Even when I didn’t know it

Father’s Day was always tough for me growing up, because I was fatherless. I didn’t have a daddy to call my own. But I’m so grateful that I had an uncle who was brave enough to take on the role as daddy for me. Actually, I had several uncles who loved me like their own and did everything they could for me. But I only called one of them dad.

My daddy:

He wasn’t always 100% active in my life, but he let me call him dad, and that was more than enough for me. I knew that if I ever needed him, he’d be there. And for the most part, he was always there. I know he felt a sense of pride when he walked me down the aisle and gave me away on my wedding day. It was a special moment between the both of us. 8 months later, he passed away.


To my daddy Jesse, thank you for loving me like your very own. You didn’t have to, but you did. I’ll never forget all that you taught me and all that you did for me. I love you.

My husband:

I know I’ve mentioned it in other posts, but I have the most amazing husband ever! If I can describe him with one word that would be: Faithful. He’s faithful to me as his wife, he’s faithful to God, and he’s faithful to our kids. My husband is a very hands on dad and is very active in our kid’s lives. He’s the kind of dad that asks each child how their day was, what did they learn that day. Actually he asks like this, “What’s going on in your world?” He’s the kind of dad that makes it a Priority that we eat together every night as a family. He’s the kind of dad that makes it a priority to pray with the kids every night before they go to bed.
He’s the kind of dad that will have one on one dates with each of the kids just to stay connected with them.  I can go on and on…


To my husband, you’re everything that I ever dreamed of and more, not only as my husband but also as the father to our kids. We see everything that you do for us and are so grateful for your love, your faithfulness, and your hard work. We love you.


I never heard of God being the Father to the fatherless until after I got saved. I always wondered if I would ever meet my real dad. And lots of times I would ask different family members questions about him, but always left with very little information. It angered me. It made me wonder more and more about him. But once I discovered that God was my Father, something inside of me lifted. The uneasiness I always felt inside of me left. The sadness left. I happily accepted that God is my Father. He always has been and always will be.

To my Heavenly Father, I am eternally grateful for every single thing you’ve done for me. You have always been there for me, even when I didn’t know it. All that I have, all that I am is because of you.  I am humbled… Truly humbled to be your daughter.


Happy Father’s Day!


Handfuls on Purpose

It has been waaaay too long since I’ve written, but this mama has been extremely busy lately.  I even tried to start a series of Sunday Funnies to make up for my absence, and even that was short lived…Doh!

So here I am, on a cold rainy night, drinking coffee and eating pecan swirls, while sitting on my living room floor in comfy jammies, reflecting on all that God has done for me this year…

…. And I am so amazed… And so humbled… And so grateful… And so overwhelmed with emotion…

6 months ago, we did something we’ve never done before, much less ever considered… We took in 2 boys. What was supposed to be as temporary as 2 months, has now lasted 6 months. And what started off as having 2 extra boys, has now become 3. (They’re all brothers)

We now have 6 children. Can you believe that? 6!?!?! We went from 3 to 6 kids in a few short months.

And you know what?

God has ALWAYS met our needs. He has always been faithful. He has always answered specific prayers that we’ve prayed in detail. He has made the impossible, possible. He has opened doors for us since the moment we agreed to help with the boys, and it’s always been right on time. Whether it be monetary blessings or encouraging words, it has been given and it definitely has been received!

Has God ever blessed you with something and you totally don’t feel worthy to receive it? Like, “Who am I, God, that you would bless me with this?” Well, that’s how I’ve felt a time or two in this season of my life.

But I’ve had to learn to confidently go to God with my needs and pray in detail. And secondly, I’ve had to learn to accept when that need has been met.

Two of the most hardest things for me to do.

And He has proven himself to be real time and time again.

Just like he blessed Ruth and provided for her & Naomi while gleaning in the field, so he has done for us…. Dropping handfuls on purpose and making sure we are taken care of.



We’ve all been doing well, actually. Everyone gets along great, for the most part. We have our occasional annoyances, but nothing out of the norm. I try to let the kids work out their own disagreements and it usually gets resolved in its early stages, which I am so thankful for.

But I have to admit, sometimes my days feel like this and today happens to be one of them:


Me & Jordyn tend to stick together since we’re the only girls in the house. ‘Cause you know, us girls gotta have each other’s back in these parts! Lol


She’s almost as tall as me! Can you please stop growing, child!?! Pretty please!?!?!? 😀


This past Sunday we were finally able to take family pictures.

So. Much. Fun.

My friend, Angel, is starting up her photography business and she takes great pictures! Look her up on FB and IG under #stillmomentsbyangel, and book your appointment with her… You won’t regret it. Right now her price is $50 for 2 hours and you get the CD with all your pictures on it. Can’t beat that!

Here are a few pictures from our photo shoot:





We got the CD with all of our pics on Tuesday and I’ve yet to upload them to my laptop…. And they came out Awesome!

Thanks for stopping by and just in case I don’t get back on here before the year is over…. Merry Christmas!

“Also let the grain from the bundles fall purposely for her; leave it that she may glean, and do not rebuke her.” Ruth 2:16



Last night at about 1 am, I woke up to the sound of a crying boy.

My son.

“Mommy, I threw up… all over my bed.”

I wanted to cry.

One thing you must know about me is that, I have a weak stomach. I have NEVER cleaned up after any of my 3 kids if they were ever sick with “the bug.” I would just cover the area up with something and stay as far away from it as possible and wait till my hubby got home so he can clean it up…..Don’t judge!

Anyways, back to last night….

I told him to come lay in bed with me and I’ll deal with cleaning it up tomorrow. Gross, I know.

Well, an hour or so went by and he got sick again! This time all over MY bed!


As he was in my bathroom washing up, I just rolled all the blankets & sheets sheets together, threw them in the laundry room and left it at that because I really did Not want to clean this up now. I’ll do it tomorrow.

I went upstairs to get more sheets and I wasn’t even half way up when the aroma stopped me in my tracks!!!

I almost cried.

Needless to say, I spent the next hour cleaning up the mess in his room, desperately praying that I can keep myself together.  I didn’t even wash his sheets… I threw those suckers away… Because… AIN’T NOBODY GOT TIME FA DAT!!  He wasn’t lying when he said he got it all over his bed either!

Thankfully, we made it through the rest of the night mess free!

My day consisted of: washing all the bedding, disinfecting my whole house, home schooling my 2 older kids, and tending to my sick boy who now has a fever.

Am I complaining? Not at all.

I am so grateful that I have a God I can call upon for peace in the midst of a somewhat crazy day.

I’m grateful for awesome kids who helped keep things going smoothly and took initiative with their schooling while I tended to their brother’s needs.

I could have easily freaked out and let this day get the best of me, but I chose to have joy. I chose to tackle this head on. I chose to put on my big girl “chonies” and deal with it. I chose to look at it with a positive perspective, which doesn’t come naturally for me. I tend to be more of the pessimist at times…Not proud.

Lastly, I’m so very grateful that I conquered this day without my stomach giving out on me! That is a MAJOR victory!

Besides, if this wouldn’t have happened, I wouldn’t have nice clean soft comfy sheets & blankets right now! (Hehe!)

My house is almost back to normal and I’m looking forward to an uneventful night.

Oh! If you’re wondering why my hubby didn’t help me with this, is BC he’s outta town. So I was forced to take care of it all by myself!  What a big girl I am!!!

He’ll be proud.

I think I passed the test, don’t u?!?!