God loves date night too.

Date night. Now that's a word that I haven't used in a while. Sadly, but true.   Last night John and I had our first date night in months.  

    I'm sure many of you can relate, but when we look at our busy schedules and our budgets, unfortunately date night is one of the first things to go.   Our family has an even crazier schedule to work around with my job taking up 2-3 nights per week, John having a leadership meeting one night a week, and the church plant we are blessed to be a part of falling on Sunday evenings.   That leaves us exactly 2 open evenings a week.    Tuesday & Saturday.   Saturdays as you all know are usually booked months in advance with birthday parties and special events, and my hubby works until 2 pm on Saturdays as well, so by the time he gets home at 3 pm half the day is gone.   I'm not saying all this to vent or look for sympathy, it's a reality of the season of our life right now, and we make it work.   We make it work by truly making every moment count of the time we do get together as a family.   But still, even with doing our best to make the most of the time we get, we realize that putting off our own little date night long enough and sometimes we can start to feel like we are just two good friends on the same team getting through each week.   Romance, uh.. what was that again?   So I say this because we are so guilty.    Date night is tough.   It costs money. Who would watch ALL 3 kids? Who can we trust? We already ask family for all the super important babysitting needs, so asking them "just for a date night" seems like a burden.   At least that's all the excuses we use.   So we have tried to have date nights in after the kids go to bed, and to be honest, I'm that awesome date that falls asleep 10 min into watching James Bond. Woohoo!   So this week something crazy happened.   I got a text from a girl that I used to coach on the varsity high school gymnastics team.   Side note, this is a girl I absolutely ADORE and always have.   Text read:   Hey Heather! For some reason I was thinking about you and your kiddos and I know how busy you are so I just wanted to let you know if you ever are in need of a date night and need a babysitter.. I'm totally available! :)   Are you kidding me?!   I think I froze or gasped or tapped my phone a few times to make sure this was a real text.   Our conversation went on and she explained that God totally put me on her heart to contact me, and she almost ignored it, but then she felt a big old push so she decided to just go ahead and throw it out there.   I honestly wanted to cry. Happy tears.   Yes, we were desperate for a date night.   So I cleared my work schedule and we booked her for a few days later.   I seriously could not believe it.   I felt so blessed in that moment.   God truly knows our every need and He provides my friends.
"And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus."
Philippians 4:19   I just kept thanking her for taking that awkward jump and texting me, because God used her in that moment. She was an answer to prayer.   ♥   So we left on our date night last night and restaurant hopped! It was such a blast. Went somewhere for a drink and appetizer, then another place for an entrée and then the last place for dessert. We talked and laughed like we were dating. I'm sure no one would have known we left the 3 kids under 5 at home. lol!   And I was blown away that even my insanely clingy 9 month old did fabulous and all three were asleep by 9 pm. So we were out at ease knowing all was well.   We didn't even snap pics and post them to Instagram this time. We just enjoyed the rare, precious time we got together to be alone.   Date night. It's a necessity my friends.   I truly feel like convincing ourselves that date nights are not important is one of the biggest lies that the enemy can get us to believe.   They are important.   With 50% of marriages falling apart these days, we have to FIGHT to be on the 50% that do stay together, and when I say together, I mean together ENJOYING each other.   Good marriages don't just happen.   Date night is a simple, yet amazing way to fill up your marriage so that you are ready to tackle life together.   Now we have seen the fruit of it and we told our girl that she will be booked every week for eternity. haha. Totally joking, but we are definitely going to try to make date night a more regular part of our schedule.   Once, maybe twice a month would be our goal.   Mommies and daddies.. if you don't have someone that can swap kids with you, or family to watch your kiddos, start praying for this person.   God is all about strengthening marriages, and I'm telling ya, He will hear those prayers.   Maybe you are an auntie or a friend of someone with little ones.   Maybe you have someone on your heart that you know could really use a date night.   Ask them.   I can assure you it will knock their socks off when you offer.   God is good.   So good.   ♥  

Scrambled Egg Syndrome

It's 5:25 am. I'm trying something new.   I'm awake before my house.   Despite a night with an 8 month old that still has no interest in sleeping through the night, I knew that today something was going to change.   I'm drinking my warm cup of black coffee in my anthropology mug and savoring every sip more than usual.   I prayed for my day.   I prayed for some of you.   I just read Proverbs 4.   I even had a far too peppy song jump into my head at 5:05 as I rolled myself out of bed into the darkness.   "Rise and shine.. and give God the glory, glory!"   Maybe you remember that jingle.   I then felt like the Lord said, "write."   So here I am. With an hour before the kids rise, tapping away. Smiling.   I don't have any idea what exactly I'm supposed to be writing on today, but I can tell you all a little bit about how I've been feeling lately and some of my friends know this, but I like to coin it the scrambled egg syndrome.   My life seems to be this mix of so many different blessings with work, family, church, friendships, and I often feel that I never come out sunny side up. I just go through each day trying my best to enjoy the moments, but truly feeling like everything is so scrambled together that I have moments where I just want to sit down and say, what on earth am I doing here?! What is my purpose for this day!? I feel like I'm not doing anything to my best ability.   Last week I was so scrambled that I drove my kids to school on Friday telling them all about Good Friday, to arrive to a playground that was a ghost town. It should have occurred to me that there was no school on Good Friday.   Scrambled.     I then blame shift a lot to my "mommy brain."   My closest family and friends can tell when this scrambled egg syndrome is setting in because I get so stressed over the smallest of things. My plate is so full, but honestly, most everything on my plate has been placed there with full intent by Him. I cannot manage it all on my own. I was never intended to.   Yesterday it came as plain as can be to me. The fix for this scrambled egg syndrome is learning to tithe with my time.   Tithe with my time.   Tithe with my time.   "My son, pay attention to what I say, Listen closely to my words. Do not let them out of your sight. Keep them within your heart. For they are life to those who find them and health to a man's whole body." Proverbs 4:20-22   As I read these words this morning I wanted to fall to my knees.   God is so good my friends.   I know in my days of scrambled eggs I need the word, but sometimes I forget just how important it is. For me, although I love doing the bible-in-a-year app, I need more. I need the time to sit and dive into Proverbs and truly read and let my heart settle on these words.   I need to truly give a portion of my day to my Lord and if that means getting up before my house, so be it. No more excuses.   These words are health to my body.   I feel like this idea of tithing my time is truly so key. God has blessed me with so much and I want to truly show him with the most precious commodity how thankful I am.   As a wife, mommy of 3, and business owner I can assure you my most precious commodity is my time. Therefore, this is what I will tithe.   Some days it might be 30 minutes, other days it might be an hour and a half. I don't honestly know.   And I'm sure there are going to be days that I fail, and I already know the outcome.   Scrambled.   I am not a morning person, but guess what, I'm going to try this whole morning thing out. Because I hear there is something magical about this time.   "The path of the righteous is like the first gleam of dawn, shining ever brighter til the full light of day." Proverbs 4:18   Pray for me? Please?   Time to go start the laundry and it's only 6:09 am.   Ahhh... I think I can get used to this.   I'll give you all a follow up soon...   ♥   Here's my 8 month old that still enjoys waking up all night.   I will someday miss this right?
That's what I keep telling myself.   XO.  

   

From 2... to 3.

I woke up to an inbox message from a sweet and talented gal. She was privately asking me a few questions about how life has changed from going from two kids to three. I chuckled when I read her message as I was sucking down my first cup of coffee after being up with Capri five... I think five, maybe more.. times last night. I almost waited to respond to her thinking, oh Lord, she doesn't want to know how I feel right now, but felt compelled to share my heart and now here I am also sharing my heart with the rest of you. 

Let me back track a tad to explain that while going from one kid to two kids 21 months apart, I had a relatively seamless transition. I actually started my business, Raving Tans, when Sawyer was only three months old. I was blessed with very easy going babies, that slept fairly well. I remember the first time leaving the house with both of them and it took me, no joke, two hours to pack everything. I now realize how much I have changed. I somehow managed to get all four of us out the door this morning in 15 min. It was a ridiculous morning where I actually was so exhausted that I was sitting there sipping coffee after responding to her message, baby was sleeping, kids were hanging out after eating breakfast and at exactly 8:15 I looked up and realized OH MY GOSH TODAY IS A SCHOOL DAY!!! We have to leave the house at 8:30. I literally flew upstairs, woke up the baby, threw on Sawyer's rain boots with his pjs and Addy got herself ready in lightening speed. We were all laughing! I kept telling Addy, I can't believe mommy forgot it was a school day!! I felt so ridiculous. Some how we made it to school on time with no tears, no one upset. I remember looking at my diaper bag on the way out and thinking, no time to pack that, if she has a bomb on the way to school, well, I guess it will wait until we get home to change it! Bad, I know. I grabbed the keys, my trusty old hat and we were off.

So, although I have relaxed a lot since having three, I must also say that I regularly feel like I have lost half of my brain cells. Most likely to sleep deprivation... STILL.. at six months old.

Oh coffee... you are good to me! Which I proudly {not sure why proudly} drink black now. I had a few friends come over for a play date and two of them asked for their coffee black. I remember scrunching my face in response and saying? REALLY? I had to try it. So the next few days I did drink it black and felt so hardcore.  

As hardcore as a mom drinking coffee can get. lol. 

I actually loved it. Weird... try it, dare you! 

Okay.. 

So, in responding to her questions this morning it really made me think about how the change has been for me, for us, for our family. This may start out sounding like a large venting session, but I promise it is so much more than that. 

I'm not going to lie, if you know how I blog by now, well, real is what you get. It has not been a walk in the park. Capri as well has been a very easy going baby, but she has had a few issues with her sleeping. Congestion kept her up in the first few months, and then her early teething dominated the next several. This girl had two bottom teeth at 5 months old. As a mom, you always compare your baby to your older kids and when they did things, and for me, 5 months was EXTREMELY early for teething. I have come to the conclusion that I think Capri has a much lower pain tolerance as well. For goodness sakes, remember Sawyer broke his tiny leg at 16 months old and if he wasn't not bearing weight on it, I would have had no idea his leg was broken. You can read about his Toddler's Fracture here. So coming from Mr. Tough Cookie to now a little princess, it has been a bit of a change. Add in the fact that the girls are sharing a room, so it makes moving her out of our room into their room more of a challenge. With all her waking up, I don't want all the other kids waking up, so we still have her in our room.

I also was explaining to her that I feel like sometimes I'm constantly telling one of them, "hold on just a second love." And sometimes this just breaks my heart. I want to be able to help all of them with everything they need, but I'm realizing I can't do that. Sometimes the big kids have to wait, sometimes the baby has to fuss for me to help Sawyer put his pants back on. My house is not picked up as well as it used to, my dishes are not always done when my husband gets home. The laundry... OH THE LAUNDRY. Laundry has, and continues to be my nemesis. Some days I completely fail, like this one.

I put up a post the other day about my trip to the store with all three of them. Which doesn't happen as often as it needs to.

It read:

"I guess I don't get out to stores with all 3 kids very often. I can't even tell you how many people stopped me and said, "wow, you have your hands full!" Or just stared.. Wow. Lol. The kids did great too! Take that people watchers! Haha."

It's true, I do have my hands full and the truth is, I'm so grateful on some days it just brings me to my knees thanking Him for this sometimes out of control life I've been given.  

I too have to remember that I was wonderfully made by the same creator that made the Heavens and the Earth, and he knew in stringing together my DNA that I would thrive on having my hands full. Teaching me all along the way...

I'm not that crazy, I mean I only have 3 kids, come on, the Proverbs 31 wife had just a FEW things going on right? She had so many things on her plate and she did them WELL. Oh how I strive to be like her!  

"She speaks with wisdom,
    and faithful instruction is on her tongue

  She watches over the affairs of her household
    and does not eat the bread of idleness."

{Proverbs 31: 26-27} 

Going from 2 to 3... well... here are a few things I've learned.

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I have had to lean on the Lord every day. Like ALL the days that end in Y.

I have had to become and even stronger TEAM with my husband. Oh how thankful I am for this man.

I have had to accept that I will not accomplish as much as I feel "I should" on days where the kids just need more of my time than the house does.

I have had to relax when it comes to that pile of dishes, that unswept floor, knowing that I WILL get to it, just not yet.

I've learned to take the time to just stare at this beautiful baby and hang on dearly to the moments, even the tough ones, knowing that these moments will be gone far too soon. I do feel like our family is complete, unless God has some crazy other plans he hasn't filled me in on yet.

I have had to rethink my work and understand that growing my business to another level is not what God has planned for me right now. Mothering is. He will provide exactly what I need from that business, and I need not worry.

MY FAMILY is my first ministry. 

I've learned that as soon as I feel a little out of control with my commitments, I release one. Hard for me, but life changing.

I've learned I'm going to fail some days, but other days I'm gonna ROCK this having 3 kids and juggling all my commitments thing like nobody's business. And it's with His strength. Not mine.

I've learned that I do need MY time. Maybe a little more often than I did before. And if that means getting up early and going to workout before our commitments on Sunday, I'll do it. No one wants to be around a grumpy mom.

I've learned that it's pretty difficult to be quick to anger when you have worship music playing. Try it.

I've learned that there are going to be days that I need to put myself in a mommy time-out before we have finished breakfast, and guess what, as long as I apologize and teach my kids about forgiveness, it was a morning not wasted. 

I've learned to appreciate and thank the Lord for some AMAZING friends I have in my life. Friends that I can just shoot a text message to in the morning asking for prayer, knowing that they have me covered that day. {Yes, I did send out a text this morning.}

I've learned that as long as I am SEEKING HIM first of all things, my life, although it might look crazy to some, is absolutely perfect and tailor made for me.

So, if at first glance it may seem like I am overwhelmed, exhausted, running a crazy house, well, you are all correct. But, at the same time I have JOY. SO much JOY. These babies have been given to me as a precious, precious gift. My Lord has my back and he's never going to forsake me.

The Lord has actually even changed my heart over the last two years in regards to my kids and I will be sharing that with you all very soon.. I promise I'm not pregnant. lol.

Until then.. feel free to give me any advice when it comes to helping my teething baby sleep through the night.. lol. And thank you to the lovely that sent me the message this morning that spurred this post. I think it will be one I will continually go back and read on the hard days to remember at 6 months into being a mom of 3, how much I have learned.

Now back to the coffee.. 

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That dang latte.

It might sound strange, but I knew I was going to write this post after I spent the afternoon yesterday in wretched stomach pain. The clarity came this morning, but I knew it was coming last night. There are slightly two parts to this post, and I promise I will combine them. Stay with me. lol.

You may recall my blog post a few months ago about going a little "crunchy." If you missed it, well, you can check out my craziness here. 

Basically, during that time, I went 40 days without dairy, meat, sugar, or basically anything processed. It was pretty insane, but I somehow survived. As I slowly began to add a few things back into my diet, I was noticing how some things my body didn't really respond well to.

Dairy has been one of them. I have never in my life thought of myself as lactose intolerant, but it was so strange how after cleansing myself in a major way I was able to really see more clearly what certain things were doing to my body as I tried to put them back in. I've pretty much eliminated dairy from my diet for many reasons that are not important to this post, but the main one was just the way it would make me feel after trying to add it back in on occasion. Awful.

So yesterday, I felt I earned a good ol' Starbucks run, and when I saw the Vanilla Chai latte plastered on the board I was sold in an instant. It's only a grande.. I told myself. How much milk could that possibly be? I'll be fine. I casually ordered my grande with nonfat milk (I don't do soy) and the barista of course asked, "do you want the whip cream?" Ok, so I have this weird thing.. where I feel like if I order something nonfat then it's totally valid to keep the whip cream because somehow in my mind it cancels each other out. It makes no sense at all, as I'm typing this I'm realizing it all the more, but there you have it. So I requested, like always, to keep the whip cream. lol.

Oh that warm, frothy, cinnamon, vanilla, spice taste was so incredible... for about 20 minutes. I got back to my neighborhood and popped in on my sister and couldn't stop complaining about the incredible pain in my stomach. All I wanted to do was curl in a ball on my side and wait it out. I threw a few death glares at my latte, and put it down, for good.

The pain took hours to subside and I felt off for the rest of the evening.

Then this morning I had a crazy God moment where some things I've been mulling over in my head all made a little more sense and the image that flashed across my brain was that dang latte.

Let me explain. So, this is that second part I was telling you about. I challenged myself at the beginning of this year to read through the Bible in a year. I have never done this before, and to be completely honest, this came about because I started to feel some conviction in the fact that whenever I am wanting to give people biblical counsel, to the best of my ability, I find myself recommending people books. Now, I LOVE books. Books are absolutely fantastic, and the Lord uses AMAZING authors to teach His word in fascinating ways.  

My little check in my soul was that I was spending more time reading those awesome books then I was spending in the most important book of ALL.

Jesus loves me, this I know, for the BIBLE tells me so...

You know how I like to change refrains of songs?

Well, I felt like I was singing a different verse. Once again. Sigh.

Jesus loves me, this I know, for this *insert other awesome book* tells me so.

So my little conviction started stirring and then I read this blog post, which confirmed some things. (PS. I will definitely be telling you about this gal soon.) So January 1st was coming and it was one of those perfect opportunities to start this whole bible-in-a-year thing.

Now it's only been 15 days and I've absolutely been loving being in the word everyday. I know this is a simple truth, and we are called to live on the Word, our daily bread, but in all reality, I have never made it a solid habit to be in the word everyday. I could give you every excuse in the book why, but finally something changed, and I was ready to do this Bible-in-a-year thing. I knew it would force me into a habit that I would never regret.

Funny what happens.. I've found myself eager to open my Bible when the rare free moment in a busy mom of 3's day arises. The app on my phone has been fantastic, giving me daily reminders and I've even plugged my phone into my car and let the app read to me while driving. Not too shabby the technology we now possess. It's like the more I'm diving in to this book, the more I crave it. I'm also reading a few other AWESOME books on the side, but, my number one right now is getting my daily reading done in our Lord's book.

So now, stay with me, back to my crazy new way of life in regards to my eating.. I remember reading and hearing that as time went on you would actually crave vegetables, and the foods you used to want would no longer look so tasty. I am here to tell you, once again, it's true. Fast forward a few months now and I actually get excited about making a soup of tuscan kale and butternut squash! If you would have known me even 6 months ago, tuscan kale would have never made it's way into my shopping cart, let alone into my soup. It's like.. this crazy thing, where as you find out more about the health benefits of something, and then when you see it actually change your life in regards to how you feel after eating.. you naturally want more of it. I think you can see where I'm going with this.

So now I'm chomping down daily on God's incredible word and I'm feeling it wreck havoc on me.. in a good way. Clarity is coming quicker, this awesome God we serve is on the forefront of my mind.This isn't just something that is going to help me feel better, the word is life altering. Now these are some health benefits worth talking about! lol.

And right when I start to want to pat myself on the back, stand up a little taller, tell myself, good job Heather, look at you reading the Bible every day now, well it's like I just took a swig of that dang latte again. Oh pride. You are something. At least now I'm realizing that, like dairy, my body is not too keen on this haughtiness either. It honestly doesn't matter if I read the Bible in a year. I should be re-reading the Bible every year for the rest of my life.

Am I going to keep going? YES. Why? Because God has put this on my heart for this year, and maybe he has put in on yours too. Not so that we may boast about it, but so that we can gain a greater understanding of who HE is. Help us to create an amazingly awesome habit of being in the word daily. To hold each other accountable. I get so excited thinking about it! I just have to spit out the latte when I feel it coming. And if you see one in my hand, I give you full permission to take it from me. Got it?

The most effective means the enemy has to keep us from being full of the Spirit is to keep us full of ourselves. - Beth Moore

Thanks Beth, you always put me in my place as well. ;)

I feel like living in the word each day so far has been like a major cleanse of my soul. 

I'm now craving the good stuff and although I might have a swig here and there of those dang lattes, my prayer is to someday rid myself of those dang lattes for good. And guess what, there's only one answer to that. And it's gonna take more than a few death glares.

 “I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." John 15:5

I can't wait to see what the Lord has up His sleeve this year.. 

Who's with me?

Oh, and here's proof of my tuscan kale and butternut squash soup. Seriously.. amazing.

Recipe here.  Pin away my friends, pin away. lol.

 

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