I am a 20-something year old, a wife, a mom, a friend, an adventurist, an optimist, a creator, a musician, an artist and a dreamer. I love God, and I love the potential I see in people. Maybe I can inspire that potential in you and bring about some smiles along the way. What I don't want this space to be is a place where I reap glorification. The only reason I have the ability to do the things I do is because of The Creator. Understand that I will probably make many mistakes and might fail a time or two. But I am ok with that, and hopefully you will be too.
This morning I went to one of my favorite places in Lake City, KC’s Produce Market. It’s conveniently about a half a mile down the street from my house and has a real sweet atmosphere. The only thing better than the customer service is the unbeatable price of produce. Most prices in there are cut in half compared to any grocery store, and in some cases even more.
Usually Abe comes with me and helps pick out what we need, and I’ll let him pick out a few things that he would like. It’s nice, because I can teach him colors and shapes while also displaying the importance of consuming fruits and veggies. However, he wasn’t with me this morning, so I was able to shop leisurely for our produce for the week. It was heavenly!
Here are my three favorites from today!
Green onions are such a great addition to so many meals. I absolutely LOVE the way they smell! I also have some nostalgia that is tied to them as well. When I was going to school at NGU, there was a field close by that I would walk to and sit in by myself. One day I discovered that it was a field of green onions, and the owner was happy to let me pick as many as I wanted!
Heirloom Zebra tomatoes are a new discovery I made today. I’m a big fan of all tomatoes, so trying a new kind is fun. I sunk my teeth into one of these this morning, and it was so rich and sweet. I also find them to be visually pleasing.
When a ripe pineapple enters our house, it is usually gone within a few hours. Daniel and I mean about a juicy pineapple.
Where do you enjoy shopping for your produce? What are your favorite fruits and veggies?
I’ve recently had a surge of desire for gardening, as you probably know if you follow me on Instagram. About a month ago I set the bottom of a head of lettuce in a dish with water, and it grew! It made me feel real successful, and gave me the idea that maybe I could actually do this! Last spring I tried my hand at planting some produce, and I failed fantastically. I’ve learned a little bit, asked questions here and there and have been doing a great deal of research. Several of my friends are also getting into gardening as well, so tips and ideas have stemmed from those conversations also. Oh yeah, and PINTEREST! Gosh, so many great DIY tutorials and ideas have been flooding my home page and I’ve been pinning like crazy. I currently have some tomato, chard, lettuce and poppy sprouts that just popped up yesterday, and have basil and mint growing on a small table in my kitchen.
Succulents are just so pretty and apparently the easiest to grow and keep up with. They don’t require constant water attention, because they are able to store water. They don’t need a whole lot of room to grow as well. If you wanna keep one in a small space, it will stay that size and continue to look gorgeous.
I’ve seen all kinds of ideas on how to store your succulents, and as I was admiring my little inside propagation station, I had the idea to grow some in the shot glasses I set on the window sill for decoration. I mean why not! If this works, then how cute will it be to have little shot glasses all over the place with pretty plants in them! You can propagate succulents by using their leaves and setting them on top of your soil. After a few days, new buds will grow from the end of the leaf that was cut!
For tips on how to propagate succulents from plant leaves, check out Succulents and Sunshine. She has great ideas and lots of experience!
I like to grab up cute shot glasses that I find at thrift stores. They make sweet decorations for surfaces that can’t hold much.
A few months ago, I found myself sitting in my church office conference room, sobbing and speaking of feelings I didn’t know I felt.
Well, until that moment.
I couldn’t tell you the details of the conversation I was having with my pastor, because I honestly can’t remember what it was about. I know it was pretty light hearted and general, nothing too deep or major. But a few of Dale’s questions later and there I was, letting go of something and allowing a healing process to begin.
ANOTHER HEALING PROCESS. Gosh, it feels like it never ends, you know?
For some reason I brought up my frustration over my son waking up so unbearably early (he gets up anywhere between 4:30 and 6 am), and my deeper frustration over why I can’t just accept that and be an adult and start my day. I shared how I struggled with wanting to be up at all, and how I would sit Abe on the couch to watch a cartoon, and I would fall asleep next to him.
I had identified my sleep idol a long time ago, but this felt deeper.
I asked myself questions like, “Why am I ok with getting up at 5:30 in the morning to be at the first session of Catalyst, but treat my son waking up like it’s the end of the world?”
I shared with Dale that I love my son like I’ve never loved anyone else. I mean, I would KILL for this kid in a heart beat, no questions asked. I love him so much that I am in constant fear of failing him as a mom.
So how could I possibly feel this way about my son, and at the same time enjoy my life more when he is away from me rather than when he is in my presence?
Why wasn’t I happy to see his little face every morning, regardless of what time it was?
And then Dale’s big question came.
“Do you think you might have some resentments against having a child so early in your marriage?”
You know when you cut yourself really bad, but there are a few seconds before you look at the blood and you think “Oh, it’s probably not to bad.” Then you look down and find an unbelievable amount of blood gushing out, giving you a sense of reality and triggering the emotion. That’s when the crying or screaming or fainting happens.
Sometimes I don’t realize how bloody a wound is, or how deep a sin can be. And then someone asks a question, and all of a sudden my vision is clear, and I can see the blood.
This time, it made me cry. It made me cry so much, right in that room. It made me cry for weeks after that conversation, and is kinda making my cry right now.
Needless to say, the answer to Dale’s question was “YES.”
Abe came along about 4 years earlier than planned. We wanted to have great jobs established. We wanted to have several years of solid “married” time. We wanted to travel, and blah blah blah.
You get the point. It’s so incredibly selfish that I don’t even want to keep typing everything Daniel and I felt entitled to.
But instead, God gave us Abram Isaiah Webb. He gave us Medicaid and food assistance. He gave us a house to live in that looked like someone painted it with pepto bismol and used horse fertilizer to stain the carpets. He gave Daniel a job at a machine shop and me little things here and there. He put us back into Lake City, Florida. He spurred our marriage into honesty and sanctification, and I didn’t like it.
It was all just so overwhelming and so fast that I don’t think I really took it all in and processed it. Up until that day in the conference room, I was treating the past two and a half years, in regards to my family, like I had treated past situations; with bitterness, apathy and repression.
Can I be totally honest right now?
Realizing that you resent your child and even your husband a little bit HURTS LIKE HELL.
So my initial gaze at the wound was not pleasant. It was gross, painful and heart breaking.
But in that moment, a spark ignited.
When heart and wound meet face to face, something begins.
Recognition. Acceptance. Mourning. Repentance. Restoration. New life.
The love and adoration I feel for my son now is unexplainable. What an undeserving gift God would give to me. Not to say I don’t have days where remnants of that resentment are uncovered. The difference now is that I recognize what it is and how to fight it.
Dale encouraged me to share this on my blog. I agreed with him that it was something I needed to share, but I wasn’t quite ready to put it down on the internet yet. The main reason being this: being a mother is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, therefore it is the area of my life I am most insecure. And in those times when I am drowning in that insecurity, I am crippled by the thought that other moms think I’m not cutting it. I also find it very easy to condemn other moms over their decisions, giving me the illusion of confidence. Maybe not always out loud, but most definitely in my thoughts.
So here it is, I’m laying it all bare. I resented my child for coming to early. I resented Daniel for being the other number in the math equation that equaled a baby. I lost my awe for God because I felt like He was wrapping grace and blessing in a very strange box, and I didn’t approve.
I’ve repented of that to God, but I also repent of that to you. If these resentments have ever made themselves manifest in the way I’ve talked or treated you, then I am sorry.
The truth is, I know almost nothing about anything with complete sure-ity (even when I act like I do). But I am starting to discover who God is, which gives me 100% confidence that I am not Him.
He is deep, He is wide, and He knows of and cares for every fiber that makes up who I am.