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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Blueberry Banana Bunt Cake

Someone bought us a fabulous retro bunt pan before we got married, and it's been sitting in that little drawer under my oven for an entire year. One of Sean's favorite treats is banana bread, and I had some freshly-picked blueberries...and this amazing treat was born inside of that fabulous retro bunt pan.

A week later he asked I make it again, and we ate half of it in one evening with lots of coffee & The Office. Needless to say, I will be taking a break from baking soooo many sweets (blame the pregnancy!) but will share this with y'all so you can savor the buttery deliciousness.

You can either make this in a bunt pan, or pour the batter into three small loaf pans.

- 2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 tsp. baking soda
- 1/2 tsp. salt
- 1 stick of butter, softened
- 1 cup white sugar (I used raw sugar, because I'm convinced it makes everything taste like heaven)
- 2 eggs
- 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
- 2 ripe bananas, mashed
- 1 cup blueberries

Easy-Peasy Directions:

1. Beat butter and sugar with an electric mixer in a large bowl until light and fluffy. The mixture should be noticeably lighter in color. Add 1 egg and allow to blend into the butter mixture before adding the second egg along with vanilla extract. Beat mashed bananas thoroughly into the mixture.

2. Add flour, baking soda, and salt in small increments while beating until just combined into a thick batter. Fold blueberries into the batter; pour into prepared pan.

3. Bake in 350 degree oven until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean, 30 to 35 minutes. Cool for 10 minutes before removing to cool completely on a wire rack.

I covered mine with a glaze made out of confectioners sugar & water, but this isn't really necessary. It honestly just made it look prettier ;)


Tuesday, August 26, 2014

A Maternity Photo Shoot

Yesterday, Sean's sister snapped some pictures of the two of us. We really love how they turned out! (btw, isn't Tennessee gorgeous? :)

Monday, August 25, 2014

Bumpdate: 33 Weeks


say whaaaaat?

God has been so good to me these last six weeks since I was hospitalized for pre-term labor and put on bed rest.

Sure, bed rest (now, "taking it easy") was kinda annoying, and I was sore and cramping all the time due to having frequent contractions, but I am SO thankful that the Lord has kept little Savannah cooking for these extra six weeks.

FIVE different doctors have estimated I'll give birth around 34 weeks, so I'm holding out for that date. Every week after that will be an awesome added bonus. I am measuring three weeks bigger than I actually am, so that's great! I feel like a whale, but baby girl is growing perfectly so I am holding on ;)

33 Weeks Pregnant

Size of Baby: A little over 4 pounds, and anywhere between 19 & 21 inches long. She's about as long as she'll be when we meet her!

Size of Mommy (i.e. WEIGHT GAIN): 28 pounds. I gave myself a goal of not gaining more than 35, and I am doing well on that account. However, I HAVE GAINED TWENTY EIGHT POUNDS and let me tell you, weigh-in day is a scary, scary, thing.

Maternity Clothes: Pretty much nothing but maternity clothes. I have some tanks that are long enough to cover my belly, and lots of stretchy dresses. Unfortunately besides dresses I'm at a loss for what to wear most days...all of my maternity pant's waistbands are getting too small and the weather's too hot to layer cardigans and sweaters, so...

Sleep: Up every 2-3 hours, tossing and turning. I guess I'm getting ready for the months and months ahead of me.

Baby Movement: She's head down, and still moving around like crazy. The kicks and stretches are more distinct, and she hiccups and kicks my ribcage constantly :D

Symptoms: Heartburn, hip pain, and my legs are beginning to get puffy :P I still have a lot of cervical pain if I'm on my feet for longer than 20 minutes at a time.

What I'm Looking Forward To: A girl's day with my sisters-in-law tomorrow to get pedicures, an ultrasound & date day with my hubby on Wednesday, and my baby shower this Saturday! It's going to be a good week!

What I Miss? Sleeping on my belly, being able to work around the house and drive our little Civic, being able to breathe, being able to sleep, being able to get up off the couch, wearing regular clothes again, and shall I continue? Pregnancy is kicking my butt.

Thanks again for the prayers, everyone!

Thursday, August 21, 2014

to create requires courage

You know how many posts I almost finish writing and publish?

Too many.

To blog is to create, and to create requires courage.

"...creative courage, like physical courage in battle, comes in a limited quantity - a form of person capital, which diminishes with repeated demands on it, and may even disappear completely." - Paul Johnson, Creators

I used to write so much more than I do now - part of that has to do with marriage, moving, & pregnancy - but I think it's actually because I'm scared.

In our day of instant information and social media which gives everyone a "voice" and boldness to share their opinion through a computer screen, the value of our words have dropped. Everyone has their opinion of ice buckets, depression, and the Duggars and those opinions are then instantly available to be criticized, picked apart, or corrected.

This is why blogging, writing, creating, succeeding...these all require courage.



get your thoughts out there. don't be afraid.

Monday, August 18, 2014

One Year

Dear Sean,

Thank you for choosing me, for chasing me, for loving me, for marrying me.

Thank you for making me a wife and soon, a mommy; and for being there to encourage and pray for me as I figure out what those roles mean.

Thank you for providing for me, always making me laugh, and for killing all the spiders.

We're still a couple of kids who don't know what we're doing - but I wouldn't want to spend these years with anyone else by my side but you. You're my best friend and I'm more in love with you now than I was on that day!

Here's to many more,

your wife

Thursday, August 14, 2014

When My Name Was Phoebe (What I Learned As A Camp Counselor)

This week, two years ago, I was preparing to say goodbye to the place I called home for an entire summer. Tucked away in the middle of the woods somewhere in Maine, I was a girl's counselor, assistant cook, event coordinator, curriculum developer, conflict resolver, Bible teacher, improv lunchtime skit performer, dishwasher, fire builder, kayak instructor, knitting teacher, thunderstorm comforter...etc.

And they called me Phoebe, and I liked it.

I was 17 years old, and was younger than some of the CAMPERS there that summer. That, by default, caused drama and tension with other campers and staff members, but not issues I didn't learn and grow from. In between my two initial interviews and showing up in early June for training, the director & assistant suddenly resigned. When I told the interim director who I was, she didn't believe me and nearly sent me home.

It was a lonely first two weeks there. I was away from my family for the longest I've ever been, I was surrounded by a dozen other women years older than me with already established friendships & some very shocking beliefs that surprised me after spending so much time in more conservative circles, and I wasn't seen as being equal staff due to my age.

Sean and I were in the midst of an intentional friendship (even though we didn't know it at the time) that had to be put on hold while I was away. I kept his picture tucked in my Bible and prayed for him every day.

Even with all that to start with, I grew exponentially that summer while working in the trenches of ministry. It was all very surreal, and it was beautiful.

5 Things I Learned While Camp Counseling:

1. Practical ministry and counseling skills

Books & classes on Christian counseling ministry never will compare to learning counseling skills hands-on, face-to-face; with tears in your eyes and a Bible in your hand. Counseling comes easier to some people, but it is STILL a skill that must be cultivated. Learning how to listen, learning when to speak and when to be silent, understanding when an issue is too complex for you to deal with on your own, and growing in the art of leading productive conversation - these are all skills that I learned & grew greatly in.

2. To answer the hard questions

If God made everyone, why didn't He make everyone love Him? Is being gay a sin? Why do such bad things happen to good people? Interacting with girls asking these types of questions drove me to study Scripture more and again, to lead healthy and good conversation about our culture and where God is in the midst of that.

3. To effectively teach the Bible

I fear that in an effort to train men to be leaders within the church (which is wonderful), women aren't as often taught, trained, or specifically encouraged to teach Scripture to others. I'm not talking about women being pastors, but teachers in the basic sense of the word - just being prepared and equipped to instruct everyone around her in righteousness.

Proverbs 31:26 says, "She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue." When I was at camp and responsible for teaching the Word of God to little ears on a daily basis, I flourished. I learned to teach expositorily - to look at a passage, and teach it verse-by-verse; to ask discussion questions, and to encourage memorization. Unless I taught a Sunday School class or something, I wouldn't have had this opportunity elsewhere.

4. How to lesson plan & teach wiggling middle schoolers

I taught kayaking, knitting, outdoor cooking, & other crafts. For every class I taught, I needed to have a week-long lesson plan outlining my objectives for the week and goals for every day. I've taught the Bible before camp, but never had I taught a skill. I have decided I could never be a teacher (bless your heart all you who are).

5. To abide in Christ like never before

When you're spending all but 20 hours a week pouring everything into the lives of others, you grow weary. The more tired I grew, the more refreshing Christ was to me. The more frustrated, the more His Word gave me peace. The more confused, the more clarity I received.

I learned what "abiding" really meant - to drink deeply of my Savior or else I wouldn't have any more to give.

“I bless the LORD who gives me counsel; in the night also my heart instructs me. I have set the LORD always before me; because He is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken. Therefore my heart is glad and my whole being rejoices; my flesh also dwells secure.” – Psalm 16

I found the fullness of Christ at that small, all-girls camp in the sticks of Maine. Away from the busyness of work, life, school, boys, and media, I was able to be silly & love God and others furiously and in a setting unlike any other.

Even if I didn't get married a year later, I probably wouldn't have gone back to this particular camp for a variety of reasons - but that's not the point. In a unique season of my life (post-high school, pre-love story, pre-marriage, etc), God decided to plant me there and I'm STILL reaping the joys of that summer.

What about you? Have you ever worked at summer camp? What are some of the lessons you've learned?

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Days Since Our Last Nonsense

Sean and I are not perfect. We've been friends since 15 and 18, and know each other better than anyone, but still have our bouts of disagreements.

Well, let me re-phrase that.

We really don't disagree on much...we fight about stupid things and are immature and get caught in nonsense. 

Eventually we have to say, "wait, WHAT are we doing!?"

In a desperate attempt to keep ourselves accountable so we don't give in to frequent nonsensical arguments, I drew inspiration from Jim & Dwight from The Office:

This has actually been really effective - two weeks and no real argument?

It's encouraging to see the number increase, and it pushes us to speak kinder, listen more, and love each other more selflessly.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

lovely surprises

Today has been full of so many lovely surprises after a rough two days.

Sunday night I heard a loud pop and thought my water had broken, but it hadn't. After spending most the day Monday in quite a bit of pain, I finally decided to call the doctor and ask what they thought the problem could be (I had been avoiding them because I've been trying to transfer somewhere else). They interrupted my rambling to say I needed to go to labor & delivery RIGHT AWAY to get checked out. Because of my incompetent cervix, I could be in labor and not even know it.

I met Sean at the hospital and after about four hours, they let me go home. I wasn't in labor, and they had no answers for me. Again. Just, "Well, we're not exactly sure what's going on. Go home, take it easy, and prepare yourself to have this baby early."

I KNEW that already :P

I left he hospital feeling so defeated and burnt out. I'm sick of waiting around the house all day, "taking it easy", not sure when that moment will come when this baby will be born. I hate feeling like an invalid and someone with nothing interesting to talk about besides her pregnancy. While it sounds great that I'll probably have Savannah with minimal labor & only a short period of pain, it's kind of scary to think that I might not make it to the hospital in time.

I went to bed last night feeling sorry for myself.

However, this morning I got my head around everything again, thanks to the Lord and my husband who has overwhelmed me with encouragement. And this might seem so silly and trivial, but when I checked my email after Sean left for work, I had a cheery message from Madison informing me that I had won a TOMS shoes giveaway I forgot I entered - for a $200 gift card (!!!!!) and it lifted my spirits so much!!!

An hour later, there was a package in the mail from some dear friends back home:

It was full of encouraging letters, a journal, tea, and this precious little outfit. I cried in the post office parking lot. This package was exactly what I needed today. Just last week another friend mailed me a package with a Starbucks gift card and cute baby stuff. How did I ever deserve this? God is so good. Savannah will be here soon, and at the perfect time.

Monday, July 28, 2014

My Daily Must-Reads

I follow about 100 blogs on Bloglovin'. I don't actually read every post in my feed every day (and I'm on bedrest and have lots of time to do that, and I still don't do it!); only the posts that seem interesting. However, there are a few bloggers that I will faithfully follow no matter what they're writing about - even if I don't know who they are personally! These few ladies' blogs have really inspired me and I always look forward to reading their new posts.

If you're looking for some new blogs to follow, check 'em out!

34 Magnolia Street -

Pretty Is As Pretty Does -

Poverty Luxe. -

The Contented Wife -

Oh, Simple Thoughts -

Robyn's Nest -

Like A Morning Cup Of Coffee -

Happy reading <3

Friday, July 25, 2014

according to social media. . .

Have you ever noticed that social media portrays only the very best of people's lives?

Instagram captures the perfect latte, the perfect dinner, the perfect outfit.

Facebook brags about your perfect husband, your perfect weekend, your perfect job.

Blogging is a platform that markets yourself in such a way that others will subconsciously desire to be just like you. 

It's showing others that you can work that full-time job, author that full-time blog, teach that Bible study, travel, have an awesome marriage, invite friends regularly over for dinner, build that capsule wardrobe, redecorate your living room, run every morning, create beautiful desserts, all the while with a smile on your face first thing in the morning while you do your She Reads Truth devo (we know this because Instagram reminds us).

Ladies...are we really who our blogs say we are? Are our lives as lovely as Instagram says they are? Did our day really go the way we described it on Facebook?

Let's let love be genuine, let's strive to live in an approachable and humble way, and let's fight daily to bring glory to Christ and not to ourselves. I struggle daily with these things!

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Home & Still Cooking

My hubby has been so wonderful this past supportive and encouraging. I am so blessed to go through this crazy journey with my best friend!

Baby's Gestational Age: 28 weeks, 3 days
Days Spent On Bed Rest: 6

After a bit of an emotional roller coaster last week, Sean and I are home and Savannah is still cooking (for now). It was so frustrating during those three days of being strapped to all those monitors, dealing with a different nurse every three hours, two doctors telling me contradictory information, a NICU doctor coming in and making me feel like an idiot because I wasn't currently in labor (I must have wasted his time), and feeling like junk because of all the drugs they were giving me to stop my contractions (thankfully, those did their job).

On top of all that, no one told me what to really expect once arriving home. They just told me to lay down all the time, don't do anything, don't go anywhere, here's some pills take these every eight hours, see ya adios good luck.

Um, hello!? A two-pound HUMAN nearly came out of me and you're sending me home with nothing more than a "good luck!" and a prescription?

I don't know how that comes across to the everyday person, but I was scared, confused, and frustrated! The doctors and nurses told me a lot of ridiculous things, and assigned treatments to me with no discussion or even explanation as to what they were doing.

(While I haven't had too many contractions since arriving home, I have been very sore, tired, and uncomfortable and the bed rest they prescribed was very welcomed, albeit a bit inconvenient.)

During a follow-up appointment today with my doctor, she quickly checked me, confirmed I wasn't dilating, heard baby's heartbeat, announced I was to start taking progesterone in addition to the Procardia, said see you next week, and left the room before I could even sit up from the table.  I wanted to cry, I had so many questions.

I'm in a tough spot here, because I'm basically forced to undergo all this drama since I have such a high-risk pregnancy. I've been researching (how else do you expect I'd be spending all this chill-out time but reading medical journals?) my rights as a pregnant woman, my options as far as birth, details on my exact condition, among watching documentaries and studying c-section rates, premature birth, and all these drugs they've been pushing on me. If I deliver before 37 weeks (which is an extremely high possibility), my chances of having a natural birth with minimal intervention are basically thrown out the window.

I'm mostly sick of being treated like some lab-rat or robot when I walk into the OB and would like to be listened to, respected, well-informed, and have the freedom to do things the way I want...while also having the security and safety of medical professionals in the likely situation that my little Savannah is going to need NICU care. The best combination of these things, considering my situation, would be a certified nurse midwife who practices out of Nashville in the same network of hospitals I'm currently in, and I'm PRAYING I can transfer my care to her!

As for bed rest, I'm doing fine. Watching lots of Call The Midwife (ironically) and The Office (less ironically), reading, making phone calls, and visiting with my in-laws. Our air conditioning broke while we were at the hospital last week, so we've been sleeping at my in-laws and spending most of our time there. They've been so wonderful, and keeping me company! I almost forgot what a homeschooling house sounded like, and it's been wonderful.

Sean scolds me if he catches me standing up or when he found out that I did a load of laundry yesterday...however, EVERYONE seems to be flipping out when they find out I'm not laying in my bed 24-hours a day! Right now I'm at Panera where I've been for the past four hours, and I consider that more restful than sitting in my bed! I am thankful for all the people who are so concerned about me, though.

As you can tell, all this craziness has my head running constantly. I'm not necessarily worried, just thinking on my little girly a lot. I'm trying to not think or study too much to the point where I grow anxious, but then again - ignorance is bliss, right? I truly have no idea what's going to happen, and I think that's what's helped me keep my head about all of this.

Then again, it probably WOULD be a good idea to spend some time doing something other than researching birth and pharmaceutical drugs. Does anyone have any ideas for how I can keep myself occupied during this undetermined amount of time? Any favorite new reads or hobbies you'd suggest?

Oh, and faithful readers, for my sake and yours, I ought to warn you that I will NOT be talking about pregnancy and babies every time I show my face on here. This is a huge part of my life right now, but I also want to continue to be a place that is relatable and encouraging in the areas of faith, marriage, and joyful & passionate living!!!

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Bumpdate: 27 Weeks UPDATE

I don't even know where to begin.

Let's just preface ALL of this by saying, no, Savannah isn't born yet and neither am I in full-blown labor (or else I totally wouldn't be writing this). However, I AM in the hospital for observation for two days while they assess my situation and determine whether or not I get to go home tomorrow.

It all started last week when I noticed my little girl wasn't kicking as much as she normally did. For several days I felt barely anything other than a little flutter here and there, so I was a little concerned. She hadn't stopped moving completely, so I wasn't in a complete panic. I called the doctor on Monday, and they told me to come in right away for an ultrasound.

The ultrasound was completely fine, and Savannah was healthy and wiggling around, heart pounding strong. There really wasn't any reason for me feeling a lack of movement. However, during that ultrasound they discovered something funny concerning my cervix and sent me upstairs to talk to a nurse practitioner.

Now, I have explained this to so many people and it doesn't seem weird to me anymore, so I apologize if it's tmi for you :P

For those of you who don't know what a cervix is: picture a balloon. The main part of the balloon corresponds to the uterus (where unborn baby floats around), with the neck of the balloon being the cervix. During pregnancy, the cervix is closed to prevent baby from traveling down and into the vaginal canal and being born before she's supposed to be. An average cervix is 3-5cm long, and during labor it will widen (dilate) to 10cm.

Enter in Beka, the girl with a never ending list of weird, bizzaro problems with her body. First of all, my cervix has begin to dilate from the inside out, a process called "funneling." This can cause pre-term birth, but often times women will be put on bed rest and still might carry to term.

BUT in addition to the funneling, my actual cervix is less than one cm long, a third of the size of an average woman's. They call this a shortened/absent/insufficient cervix.

I was referred to a high-risk doctor here, and they studied it further. These two cervical issues, combined with the fact that I was definitely having contractions on Tuesday night, confirmed that they needed to act quickly to prolong delivery as long as possible. The doctor told me that if they didn't, I could have this baby very soon and little would stop her from being born nearly three months early. Her actual words were, "We need to admit you right now, or you might have the baby this weekend."
g u l p.

Wide-eyed and with nervous laughs (to keep from panicking, maybe?), we agreed and I checked into the labor & delivery ward. They hooked me up to Magnesium Sulfate, as well as antibiotics for 24 hours. From my research, the magnesium prevents labor for 24-48 hours, and no more than a couple weeks. This basically just bought me time so the doctors could give me two steroid shots in order to quickly mature Savannah's lungs. It also will protect her brain so that in case she was born, the odds of her developing problems such as cerebral palsy would be slimmer.

The magnesium wiped me out. I felt like I had the flu. They wouldn't let me eat or drink anything during the entire 24 hours, which didn't help either! This afternoon when they stopped the flow I instantly felt human again! During the 24 hours Sean and I had tons of people stopping by, and we made dozens of phone calls. Everyone has showered us with prayers and support, and we are so thankful to the Lord for all of them!

I am planning on being discharged tomorrow if I don't have any contractions until then. They're going to send me home with a blood pressure medication that is meant to relax the uterine muscles from contracting and hopefully will prolong labor for a few more weeks. Due to my shortened cervix, bed rest won't necessarily prevent labor from happening; she's coming on her own time and the doctors aren't quite sure when that will be.

The bottom line, however? We are preparing that Savannah will be born no later than at 34 weeks, but it's a stretch that she'll stay in that long. Whatever happens, she'll stay in the NICU until around her due date (October 12th). There's a very slim chance that she will have any major developmental issues due to her prematurity, but the high-risk doctors have made me aware that there is always risks for infection, bleeding in the brain, sight impairment, and other problems with babies born early (especially if she decides to make her grand entrance before 30 weeks!), but we trust that she will be in the safe hands of the doctors here in the Nashville area and ultimately in the hands of our loving heavenly Father.

I am in no pain, and Sean and I are not stressed or worried & I really think this has to do with the Lord's grace, because this is something that I would probably be freaking out about under normal circumstances.

God is good. He gives and He takes away, and no matter what happens, He will teach us and He will be glorified.

Please pray for little Savannah Joy; that she would stay in for at least another month, and that she would arrive with little complication, strong and healthy; that she would grow to love and follow the Lord, and bring joy to everyone she meets.

Please pray for Sean and I, that we would continue to trust God and for wisdom to make the right decisions, and a peace of mind in the midst of uncertainty.

Thank you to everyone who has prayed for us, called us, visited, and brought us food! We are so overwhelmed by your love for us!!!

Monday, July 14, 2014

early morning

It is 4:38AM. Good morning. I am up and listening to loud music and all the lights are on, because sometimes, being alone in the country in a dark house is the most terrifying thing you'll ever do.

So you wake up and do Buzzfeed quizzes & read articles about labor until the sun comes up and you can go back to bed. (btw, someone described labor as the pain you experience when you pinch the fat under your arm, but in your uterus. aw, some people want to ruin all my fun.)

But by the time the sun comes up and you feel like you can comfortably go back to bed without a murderer bursting through the front door (these are real fears), YOU'RE WIDE AWAKE from all the coffee your husband left you when he started his day even earlier than yours.

So with all these awake thoughts, I feel like I'm overdue for a life-update:

We've been busy. Separately. He's been interning at a radio station + working full time and I've been here and there and everywhere organizing our house and attempting DIY projects and spending a lot of time with my in-laws gallivanting around where we talk a lot and spend too much money at coffee shops.

Sean and I have been trying to figure out how to make time for each other when it's really only a few hours in the evening we have together. and that's hard. and i hate it. we're ignoring the fact that this might very well be the story of the rest of our lives. we're fighting for intentionality (is that a word?)

My iPhone screen kinda shattered, and that was tragic.

We've been church-hunting, which I realize is actually a super awkward issue to bring up with both the people of the church you're leaving as well as the people in the church you're visiting. don't understand why it has to be that way?

Savannah's room is painted and the floors are in, and I'm just a litttttle giddy. Also, I've been eating too many carbs and not enough kale.

I've realized that marriage isn't anything like what I thought it was going to be, but that's okay. It's not like this hyper-spiritual, head-in-the-clouds experience.

More realistically? It's the humility that comes after hearing my husband say he loves me even after I say something nasty; it's choosing to hold on to the other person, even when you don't necessarily want to; it's dying to yourself, giving love and grace without expectation, and taking the time to really listen.

It's dancing together after a concert in the park, in spite of hurt feelings from a fight the night before. It's laughing and talking all at once like best friends are supposed to do. It's him telling me I look beautiful as I watch my belly grow bigger and bigger; and it's me telling him I'm thankful for him working so hard even when I wish he was able to be home more.

Even when it doesn't seem like it, life is good. And when it especially doesn't seem true - God is good, all the time.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Becoming A Mother & Facing New Changes

When Sean and I got married last August, we knew we wanted children and were open to whenever that came along. After six months of marriage, I had stopped wondering when it was going to happen and totally stopped thinking about it. So when it DID happen, we were shocked but praised the Lord for the gift of life He placed inside me!

I'm young - only 19 - and both marriage and motherhood are happening for me at an age when most girls are in college, starting internships, or studying abroad. Even though I know full well that marriage & motherhood at a young age was exactly what God had best planned for me, the lies of the culture around me still creep in...

It whispers, "you're wasting your life".

It mocks, "you're not ready for this."

It degrades, "there's other women who would have done better at this than you."

It lies, "you're weak, God isn't strong enough to hold you."

So often I fall into the temptation to believe these lies and I grow disheartened:

Oh my goodness! I'm having a baby! Nothing's going to be the same again! I can't handle these changes! God, surly you could have chosen someone else for this task of motherhood. I'm clearly not cut-out for this.

I choose to fret instead of looking at my growing belly with overwhelming joy. I choose to feel regret instead of peace in holding my husband's strong hand. I choose to worry about the disapproving looks of others who scoff and think I'm too young - instead of rejoicing that the Lord is sanctifying me in such a unique way! I dwell on the opportunities I won't have instead of noticing all the open doors that a life of stay-at-home motherhood is going to offer me.

Do you see how easy it is to view a change in circumstances, such as impending motherhood, as a threat to the comfortable life you've grown accustomed to? As Christian women, we ought to see these changes as a sign that the Lord loves us and loves to teach us new things!

God desires to be glorified in our lives...but how can he be glorified if we fret and worry over what He calls blessings? Over what He calls good things? May we view changes such as these with JOY and run after them with reckless abandon!

Thursday, July 10, 2014

DIY Photo Canvas

I've always loved those photo canvases you see everywhere - but I've never been a huge fan of the price tag that comes with them...see?

I had always wanted to make my own, and I totally didn't realize how EASY & CHEAP they are to make! I made this 8X10 photo canvas for around $2, and you can too!

You'll need an 8X10 canvas (I found these in packs of two at Hobby Lobby for $3.99 & used a 40% off coupon), Mod-Podge, a paintbrush, tissue paper, & an inkjet printer.

Cut a sheet of tissue paper to slightly larger than an 8.5X11" sheet of paper. I have an abundance of tissue paper leftover still from my wedding, so I didn't have to buy any.

If you want a crinkly, distressed look as your final product, this is all you need to do. However, if you want your canvas to be smooth and free of wrinkles, you can iron your tissue paper with high heat & no steam. I opted to just leave mine as it is - a little wrinkly. I also used an off-white color.

Tape the tissue around a regular sheet of copy paper. This is what you'll be feeding into your printer. Once you've selected the photo you'd like to use, print it out using the 8X10 dimensions. If you print it as a full page, some of your photo might be cut off. Here's what it looks like on my computer...

The tissue paper sheet should come out the other end of your printer just like a normal sheet of paper would, and this is what it will look like:

Notice how the photo is a little distressed because I didn't iron my tissue paper? If you don't like this look, ironing it smooth takes only a few seconds. DON'T iron after your image has printed, though! Do it beforehand!

Cut out your image (it's already a perfect 8X10). Brush the top of your canvas with a thin coat of Mod-Podge, and then lay your image down on top of it.

Generously brush 1-2 coats of Mod-Podge across the top of your photo, starting in the middle and forcing any air bubbles from the center to the ends. Make sure to secure the sides around the ends of the canvas as well.

Don't worry if it looks a mess at first - once the sealer dries, the image will go back to normal. Here's what my two canvases looked like as they were drying:

Again, the wrinkles were intentional.
& that's it! I finished both of these in less than twenty minutes!

I'm planning on making several more of these and giving them as wedding gifts to some friends who are getting married throughout the rest of the year (spoiler alert if any of you are reading this :D).

What are you waiting for? Go & be creative :)

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