Link-ups Are the New Black

I’ll admit it, I’ve just been dyin’ to start a new weekly link-up. Everywhere I go, blogs are popping up with link-ups and I think they’re so fun!

Introducing Wednesday Workbox Day! Say that three times fast!

Some guidelines:
Please link to the permalink of your actual post, not your homepage.

Link back to Wednesday Workbox Day in your post. I’d be thrilled if you included the button, but you don’t have to. You can also put it anywhere on your blog and I’ll love ya for life.

Button Codes:
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Or if you want the big fatty button, here it is:

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If you need some post ideas for workboxes, you can find some here.

Link-ups are most fun when you take a few minutes to read on the other posts listed and leave them a comment. Let’s all try to do that!

If you’d like to sponsor a giveaway for Wednesday Workbox day, please contact me!

When God Changes your Heart

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When praying for God’s will, be ready for it.

Three years ago, I started to pray that God would give me direction as to whether I should pursue full-time employment and keep our kids in private school, or stay working at home a few hours a week and send them to public school. God completely and totally changed my heart and here we are in our second year of homeschooling.

Last year, in July, I applied for a paid blogger position with a shopping blog. I sent in two sample posts I thought were fantastic and awaited a response. Nothing. Meanwhile, the ministry in my own blog found direction and purpose. Four months later, I realized that one of my email accounts wasn’t even coming to my outlook inbox. It was an account I had set up for kind of extra emails. I had inadvertently sent the application from that account.

I don’t know why I was surprised to find that the very first email that had been sitting in my online account with seven hundred others was a reply from the company I applied to. They were very interested and wanted to speak with me by phone. That was the very day my emails stopped being delivered. I laughed. God had already completely and totally changed my heart to focus on a ministry through my own site. Had I gotten that position, my own blog and the blessing of ministry would have been abandoned.

A few months ago, I heard about a blogging conference for Christian women. Oh, I so wanted to go. I wanted to be encouraged and inspired, learn new things, and best of all… meet Sarah Mae, Jessica, Angie, Cheryl, Stef and countless other amazing ladies.

I prayed that God would send me. I sent out sponsorship letters. I prayed. I came up with an ebook to sell and earn my way. I prayed. I tweeted endlessly, following the conference hashtag and keeping up with the women going. Then I prayed some more.

Then I went on a vacation with my husband and was off Twitter for a week. My enthusiasm for the conference was waning. This morning, I prayed again to ask God to send me and I was overwhelmingly convinced that I no longer wanted to pursue going.

The conference is a day’s flight away and four days long. I have never been away from my family that long and I’m not sure I want to start doing that now. Bringing them with me would take an act of God. And God has completely and totally changed my heart. I will no longer pursue this conference. I told God that if He desires me there, He is going to have to bring it to my front door. I’m done chasing it.

The peace that settled in my heart at that second truly surpasses my own understanding.

Do you pray for what you want or for God’s will? Living in God’s will seems scary sometimes, but what we forget is His peace is part of the deal. How kind our God is to change our very heart’s desire instead of forcing His plan on us. Sometimes He gives us the desires we already have. Sometimes He gives us desires we didn’t even know we had. Sometimes, He changes our desires.

All we have to do is be open. Pray for His will. Mean it. Listen. Be still. Obey.

Announcing Wednesday Workbox Day Link-Up!

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Wednesday Workbox Day will be a Weekly link-up featuring YOUR favorite workbox posts! Write a post about your workboxes and come back to link up here on Wednesday.

One participant this week will win a $20 Rainbow Resource gift card for your workbox needs!

Ideas to get you started:
A unique workbox filler
All of your workboxes for the day
Customized workboxes
Shared workboxes
Workbox printables
Workboxes and different homeschool approaches (classical workboxes, Charlotte Mason boxes, etc)
Why you use workboxes
How you make workboxes work for you
Workboxes and special needs
Workboxes in high school
Workboxes in middle school
Toddler workboxes
Preschool workboxes
Workboxes for co-schooling
Anything and everything workboxes!

Mom’s Night Off

No cooking allowed

No cooking allowed

Who needs to get all dressed up, spend the day cooking and cleaning to enjoy a night relaxing with friends? Not me! I enjoy girl time just as much as the next guy, er girl, but sometimes I’m just plain pooped with no vitametavegamin in sight.

Know what I mean?

I was feeling this way a few weeks ago, but still wanted to get together with my mama and girlfriends, so I did something radical… Mom’s Night Off! (and I don’t mean radical in the 80’s surfer-dude kind of way, but in the 60’s war protesters kind of way. Did you get that?)

I invited everyone over and because I’m bossy I gave them a list of rigid rules and regulations.

The flyer went something like this: (Actually, it went exactly like this because I copied and pasted it here.)

Mom’s Night Off!

The Rules:
• You MUST wear comfy clothing!
• You MUST NOT bring anything homemade to eat!
• Please do bring your favorite pre-made snack! I’m talking bags or boxes here, people. No prep!
• That’s it!

I’d like to spend some time sharing and praying for one another, and then play a game or something. We could very well end up sitting around talking all night, and that’d be fine, too. Let’s just see what happens!

I LOVE to have people over, and I love to cook, but I think for Mom’s night off, we should forbid ourselves to go all out like we usually do. Let’s commit to only getting pre-made snacks and wearing our comfiest clothes! Are ya with me? (Note: Do you like how I added this in to make it sound less bossy? And I wanted to be extra-clear that I wasn’t just being a lazy slob. Not sure now that it worked.)

Let me know if you’ll be there… Just don’t let me catch you cookin’ or curlin’ your hair!

PS: Snuggies optional

Confession: I almost changed the all caps and multiple exclamation points because I’m kind of embarrassed now at just how bossy I am. But I’m keepin’ it real, yo.

And I’m not going to name names but one of my friends (Elissa) came with her hair all pretty. I forgave her.

Could you use a night off?

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Dear Epidermis,

I realize I was acting like a thirteen year old yesterday. What with the eye rolling.

The sleeping in.

The oh my gosh, did you, like, see how short her skirt was?

However, I did not expect you to follow suit. When I awoke this morning to find a pimple on my forehead, I felt very angry with you. Betrayed, even.

We’ve been through a lot together. The tweezing. The waxing. The squeezing. The chemical-laden, animal-tested, pore clogging makeup. You’ve forgiven it all.

You forgave me for slathering myself with oil and baking in the sun every summer for ten years.

You didn’t punish me when I went all four years of high school without washing my makeup off before bed.

Not that it’s been a one way street. I forgave you for the chin flare-ups in junior high that always occurred at The. Most. Inopportune. Time. (Come to think of it, that may have been a rather wise maneuver on your part, causing me to keep over-eager, pubescent boys at arm’s distance during the Valentine’s Day Dance of eighth grade. Well played, epidermis. Well played.)

I forgot your betrayal when you resisted my tummy’s attempt to make room for my babies and left unsightly marks to forever remind me of your disapproval– in spite of all the cocoa butter I applied. Whatever. I’m over that.

A pimple, though? Really?

I was coming to terms with the vertical line on my forehead. I’m a grown woman, and proud of it. I’ve accepted wrinkles are part of what is to come and plan to age gracefully. Really. Last week, when I sat amongst some fiftyish year olds, warning me of the dry, dusty skin to come, I vowed to douse you with even more moisturizer. And I’ve kept up my end of the bargain.

And now this.

Make up your mind. Am I an anguished teen or a wise old mom? I refuse to be both. Do you hear me? Refuse.

Don’t worry, I’m willing to work this out. I’ll forgive you for this little incident, and you won’t punish me for the tanning bed scandal of 2000.

Deal?

Respectfully Yours,
Angela

Then There Was the Honeymoon

Ten years ago yesterday, I married my best friend. So ten years ago today we were on our way to Jamaica for an incredible honeymoon.

We both had kids when we met, so on our first vacation together we were already excited to get some alone time. That doesn’t mean I didn’t cry for ninety whole minutes when my dad took my little Coco and I had to say goodbye for a week.

Back then, our cell phones wouldn’t work in Jamaica, so I wouldn’t be able to talk to Coco except for every couple of days from the resort phone. I may have sneaked in a couple of extra short calls. Just a couple. Short ones.

Even though I was missing my baby, we had a blast.

We dined. For the first time as husband and wife!
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And danced. For the first time as husband and wife!

And kissed on the beach. For the first time as husband and wife!

And felt like rock stars when we checked in and they gave us warm towels to wash our weary travel-stained faces.

I got all gussied up in at least three different outfits a day. I had one suitcase just for shoes. I guess I thought I was a rock star.

Then, on our last day at the resort, we went snorkeling. As soon as my head went underwater my body gave into the cold I’d been fighting for six weeks before the wedding.

So, the last night of my honeymoon was spent like this.

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My sweet husband left me only long enough to get some burgers and fries from the beach grill. Because apparently, two bags of cheese nips weren’t enough. (See the empty bag on the nightstand?)

Pure bliss.

Until they slipped our phone bill under the door at two in the morning.

I’m sure you can guess what happened next.

We fought. For the first time as husband and wife!

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