Sunday, July 28, 2013


I have this really bad habit of starting things and not sticking with them. Example #1- If you know me, you know I am addicted to Pepsi. I've tried over & over again to cut back or completely stop drinking it, but I always give up in a week or less. How pitiful is that? Another example is my lack of consistency with exercise. Before my wedding, I got in an awesome routine of getting up every day at 5:00AM, doing my exercise video (either Hip Hop Abs or a Jillian Michaels DVD) and then I'd walk Molly afterwards. Every. Single. Day. I was in the best shape of my life, I was happy with the way I looked, and for once I felt comfortable in my own skin. Then I got married, went on my honeymoon, came home, and I haven't been consistent with exercise since. Ugh. There are a million other examples of my commitment issues, but I will spare you the details. I will tell you that I have had this problem just about my whole life.

I am a quitter.
Why can't I stick with anything?

SO anyways... I thought maybe if I start blogging some weekly commitments, maybe I'll feel more inclined to stick with them? Not sure how many people, if anyone, reads this.. But hey, I'm putting it out there in writing so maybe I will think about that before I sputter out and give up.

Week One. 
I am thinking I will start small this week. You know, nothing too drastic. I don't want to set myself up for failure. Now y'all don't laugh at me, but I am thinking this week I will try to drink more water. Simple, right? The reason I'm thinking about starting here is because my excess consumption of soda + my decrease in water intake has led to quite the ugly breakout. All over my face. Grrreat. I've been stressed over work (see my last post), and when I get stressed I want Pepsi. I crave it. Like mouth watering, can't focus, need it right now crave... Pitiful. I know. So I've been on a dehydrated sugar high for the past few weeks and it has done nothing good for me. So this week I am committing to drink at least 48oz, or 6 cups, of water per day. Geeze. Now that I typed that, it sounds like the wimpiest committment ever. What a dork. But again, I've gotta start somewhere. Don't hate!

Well, here goes nothing. Let the hydration begin! :)

Saturday, July 27, 2013

"Welcome to cray cray"

Well as most of you know, I am now working at Huntsville Hospital as a Labor & Delivery nurse! :) I got my job offer in the middle of May, went through the hospital's nursing orientation the second week in June, and hit the ground running on L&D the next week. Whoa, has it been a whirlwind of a month since starting orientation. I am so so blessed to get a 16 week orientation to the unit (THANK GOODNESS) before I have to be "on my own". I am on week 7 right now. Ya'll, I had no clue what being an L&D nurse entailed. Sure, I precepted there as a student for 3 months... But working there as a licensed RN is a completely different world. I am held to a higher standard. I have to chart under my own name, so if something goes down, they will look back and see my name. I am responsible. Some of you may not understand the magnitude of this, but it is huge. And scary. And overwhelming.

Since receiving my job offer in May, I've told many people that I am an L&D nurse, and most of the time I get "aww what a fun job!" or "oh that must be the happiest job ever!" -- eeeek. Not so much. Yes, for the most part my days have been full of joy and excitement as babies are welcomed into the world.. BUT I have also had days where I could barely hold myself together due to sadness. I've been terrified. I've felt like an idiot. I've cried myself to sleep. From what I can tell over the past few weeks, as an L&D nurse our job will bring the very highest highs, along with the very lowest lows.

Labor & Delivery nursing is a crazy unique (and CRAZY challenging) job, especially for a new graduate. Jade (my nurse manager) told me this during my interview and asked if I was up for it. Wow- she was not kidding. I have to be a pre-op nurse, a circulating OR nurse, a PACU/recovery nurse, a scrub/surgical nurse, a baby nurse, a labor nurse, an antepartum nurse .... Ok, really? That is like 7 separate jobs. Talk about overwhelmed!!!

All of that being said, I wouldn't want to work anywhere else. I work with some awesome women who check up on me when they know I've had a hard day. They've encouraged me when I've made a big dummy of myself. They've challenged me to think harder and not be so timid and afraid. They push me beyond what I think I can do. I am learning so much from them, and I'm so excited to be joining their team.

So back in May when I announced my first job offer on Facebook, Amy Hall commented on it and said "welcome to cray cray" -- Little did I know, those were the most accurate words to describe what the first month of my RN experience would be like! Welcome to the world of L&D nursing, eh? :)

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Strangely Dim

I'm probably the worst, most inconsistent blogger ever. Most of the time it's because I feel like no one really cares about my boring life or my random thoughts, but obviously you are at least curious if you're here reading this. SO here goes nothing! :)

As you noticed, I gave my blog some cute new decor. I even got all technical and figured out how to add this sweet picture at the top! Feeling like a pro now.

Anyways; I am graduating in 23 days! I can't even believe four years has come down to this. It is almost here! This semester I have been precepting with Amy on Labor & Delivery at Huntsville hospital and y'all.... I am pretty sure I found my calling! I LOVE it. The Lord's hand was all over the circumstances leading up to my placement on that unit. Story time! :)

Last semester we had to turn in our "yellow cards" for precepting placements. They were due on the first week of my OB class. So I put down a post surgical unit as my first choice; seemed like a good enough option. Then I got into my OB class and it rocked my world. I had never enjoyed studying for a class so much. Then I had my L&D clinical rotation and a light bulb went off. This is what I wanted to do! So I emailed my teacher and asked to change my precepting placement choice to L&D. She said okay, and I felt confident I would get a spot. Then December rolls around and placements are released. Where was I? The post surgical unit. Not gonna lie, I cried. And pouted. Then a few weeks later I read Jeremiah 29:1-14. This is where the Lord's people were captured and taken from Jerusalem to Babylon. God commanded them to make a home there, to be prosperous, to pray for that city, and to thrive there. He said the He would gather them back up & He would keep His promise, but told them flourish where He had placed them at that time. It was clear as day. I wrote in my journal "Work hard and make the most of my preceptorship placement... It may not have been my first choice but the Lord has placed me there for a reason!" That was the end of the story. I accepted it and moved on to call my preceptor. She proceeded to tell me she no longer wanted a student, so I was back to square one. I no longer had a place to work. BUT this opened a new door. I sent a text to my awesome friend, Amy Hall, and asked if she had been assigned a student (she is an L&D nurse)-- she said no, and admitted she had asked not to be given a student. So I told her my situation and she SO graciously offered to be my preceptor. I talked with my teachers, we got it all approved, and three months later here I am on L&D and absolutely LOVING it. Had I been placed on L&D to begin with, I wouldn't have been placed with Amy, I may not have been on day shift, I may not have been placed at Huntsville Hospital (where I really wanted to be) .... He just worked it out in the most perfect way and all in His timing! *HUGE shout out to Amy! Thank you thank you thank you!!!* :)

So I tell that story because I want you to know how absolutely dumb and forgetful I am. I make fun of the Israelites because they constantly forgot all about the miracles God had done for them, yet I am no different so much of the time... With graduation approaching, I have starting really stressing about whether or not I am going to get a job offer. Amy has had to calm me down on more than one occasion; it has been a real struggle. I feel like I need to be doing something to work it out or make it happen, when I have already done all that I can. What I need to do now is give it over to the Lord. He worked out my precepting position, why do I doubt that He will work out my job situation as well? It may not look like what I want it to or hope it will, but regardless, He has a plan and He will work it out. I need to surrender.

Today while I was in the car, my mind was rushing over this situation. I've been hearing all about everyone else's job offers and it was really freaking me out. Then I heard this amazing song, and peace fell over me in an instant. I am so so thankful for that moment. So here are the lyrics and a link to the video. I hope this helps someone as much as it helped me today. Thank you Jesus for your unexpected messages throughout my day. :)

I've got all these plans piled up sky high
A thousand dreams on hold
And I don't know why I got a front row seat
To the longest wait
And I just can't see Past the things I pray Today

But when I fix my eyes on all that You are
Then every doubt I feel Deep in my heart
Grows strangely dim
All my worries fade And fall to the ground
Cause when I seek Your face And don't look around
Any place I'm in Grows strangely dim

I don't know, I don't know
What tomorrow may hold
But I know, but I know
That You're holding it all
So no matter what may come

I'm gonna fix my eyes on all that You are
'Til every doubt I feel Deep in my heart
Grows strangely dim
Let all my worries fade And fall to the ground
I'm gonna seek Your face And not look around
Til the place I'm in
Grows strangely, strangely, strangely dim


Monday, June 4, 2012

Less than 100..

I'm getting married in 68 days. Yep, 68. I'm super super excited, but I'm honestly pretty scared too. The past year has been full of butterflies, smiles, and excitement.. Not that this time isn't also filled with those things, but there are also little whispers of anxiety, nervousness, and pre-wedding jitters. None of those negative feelings have anything to do with the man I'm engaged to. I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life-- he is the one God prepared for me since the beginning of time and God Himself has brought us together. I'm more afraid of the fact that I am about to be a wife. I won't be living at home where mom and dad take care of things anymore. Josh and I will become our own family. We will have each other. We will become each other's first priority. He will be responsible for taking care of me, and I will be responsible for humbly serving him. That sounds so weird. Our society puts such a negative spin on women serving their husbands... but I'm not afraid to say that I will be a servant to my husband. Not a slave. A servant. Just like I am a servant to Christ. I will do it out of love for my husband. And on the days that I don't feel like being a humble servant, I will do it because my Abba Father in Heaven commands me to do it. My parents have set a beautiful example for me on what a Christ-centered marriage looks like, and they give me hope. In a society that is ravaged with divorce and infidelity (two terrifying words), it is becoming more and more rare to find couples who are each other's first marriage; each other's first love. Not that people who have been divorced are forever shunned and horrible- that's not at all what I'm saying. But when I look at Josh, I look at the man that I plan to spend every single breath I have on this earth with. He will forever more be a part of my life. I look back on the past 6 years and feel impressed with "how long we have been together" ... 6 years aint nothing in a marriage. In 6 years you're still in the honeymoon phasse. Okay, not really. But still. That's a baby number compared to 25.. 45.. 50 years of marriage. AH! Okay yea, moments like these are where those jitters come in. Because I sometimes wonder.. How can I vow before God and my loved ones to love one person forever. For longer than I've even been alive. BUT I remember that God is the one who designed marriage. He invented it! He is on our side. And as long as Josh and I are in tune with him personally first and as a couple second, He will give us the love we need for each other. He will provide strength in moments of weakness, patience in moments of anger, and peace in times of struggle that will inevitably come.

I am thankful for the fact that Josh and I don't have to fully rely on our emotions for each other to make our marriage work. Because I've heard from married couples, "you're not always gonna FEEL like loving him".. Fact is, we are humans, and our emotions are not always good. They are not always reliable or trustworthy. Josh and I are relying on an UNFAILING, NEVER FADING God who loves us & promises to give us all that we need in Him. And he never ever breaks His promises. We get to lay our marriage at HIS feet & trust him to take care of it. Thank you thank you thank you, Jesus. I don't know how anyone could expect a marriage to work without Him. We need the love of Jesus to teach us how to correctly love one another. Or at least I do. Cause really, on my own, I'm a dirty yucky selfish person & that isn't going to be good for my marriage. I need my Jesus to make me into the woman I am called to be for Josh, as his wife.

Thank you Jesus for not sending us into this adventure alone. You are right here. At the forefront and center. Help us to keep it that way forever.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

6 months... Can you imagine the scene?

Oh goodness gracious. My wedding day is in 6 months... Are you kidding me?! Where did the time go?

In 6 months I will be getting up and getting ready right now.. Spending time with my mommy at home. She is helping me gather my things and prepare for the day. I'll be getting alone with my Lord, thanking and praising him for this day. Shortly, we will heading to my bridal brunch at Peggy's house. I'll eat and laugh and share the excitement with all the sweet women of my bridal party, my family, and my soon-to-be family. Then I will be getting my hair and makeup done-- all of it becoming a little more real. This day is really here. I will head to the Monte Sano Lodge, where I will walk in and see summer-time flowers, smell delicious food, and see candles and vases and pictures of fun memories I've shared with this man I'm about to unite my life with. I will put on my wedding dress and I will be surrounded by the women that I love so much. We will take pictures and laugh and probably cry together. My best friend will be on the other side of the building, surrounded by the men who mean the most to him. Hopefully he will be as excited as I am and won't be running away! Ha!

We will both be gathering in prayer on two opposite sides of the Lodge, but united in one heart, thanking our Lord for each other and for the blessings He has poured out on our lives. For the protection through our stupid years and for the grace that has completely covered and consumed our relationship.

People will arrive, they will greet each other, sign the guestbook, find their seat. Hopefully it won't be too miserably hot and they'll all be able to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Soft music will be playing in the background. My daddy will come into the room where I've been staying. I'll hug his neck so tightly, and thank him for being the most wonderful example of a godly father and husband. I can only hope Josh will live up to the man my daddy has been. :)

We will line up. Heart racing. Knees shaking. Palms sweaty. One by one, the grandmothers and mothers and bridesmaids will make their way down the aisle. There will be smiles all around. I'll give Bella and Georgia a huge hug for being the sweetest & most precious flower girls I could ask for. They'll make their way down. I'll give my father a look and a smile, he will hold out his arm for me, and we will begin walking. I see the guests, the white chairs, the flowers. The music is playing, the guests will rise, and then I will see him. The man who has been by my side through so much. The man who encourages me every day to be a better person. Who has built me up and loved me even when I'm completely unlovable. I will probably cry. And in that moment, it will just be him and I. Together. Finally, finally at this moment where we unite and begin our lives together. We become a family. The Lord God who created us for each other and mostly for HIS glory will mold us into one heart, beating for Him.

Oh goodness I'm getting teary-eyed just imagining it all. I absolutely cannot wait.
Thank you Jesus for this amazing blessing!

6 months guys.. 6 months!!!!!

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Just Hush

I've just been thinking, no actually I've been talking a whole lot lately.. And this is the place I've landed...

I really need to learn how to shut my mouth. I don't consider myself a gossip; the first thing they teach you in nursing school is how to keep a secret. That isn't my problem. My problem is talking issues or situations to death. I want to figure everything out & I want to do it right now. So I talk. And I talk some more. And a little more. As if the more I talk around a subject, the closer I will come to figuring it our or finding some sort of solution. Ask Josh, he will tell you how ridiculous I can be with this.

It never works... So why do I continue to do it? I guess I have a really hard time accepting that life happens day-by-day, and sometimes issues take days, months, years to resolve. I could talk for days on end, but it isn't going to speed up time.. I've got to learn how to REST in the Lord. He sees the future. He knows how everything is going to turn out. And HE will provide everything I need to know or do as the time comes. Not right now. But in His timing. See, I know this truth in my head.. But I'm still learning it in my heart.

He is growing me & teaching me every day, but this is the issue that is heaviest on my heart right now. So I'm done talking. There are a million different things going on & a million different viewpoints and opinions about all of it.. But I'm not taking part in the discussion anymore. I'm just going to do what Psalm 46:10 commands: "Be STILL and know that I am God"

Lord help me because in 5 more minutes my mind & my mouth are gonna start running again.. But I know this is what You are asking of me & teaching me today.

Just Hush.

Thursday, January 12, 2012


So I haven't blogged since September. I'm feeling the need to just reflect over the past few months. Let's see..

Right before Thanksgiving break, my mom texted me with a picture of some puppies and said "a lady at my work has free lab puppies if you and Josh are interested." Okay, what? My mom never encourages the acquiring of animals. We already had two dogs at the time; I couldn't believe she even told me about this. So, I forwarded the message to Josh, and he responded with "I think that would be a good idea, when can we see the puppies?" Okay, seriously? Josh has always been the rational one in our relationship. I am constantly finding things I want to get into.. I dive in head first without even looking. Josh doesn't; He thinks it through. He thinks of all the pros and cons. And he usually gives me a good ol "you're crazy. just slow down!" wake-up call. But not this time. He actually thought we could get a puppy! YAY.

So we went to my mom's office where the puppies were. There was only one girl there, and she chose us. We decided on the name Molly. At the time, she was only 3 weeks old so we couldn't take her home yet. We said our goodbyes and planned to get her ASAP. Over the next few weeks Josh and I went to PetsMart, bought puppy supplies, and even bought a Labrador Puppy book & read every page in it (which for me is really unusual). We were ready... Or so we thought.

Okay- break in the puppy story. We decided school needed to be completely finished for the semester before we got the puppy.. So finals came along. Oh boy. Talk about stress. I haven't ever been so nervous or studied so hard for anything before. I abandoned my social life and quite alot of sleep, but the Lord carried me through those days and brought me in one piece to the end of the semester (which I honestly thought was NEVER going to come). I came out with my 4.0 in-tact (booya!) and felt really confident but so in need of rest. -- Yea, I wanted rest.. yet I planned to get a puppy. HA. Didn't know what was coming for me.

School ended on a Wednesday afternoon. I went to the spa that day and used a giftcard Josh bought me for my birthday; it was absolutely wonderful. (BlueMed Spa is THE  place! Let me tell ya..) Anyways; Thursday came. My first official day of break. And what did I do? Got my wisdom teeth out. Oh yea, lots of fun. So I spent that day resting & listening to my stomach growl because I couldn't eat anything that wasn't completely squishy (that brought back disturbing memories from meal time at the nursing home--ick). Then came Friday. The second day of break. My mouth was feeling much better, and we decided it was time to get our sweet puppy.

And so began the potty-training, puppy chasing, carpet cleaning, crate training, and sleepless nights.. Rest? What is rest? I love that puppy with all my heart, but getting her at 5 weeks old was NOT the smartest thing I've ever done. The first three weeks with her were a nightmare and I wouldn't re-live them for anything to be honest. At the same time, our 2 year old Shizu, Piper, got sick. She stopped eating on Thursday, and we took her to the vet on Saturday morning (we also took Molly that day because she was pooping and puking worms. Fun). Piper had always been a "sickly" dog, but never like this. She stayed at the vet for a full week because we didn't have the equipment to take care of her at home, but we were finally able to bring her home for a night. She started to perk up and the vet had high hopes for her. Then she crashed again. This time, he didnt think she was going to get better. After a few days of testing, she was diagnosed with kidney failure & we had to make a really hard decision.. But we all agreed it was best for her even though we selfishly wanted to keep her here with us. We knew she would be better off in puppy heaven (maybe I'm dumb, but I totally believe in some kind of place like that..)

This all came to a close the day before Christmas Eve. Molly was better from her worms and had started sleeping through the night, but we were all so sad about losing Piper. This is when I see the Lord's hand involved intricately in our lives. Why did my mom feel the need to tell me about the free lab puppies? Why did Josh also seem to think it was a good idea? Why did it all work out so perfectly? We had no clue we were going to lose Piper. She was fine one week, and gone two weeks later. BUT the Lord knew what our family was headed towards, and that's why I think we have Molly. She is hilarious and fun and so sweet. She bites everyone and everything, she never stops chewing (which the Lab book warned me about), but she always has us smiling or laughing. I don't know what we would've done without her over the month of December, but I'm really thankful everything worked out the way it did. We still miss our little Piper of course, but we all love little Molly too. :)

Wow, I have alot more to say than I realized. Okay so then Christmas came & was a fun, special time with my family and Josh's family. His sister got engaged-- Yay! The week after Christmas I got my bridesmaids together and we picked a dress for them & everyone loved it, another yay! Then New Years came and was lots of fun.

THEN Passion 2012 at the Dome! What an awesome experience that was. Last year God really shook me up about missions; He moved in a loud, mighty, powerful way in my life. This year was different. He moved in small, still ways. The worship was great and the speakers were moving, but it was a really different experience. He taught me alot about trusting & resting in Him at all times. I stress out over details. Who am I going to sit with or ride with or room with or be in community groups with etc etc .. But I prayed for weeks before about this issue and asked Him to help me just trust that He is in control & would work things out. And He did it! Everything worked out more perfectly than I could've ever planned. He knows what is best and He took care of it without me doing a single thing or worrying for a second (why is it so hard for me to see that the Creator of the universe has my tiny life under control?) Great great great lessons for my life that I'm still applying today-- VERY thankful.

There were lots more moving moments at passion, but thats what has really stuck with me.

So now I'm back in school. Already feeling overwhelmed. Already wanting to walk away from it and say forget it. Sometimes I don't think being a nurse is worth the extreme stress & pressure they put you through in school. And it doesn't end when you graduate either. It never really stops. But for now, this is where God has me. SO I need to suck it up and TRUST that He is going to bring me through and give me what I need to do this.

Well, Molly is crying-- she is probably stuck under the porch. Again. Oh goodness.
Guess thats all I've got to say today-- =]