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My daughter has a lot to say for her age. I love every single word that comes out of her mouth, even the “no, no, no” that usually follows whatever non-fruit item is placed on her dinner plate. But right now my favorite word that she says is “basketball”. It comes out more like “bask-et-ball”. I probably love it because we are in the middle of basketball season and I am 100% trying to train her brain into loving Duke basketball as much as I do. There is just something about this sport that I am drawn to, even though I am a T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E basketball player. I could watch basketball all day.

It is a good thing I love the game so much. There is a family next door to us who must have received a basketball goal and ball for Christmas, because ever since December 26 I have fallen asleep to the sound of the ball bouncing along the pavement, and continued to hear it throughout the day that follows. Clearly, it was a much desired present. Well done, Santa.

The sounds don’t bother me in the slightest. In a way I find it comforting. It is also interesting to hear the sounds and be able to picture what is happening. The ball bounces a certain speed when it is at the top of the court, slow but constant. As the ball dribbles down the court it gets a little stronger, maybe even a little faster. Pause. And then you either hear a loud, uncomfortable, bang of the ball missing the net. Or you hear nothing. Which could mean two things…airball… or the ever so silent swish of the ball perfectly going through the net. Loud - you missed. Soft - you scored the perfect shot. Isn’t it weird how the sound of a missed shot is louder than the sound of a successful one?

Life is in a way like basketball. When you miss - you know it. The sound of it is loud. The reaction is disappointment. And shaking it off isn’t always easy – you usually scramble to fix the problem rather than settle yourself to find a solution. When you succeed - the sound is simple. Its reassuring. It’s subtle.

In life we are trained to try to hear the BIG sound. We figure that the right way will be the loudest. But, like in basketball, the louder the sound doesn’t always mean the better the situation. When we focus too much on what we are wanting to hear we can miss what God is actually trying to say. His message can be simple and quiet. Not all next steps are spelled out in loud flashy lights. In Luke chapter 8 a woman told herself as long as she could just touch Jesus’s robe she would be healed. The quietest of all acts – a simple brush of her hand against His garment – but it had the loudest affect. She was healed and His power was made known.

As you enter into this new year I encourage you to add one small goal to your list – to listen. To hear Him through all the different areas in your life. And by saying to hear Him I don’t mean to audibly hear Him talking - maybe you hear Him through a book, or a podcast, or your children, or your neighbors, or a song. But just take a second, regain your focus, set your feet and gear up to listen. It’s more beautiful than the sound of the basketball swooshing through the net. Trust me.

“Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace” - Luke 8:48

Where to, God?


Photography by Madi Flournoy Henderson 

Top: Amelia Styles || Similar style: here & here || Shorts: Nordstrom || Shoes: Converse

For the last thirty-one days I have spent more time in the word of God than ever before in my entire life. All thanks to Megan Miller, who had it on her heart to ask a simple question on her insta story one day, “Do you want to read the bible with me?”. And with that question brought a response of 208 people tapping “Yes” on the poll. One little question from her is all it took to totally change my relationship with God for the better.

Each day in this bible journey there is a reading from the old testament, new testament, psalms and proverbs. Then you pick one thing to pray over for the entire month. I picked three. Because I’m such an overachieving Christian. No, that’s not the real reason. I said a prayer for my husband, my daughter, and myself. The prayer for myself was this blog. I knew the second that Megan asked us to join in that I was going to take the next thirty-one days and pray “Lord what am I to do about this blog.”

God has been wrestling with my heart for a while. I mean really tugging and pulling at it. Almost to the point of frustration. I feel like I’m at the starting line, watching everyone take off in the right direction. While I’m standing there confused as to which foot I should put before the other to even began to walk. I have the drive. I have the passion. I know I am supposed to do something. 

I knew through the process that I didn't want to give up on this blog completely. I wasn't hearing that it was time to close the door. But I also wasn't hearing that it was time to reopen it either. 

With five days left in this study I had made peace with the fact that I might be waiting for a while. God might not answer my question in the thirty-one days I had planned for Him to do so. He is not on my timetable. I am on His. A truth I am forever having to remind myself of. 

And it wasn't until the last day of the study and the very last verse that I got my answer. 

Proverbs 3:5-6 - "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not rely on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight." 

This has been my life verse since high school. The one I have always resorted back to in every type of life event. And it was God's way of answering this prayer. Great is His faithfulness. 

I am still waiting for exactly what I am supposed to do with this answer. I know now to keep writing. The blog, the book, it all still needs to happen. I'll continue to write about all the things - just maybe a tad more about Jesus, and a tad less about fashion. 

I don’t know where you are at. Maybe the path is clear, the directions are laid out and you are off on your way. Or maybe you are sitting in the waiting room, listening for your name to be called. But I do know that whatever path you are on, or trying to discover, you can’t step away from Him. Stay in the word. Stay in the truth. Know that God is the one pulling your hand in the right direction while also the one holding it still as you continue to figure it out.

And if you feel Him telling you to step out of your comfort zone. Do it. You never know what might happen. 

“The Lord is near. Don’t worry about anything, but in everything, through prayer and petition with thanksgiving, present your request to God.”       – Philippians 4:5-6

Faith Over Worry

Photography by Madi Flournoy Henderson 

Dress: Pink Blush Maternity || Pink Blush Non- Maternity Option || Similar style here  

During my pregnancy I had a lot of fun dressing the bump. Though at times it was still very challenging. Like the time I tried to buy my pre-pregnancy size workout clothes when I was 8 months pregnant. Yea. Not my best moment. So I am especially thankful for my partnership with Pink Blush during this time. They made me feel like I wasn't only wearing maternity clothes by having non-maternity options in the same styles. That is why Pink Blush will continue to make an appearance on this blog even thought my pregnancy is over. I only wish I had known about them sooner.  

Let me start by saying that I loved being pregnant. I know not everyone feels that way. But I was blessed to have an overall easy pregnancy. Physically easy pregnancy. But mentally, I wore myself out with worry. And it is amazing how much worry can consume you in every stage of carrying a child. 

In the beginning you worry that you won't be able to get pregnant. When it didn't happen as quickly as I expected, I worried. Once you get pregnant, you worry about when you will feel the first kicks. Once you feel those sweet baby feet, you worry about the baby coming too early. Then when you hit the magical 36 weeks, you worry if the baby will be ok once it arrives. And once the baby is here...goodness.. you worry about every little hair and bump on their precious little body.

At some point, during the first several hours of not sleeping because you keep checking to make sure your child is breathing, you accept the fact that you will forever worry about your child. It isn't a feeling that goes away. Instead it is a feeling you have to learn how to control. Only being able to control it by handing it over to Jesus.  

Looking back during this last year I realize what strong role my friend Lauren played in helping me to learn how to trust in Him. While I was a mess of worries, she was full of confidence. And through her confidence she taught me a valuable lesson. Lauren just always knew things were going to be ok. I am sure parts of her worried just like I did, but she didn't let it show. She just had faith. Something I wish I had known how to do before I entered into this special time. Something I was lagging in even though I was praying to God for this child's safety what felt like every hour of every day. I had the prayers but not the faith. 

No matter what you are worrying through you have to remember to pray AND have faith. Through each stage of the process. Whether it is becoming a mom, getting pregnant, adopting a child, or even making a career change, moving to a new city, whatever it is...just keep the faith. 

"Commit your way to the Lord, trust also in Him, and He shall bring it to pass." - Psalm 37:5

This post was sponsored by Pink Blush. Opinions are my own. All products were selected by me. Thankful for partnerships like these that make a TAD more faith possible.