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I can try.

I have three beautiful boys, who I love dearly, and my friends they are BOYS. They wrestle, play for hours in the mud, build forts, wrestle some more, love superheroes, shoot everything, “hunt” around the house constantly, build guns with their Legos, build superhero forts with their Legos…you get the idea.

We watch the Disney channel, and every time a “you can do it, princess” commercial comes on they yell about not being a princess and I get upset. Disney seems to be consumed with swinging the pendulum as far possible in, whatever direction, the feminist movement happens to be swinging. Our culture, seems to be determined to loudly swing the pendulum the other way. As a mom of boys, I find it massively frustrating, unfair, puzzling, confusing.

I grew up in a home where I was constantly encouraged. I was also disciplined, when I was being naughty…, given responsibilities and expectations. But, when I wanted to try something, I never heard from my parents that I could not do it for any reason. I was not given  a false belief that I literally could do everything, but if I thought I wanted to try something, my parents rallied behind me.

My mom was, and is, a doer. She went on adventures, traveled, camped in Alaska for months by herself, and moved across the country by herself. My dad was, and is, a doer. He became a commercial diver and traveled working, went to the bottom of the ocean and has some crazy stories! They both traveled around Europe. They met, fell in love, and got married three months later. They both are big dreamers and are excited about their life together. As a team.

Not once did I ever feel less than because I’m a woman, not once have I ever seen my mom back down because she is a woman, not once have I ever seen my dad treat a woman as less than because she is a woman. Not once did my brother ever treat a woman as less than because she is a woman.

My husband is my favorite. One time I tried to play helpless (not a clue why) and he looked at me like I was nuts and told me I could do it, so do it. When I told him I wanted to go back to school, he was my biggest cheerleader. He has supported me as a stay at home mom, by choice. He has listened to me go on for hours about what I would love to do and encouraged me to keep moving forward. I have never seen my husband look at anyone as less than because of their physical appearances. I have never heard of him speak of anyone as less than because of their physical appearance, the fact that they are female.

There is a new shirt at Target, Strong Like Mom, which is great. But, why would I not want my sons to be like their dad? Why would I not want them to emulate the character of a man who I love more than words could ever explain? Someone who I respect day in and day out. Someone who I have grown to love more and more over our, nearly, thirteen years together. Someone who loves me well, respects me, makes me laugh, holds me while I cry, fights for me and loves God above all else. Why would I not want them to seek to be like him?

My boys know I’m strong. They see me as capable, hard working, loving, a teammate for my husband, and someone who loves God above all else. They love lifting weights with me, running alongside me, celebrating with me when I finally finished my degree! They see me cry and wrestle with God on the hard things, and praise Him for all of it. I don’t need to protest in the streets to prove that point.

When I see women aggressively attacking men, because they are men, I am offended. In all of the jobs I have had, I have received equal pay, equal treatment, and not once questioned whether or not we were on the same playing field. If there was a time that a man has made a joke at a woman’s expense, there has always been a man to shut him up and defend women. Women rant and rave about “man colds”. When my husband is sick, he is SICK. He had pneumonia for part of December and all of January, he did not miss one day of work, struggled to breathe, but still participated fully in our home and in his classroom (he’s an elementary school teacher).

I am proud to be his wife. I am proud to be mom to our boys. I am honored that I get to stay at home with them during this time and that my husband encourages me to do so, and works so hard for me to be able to.

I am proud to be raising my boys the way we are. I do not want them to treat girls, young ladies, ladies as anything less than. Ever. They will respect women, and not because they are women, but because they are human. Do I want them to treat women differently than men? Yes, I do. Because we were created differently. We have different strengths and weaknesses (physically, emotionally, mentally). Because God designed it that way. IT. IS. GOOD.

I still believe I can try. I told my dad I wanted to write a book, he thought that was fantastic and immediately started working on a plan with me. I told my husband I wanted to get re-certified as a personal trainer, he thought that was fantastic and encouraged me to do so. He also encouraged me to look at master’s degrees, so I can fulfill my ultimate dream of being a counselor.

People that tell you, you can’t, are NOT people you need in your life. People that are not encouragers of you and your dreams, are NOT people you need in your life.

Look for people that will cheer you on. Look for people that will push you. Look for people that will come alongside you and work with you. Then grow with them.


At the end of 2015 I came across a blog post about picking “one little word” to focus on for the year. Last year I had two, strong and courageous, you might actually call that three… This year, I have two. Again. Because apparently I can’t follow the rules. 😉

At the beginning of December I saw the word “surrender” and I knew that that was my word. Since January 1st I have been forced to recognize just how much of my life I have not surrendered to God, how on a daily basis I struggle, in some areas I have been able to move forward a bit, but for the most part I struggle…maybe that should have been my word.

My husband got some stressful results from some blood work he had done, he was running around doing life with pneumonia and not being able to breathe (he has really bad asthma) and that opened my eyes to how much I struggle with surrendering fear. Fear of watching my husband die slowly from a horrifying disease, he is having more blood tests done in a couple of weeks, now that he is finally done with pneumonia and antibiotics. That showed me how much I struggle with letting go of the notion that I might have some control over my life or my husband’s, or our kids…I cannot stop my husband from dying, I cannot heal him, I cannot take any of it away from him. (Just so we are clear, nothing has been confirmed, more tests are being run!) But, I have no control over the genetic mutations he was born with!

Jesus tells us that we are to seek Him first. In Matthew 6 He talks about food, drink and clothes and how God knows what we need before we need it. We are to seek Him first. His righteousness. His kingdom. FIRST.

Just a few chapters later (Matthew 10:38-39), Jesus talks to us about taking up our cross and losing our life for His sake. These two, very small, sections of Scripture are like a big slap in the face to my fear. To my worry. To my plans. To MY                , whatever you want to put in there. I do not own my life; I make choices, hopefully, as a reflection of my love for God and desire to have Him first in everything. There are consequences to my choices, both positive and negative, there will always be consequences. This is not necessarily a bad thing.


He, “gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.” 2 Timothy 1:7. Because of this I am purposefully working on surrendering my fear, my control, my marriage, my role as mom, wife, friend, daughter, sister, auntie. I am surrendering my life to my God because He loves me. Because His best for my life is far beyond anything that I could ever have hoped for. His love for my husband, my children and myself is bigger than I could imagine.

Because my God is good. He has chosen me and has called me to put on as His chosen one, “holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.” Colossians 3:12-14 (emphasis added).

<He LOVES you too!! He created you for a beautiful purpose. He chose you.>

Does that not sound like someone you would love to be around? Someone who you would love to be? Today, will you join me in surrendering yourself? Asking God to help you put on all of those things listed above. That we would put on His love. His humility. His kindness. His compassion. Let the person He created us to be SHINE.

Verse 15 says, “Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts.” (emphasis mine). Let His peace rule. Let Him rule.