FOR THE LOVE // A VALENTINES COUNTDOWN THAT DOESN’T CARE ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP STATUS

I know it isn’t quite february yet, but here’s your personal preparation 😉

self care goodness, intentional acts of kindness, valuing what’s really important, and eating discount chocolate… that’s what should really be happening on valentine’s, am I right?!

even as a married gal, I tend to get valentine’s overwhelm by the amount of romance I’m supposedly supposed to be generating for myself and my man. let’s keep it sweet & simple this year, with an epic countdown that doesn’t care if you’re married, blissfully engaged, new to a relationship, or cuddling with your ten kittens. 😀

so, for the love of all that’s sane & lovely… let’s rock this v-day with tons of generosity, kindness, and actions that make the world a better place.

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DAY 1 : buy coffee for the person behind you at starbucks.

DAY 2: treat yourself to some simple self-care (like painting your nails or taking a bubble bath).

DAY 3: don’t say anything negative on social media- only be encouraging.

DAY 4: take a friend out to lunch.

DAY 5: send your mom, sister, friend, or spouse a bouquet of flowers.

DAY 6: go out for your favorite dinner, and give the waitress or waiter a really awesome tip.

DAY 7: write small, encouraging or kind words on strips of pink & red paper, and leave them in public places for strangers to find ❤

DAY 8: make a mini poster of all your favorite verses & quotes about love on a piece of computer or construction paper.

DAY 9: buy your favorite valentine’s candy and share with a friend or SO… or keep it to yourself 😉

DAY 10: watch a cheesy chick flick & play this themed bingo game. add wine and cheese because yum.

DAY 11: meditate on the so not passive nature of Jesus-love. then go share the love!

DAY 12: throw a Galentine’s Day party for all your girls.

DAY 13: mail a hand-written letter to a friend or loved one.

DAY 14: treat yourself to your favorite coffee, wear your favorite outfit, and make a point to love each and every person you come into contact with today… including yourself. ❤

happy valentine’s, lovelies!!

much, much love
xoxo
moriah

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10 (MORE) NOT SO TINY TRUTHS

a long time ago, I wrote a blog post called “10 not so tiny truths”, and it is still one of my favorites. it’s chalk-full of small, easy-to-remember truths for the days where you just can’t, you know?

well a lot of you really seemed to find a sense of solidarity and hope in that post, and today when I woke up totally askew & feeling all off, I realized it might be time to not just remind myself of those sweet old truths, but bring to light some new ones that I want to always remember. 

to read the previous list of ten not so tiny truths, all you have to do is click here.


here are TEN (MORE) NOT SO TINY TRUTHS:

1) there is enough grace (or forgiveness, or hope, or love, or _______) for all of us, and you don’t have to fear it running out.

2) it’s okay to stop watering the dead things.

3) you have been called “good & blessed”.

4) Jesus doesn’t regret saving you.

5) if you feel abandoned by churches or spirituality or religion or just love in general, remember… God seeks what has been driven away. 

6) you are allowed to change.

7) truth often divides before it binds.

8) nothing is ever wasted on Jesus.

9) just because you are soft does not mean you are not a force- honey and wildfire are both the color of gold. // Victoria Erickson

10) mercy triumphs over judgement.

tuck these small & powerful truths into your heart. save the link. share the post. copy them into your journal. write them in sharpie on your arms. you do you, sister. 

but remember them well, and recall them when you are floundering in doubt, in fear, in shame, in loneliness, in insecurity, in forgetfulness, in depression, in the in-between.

remember them always, and repeat them to your heart and to the hearts of your sisters and brothers. breathe fresh air into these truths as you turn them over and over and manifest them in your life. 

I’ll be here with you… repeating, ruminating, manifesting.

xoxo

IOLA’S COZY BOHO NURSERY REVEAL

I’ll keep the words short & sweet on this post, because I want you to totally enjoy all the photos of our little Io’s nursery! ❤

we finally finished up her part of our bedroom, and I am just so in love with how sweet and cozy and homey it is. it makes my heart happy to see her little space, and anticipate how so soon, a little girl will be living in here with us!

cozy boho is a pretty good description of the feel of her nursery, I think. I wanted to create a space perfect for cuddling, with smart and beautiful storage, and a vibe that could both mesh with an adult bedroom while also growing with her (I think these pieces can all be easily transitioned to a big-girl room as she gets older!)

so come on in & cuddle up in Iola’s cozy boho nursery… shhh, baby’s sleeping 😉

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had to throw in a little bump picture because she’s gotten so big! (doctor estimates 7lb 3oz  & SUPER LONG at her due date!) so much for fearing having a teeny preemie! Continue reading “IOLA’S COZY BOHO NURSERY REVEAL”

LET’S ALL STOP USING “MENTALLY ILL” AS AN INSULT

yeeaahh… let’s all just agree to not do this, okay? 

for those of you who haven’t had to walk this road, please allow me to humbly explain to you why this phrase can really wound when used incorrectly. I know that as our friends & family, you care about those of us who have to battle monsters like anxiety, depression, or another disorder, and we want to communicate to you how we can all best live in harmony! sound good? good.

here’s the thing: some of us are mentally ill. it’s a fact of life. sometimes our brain chemicals just aren’t doing their job, and it leaves us in the dust trying to figure out which way is up! or perhaps it was a traumatic event in our past that has significantly screwed with our emotionally sanity. either way, our lives look a little different from other people’s. 

here’s thing #2: mental illness is exactly what it says it is… an illness. like cancer or arthritis, it’s a sickness that takes lots of time, care, and sometimes medication to begin to heal. and while some mental illnesses can cause things like outbursts, momentary lapses in judgement, and the like, it’s not something that makes people terrible human beings.


when the people we know say things like “ugh what a complete mentally ill moron”, those of us who actually are mentally ill, associate the two. we feel like you must think that mentally ill people are terrible, mean, and ignorant. or worse… that because we are mentally ill, we have no other destiny than to become wicked people who hurt others and cause strife

those are already some of our deepest fears. we’re already scared that we are doomed to become horrible human beings because our mental illness has somehow broken us beyond repair. these are all lies our brains are already assaulted with. these are already lies we are fighting off at every moment. we are constantly striving to be kind & genuine people, despite the fog of confusion that clouds our hearts & minds

people with mental illness may be unconventional, but our illness does not take away our inherent worth, or make us somehow less than, or doomed to a fate where we are brokenly breaking everyone around us.

we are capable of greatness & goodness. but we won’t rise to our height of possibility, unless you believe in us, unless you’ve got our backs, unless we know that you will stand up for us. we can do this… but only with your help! 

can we all agree to no longer use mental illness as an insult anymore?

awesome. I knew I could count on you. 😉

xoxo

PRAYERS FOR MARCHERS // FROM A JESUS FEMINIST

dear sisters:

wether you are marching peacefully on street corners with your brave signs, or standing in solidarity from your workplace where the glass ceiling is beginning to look a little cracked, or sitting solemnly with us from your rocking chair where you hush your little one… I am with you

I am your people.

I am on your side.

I am praying for you.


I’m praying for peace & safety- that these things would rule and be the megaphone through which our message is spoken. that the message won’t be twisted or miscommunicated by acts of violence or nonsensical foolishness. that you, and your sisters, and your children, and your friends will be safe. that your passion would fuel your peace, and not lead you astray into violence. that it will give you clarity of heart & mind, not blind you with hatred or unfocused anger. that this movement will be one of beauty and holy change, and not one of brute force and stubborn unfeeling… that is what we are fighting.

I’m praying for support- that those on the fence will rise up to support womankind (and in natural succession- humanity as a whole), that the police will protect the peaceful instead of having reason to fear our cause, that hope will rise with the increase of voices, that men will rally behind their women with deep conviction.

I’m praying for the men- that they’ll be secure & confident enough in their masculinity that they have no fear, no jealousy, no rival, no defensiveness in defending and standing for the women of the world. that they will recognize that a woman empowered empowers all of humanity- men and women alike. that they will feel pride and joy in the success and achievements of their female counterparts because the joy expressed & experienced by one part of humanity is joy for all of humanity. that they will proudly and unashamedly don the cap of feminism and be bold with their voices on the behalf of all of humanity.

I’m praying for the right priorities- that we will be fighting FOR things, not reacting AGAINST things. that we will be for love, for unity, for peace, for kindness, for hope, for change, for Jesus, for women, for minorities, for goodness, for HUMANS. that we won’t find our hope or passion in institutions, past wounds, or the hatred of one man… but that we will find it in compassion for our fellow humanity & big, controversial love for those overlooked and undervalued. 

stand firm in your feminism that is guided by love! be bold for what matters. your voice is yours for a reason.

I’m with you, sisters.

10 REALLY SHALLOW REASONS I’M EXCITED TO NOT BE PREGNANT

besides the obvious (and totally NOT shallow) reason of having my baby girl in my arms as opposed to my stomach, there are lots of reasons I’m super pumped to no longer be pregnant.

several of them aren’t shallow at all. being a family of three, getting to know this amazing little person, seeing my husband become a father…

and while I know that motherhood isn’t all sunshine and roses (I’ve seen the contents of a diaper, y’all), there’s so much good about it!

but today…? I’m celebrating the shallow & silly reasons why I’m excited for the next stage in this journey 😉

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TO THE SPICY, AND THE STEADY, AND THE SKEPTICAL // WE NEED ALL OF US

“never touch anything with half of your heart.” // unknown
that quote could easily be the banner over my life. because this girl is sick and tired of being told to half-heart things. to be fair, I have never been very good at it… sometimes to my detriment. I live fully alive. I am all-in or all-out. I knew I was going to marry my husband after our first date. I drop everything if someone needs me… and sometimes if they don’t. I am viciously loyal, even if the sentiment doesn’t go both ways. If you want me, you’ve got all of me. if you don’t, you’ve lost me.

my soul is spicy and expansive and always on full-throttle… honestly, most of the time it’s something I can’t even help and don’t even realize I’m doing. it simply is. and I have come to realize that there are others like me, other spicy and expansive full-throttle-ers, whose purpose in life is to make the world uncomfortable enough through our vibrant love and terrifying all-in-ness, that it will move mountains.

see (as much as we’d like to think otherwise) our spicy, vibrant hearts are perfectly suited & strengthened for the bearing of burdens and voicing of injustices, but aren’t always built to withstand the lifting of entire mountains. we cry out and call attention and walk alongside, but we need help to elevate a church, raise a nation, change a world. we are prophets and prophetesses, but we need the kings and the priests and the armies to rise up and take their perfectly suited place by our side. we cannot be all things- no one is all things except our Jesus. we are made to work in tandem; we are meant to function as a unified family.

in fact, I’ve come to realize there several kinds of us that make up the world- and each of us has a part to play that we will be absolutely held accountable for. we each have a desperate and grave responsibility in this fight for Jesus-like compassion, justice, equality, and basic human dignity. none of us are excused- we simply each need to find our place and our way to be the change… in the perfect and precise way our hearts and minds were made to do so.


so, to the spicy & all-in heart: keep crying out, keep bearing the burdens, keep advocating, keep standing in the gate and prophesying over dry bones and keep being the voice crying out in the desert to make straight the way of the Lord. do not give up when you are discouraged- I know you suffer from burnout and are tempted to wilt under discouragement and rejection, but don’t do it. this cause is too important. love matters too much. your role in this story is slowly & brilliantly taking effect with every stirred soul. you are the ones marching in the streets and posting on facebook and organizing rallies and speaking at conventions and vibrantly standing up for your affected friends & neighbors. you’re the emotional whirlwind that sweeps the world off its feet and teaches it to love again. we need you. Continue reading “TO THE SPICY, AND THE STEADY, AND THE SKEPTICAL // WE NEED ALL OF US”

UNICORNS, LLAMAS & HABITS OF A “BAD WIFE”

y’all, I’ve tried.

I’ve tried to be the magical unicorn of marital perfection. unfortunately, after several attempts at the trophy, I wound up more like the wifely version of a gimpy llama. meh. sorry, babe. (xoxo)

but for real… not all of us are unicorns. #amiright

especially this gal.

I’d like to think I’m a pro after 2 1/2 years of marriage *wink* (and honestly our relationship is a beautifully rock-solid & giddy part of my life), but… who am I kidding. mostly what I’ve learned through experience is like… REAL DIFFERENT from what I was told before we got married.

the things I’ve learned in this wonderfully messy hands-on experiment of loving another human being have been contrary to what I thought it would be, unique to what the majority of people told me it would be, and so much freakin’ better than anything I could have imagined.

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honestly, most of what I’ve learned through experience, in contrast to what I was informed by countless others that wifehood would be like… is how to be a bad wife.

the things I was told would be expected of me, the things I was told make up the DNA of a “good wife” (whatever that means)… well, I don’t seem to have most of those things. I don’t seem to have the attention to detail, the naturally submissive nature, the perfectly clean home, the desire to let myself disappear into a new role.

it seems that those of us women with strong personalities or deep passions or huge dreams or “other” than the average stereotypical wife are left out of the equation. it seems that, according to tradition & expectation, we’re doomed to be “bad” wives. I’ve seen really phenomenal women shut down because they’re too loud or too independent or too opinionated or too not-feminine or too unemotional or too spontaneous or too whatever-doesn’t-fit-our-perfect-model-of-wifelyness. and while all of our qualities have the potential to overrun us and define us in unhealthy ways, there is no personality trait that is inherently bad or in any way disqualifies a woman from being an outstanding human being… let alone a fantastic wife.

well, if that’s you, then firstly… you’re in good company, because we are all different, and the way we love our husbands SHOULD look different.
and secondly… here is your personal guide for how to be a bad wife. possibly the worst 😉

yup. here’s the proof of just how bad a wife I am.

Continue reading “UNICORNS, LLAMAS & HABITS OF A “BAD WIFE””

37 WEEKS PREGNANT // BUMPDATE

I can honestly say that I didn’t expect to be writing this post.

just 6 weeks ago we entered the hospital with my contractions less than 5 minutes apart to find I was at high-risk for pre-term labor, and were afraid we’d have a teeny preemie on our hands; in the 4-5 weeks that followed I was on a modified bed rest to make sure our Iola Grace stayed safely put until she was grown enough to be healthy out in the real world. (you can read the whole story here)

just before Christmas we were in the hospital yet again with more concerns, but (yet again), we were sent home and labor continued to hold off.

the pain has been excruciating. the emotional strain (and yeah even trauma) has been real. the heightened anxiety has been exhausting. and the contractions (now consistently every 10 minutes or less for the past few weeks) have been frustrating.

with each doctor appointment, my doctor expressed the doubt, but hope, that Io would stay put until the end of January. each appointment confirms that I am indeed getting closer to active labor by the day… but our little love has officially made it to term, which we never thought would happen, and we are both so happy & so impatient. (especially this mama who has been in early labor for 5+ weeks!!)

keep us in your prayers! mama is completely worn out and exhausted from the pain.
our girl Io is still looking perfect (as usual!), if a wee on the bit small side. ❤
dad is super ready to see his baby girl… and to have his other girl be less miserable. 😉

we’re a hot mess over here, but we are hanging on! this sweet little soul has been desperately waited upon & joyfully suffered for. we can’t wait to see her beautiful face…

happy 37 weeks of life, Io girl. we love you! 

YOU DON’T NEED MORE FAITH… THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE, ANYWAY

ever had someone tell you that you “just need to have more faith”?

aside from being kind of judgy & just plain unhelpful (that’s a blog post for an entirely different time), it’s biblically inaccurate and impossible. yeah, you did actually read that correctly. 😉 and there’s an overflowing amount of freedom that comes with no longer striving for this imaginary amount of faith you have to reach in order to no longer be deemed “less than” or “not enough” by humanity.

I mean, let’s take it back and actually look at scripture, okay?

“For I say, through the grace that was given me… think reasonably, as God has apportioned to each person a measure of faith.”
romans 12:3

did you catch that? yeah, you’ve already been given every ounce of faith you need, planted deep in your soul since the moment you said “yes” to healing. it’s already been measured out, and Divine Love didn’t shortchange you. I promise.

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you don’t need “more faith”, because Jesus doesn’t deprive us of what our souls need.
you don’t need “more faith”, because you weren’t haphazardly tossed together.
you don’t need “more faith”, because the power of grace didn’t run out before it got to you.
you don’t need “more faith”, because Divine Love doesn’t allow you to suffer meaninglessly.
you don’t need “more faith”, because He isn’t dangling it in front of your nose, then handing it to someone else. Continue reading “YOU DON’T NEED MORE FAITH… THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE, ANYWAY”