Tag Archives: Family

Lyrics

I recently heard when trying to write a song, you write a very descriptive scene or memory. Every moment and emotion captured.

Meeting My Now Husband.

…

This girl I see looking back at me,

Just wants to meet the man,

That God made for her to understand.

I do my hair,

I glance another stare.

If he doesn’t like me,

I’m done searching this sea.

Instead I travel the distance,

I go the mile,

Wondering if he will smile.

No confidence, no pride;

Trying to take all the past rejections in stride.

.

-Chorus-

I hope and care,

But should I dare?

Will he truly care?

Is he the one for me?

Will I ever be happy?

All I want is love that is true,

Please God! Let him be my something new!

.

My eyes cast down,

Why do I frown?

My fear is tenfold,

What if he treats me cold?

Few minutes early,

Inside I scurry.

Will he like what he sees?

Or will he just leave?

My phone blares into the still air,

The screen glows and shows.

He is here.

He’s outside! He’s waiting.

I walked right by him and he’s staying.

I step outside into the bright sunshine.

There he stands before me,

Truly handsome as can be.

.

-chorus-

I might just dare,

To hope and care.

He stares at me,

With smiles and curiosity.

God can I understand,

That he is the man in Your plan?

In this moment I’m happy,

Can this feeling be true?

Has love approached me through someone new?

.

No lies or deception,

He must be the exception.

His voice engulfs and embraces,

Not usually the cases.

Hours pass, but still he stays with me.

Can I believe he is the one to my future we?

Sun has fallen,

Homeward bound is callin’,

He offers a ride,

God reassures me no need to hide.

He so genuine and kind;

Already seems to read my mind.

This man takes the lead,

Planting a love seed.

At my door we stop,

Worried that this bubble of love might pop,

What should I do?

A kiss is too much, but a hug might just be too new.

Silence lingers between us two.

He takes control!

Side hug for the win in this strange ending pull.

.

-chorus-

No longer a dare,

More of a confirming pair.

My smile just beams,

Excited for the rushing love streams.

This is the man,

That God had planned.

Love that is true,

Comes right on cue.

My love story is starting new.

…

I don’t know if this could actually become an actual song, but that worked so well. Breaking down a story does wonders. Even if it’s just a poem. It was way easier for me to write about a real memory. I used my true emotions I felt in that moment. Probably why it flowed so easily.

This was a lot of fun. I’ll definitely do this again.

.-.-.-.

What some people don’t know, is I always thought about becoming a singer. I loved and still love to sing. I had thoughts about going through this with a singing coach. And actually pursing this idea. It occasionally would creep into my life through the years. But sadly I was discouraged or mocked.

An early memory I have is when I was maybe nine or ten years old. A child. Someone who should be confident and not self conscious yet. I think I was in the backyard of my childhood house. And I was just singing. Singing songs I loved. Just having fun singing. And my dad I guess heard me and said something like, “Maybe you should just focus on swimming. Something you are actually good at. Something that can give you a future. Let’s stop now so that the neighbors don’t have to listen.” Harsh. So harsh. I wasn’t belting or anything, I was just quietly singing to myself we while playing outside. My Dad has always been cruel with his words. But at the time I listened, mostly because I was more embarrassed. Now I realize that if I had, had a different hobby other than swimming I might have ruined his pride plan. He took great pride in my swimming abilities.

Another time, I remember when I was maybe thirteen. I wrote a song (I don’t remember any of it. But I was singing in my grandparents house. I have never been, but definitely I was not confident enough back then to sing in front of anyone. So I was just messing around trying to discover my sound. And my uncle came into the room suddenly saying something like, “hopefully you are not thinking about pursuing this. You sound awful,” and he fully laughed at me. Like full on mocking. It hurt me so much and made me extra self conscious. Even more so than I already was.

There were other small times too. Singing my heart in church and maybe missing a note and being gawked at. Singing obviously badly in the car, and I think my sister thought I sang like that normally, because she would always take the singing chances and tell me she was doing it for me. Trying to play a Christmas song while singing and my younger brother laughing at me.

I must say, for the times with my siblings, I don’t think they meant to be come off mean. I think my sister truly thought she was protecting me, because she knew I was so shy. And I think my brother was just at the age where he must make fun of sister. Programming of a teenage brother.

And I don’t know if I could have sang. Because of the embarrassing past memories and discouraging moments. I don’t know if I could have sung publicly.

Like even now. I can’t sing in front of people. Like I would love to sing in church. Or sing in the car with my family. But I think I terrifies me. My kids hear me sing, my husband occasionally, but not fully. I think the only person I have ever sung in front of was my older brother. I think I was sixteen. I remember he was playing Desperado by the Eagles on the piano and I sang along with him. There was no judgement, only encouragement. It was really nice, but now thinking about it, I was probably still holding back. But that’s a good memory.

I think I could do it if I could be anonymous. Like wear a mask or something. Or not face the camera. I think I could do that.

All to say. Don’t be discouraged. If people you know are awful and cruel, and say awful and cruel things to you, ignore them. And if you want to pursue something go for it. Living in a state of wonder or regrets will always make you wonder “what if?”

On that note…

Have a wonderful Thursday ❤️

Digital Art By: emily2jane
“Side Hug“
09-39-2026

Saving

What’s one thing you wish you had started doing earlier in life?

I know it’s not great to look back into your life and wish you could’ve done things differently. It just makes you frustrated. But I’ll think of it as things to teach my kids so that they start out better.

But saving. I wish I had started saving money earlier. I started working when I was thirteen. It wasn’t a crazy amount of money, but I never had savings. If I had started at that time, saving half and spending half I would have been better off. Because let’s be honest a kid wants to spend money. This money was my fun money. If I wanted to go see a movie, buy a movie, buy extra clothes, etc. Self explanatory; anything extra.

Thinking back, it wasn’t a huge amount of money back then. I only worked Wednesday and Friday. But still.

When I was eighteen/nineteen I also didn’t save. All my money went to food, clothes, or dvds. Instead of bringing a lunch I would buy lunch at school. I was constantly eating out on my off days. Almost every Friday I was going shopping for clothes. I didn’t have a life. I did school, swam, and shopped. But again I never had savings.

I think it was halfway through my nineteenth year that my mom suggested I start saving. Starting late is better than never starting. I wished I had saved more. Because the action of saving, kickstarted my need and desire to save. Maybe just having savings.

Because these last few years we haven’t been able to save. We’ve made some bad purchases. $500 there, $1k here. Not huge amounts of money, but still we could have just saved it instead.

So I’ve started a new saving way. Each week we take out $20 and I’m hiding it away. I only started this five weeks ago. But my thought process is we will have a large amount of money by Christmas time. So it won’t be a sudden “ouch”. It will be an “okay, this is not too bad”. Because we have a birthday before Christmas, Christmas, and a birthday after Christmas. So December is an expensive month. So if we have $340 dollars set aside it won’t be so difficult to buy gifts.

Just an easy way to save. If you do the $20 for 52 weeks that’s $1040. So by Christmas time we would have a large chunk ready. depending on your paychecks you can decide to set aside more. But at least do $20. Like if you start out doing $50. And then in June you want to go on a trip, switch to $20 a week. Then September comes and you can save more, you set aside $50 again. And then when it becomes November you discover a perfect gift so you set aside $75 a week until December’s third week. That is =$2300 roughly. Having $2300 set aside already makes all holiday expenses easier.

Sorry. Didn’t mean to rant. Just I feel better when I have savings.

So save. No matter the age. Whether you are an adult or teenager. Save! And you can do it in a bank account instead. Make a savings account that you don’t look at, just start setting aside money each week. Even if all you can save is $15. It’s still something. Something is more than nothing.

Have a Fun Friday!!

Word Of The Day 09-12-26 Minimalist

Synonyms: simple, unadorned, spartan, spare, unfussy, stark, etc.

…

The stand guard,

In the yard.

Anything that dares to come in,

Will die for their sun.

No extra care needed,

They won’t get heated.

They just go about their day,

Maybe munching on hay.

You may not see them,

They are a true gem.

If you listen, you will hear,

That loud hee-ha in your ear.

The donkey is near!

…

I really wanted to write about an animal when I first read the word of the day. Minimalist. I didn’t really use the word, but it was my inspiration.

To me donkeys are so low maintenance. When we eventually get some land, we are getting a donkey. They take less work than a dog or geese. And geese are mean. But the donkey is a good alarm, but also they will trample animals that dare to trespass. So I want one.

I don’t know its name yet. But when we eventually get one I’ll know its name.

Haha!

My husband’s suggestion today for the word minimalist was, survival and death. Or his second suggestion was stupidity…I think he’s in a grumpy mood. He just had surgery and he is not recovering as fast as he wanted to. But I decided to not go with his idea. I wanted a more positive topic today.

Have a great Saturday!! Fall is here!! 🍁 Pumpkin foods are soon approaching.

Short Story #21

Jane

“Yeah. I feel like there might already be a child out there with that sales clerk. The wife wants a fifth child. So technically I’ve already reached that number right?” Laughter bellowed out the bar doors.

I stood there. Hand on handle. ‘So everything had been a lie? From the beginning? My deal breaker at the beginning of our relationship was I wanted us both to be a virgin. I never wanted to worry if my husband was thinking about someone else. Or would start to compare me to his first.” He assured me I was his first. And of course he was mine. Now it all comes to light. I wasn’t his first. There had been someone else. Was me wanting our family to have one more child really cause for mentioning someone I thought didn’t exist. Especially tonight, he was in talking to our friend group. We had asked them out to dinner. Because I wanted to share our, what I thought was happy news; I was pregnant with our fifth child.

I just found out this morning. I wanted to surprise Jasper with everyone but I couldn’t keep it a surprise. I blurted it out at breakfast. “I’m pregnant!!” Now I understand why I couldn’t really figure out his expression. He was shocked, happy, but something else, that at the time I didn’t know. It was disappointment. He was happy we were pregnant, but he had also wished for it not to happen. After our last daughter was born I asked if we could try for one more; so that we could try to give our son a brother. My husband at the time agreed to it willingly. And joked that he would try his best to make a boy, but that nothing could be chosen. I didn’t force it on him, I didn’t hang it over his head. I thought we both wanted it. I yanked open the door, I should find out what’s going on with him.

“Yeah. She was hot. I actually am following her again. Let me pull up her profile so you can see what I had early on!” He, without any remorse pulled his phone from his pocket and started scrolling.

I was now standing just inside the entrance. But their table was maybe fifteen feet away from where I stood. So I heard and saw it all. I heard his aroused tone, and saw his face. My heart twisted in a new way, hurt in such a way I had never known. He still looked at me that way. All these years. He still looked at me with desire and pleasure. How could he make that face for a woman he only sees online. He looked at me that way just before our baby was conceived. Had he been thinking about her?

‘No! Now the thoughts are happening. This is what I didn’t want. This is why being a virgin was so important to me. That I wouldn’t wonder if he settled for me back then, and every time he thought of her…’ That thought hurt more than anything. Did he ever love me? Was I just what he could get? Did he ever want our kids? Did he ever want me?…

“Jane! There you are!” My friend Gloria called out to me.

I wasn’t going to stay. I waved at Gloria. At the rest of the table. I started to back away.

Gloria rushed up to me, “Hey sweetie. It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here. What do you want to do?”

“I want to leave. I don’t want to be here anymore,” I glance at him. He was still glued to his screen. Almost drooling. It was a disgusting sight. “Please. I don’t want to see him.” I started to turn back to the door.

“Alright baby. Let’s go! Ladies! We are leaving if you want to come with us to my house.” Gloria held me in her arms to escort me out of the restaurant. I was glad for her help, because I don’t know if I could have walked on my own. All of the women at the table got up from their seats and made a mad dash to the door. A few of the husbands that had still been sitting at the table, instead of gawking at Jasper’s phone; they too stood to leave the restaurant.

I glanced over once again through the glass door showing my lustful husband; panting as he looked at her photos. My heart crumbled.

Jasper

“Dude? Dude!? Jasper!?” Marlene’s husband who had stayed at the table to chew Jasper out.

“What!?!” Jasper finally looked up from his phone. The other husbands too looked up from the screen. “Wait? Where is everyone? Why is it only you Jacobs?”

“Because you are…the worst of the worst. We are in public, or you would not be getting this treatment. Are you really enjoying looking at another woman that much? Really? Did you not think about how your wife would feel if she knew what you were doing?”

“What are you talking about, man? I showed her picture once, then after looking at her again I realized Jane is way hotter. That I’ve been stupid these last few days. I don’t know what made me even think of her. Probably one of those demons we just learned about in church, that their mission is to ruin marriages. As soon as I deleted her profile I asked God to cast the demon out. I feel better than I have these past five days. I’m here to tell you! Don’t let that kind of demon inside of you, they really do hit you hard and make you become a…butt of yourself. Public.” Jasper sat down at the table with the rest of the husbands. “We’ve been looking at the different foods they serve here. I’m starved and I thought this would help keep my hunger at bay. Why?”

Jacob was stunned by Jasper’s recant of what really happened. Here he had thought the worst of him. He was about to put him through the wringer. Jane… “Dude. You need to go find your wife. She heard you. She heard everything. She was here. That’s why everyone else is gone. They heard you too. They misunderstood just like I did. But dude. Jane looked broken. She looked…” Jacob whipped out his phone. Texting his wife Marlene to let her know the true story. “What are you still sitting there for? Go!”

“She heard me,” Jasper smashed his face into his hands. “She heard me?! What exactly did she hear?! Be specific!”

“All of it. She was just at the entrance door when you mentioned thinking you had a kid with that woman. Marlene knew Jane had heard, just based on her expression. Then she came inside, and heard you say that the other woman was hot, that you are following her, and if anyone wanted to see her pictures. They left pretty much after that. But dude. You did look possessed. At least when you went to look at her pictures. You looked hungry for it. If you had not said you felt possessed, I would have described you as such. But dude, you need to go explain to her. I’m guessing she thinks you have been cheating a while now. Or even…”

“Even the whole time,” Jasper said between his fingers. “At the beginning of our relationship; Jane told me it was important to her for us to be both virgins. That she didn’t want to be constantly worried that I was comparing her or thinking about someone else. She told me it was a deal breaker. But instead of telling the truth, and possibly losing her…I lied. I said I was a virgin even though I wasn’t. I slept with that other woman once. Once in college; long before I met Jane. It didn’t mean anything. I was stupid and wasted. I don’t remember anything. All my years with Jane have been brand new to me. I didn’t know you could love someone so much. I should have been honest. I just loved her already; I didn’t want to miss out on a wonderful life with a wonderful woman like Jane, because of a stupid mistake.”

“Then why did you even say what you did today? If you love her as much as you say you do; you would have known that your words would hurt her. Then why?”

“I don’t know why…maybe I’ve been nervous to be a dad again. Our four children are already a handful. But I love all our kids. And I love that they all came from Jane. I really have no explanation for my actions this past week.”

“What caused you to follow her initially?” Samuel had chimed in after sending a very quick text to his wife.

All three extra husbands sent out texts explaining what had happened. That they really had been drooling over food pictures. Not that they too were looking at other women, but as you can expect no one texted back. Except Marlene, but she said unless he came in person it was no use.

“I wanted to get Jane an excellent gift for being a mom again. I had asked my coworkers what they did, when they truly wanted to surprise their loved ones with a gift. A few men said they look through their wife’s instagram profile. So I tried that. I’ve never been on that sight. I had to download the app and everything, man that was a pistol. But it was really helpful. My wife had everything on there. All of her wishes for ease with our next child. It was amazing! I also had the thought it might be useful to keep this so that if our kids get it I can keep an eye on them. But then there on the list of friend suggestions she was. I don’t know why I even clicked on her. I don’t know what drew me to her. But then I went down the rabbit hole. And man! When you introduce spiraling to your life; you go down hard. These last few days I’ve been glued to my phone. I never messaged her, I just looked at pictures. I didn’t do anything either; I just looked. I think the Holy Spirt in me kept the demon from going farther. Which I am so thankful for, if I had acted on anything; I would never forgive myself. But Jacobs..” Jasper rose from his chair, walked over to a standing Jacob, and grabbed his shoulders, “can I save it?”

“I really don’t know. But Marlene says nothing is going to be heard unless you go apologize to Jane in person. That Jane has locked herself in the bathroom with the water running. That Marlene can hear her sobbing. Dude, you better go before she shuts you out completely.”

That was all Jasper needed; he left to find his wife.

Jane

I finally turned off the water. I forgot that I wasn’t in my own home. I’d give Gloria some money to help cover the water bill. But was that really important at this moment. No. My husband hasn’t loved me at all. Not honestly. But he has… Marlene had told me, through the door, that it was not as bad. That Jasper had only cheated mentally, but only for the last week. Nothing else. That her husband Jacob had told me about feeling possessed, and that he had switched to food a second after he looked at the woman’s picture once more. But did any of that matter? No. He has lied to me from the very beginning. He lied to me…tears were starting to well up again. But what was I going to do…I had never had a thought of divorcing Jasper. That in church we had recently learned that divorce should never be brought up in a fight or be an option. That you should try everything possible first. Counseling? That’s an option. But would I be able to forgive him? This was why I wanted…”

“Jane! Honey. Opened the door!” Jasper was banging on the bathroom door. “Answer me please! At least unlock the door. You are pregnant with our baby! Please, at least unlock the door, so that I can help if you need me. Please!”

‘Jasper!’ My heart reacted before my brain could stop me. I wanted to hug him, but I stopped. Not that I didn’t want to forgive him, but that I needed to know from him personally that he was sorry. “I’ll unlock it,” my voice croaked out, “but you can’t come in.” I whined as I got up from the ground.

“Are you okay? I won’t come in. I’ll send Marlene in if you need help. But please be safe!”

“No. I’m fine. But no coming in.” I unlocked the bathroom door. I wanted to fling the door open to him. But his face from earlier. His words. He wanted that woman. How was I supposed to move past this? This is everything I worried about. This lie made my heart crumble, and I don’t know if he could tape it back together. We are bringing a life into the world. We have our other four little ones. We have had an amazing life together. But can I…?”

“I won’t come in. I promise. I also promise Jane that I’m so sorry. It all started out innocently. I went on instagram to buy you all your wish items. The demon must have latched onto me the moment I saw her profile; and I’m ashamed to say that I clicked on it. I’m so disgusted with myself. But the lustful demon had weaseled itself around me after that. I’m not excusing my actions. But I want you to know, it’s only been these last five days and I’ve only had thoughts; I swear to you! Nothing more happened. Please. Can we do counseling, and find a group to work through this. I’ll do anything! I just don’t want to lose you. I’m sorry I lied at the beginning. I should have told you the truth. That I was lost at that point in my life, I was wasted, that she meant nothing to me. That I had forgotten about her until you told me your deal breaker. That I wasn’t a virgin when we met; but that I already was totally in love with you and I was terrified I would lose you. Jane I’m so sorry. Please forgive me!” Jasper was just outside the door.

I loved him. I still did, I’m still hurt. And angry, but I knew I still loved him. I’m so thankful that God was looking out for him. That he had not gone farther. Farther would have been hard to forgive. Coincidentally enough we just learned in church last week that it’s possible to forgive, but hard and long.

But I love him…

I stood by the door. I could hear Jasper quietly sobbing outside the door. The door was the only divider.

I love him…

I cracked the door open and looked at the man that had hurt me. He was right beside the door, leaning against the wall with his forearm over his eyes. I could see the tears spilling down his face.

I loved him. Even with the hurt. I loved him.

I gradually inched out of the bathroom. I faced him. ‘What do I do? What will I say? What will he say?’ I softly touch his elbow.

He jumped at my touch. He fell to the floor startled.

Before I knew what was happening, he was embracing me. He was cradling my head in his hand. He was still silently crying into my shoulder. But his arms told me he wasn’t letting go.

“Jasper. Jasper. Jasper!” I pushed away from his embrace.

He had let me go, but his hands were reaching out to me still. Not knowing what to do with them, when empty. His hands dropped to his side and his head fell, “I’m so sorry Jane. Please forgive me. Let’s do counseling, a life group, anything. I willing to do anything to gain your trust back.”

The man I loved and love stood before me as someone who I had never seen. A broken man. Not confident. Vulnerable. Fearing.

I walked to him and hugged him. His arms were still at his sides, but this was a reassurance hug for him. “I’ve not forgiven you yet, and it will take a while for my heart to heal and try to trust you again. But I’m willing to work with you to solve this problem. I,” I hesitated a second, “I love you, Jasper. But it’s going to take time to heal.” His crying had turned to shudders, so I pulled away from him.

But Jasper clasped my arms and pulled me back into a hug. He was shaking; worried that I was leaving again.

I didn’t say anything. Instead I just stood in his arms.

This road to recovery will be hard and long. But I’m going to do it. For the sake of my marriage, my kids, and this new beautiful life we are bringing into the world.

The End

Finished Another!

“Blossoms”
Painted By: emily2jane
20×24”
09-1-26

I just finished another painting! And I actually have found a gallery that is willing to sell some of my smaller paintings. I’ll keep searching for a gallery that will accept larger scaled paintings.

So excited! I was talking with my husband about this, and he said I’ve been trying to get my paintings in a gallery for the last 10 years, but life kept happening. Being pregnant, moving, pregnant, moving, pregnant, moving, etc. Haha! Do you see a pattern?? But finally a dream of mine for the last twenty years, but truly ten years is finally being realized!

If you can’t tell I’m excited!

Have a great Friday!

1st day of my new painting.

Started another painting. Did the mapping out yesterday…I’ll post it when it is finished. I’m excited for this one too!

Online

How did you meet your significant other?

It’s pretty amazing if you think about it.

My now husband and I probably crossed paths throughout our lives. But never actually met.

We were both apart of the same swimming world. We actually went to several swim meets at the same time. We probably stood in the same space, because we swam the same events. So I would swim first, and he would be waiting his turn to swim. But never intersected. But to his defense, when I was behind the blocks I wasn’t focusing on anything but my race; and after the race I was dead. Haha!

Another, is his older sister was friends with one of my teammates. So he would often go over to her house. But I wasn’t friends with that teammate. She was four years older than me, and we didn’t get along well. But that teammate live a few blocks from my grandparents house.

My husband worked around the block from my mom’s house. So he drove by my mom’s house everyday. He actually had told me that he saw a strange girl painting a front window of a house. Me! He was also amazed at how much my mom’s front yard was changing, and wonder who the work was being done by. ME! Haha. But never met.

Then another was that, my now husband, grew up in a house up the street from my cousin. The year before meeting my husband, I would drive my brother out to that cousin’s home. I could see my husband’s childhood house from the driveway of my cousin’s home. It was that close! But never met.

So I went online to find someone. You had to be outgoing, back then. Meet someone in a social setting, and I preferred not social. Also I my friends, at the time, didn’t share the same values. The few times I spent time with them…I felt uncomfortable or conflicted with their behavior while being a Christian. My life consisted of family, art, work, church. So online was my only option.

I’ve written so many times about meeting my husband. I searched for him for a long time. My first date with him, was the last time I ever wanted to go on a first date. I was finished after that date. To get invested and to meet and be lied to, time and time again gets rid of the desire to meet someone.

But he wasn’t a lie. He looked just like his picture. Handsome. So handsome. Dressed the way I liked. He was the opposite of me. He was confident. Talkative. Enthusiastic about his life. I don’t know how to describe it, but I knew he was the one. Probably God telling me. On so many other dates, I got the feeling of “no, not this one.” But my husband I knew instantly. Actually after my first date with him, I told my mom he was the one. Nd turns out he called and told his buddy that he had met the one. ❤️

I didn’t think I had a type back then, but my husband is my only type. Like if someone was to ask me I would confidently say, “my husband!” A man who loves me unconditionally. A man who loves me even with all my faults. A man who is an amazing dad; you can see it in my kids faces that they love him. A man who is so very handsome, and still is. A man who loves God; and chooses the right path for us, so that we can have a better relationship with God. My husband is my type. Love him! ❤️

Love you Mister!! 💕

Digital Art
By: emily2jane
08-30-26

Be Brave!

If your future self could send you one sentence, what do you hope it would say?

Be brave; be proud of who you are, and understand you don’t need other’s approval.

I know it’s a few sentences, but I wish I had knew this throughout my life.

Like in elementary school. When my first group of friends were the bullies of the school. I didn’t know that when I became their friends, because I was always swimming whenever there were social things to do.

But looking back now, I’m sure I knew subconsciously at the time. But I wasn’t confident enough in myself that I would find friends that would want me. I’m happy to say though that I stopped being their friends when they told me to bully someone else. Umm…no… I’m not one to make anyone an outsider; I like including everyone.

But I wish I had been braver to stand up and tell them they were wrong and that they should try and be better people. So first part: be brave.

In my teenage years, I was proud of who I was. I was a Christian trying to be strong in my faith, being around unbelievers. As a parent now, man that was rough. Trying to figure yourself out; and constantly being drowned by others trying to make you do wrong. It was tough. Really tough.

I wish I could have told myself to be strong. Be proud of who you are. Be proud to be a Christian. Be an example to those that might have needed one.

The other issue was that there was a girl who portrayed herself as a Christian. (And she might have been, but maybe was lost at the time) but her actions and lifestyle choices would suggest otherwise. And me wanting to be a proud Christian didn’t want to be put into the same category as her. Into the category of I’m using my faith to appear innocent and unattainable to guys, but date around. I didn’t want my faith to be tainted. But I wish I had been stronger. To stand tall and proud in my faith. No matter what. So second part: be proud.

My adult years. I wish I had known that I don’t need approval of others. Not always, but usually the people who need to anoint their approval on you, are not the people that you need in your life. That if you don’t do everything right and everything they say; that you will not be approved and you will probably be shunned.

I’ve had several people like this through my life. That I wish I could have told myself that you are great the way you are, and you don’t need their approval. I’ve recently come to grips with this, after my most recent encounter with someone. But now, my life is better! I don’t stress over acceptance. I don’t nitpick all my actions. I don’t be selective in my ideas. I am just me, and I’m assertive of who I am now. I’m pretty much at the point of, “this is me; if you don’t approve, then we will agree to disagree.” Life is only so long. I’m going to start filling my life with people who will help me thrive and grow. Especially in my faith. I want to surround myself with other Christians, and drench my kids in people who love the Lord. So that they grow up the way I hope they will.

That they will be brave. Be brave to do what is right, even if they are the only ones doing it.

Be proud. I want them to love the Lord. I want them to desire to know Him more. I hope they will be rich in God’s love. But also to be proud to be seen as a God fearing, loving person. That their actions show, even if they don’t speak.

And live knowing you don’t need and won’t get everyone’s approval. And that is perfectly fine. There really are only a few people in life you need to approve of you. God. As my kids keep telling me, they love Him most! My husband. I always want my husband’s approval. My mom. Yes, even if we don’t agree on some things I will still want my mom’s approval in my life. I ask her questions often, especially now as I’m diving into the Bible more. My kids. Not so much their approval, but I want them to respect me. That I can be a good role model for them. And maybe another is, if you’re lucky, your pastor. Some people can have a relationship with their pastor. Our church is probably too big. I’m just at least hoping to make some friends, who also love God.

I know being friends with non believers is good. It is good to be an example to them, to show that that everyone makes mistakes. Everyone struggles. Everyone sins. But the difference is we Christians get back up, ask for forgiveness, and try to live right again.

So after all that. I wish I could tell myself, Be brave! Be proud of who you are. And you don’t need other’s approval.

Even if I didn’t have this knowledge back then, I have kids now…

Again A Few…Or A Lot!

What’s a song lyric that has stuck with you forever?

“It is well with my soul,” -It Is Well With My Soul by Phillip Paul Bliss

“I’m done with the scrolling, Lord I’m looking up to you.” -Looking Up by Biblewithlife

“Stand by me, oh darlin darling!…STAND!…” -Stand By Me by Ben E King

“Victory in Jesus, my Savior forever!” -Victory In Jesus by Testament of Steel

“To the things I believe in; my faith, your love, our freedom.” -I Hold On by Dierks Bentley

“Jesus and my coffee, that’s all I need to start my day!” -Jesus and My Coffee By Solomon Ray

“Be brave, stand up for freedom, stand for truth. Don’t be afraid, you have a voice you can use,” Brave by Danny Gokey

“Crazy people, trust in Jesus!” -Crazy People by Casting Crowns

“Each time I find myself, flat in my face; I pick myself up, and get back in the race,” That’s Life by Frank Sinatra

“It’s not unusual to find out I’m in love with you.
Whoa-whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
Whoa-whoa, oh-ohh
Whoa-whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh, whoa
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa.” -It’s Not Unusual by Tom Jones

“I know you don′t believe it, But I said it and I still mean it. When you heard what I told you, when you get worried I’ll be your soilder.” -Soilder by Gavin DeGraw

“Here’s my broken pieces, all my incompleteness. Take this shattered heart and make a work of art,” Stained Glass Window by Cochren & Co

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m doing this for my kids…DANCE MODE!” -Dance Mode by Bluey, Joff Bush

“There is power, in the name of Jesus!” There Is Power by Lincoln Brewster

“Gods not dead, he’s surely alive! He’s living on the inside, roaring like a lion.” God’s Not Dead by Newsboys

“She’s her daddy’s girl, her mamas world. She deserves respect, that’s what she’ll get, now anit it son.” -Cleaning This Gun by Rodney Atkins

I know there are more, but I think you get the jest of what means the most to me. Music is a big part of my life. And what I listen to matters to me. It needs to be a good message, but also a good message for my kids.

This has been a thought a few times.

If you had to change your name, what would your new name be?

So actually before I knew where my name came from, I thought about wanting my name to be changed.

I had thought about keeping the Emily but changing my middle to Elizabeth. Because I used to love Clifford.

Then for a bit I wanted my initials to be DW. I didn’t care what my name would be. But that show Arthur was my favorite, and I of course I gravitated towards the sister DW. I’m amazed my older brother still likes me after those years. Haha!

Then in elementary school I wanted to have the name Samantha so that I could match my friend’s name. We could be Samantha twins. Instead I’ve given my daughter this name. funny how things come full circle.

In high school I liked my name. But I wanted a new last name. I had even thought about changing my last name to my mom’s maiden name. But then at some point I decided to see my last name as my brothers’ name.

Then pretty much the rest of my teenage years I dreamed about finding my Mr. Right. And I actually looked up men last names and wondered what my name would be.

In my twenties, I met my husband. My only true name change. And I’m so happy I kept everything the same. My mom chose my name because she liked it. And I could never be anyone, but who I am.

Love you mama ❤️

Enjoy your Sunday!

Three days until my husband comes home!! The kiddos and I have been counting down the days.

The cover photo is of my newer daughter. She likes to have capes. Her siblings don’t know yet, but she is the boss. Haha!

What does it mean?

Describe your dream chocolate bar.

Honestly when I read this my first thought was “oh! A bar that specializes in chocolate. So everything is chocolate inspired on tap.” Now that would be amazing!!

Like you could go in and order a chocolate sundae, with hot fudge and Oreo crumbles.

Or you could order wafer cookies and dip them in chocolate moose.

Or just get the creamy hot coco on tap.

Or…you get me…

Actually it’s a pretty good idea. It would make bank. Because when women need chocolate, they need chocolate!

I can even see it in my mind. I would make it be moody. I would paint it like a moody library. So you could go sit in a nook and eat your indulgence in secret. Because I don’t know about all women; but since I have kids, I eat my chocolate in secret. In a corner. Alone.

But all to say. Everything would be made with the best ingredients. Coconut sugar, honey, or maple syrup. There are various allergies out there. I would use the good flour, unenriched. So that you could eat anything without the fear of puffing up or swelling. Because if a place like this became a thing, I would want to divulge in eating everything. EVERYTHING!! Haha!

But if this prompt meant an actual chocolate bar…

I guess I already make my favorite chocolate bar. It’s made with coconut sugar. It is all homemade. I use it for chocolate chips, pudding, etc. it’s more of a dark chocolate.

But I guess I would love to go to Europe and watch a chocolate master make milk chocolate. I’ve tried to look up different brands or recipes and the heating of the milk is a secret. I don’t want to use milk powder. I wouldn’t be able to eat it.

But I guess that’s my dream bar. Discovering how to make a milk chocolate bar from scratch.

But I like the Chocolate Bar idea more. Maybe call it Coco Bar. And….

I’m getting too invested in this idea.

Have a great Friday. Maybe have some chocolate…I know I will be.

I try to make up a few batches of chocolate. So I have it for whatever. I need to get more molds though…

I didn’t make this chocolate 100% correct. I didn’t have my blender to make powder sugar so I made it with normal coconut sugar. So it would be grainy. But I’m only going to use it for baking. Or melting.

Just incase some chocolate master sees this picture and is appalled at my chocolate. Haha!