Never Forget

It is pretty much possible that all last week I lived in memory.

I reminisced on the days of old and had that little twinge of sad in my belly.

I don’t miss college, but this week, I missed the happy memories of it.

I spent my entire week helping my old social club perfect their Jamboree show. For those of you who don’t know what Jamboree is, let me help you.

DIY costumes, makeup, dance moves, cheers, acting, pop music, no sleep ever, girls AND boys wear make up, complete club bonding

Major competition, all for a trophy.

This year my sweet club did Aladdin, and y’all it was the CUTEST.





I got to see old friends who have gone on their way, but made it back for jamboree. We were able to catch up and LAUGH, LAUGH, LAUGH at the days when it was us doing all of this non-sense. Jamboree is the a place where friendships are created and bonds are formed. All those crazy alums that showed up this week were my sweet friends all because of that one season in our lives.




IMG_1718 Oh and did I mention that they won???!!!! 🙂


BUT, let me tell you, the moment that buy finast 5mg online captured me most was my coffee date with my three best friends.  The three girls who shared campus bedrooms and bathrooms, kitchens and ate yucky caf food with me.  They went to chapel with me, and squeezed through the doors of college curfew.  We would run across campus and pretend we were flying, and we loved when people stared with judgement in their eyes. We did jamboree together and even competed with one another.  They experienced my deepest pains and rejoiced with my wildest joys.  These girls, they were my people.  Today, life has changed us, naturally, but our memories hold us tight.



(btw, this is my favorite shot of Kay.  I accidentally snapped a picture, and there is her beautiful awkward smile lighting up the shot.)

also, the bride to be…

I didn’t have a big friend group in college like everyone else, but I had these girls. They were and still are my rock.

Our sweetest Abbey is getting married in October and so in the forty-five minutes we had to catch up before Jamboree 2015 began, we talked all things weddings, and laughed as Abbey chowed down on Taco Bell… nothing has changed.


We sat in a cold Coffee Hut that rests across the street from the Campus that brought us all together.  A few times I glanced across to see that tip of the business building and it made me thankful for that place.  I never thought I would have thankfulness within me for Faulkner, but I do. I thank Faulkner for these girls and the memories we have together.


Our lives have put us all over the map and pulled us in so many directions. But the memories we made are what never let us go. I love that life goes on.  There are days when it hurts to accept that phrase, but if life didn’t move on, we wouldn’t have the memories to remember.

I can’t wait for what else happens in this life. I want to keep remembering with all my people until we all sit at the feet of Jesus, and remember what He did for all of us.

I can see Him looking at all of us, with a smile on His face and saying, “I always remembered you.”

Never forget.

Be Known

This weekend we had a birthday celebration for one of ours.

My brother-in-law, Todd, turned 28 on the 28th. So fun, right? We made all of his favorite meals from growing up and listened to rock and roll.  Dad even did a little air guitar and reminisced on his glory days of a garage band he had in the early 70s.


Although he carries a different last name, he is one of our own.


We ate dinner, told stories, and belly laughed the whole time. We made birthday brownies and Todd blew out the candles.  Let’s be real here, even if you’re turning 90, every one needs candles to blow out on their birthday.

My husband got a gift for Todd, and to be completely honest, it was one that I was a little embarrassed to give.  It was an X-men arch-angel figurine… like seriously?  Cody, my husband, assured me that it was something that could be cool for Todd to get and be able to share with our newest nephew one day.



So I agreed and was a perfect wife in letting my husband purchase this gift. 🙂

The candles were blown out and present time was pursuing us.  So, Cody got up from the table and hands Todd his birthday gift in a crumpled up bag he found under the bed in my parents guest room… to say we were unprepared is an understatement.

Cody’s letter, written on an index card, said “I hope your 28th year gives you everything you ever wanted. Happy Birthday! Love, Cody and Laura.”

I felt my heart race, a little nervous at the reaction to such a silly gift. I mean what 28 year old wants an X-men figurine?

Todd opened the present and completely stopped. He wouldn’t look up, he wouldn’t speak, he just stared at his figurine in complete silence. The room was so silent that all I could hear was my heart beat, and every second of silence my heart raced louder and louder.

“I mean, it’s okay if you don’t like it man” Cody said nervously.

“Yeah, Todd, it really is okay, Cody just thought it would be cool.” I said as I felt my heart beat in my throat.

Todd finally looked up and Cody and said “How did you remember?”


You see, months ago, Todd jokingly told Cody a story of Christmas when he was a boy.  He recalled being a spoiled child growing up.  He said there was never a Christmas where he did not get what he asked for.  One particular Christmas, I believe when he was 6-years-old, Todd wanted the X-men arch-angel figurine.  He says “Don’t get me wrong, I loved every single present I ever got, but I really wanted that arch-angel.”  Todd seemed to recall that he never forgot that Christmas.

But Cody never forgot that conversation.

The initial idea of the gift was so silly, but what made that gift special was the moment that Todd opened it and realized that he was known.  Todd, in those long moments of silence, recognized that this new family he married really did know him, they listened to him, they want only the best for him.

Isn’t it amazing? The way we feel when we realize that someone remembered something important to us?  What seemed stupid to everyone else, means the world to you?

When you have that moment, the moment where someone remembers, don’t forget to pass it on.

That God of ours. The one that created us, He knows us best. Better than any other creature on earth. Be known by Him, and learn to know others too.

Keep Adventuring

Do you ever miss the adventurous ways of childhood?

When the tiny box of raisins was the best snack, getting to drink a can of coke was the greatest treat and imagination ruled everyday life?

And let’s be honest here… Bangs, hairbows, and hand-painted Christmas sweatshirts for a FREE Christmas photo shoot at the volunteer fire station in your community was COMPLETELY acceptable.


I have become so nostalgic towards the ways of my childhood and the protection I experienced within it.

I grew up living around my cousins, with a big pasture, a fantastic pond, hay bales, and grandparents a mile down the road.  We had a donkey named Moe and my sisters, cousins, and I would feed him carrots with Italian salad dressing… I mean carrots aren’t good without it.  We would pretend we were at war and run through the fields.  Some days we were soldiers, other days we were pioneers, most days American girl dolls.  Whatever we ventured, the excitement was real.

Life was simple and life was easy.

Now, I am fresh out of college and it seems as if the pending question for all like me is

“So, what do you want to do with your life?”

Is it appropriate to respond “I HAVE NO EARTHLY IDEA”??

You know that scene of The Notebook? Where Allie is trying to decide between Noah and that other guy? Noah keeps yelling “What do you want?!”  and Allie bawling and screaming “I don’t know!”.

Allie’s response is the way my tummy reacts when people ask that question. Instant panic tummy… insert fake smile and answers.

When asked that question, I come up with all the answers I feel like the world expects of me.  I tell people what my major was and that I have considered a masters program.  I tell people that I am enjoying my current job and am interested to see where it will take me.

You know what I am really doing? Telling people what I think they want to hear and hiding my insecurity with REALLY bogus answers. 

I attend a bible study that is happening in my community. A friend, the sweetest Rachel I know, spoke up about feeling insecure and inadequate. She told the group that she had been praying and asking the Lord what He thought of those words.

His response… 

“When you live in Him, you live IN-security. When you live in Him, you live IN-adequacy.”

We are secure.  We are adequate. We are enough.

Last night, the question was asked and before I could think of the perfect response, I immediately responded how I felt… “I have no idea.” I said what I loved and I spoke the honest truth, and it felt AWESOME.

You know what was even more peaceful about confessing my unknown? The grace that was given as a response. My heart felt a weight lift off my chest.

In Him… I live IN-Security. 

Pride aside, insecurity aside, embarrassment aside, inadequacy aside… I have no idea what I want to do with my life. It scares me. It terrifies me.  Somedays, it paralyzes me.

But God does. God sees. God hears. God adventures with us in the unknown.


My friend Kayla invited me to adventure with her Saturday.  It was a sporadic trip and full of fun.  We hiked up a big hill and ate granola bars, attempting to tap into our earthy side.


We spent the morning in spontaneity and recognized the adventure that God really has for us.  We discovered it in the playful nature that was pulled out of us in the discovery of a playground and the determination to make it to the top of a stupid steep hill.


We discovered joy in taking the risk of turning left instead of right and pursuing a path into the unknown.

Even if we aren’t on a spontaneous hiking day, we are exploring in life.

And when you adventure, you never know what can happen next.  That’s the beauty of not knowing what you are going to do for the rest of your life, it makes life one big, fat, terrifyingly, awesome adventure.


Keep adventuring.