Where I’ve Been…

As you know, I’ve been absent from this space for several months. I’ve held off as long as I could writing this post. This is hard to write, and it’s taken me a while to get to this point.

Jason and I are divorced. It’s the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with and most days it’s hard to come up for air. I know God has a plan for me, for Jason, for us, and He is slowly revealing it to me. He has blessed me and provided for me throughout this horrific process and it only makes me love God even more. I have experienced His unending love, sweet grace and mercy, and His comfort. I am solely relying on Jesus.

This is tough—for both of us. What I ask from you is to pray. I selfishly beseech you to pray for us. I’m not sure how many of you have experienced this firsthand but it is.. just awful, for lack of a better word. I’m thankful for a space here where I can be honest with you. Blogs aren’t always rainbows and sunshine. Blogs are real life. And I want mine to be real.

I have an amazing, supportive family and an incredible group of friends helping me through this. I thank God for them every day.

It’s okay to ask questions. Ask me how I’m doing. Ask me if I want to talk. I might not answer some days but others I’ll open up. It’s awkward. It’s uncomfortable. But that’s life. I don’t want this space to become distanced from you guys. I don’t want you to feel awkward and uncomfortable or like you’re walking on eggshells obviously tiptoeing around a sore subject. This is a life space. There are moments of happiness, sadness, heartache, and excitement. I want this space to be a place where we can come and encourage each other as sisters and uplift one another in times of heartache and strife. That is my hope for this blog and for me opening up to you about my life.

Thank you all for reading and keeping up with my silly life. I love this old hobby of mine and am glad you all enjoy it too. This is a new chapter for me and I hope you’ll continue to tag along.

 

-Melody

Sunday cruising

Sunday morning I actually woke up at a decent hour after only having had 6 hours of sleep. Jason was up and I convinced him we should go and get donuts at our favorite place. This donut shop will never leave my memory. It was the place we had our first breakfast as a married couple on our way to the airport for our honeymoon. So every time we go there it always ends up being a perfect day. Sunday was no exception. After we bought $20 worth of donuts we drove downtown and found a vacant picnic table under an awning and had breakfast. Since most people were in church downtown was quiet. It was the perfect time to walk around and take pictures like I’d been wanting to do. (I still want to go back! There’s so much to be explored!) We drove around in some neighborhoods and saw some really beautiful houses. Almost beautiful enough to make me want to stay here. 😉

I love Sundays with Jason.

 

Layers

cardi: F21, dress: F21, scarf: Walmart, jeans: Goodwill, boots: Goodwill, belt: thrifted

I tugged along my coat for class but it never served it’s purpose. It sadly sat next to me all day while I was warm enough in my cardigan. Sorry, coat.

Mondays are really kind of the worst, aren’t they? I mean there’s that giant hurricane hurling itself towards the east coast, Jason is out late playing ultimate frisbee, and I’m left home alone. Tired, hungry, and frustrated with taking care of the pets and house. When Jason finally gets home I realize how thankful I am for him and all he does with Pepper so I can relax. I’d make him dinner if I could 😉 I guess that’s what those five bags of candy are for!

Today marks the two-weeks-until date for my recital! Mom is picking up my dress Friday and we’ll start getting it cleaned and altered. I can’t wait to show you guys! 🙂

Sunday night girls’ night + our life update.

Remember our story about Direct TV? Well one of the things that was also cancelled/rescheduled that week was Girls’ Night. My two sisters, Shelby and Rudy, with our friend Chaney were going to spend the night and have a royally good time swooning over Pepper. We moved it to Sunday night and it couldn’t have been a better time. Direct TV came out the next morning and we spent Monday watching the Olympics! Weee! Would you believe the only two pictures I took were of food and Pepper? You probably would.

We spent the night talking about everything under the sun and eating red velvet cheesecake brownies until our heads fell off. We watched the ultimate chick flick, Something Borrowed, (have you seen it?! So. Good.) and stuffed ourselves full of s’mores trail mix. (Who eats that stuff out on the trail? It’s mostly chocolate!) It’s nights like these that remind me of why we are ready to move (and why I love people). Living 45-55 minutes away from our families, friends and civilization is a real bummer. Feeling guilty for inviting people over and asking them to drive 45-55 minutes is a bonus bummer.

Since late spring/early summer we felt God shifting our path a little bit. We knew moving to Laneville that we weren’t meant here for long but we just didn’t know how long. We are now really feeling God starting to gently push us out. There are still a lot of unanswered questions and uncertainty about where my own life and career will be in ten months. This right now is where God shapes us as Christians. This is where he molds us and asks us to trust Him fully. This, guys, is the very hardest part.

Being married and coming into a big transition like this is totally new; for both of us. When I graduated high school I just kind of gravitated towards Kilgore College and later knew that that was where God placed me. Graduating KC I had a very tentative plan to attend UT Tyler. I know now that God has me there for a reason as well, even though I’m not entirely sure of it yet. The thing is our house is such a temporary space we can’t be sure of when we will actually leave. There is freedom with that, but with that freedom comes a lot of uncertainty and a little fear. Now more than ever our lives are changing together. We each have visions of where we want to be but asking God to take our visions and make them His is… well, humbling. And hard. Real hard. But oh so very exciting.

In times like these I am thankful for my Savior. I don’t trust myself one bit to make these life altering decisions. Does that stop me from planning them out anyway? Nope. It does, however, make it that much sweeter and beautiful when I crumble and let God’s glorious plan wash over me. Oh, I can’t wait to see what our life together looks like in a year.

 

DIY Marathon Date Day.

HEY GUYS. Whoops, sorry. I mean, hey guys. So Friday we had Little Bit scheduled to finally be spayed. (HALLELUJAH no more of that flippin’ crying all the time!) We had to check her in an hour away, though everything is an hour away from Laneville, at 8am. Yikes. Since it didn’t seem smart to drive two extra hours back home then back to town, we decided to make an entire day of it. We called it Marathon Date Day!

So here’s what we did and how to recreate it. (Cat optional.)

7:08-7:30: Drive.
7:30-7:40: Watch a hot air balloon race and ask Jason stupid questions. Suggestions: How do hot air balloons land? Why is fire hot?
7:40-8: Drive some more.
8:00: Drop LB off at the clinic and try not to cry.
8:30-9: Errands. (Optional, unless you are an adult. In which case, do your errands.)
9-10:30: Cave to gluttony with carb cakes! (Success!)
10:30-11: Coffee! (Overpriced Starbucks/awkward self-portrait optional.)
11-3:30: Shoppity, shop shop in the form of Target (be sure to find a friend and complain about how much your feet hurt but smile so your husband knows you’re having fun with him), Best Buy, Target again, and Kohl’s. If possible, follow your husband into the dressing room to watch him try on sports paraphernalia.
(Insert a ridiculous heat wave and me dying from it and then coming back to life here.)
3:30-4:30: Lunch at the best Mexican food restaurant ever, El Sombrero. (Not optional.) Here, I chose to become a ravenous monster and chew Jason’s head off when I became hungry. This part is certainly optional.
4:45: Pick up LB and head ouuuut. (But get your own cat. She’s mine.)

How to Fail at Dinner and Still Be a Hot Wife

shirt, skirt: F21, sandals: Old Navy

Sometimes wives fail at dinner. If you’re like me, you probably fail at dinner a lot. Burn rice, overcook chicken, sauce is too sweet… My husband is just thankful for a meal and for me letting him use my foot spa because he bruised his heels.

Sometimes that’s what marriage is about. Eating burnt food and soaking your feet in a foot spa. Sacrifices, people. Sacrifices.