I grew up in a neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. It started out a wonderful neighborhood but year by year became more and more swallowed up by the city. My older sister’s experienced the best of this neighborhood wondering the streets no matter what time of day. It was safe. As teenagers my sisters would often mow the grass in their bathing suits without causing much commotion. When I was a teenager and mowed the grass fully clothed, it caused a lot of commotion and I could never finish the job without being harassed.

My little brother stood out like a sore thumb. He was often verbally accused of juvenile crimes. He was always proven innocent before the accusations could ever leave the front door (praise the Lord). One time he was picking up random trash along the sidewalk and put it inside someone’s trashcan on the curb and he was scolded. I was terrified when he would leave the house. He was a little white boy with a smart mouth and he was jumped (beat up) frequently. This caused him to become focused on his fitness and health, to assure no one would jump him again and he succeeded.

When I was in middle school, there was a group of beggars that moved into the neighborhood. Theft, drug, and human trafficking were rumored with this “family”.  They would beg every day throughout the neighborhood. If you passed them in your car or on foot, they would always try to get your attention. Your best bet was to ignore them, like I always did.

When I turned 16, I got a job less than a mile away from my house. I witnessed stealing and scamming very often. A few times I was tricked and was the one who got scammed. There was always a distraction of some kind. This is what scammers do; they prey on your compassion. One lady I remember very clearly. She scammed me with kindness. She complimented me and told me all about her Church project she was working on. And then, days later I was told her check was faked and somehow I was the one to process it. My company had insurance and was reimbursed for scams like this. But man, that made me more skeptical.

My husband has a different view of being cautious than I do. I remember when I was discovering that he didn’t know how to say no to anyone. I was so upset at him. One time, He was unemployed and going school, we had one baby and one on the way. We were shopping at goodwill (yes of all places) and someone stopped him and asked for money. He told the guy he had to ask his wife. I stepped over with my big pregnant belly and shook my head, NO!  I had no empathy and I don’t know why.

Last year we were leaving target with two carts. One had the kiddos and one was full of the groceries. This woman with a sign and a young girl approached us and before I even read her sign or heard what she had to say, the mama bear inside me shooed her away. My husband was embarrassed. I felt kind of proud. I didn’t know if she was part of a distraction with a team around the corner preying on innocent families or what.

While reading Missy’s blog, live His love today, I realized this is something I still struggle with today. While trying to find some middle grounds, I’ve decided to seek Him. That’s the best answer to any problem.

I don’t want my kids to hear me talk about Jesus but not see Him in my actions. I don’t want to make excuses for why I am the way I am. But it seems to be the most logical way to explain why I am this way. Everyone’s past makes them who they are today. When we give it to Christ, we don’t have to let it define us in a negative way.

I am thankful for those in my life who give me a different perspective. My husband gives me a different view on life that I am grateful to see. I know he is also grateful that I am the way I am, with certain experiences in our lives. On one hand this person may just need someone to tell them Jesus loves them and show them an act of His love. But on the other hand this person may be glad to hear you are a believer and try to take you for every penny you have. You just never know. I ask for the Lord’s Guidance and the ability to know the difference. I pray to remain calm when dealing with these situations. I pray to clearly see which action to take when proceeding. I pray for His will to be done through any circumstance.


(This font was made from Tara’s handwriting from Verse Doodles. Thanks Tara for letting me turn your awesome handwriting into a font!)

Praise Style

I’m not really a writer. I like to write, but writing isn’t my passion. Glorifying our Lord in any way I know how, that’s my passion.

My preferred style of doing this is through visual art. I love,love,love using art to display my affection to Christ. Usually this is in the form of ceramics and other physical crafts. The problem in my small house is that all the materials used can be overwhelming. Not to mention most of the tools used are dangerous to leave out around children. Recently, I have been learning how to create graphic art and I love it. All my projects can be kept inside individual folders tucked away on my computer. I don’t have to clean up once the kids wake up, I just hit save and walk away.

Many times when I create something, I imagine how our Creator made us. How individually personalized every person is. All the colors and textures He uses to create His masterpieces. This is truly an amazing thing to think about. I also like to think about how He knows exactly what He’s doing…

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand— when I awake, I am still with you.”          –Psalm 139:13-18

What’s your preferred method to praise the Lord?




On a side note, I have been using this program that creates fonts. I was curious if anyone would be willing to volunteer their handwriting for me to turn into a font. If you would like to, you can Email me your handwriting @

This is an example of what I would need. Try to write as straight as you can on plain piece of printer paper. If you mess up a letter just write it again, like I did here.

print Lauren hand 001

I have discovered that ballpoint pens do not work well. Gel pens, felt tip pens and fine point permanent markers work best in the program. Also make sure the pen is not too dry, if there are dry spots in the letters, the program makes it splotchy. Give me a suggestion on what you would like me to name it and I can upload it here for you to download to your computer, if you’d like.

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(This was made with a font I created from my husband’s handwriting!)


Another Mommy poem

this is where i am  (font change)

This sums up where I am in life. I am enjoying every part of this time in my life. I wouldn’t trade any of these messes for all respect the world could give. I’ll hold them and love them now because they will grow up too fast. Just as He displays His greatness through my children, this is my chance to show them His greatness. I don’t want to blink.

“But Jesus called the children to him and said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.” Luke 18:16

I have come so far from depression to complete happiness. I really want to share how this was made possible for me.  But the Lord is teaching me patience. My story will soon be shared on, March 25th.


Valentine’s Day Printables

valentines header

I’m so excited to try something new today! I have created 8 Valentine’s Day printables! FOR FREE! Hopefully it isn’t too late with Valentine’s Day only 2 days away! I figured I would put them out just in case. I hope someone is able to use these.

The John 3:16 valentines, I couldn’t decide if I liked the cursive or print better, so I’m sharing both!

(3)-John 3:16 cursive valentines
(3)-John 3:16 print valentines
(2)- Love bird valentines

I have created these in pdf format for 8.5″ x 11″ and wallet size 2.5″ x 3.5″ .

valentine cursive canvas <—- 8.5″ x 11  &  wallet size

valentine cursive gray <—-8.5″ x 11″ &   wallet size

valentine cursive chalkboard<—- 8.5″ x 11″ &  wallet size

valentine PRINT canvas <—- 8.5″ x 11″ & wallet size

valentine PRINT gray <—- 8.5″ x 11″ &  wallet size

valentine PRINT chalkboard <—- 8.5″ x 11″ & wallet size

love birds song of solomon <—- 8.5″ x 11″ & wallet size

love birds preview (2) <—- 8.5″ x 11″ &  wallet size




I will be participating in this series that is starting next week regarding depression. The purpose of this series is to encourage others in their faith and to give hope to overcome depression. If you have a story to share, consider contacting these ladies.

UPDATE: These ladies are sharing stories every Wednesday and I will be featured on on March 25th. 

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Motherhood Lessons

My children lessons

4 lessons God is teaching me through my children


Before children, I remember listening to the song, “empty me” by Chris Sligh. I immediately identified with the lyrics. I remember crying out to the Lord asking Him to empty me of MY selfishness. “empty me of me, so I can be filled with you.” Not long after, I was “filled” with a growing baby boy. His divine craftsmanship was literally growing inside of my body.

Being a first time mother was really tough on me. It felt as if nobody cared for me anymore and it was more about the baby. My selfishness was being forced out abruptly but not without resistance. Just when I thought I had no selfishness left to lose, I had my second baby.

I’m not going to lie, I’m still selfish sometimes. Luckily for me I have these daily little reminders called children to take the focus off of myself. I love how the Lord uses my children to teach me about His own selflessness and unconditional love.

newborn-loganAdmiring baby boy (above)

Admiring baby girl (below)



Patience is something I still have a big problem with. I was married at 20, had 2 kids, adopted 2 cats, 2 dogs, and we bought a house all in less than 5 years of marriage. My older sisters call that impatient… I guess it’s true.

With children you have no choice but to be patient. Patience is necessary to teach any child. Some things they can just see and repeat but some things have to be patiently taught. I have learned so much about patience being a parent to my children and my pets.  “Love is patient” -1 Corinthians 13:4



Naturally I am a shy introverted person, but not with children. I am stronger than I ever thought I could be. I will always speak up for my children because they rely on me to be their voice.

Waking up in the middle of the night requires more strength than I ever imagined. Just when my mind would stop racing and I would fall into a deep sleep, I would get woken up. My heart would start pounding and I would sigh, “nooo” but I would get up because they depended on me to.

It’s true that moms don’t have sick days. Even on the days when I’m not feeling well and I can’t seem to even feed myself, I muster up the energy to take care of my children. Energy I didn’t know I had. “But the Lord stood at my side and gave me strength” -2 Timothy 4:17

Through my children the Lord gives me strength to speak up, wake up, and keep up!


-His love-

He loves us so much that He gave His Son, for us! Can you even imagine? “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” – John 3:16

I can’t even find the words to describe how recognizable His love is through my children. When I think about how much I love my children and would do anything for them, it’s obvious that He would too. Being a parent gives me just glimpse of how much He loves His children.

 “If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!” –Matthew 7:11


Father in Heaven


His Plans > my plans


I have been meaning to mail a package out for a few weeks to a friend who is having a baby. I finally mailed it out yesterday but not on the terms I was hoping for. I was hoping Kris could be home early one day before the post office closed and that I could go by myself to wait in the horrible line. But after weeks of this not happening I realized I had to go with the kids to wait in line… Ugh.

I use to work at a contracted post office. I know how impatient and irritated people get waiting in that line. I didn’t want to be the helpless mother waiting in line while her children go wild. But, sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do. And sometimes things turn out the complete opposite as you thought they would.

I have a habit of over planning life. I try to think of every possible outcome in a situation not taking into consideration the unknown. You can’t control the unknown, which makes planning so difficult.

I know what I want to get done but I can’t plan it down to the hour or even the day (sometimes week) of when it will get done. I don’t know what I’ll be doing tomorrow or how long the baby will nap. I can’t predict how many messes I’ll have to clean up today or how long cuddle time will last. I can’t predict teething tantrums or potty accidents. I can’t predict how long my husband will have to stay at work or how traffic will be on his drive home. I am powerless to these things.

I have to put aside my desire to know and plan my future. Some things are just not in my control. This is when I need the Lord the most. I need Him for the patience to wait or strength to proceed. I need His comfort, always. I have to let go and let God take over.

“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.” -2 Corinthians 1:3-4