Over the last month or two, I’ve felt like a human piñata, swung at by a blindfolded toddler with a baseball bat. Brightly wrapped candy spills on the ground beneath my family.

Humor me:

We are in our fourth contract on our home in Norman. Three have fallen through for various ridiculous reasons.

We gave away our dog, our first child, Jersey. It makes me sad.

After a full day of daycare tours, we couldn’t find one that would accept Finn (we have found one since), and when we returned to Norman that evening, the left headlight and bumper of our van were smashed in. I guess in a parking lot?

Our van broke down on the way to Big Cedar Lodge.

We found out our Norman roof is double-shingled and we may have to replace it covering the full cost with no help from insurance in order for it to sell.

On Monday night, I ran into a mini fridge in the middle lane of the highway going 65 mph. I’m so thankful there’s no more than bumper damage on the right side of our SUV. Could have been bad.

We went to a walk through of our new house in Tulsa on Tuesday to assess the repairs, but alas: repairs had not begun. We were set to close the next day.

A handyman was grouting the tile in our shower and replacing shingles while we signed closing papers on Wednesday. Hard to believe, but we are home owners (of two houses at once)! Planning my paint palette now…can’t wait to make this home ours.


The previous owners turned utilities off and didn’t settle payments with the water company, so we had to call them and convince them to pay their bill so we could turn on our faucet.

They left pancake batter on the counter tops, dog snot all over the windows and the floors were filthy. I cried on the way back to work from our walk through. Our Tulsa realtor/family friend so generously scheduled housecleaning for our new home after closing.

Apparently Paisley cries all day long at our new daycare. This is sad and confusing…she’s gotten so much better for us at home.

The U-Haul we had rented for moving our stuff from Norman to Tulsa was not available when Joey called Wednesday night. Yesterday he convinced them to wrangle one up for our big day today where our friends, FBC college students and several of my Next Level clients/boss came to help us load our Norman home into a 26 foot truck. They doubted us, but it all fit and the door closed. It’s a miracle.


Leading the U-Haul to Tulsa with my babies and a full car.

Leading the U-Haul to Tulsa with my babies and a full car.

Then Joey’s LifeChurch.tv boss and co-workers (and of course his dad) met us at our new house to help unload. Thank you, friends!

We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed… Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal” (2 Cor. 4: 8, 9, 16-18).

These blows to our piñata, though overwhelming, are momentary and superficial. We will not lose heart. We are healthy and together; blessings worth so much more than money in the bank or an easy, comfortable life.

So thankful for Joey's parents and all their help over the past few weeks.

So thankful for Joey’s parents and all their help over the past few weeks.

My mom encouraged me this morning via email. She said,

“I remember some of our moves were a nightmare too. I only hope you kids never felt my anxiousness.  I remember always wanting things to feel homey right away, and after a while it even got worse as the trend seemed to be a move every two years.  I learned to be a master at cheap decorating and painting in the wee hours after you kids went to bed…All I want you to hear is give yourself a break and enjoy the simple things today like what really matters: your family. “

Thanks, Mom; you’re absolutely right. Gratitude wins again.

My loves. (Staying with Nana and Papa Rosell while we enjoyed a weekend with buds in Dallas).

My loves. (Staying with Nana and Papa Rosell while we enjoyed a weekend with buds in Dallas).

Our God is bigger than our troubles. He loves us and is with us; that is more than enough.


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