LOVEALEE BLOG

The past few (weeks now) have been an extreme journey through a very dark rabbit hole... one I never thought to peek into before now. Just the brazenness of satan to use Christ as a vehicle to promote his own agenda, makes me shudder in disbelief. It’s nothing new, but definitely bolder than ever before, leading unsuspecting souls into destruction. It just makes me so sick, sad, and angry. Angry at myself for allowing the enemy even a tiny foothold in my life, regardless of my obliviousness to it all. May God have mercy on those honestly manipulated by the enemy, even unbeknownst to them. There are many people, preachers, worship leaders, churches,etc. claiming the power of the Lord,  but are we paying attention to the Holy Spirit enough to discern the genuine from the frauds? The Bible warns us about these kinds of people and it's important that we listen and take heed!! "For false messiahs and false prophets will appear and preform great signs and wonders to deceive, if

I feel like I've been pretty honest about my journey with mental health, yet I don't always go around advertising it. I like to know that the treatments I'm receiving are indeed working as they should, so I like to drop the bomb on people to see if they've ever noticed without me expressly handing them the information. With that being said, I also try to keep things as positive as possible. I try to look at the blessings over the trials, the triumphs over the failures, the highs over the lows. I don't, however, want people to have the wrong impression of my life, their lives, or lives in general.  NO LIFE IS PERFECT. PERIOD. Every single smiling face in an Instagram story, has a hidden truth that the camera didn't quite capture. EVERYONE goes through struggles. We ALL have moments of being bombarded with feelings of inadequacy, failure, and loss. I never want my social media posts to be misleading, in allowing others to believe that my life is perfect

I know that it’s been 17 years and it’s hard for some people to remember what that day meant for us as a nation, but I will never forget what it meant for me as a nieve high school student who didn’t think things like that could happen here in America. My tiny bubble of life was popped and I was thrust into a world of terrorism and fear and endless questioning. Glued to my television that day, I w itnessed acts of bravery, a community coming together to help each other, endless tears, death, families in mourning, hope that loved ones would found, prayer. Ignorance was bliss, but that day, my eyes were opened to the truths that children in other countries have known their entire lives. That was the day my prayers began to change. My capacity for compassion grew and my understanding of the world would never be the same again. I might not have personally lost someone to the events of 9/11, but I gained a new part of myself that day and it made me stronger. Today I not only pray for t

Our miracle baby is growing so fast! I can't believe she just turned 18 months. With this milestone came her 18 month physical, but we were dreading it. Our Charlotte has been excelling in the speech department and has been talking away from months now, but the walking has been a struggle. She took a few steps on her own a couple weeks after her first birthday, but soon decided it wasn't for her and she abruptly stopped. Since then, we have been begging and pleading and encouraging and pushing her to walk with no success. We asked the doctor several times and they assured us it wasn't a big deal and that she was only being cautious and perhaps stubborn (I have NO idea where she would get that from 😏). We knew at the beginning of the appointment that she had arrived at her walking deadline and there might be some concern this time. It started as usual... "She's tall for her age. She's low in weight for her age." Things we knew were a constant theme for he

I realize that I have not been as active on this blog lately as I would like to be, but I've recently come to a very important realization. My child is worth it. She is worth my undivided attention. She is worth my time. She is worth missing showers. She is worth messy top knots. She is worth a face without make up (and in my case- eyebrows). She is worth a dirty house and a sink full of dirty dishes. She is also worth all the headaches and loss of sleep and exhaustion. She is worth everything I can offer, but I know my time is the most important thing I can give her right now. I know that time is short and life is fleeting. We never know what the next hour may bring. I want to live in the now. I want to cherish every sloppy drooling kiss. I want to cherish every hug and cuddle. I want to cherish every cry for "mama" paired with outstretched arms. I want to cherish every smile, laugh, and giggle. I want my daughter to know that I love her and I will always be

I can't believe I get to be her mommy. It's been seven and a half months since I gave birth to this little miracle. I think back on the things I've been through to get to this place and there are moments I still can't believe it's real. God is so amazing and works things out in HIS time. I remember thinking about Sarah ( Genesis 18 ) who had to wait until she was 91 years old to hold Issac in her arms ( Genesis 21 ). I remember wondering if that would be me. I was glad I had Sarah to learn from. I would not fall into her desperations ( Genesis 16 ). I would not lose faith or give up. I turned to scripture for reassurance. My favorite was Luke 1:45 which says "And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her from the Lord." People thought we were weird buying items for a baby that was yet to be conceived, but we stepped out in faith and didn't doubt God for a second. I believed God's promise and I wa