The Whole Truth

I’m trying something new here and I think it’ll all start to come together for you guys as I step out and share some of the nitty gritty details of the past few years. I’ve alluded to a lot of changes, breakthrough, “new ways” of doing things, switching my thinking, my marriage, etc. It really has been a life overhaul. It’s time to swing wide this door and let you all in completely! Bear with me — this is long, but it’s a necessary share before I move forward with other fun and exciting things.

I’ve always believed in God and accepted Jesus as my Savior as a young girl, but I honestly never thought I was someone He was proud of or could use to do anything worthwhile. I had made a lot of mistakes, never felt like I could fully devote myself and my entire life to Him, mostly because I thought it would require me to move to a third world country, do something overtly ‘religious’, force-change something about my life I didn’t want to change, etc. It was all just too much pressure, I beat myself up and I never felt like I’d ever do enough good ‘stuff’, so I just did whatever the heck I wanted. And in that place, I also beat myself up because aren’t Christians supposed to act better than that? I couldn’t figure out how NOT to be unhappy, unhealthy, self-destructive, depressed, with no vision or purpose for my life outside being a mom. Still then, I didn’t feel like I was a particularly good mom and even though I was actually doing a lot of good things for my kids, the state of me on the inside was just a wreck. There was really no way I could even fathom pulling myself up and out of that dark hole I was living in.

A few years ago, something in me started stirring and that was just the simple desire to change. I didn’t know where to start, but I knew I wanted more. I had always heard God is Love, but I quite honestly didn’t even know that God. I believed He was loving (in theory), He was the Healer (for other people out there somewhere), and that Jesus died for my sins on the cross, but He and I didn’t have a relationship other than me throwing up a prayer now and then (which I didn’t think actually did anything). I thought He was so distant and impersonal. Like, I was one little bug out of billions of bugs who He never really paid that much attention to. And I believed He only helped those people who deserved being helped, meaning those who were better behaved than I had been. Sheeeeeesh, it was sad.

Long story short, I had a pretty awesome experience at a conference back in 2013 that was quite literally life-changing. This speaker, who is now my pastor, shed some much needed light on who God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit really are, what His still, small voice sounds like and what it doesn’t sound like — and it all started making sense to me. Things really started changing for me when I began really learning of His character and nature, eventually started hearing His voice more clearly in the middle of the chaos I was living. As soon as I realized that it was possible for someone normal like me to hear God’s voice as the Holy Spirit speaks to your spirit — as soon as I opened up to that, He started telling me how good and pure and lovely I am. I’m sure He was telling me all along, but my own loud, angry thoughts drowned out that truth. The God of the entire universe personally tells me how much He loves me — and He’s telling you too. He knows me. He knows how much pain I’ve been through and all the mess ups and He never saw me any differently than the day I got saved as a young girl. Yes, even after all the mistakes. After all the alcohol and pot. After the sex outside of marriage. After all the nights out at the club. He calls me pure and lovely. Talk about a wake up call to how God sees us, dang.

God loves you

It finally clicked that the whole point of Jesus coming and dying for me was so that I would be spotless, that I would have a way to be close with the Father without worry of having to do ALL the religious fluffy stuff check off list yadda yadda. Jesus died and rose again to bridge that gap where it used to be impossible to keep the law and removed the pressure of having to be good enough or fit into a religious box. Simply believing in Jesus, it opens me up to be free of all that torment, of all that shame, anger toward myself, fear, all the mess. You’d think I’d know that, being a Christian my entire life, but I didn’t get it beyond the theory and what I had heard people say in church. I think it’s rare that Christians walk out their lives with full revelation that we are truly enough for the Lord where we are RIGHT NOW and that He’s proud of us and loves us unconditionally RIGHT NOW simply because we are His children. Christians are always trying to do more and be more because we think God expects us to be trying trying trying doing doing doing preaching preaching preaching and keeping gays from being gay. That’s not right, y’all. First, let Him do that work on you, loving on you, speaking to you, refining you from the inside out and then the things you do on the outside will just naturally get nicer over time. And the love we know from God will be the same love we pour out on those around us. We can’t fake that stuff, the real stuff. And we can’t expect to know how to love others until we know how purely and powerfully WE are loved by our Father.

It was a hard pill to swallow at first, that God loves me unconditionally, but that’s really when things shifted for me. He’s shaken up my terrible view of myself and has shown me more of who I really am. I’m not a terrible person… I was an incredibly wounded person who He’s mending and healing from the inside out. I’m still the same Morgan I’ve always been, but just getting more refined. I thought life would be boring this way and like I’d be a religious clone if I fully surrendered my life — not so! Junk has been moving out of the way so I can actually be the real me. The more I let His voice of truth speak to me, the more I wake up to who I was truly created to be. And that is where things are getting awesomer and awesomer. Yes, I’m pretending that’s a real word. ;). Dreams I had as a child started reawakening. Giftings started coming out that I never believed I could have… I mean, there’s a lot. I’ll share more in the coming days, but that’s just on a personal level. My entire family has undergone a transformation and it’s just incredible. The point of this whole post is this: Knowing how much God loves you will change you!

Knowing God's love will change you

So with that history put out there, I’m going to begin a new series about healing and it’s going to seriously rock your socks off at how amazing our God is. He really IS our Healer and I’m going to be sharing personal testimonies of how the Lord has been doing miraculous stuff around here. It’s true, friends and it’s for you too! I believe many people are going to start seeing the Lord’s power like they never thought possible. He loves YOU and your spouse and your children and He wants you well. I can’t wait to tell you about it all. But let’s end this novel of a post here.

I love you all. Thanks for sticking with me! It’s just getting better and better.

The Top 15 Ways to Cure the Hiccups (According to Facebook)

What does one do when one’s husband has the hiccups for a 8 hours straight? And one’s sanity has come into question? One consults Facebook!

Facebook screen grab hiccups

I was kind of shocked at the number of cures people started sharing. I had never heard of some of these, but it seemed like each person swore by these remedies! Some were super detailed too, complete with step by step instructions, ha!

Here are some of my favorites:

I hold my breath plug my nose and swallow 3 times. It helps regulate breathing try it a couple times of it doesn’t work the first time.

I agree. I do the same, but while drinking a cup of water through a straw. It helps me concentrate on something else.

Swallow seven times!

Wet red thread on forehead. (Really works)

You have to scare him!

Suck in all the air you can. Hold it for 10 seconds, don’t let any air out and suck in more air. Repeat.

Stay with me, it’s weird but it work. Grab his forearm and have him grab yours. Stare at him without laughing…even if he does. Stay calm and make him calm down and stare directly at you. This helps him bring his heart rate down and gives him something to focus on other than his hiccups. You have to keep him calm and not laugh, otherwise it doesn’t work.

Close your eyes, plug your nose and face up and hold your breath and count to 20.

Peanut butter….a dr once told me that the weight of the pb pushes down on the diaphragm. It works every time.

A spoonful of sugar. Old trick I learned from a bartender that works every time.

Suck on ice. Works most of the time for me.

Drink out of opposite side of glass, like over the glass on the other side.

Make him Burp as often and as loud as he can.

Have him say “hiccup ticcup Jacob took 10 sips of water” then have him take 10 sips of water and then say “All gone”. I know it’s silly but I’ve done in all my life and it works every time.

And my personal favorite, where three sisters share (lol I cracked up):

Hiccups sister remedies

And there you go! Do you have any home hiccup remedies to share? Might as well… you’re not going to sound silly after all these! ;)

Tales from the Target dressing room

Here are a few of the snaps I just dug up from Target trips past.

Trying on clothes after having Maddie. HAHAHA SO BAD.
Summer 2012, back when Jack was always a blur. TBH I think I just wanted to show Instagram my hair that day.
Oh look, they’re both blurs. Always wiggling, what a surprise! I love how he’s not even wearing shoes.
Ahhh, this was an after-movie Target trip meltdown. I was newly pregnant with baby Ruth too! Okay, these memories got me like :,(
Later in 2014, now with even more baby!
Hiiiieeee! This was today. I think this may be Ruthie’s first ever appearance in a dressing room photoshoot! Welcome to the club, Ruthie!

This last photo is supes bad quality, but can you still see little Roo-boo in her jammies? No shame, man. She’s actually still in them and I’m writing this at 2pm.

So I just looked back through a few years of blog posts to find these old things. I searched “Target” to narrow down my posts and it came back with 63 pages of results. SIXTY THREE PAGES. I knew I was eventually going to have to face the 3x a week Target run issue at some point, but dang, that’s a lot of mentions.

It’s obvious I love the place. For some reason, it just feels like it’s the easiest store to take kids… I’m sure that’s all in my head, but I love that it’s a one-stop-shop! Not to mention, all the amazing things you can get for $1.00 – $3.00 that you absolutely don’t need but you also do absolutely need and now they put a Starbucks at the entrance and ALL THE CANDLES and and… it just feels like home away from home. Now that I’m thinking about it, Ruthie even tells me when she wants to go smell the candles. She points to the ones she wants to smell and goes, “mmmm!” Okay, if my 1.5 year old knows where the candle aisle is and how to sample the stinkin’ things, I think it’s safe to say I haz problem.

Introspection aside, I will never ever stop taking these photos. I quite like having these silly memories to look back on every now and then. :D

Currently Crafting: Felt Succulents & Glitter Hoarding

What’s everyone been crafting lately? I want to see!

Since Ruthie was born, it has been kind of hard to get back into the swing of things on many many levels, but especially creatively. I went for several solid months there doing absolutely nothing, getting caught up in exhaustion and yadda yadda. I couldn’t figure out why I felt so bleh until it dawned on me that I had no creative outlet. Man, I really didn’t realize how much art affected me until I wasn’t making any!

Anyway, last year I started playing around with watercolor and I really enjoy it. I’ve never taken a class and don’t get a ton of time to practice, but every once in a while during nap time… oh it’s on like Donkey Kong. It’s quite therapeutic, actually.

I used to do a lot of felt projects, as seen around here in the DIY section, so recently I busted out my stash and decided to try something new that I’ve been wanting to make for a few years…

felt succulents

I love how they turned out, but I’mma be real… they took for-freaking-ever. That was like 6 hours of hand-cut felt adult labor right there. A few hours in, I remembered why I had hidden the stash of felt in the garage.

this took forever

I saw these labels on Etsy and thought they were appropriate. Eh, who am I kidding, I’ll make more felt succulents at some point in the near future. I do love them.

glitter stash

The other thing I’ve been weird about lately is buying chunky glitter just because I can. I have absolutely no plans for this stuff, but you know how it is when you’re at the store and something just calls to you.

Morgan, buy me.

Morgan, hold me.

Morgan, glue me on stuff.

glitter bottles

I mean. Those bottles with the little corks! Would it be weird to display them in my house? Like on the shelf in the living room, next to photos of my children? I bought these at Target in a 4 pack and… oooh dear Lord, just checked they have more sets in other colors. Come to mama.

Okay this is getting weird, even for me. So yeah. What are you making lately? I really would love to know!

Breathing new life into this old blog

It’s been so stinkin’ long since I’ve been consistently writing on here, I’m having to spread out some of these more personal posts and not overload you with info and gigantic walls o’ text! I have so much to share, so many ideas and dreams that have been stirring up… I know it’s going to be a great year. I’m sure a lot of people are thinking blogging is dead and like, “What’s the point of spinning your wheels when that ship has sailed?”, but I’m all about reviving this dream of mine! I love to write and I really miss the community of bloggers that were once such a huge part of my life.

Last night, I was thinking about my next hair appointment and what I wanted to do with my hair this time (which, I will probably share at some point, not gonna lie). It reminded me of a time when I would consult the blogosphere before, during and after any major or minor life decision I made. I really did take everyone’s comments and advice very seriously! At certain times, I really lost my identity in it all and was making decisions based on what would get me the most approval… I kind of wasn’t thinking for myself. Just being real here!

Writing again has me realizing all the changes that have gone down in my heart since those days. I’m not saying I can’t or won’t receive advice or that I don’t want to interact with everyone — not at all! — I’m saying the necessary shift that has occurred (and that’s still in process) is that I’m not searching for my identity here on this blog. Or in my relationships. Or in how good or bad at _____ I happen to be. That’s where I was living — my personal success or failure depended on how many comments I received, if I had people’s attention, how I could gain and maintain that level of …whatever. And it was a hard, confusing, terrible place to live, let me tell you.

So this time around, I’m not looking at the numbers. I’m not weighing success by what things look like with my eyeballs. I’m stepping out here in 2016 with a renewed vision for this little old blog and none of it depends on how much praise I receive or how Mrs. Priss compares to other sites out there. I’m stepping out here true to who I am, aiming to grow relationships with you all and to keep learning and stretching along the way. I’ve gotten to know myself again, now I want to get to know YOU again too!

I think I just finally realized that I’m driving in my own lane and at my own speed in this life… there’s no rush, there’s no competition, there’s no pressure. Just room to move forward. And it’s going to be much more fun this way!