tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16710838696121124032024-03-19T14:06:46.786-04:00This Whole House::complete or full : not lacking or leaving out any part::Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.comBlogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-41883522361366182892016-07-22T15:21:00.000-04:002019-06-10T22:39:19.264-04:00Saying Goodbye.Standing at Brickhouse Tavern in the heart of Davidson, North Carolina, I awaited some long time friends who had been a part of my life since grade school. It was 2009 and our high school days had long been over and the college memories we once had were soon fading away into our new and very different seasons of life. One was a newlywed, the other was patiently waiting on her one day husband and I had just welcomed home my second baby. We chatted about only God knows what, but over a glass of wine and something fried, I remember this night as being the night that a deep seed was planted in my life.<br />
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Dinner was almost over and as we were closing out the night, my friend sat across from me and started a conversation about my blog. I had just written a post about my anniversary and from there she went on to say words that even she probably doesn't remember.<br />
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<i>"I always knew you were a good writer in school, but I didn't know you were as good as you really are." </i><br />
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I remember standing there and I am sure that my unconfident-self mumbled something with humility or a meek thank you, but on the inside I found myself leaping and surprised. Something resonated inside of me and I left that night knowing that what she said had MEANT something. Something deep.<br />
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You see, I started my blog in 2009 for an outlet of creativity and expression. I was a stay at home mom with a desire to get outside of myself and my daily stack of to-do's and speak words of encouragement to others who may be enduring this same, exciting but also at times very lonely season of staying at home with little ones. I started writing with very little words and a few pictures of my cuties (here is my very first <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html" target="_blank">post</a>). Over time, I began adding more words and extra doses of confidence. With each post I would add a little more personal detail and take small steps of bravery in sharing what I was learning as my faith in Jesus grew, but was also still very young and new. When Wade Nagy lost his job, the safe place of blogging about cute kids and mommy moments soon took a turn down the road of real, raw emotion and hard places of asking God for miracles, provision and new opportunities. You all journeyed with us and it was during this time that not only did our faith grow in our Creator, but I realized that He was using my very story of strife and hardship to minister to others in their hard seasons. I learned that during this time the best way to get out of my hard place of anxiety and doubt was to spend some time in front of the computer writing all the inner parts of my heart for all of you so that our testimonies could encourage one another. I learned that people actually wanted to hear what God was doing in our life, even when it was hard to bare and walk through. People cared and more so, people needed hope. God was creating hope through my blog, through my story and in turn, He was giving me life by simply sharing my heart.<br />
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I would watch in amazement as many of you would share my words and how God used my stories, experiences and thoughts to minister to your hearts. Overtime, I created this confidence in knowing that usually when I LEAST wanted to write and even more when I least wanted to share it to the facebook world, was when He was using me the most.<br />
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Over the last 7 years, you have journeyed with our family through our beginning stages of parenthood, <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2011/11/finally-blog.html" target="_blank">family adventures</a> and birthday celebrations. <br />
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You have ventured into the hard places with us as we endured <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2010/12/count-your-blessings.html" target="_blank">job losses</a>, Medicaid, food stamps and survival that only came because of our God and His many people that helped us along the way.<br />
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You celebrated with us when the <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/answered-prayers.html" target="_blank">miracle job</a> came and you watched our family step into our first <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-new-adventure.html" target="_blank">big journey</a> together as a family of four.<br />
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You rejoiced with us when our family multiplied from 4 to 6 in a short amount of time and you have read about the <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/04/porters-miracle.html" target="_blank">miracles of healing</a> and supernatural breakthrough when our babies were still in the womb.<br />
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You encouraged us and supported us in our dreams of <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-homeschool-room.html#.UyotVfldWGk" target="_blank">homebuilding</a>, starting our own businesses and my <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/03/why-you-need-design-board.html" target="_blank">desires to design</a> and create something new out of old, unwanted things. <br />
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You were my cheerleaders when I poured out my heart when God pried open my hands and <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2015/05/we-are-moving.html" target="_blank">moved me to Florida</a>, leaving behind so many comforts and people I loved.<br />
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It has been a whirlwind of a journey, where some days have seemed like an eternity, while the years have slipped through my fingers bringing much perspective to just how fast this life is really going by. <br />
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<b>Which is why... I am writing my very last post on this blog. </b><br />
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One of the many things that I have learned this past year is, in order to move forward in the new, you must allow God to lay down the old. We constantly tend to want to drag old luggage into the new season that God is trying to create and sometimes, we just need to leave it on the baggage claim. <br />
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I have learned that my sentimental personality is constantly being challenged and molded and that He has some really awesome, NEW things for me down the turn pipe but I just can't keep carrying what He did for me in the past into what He wants to do for me in the future. <br />
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So I am laying it down. <br />
Today, I am writing my last blog and closing the door to This Whole House for good. <br />
I feel myself going back to the words that my friend spoke to me sitting at the booth of Brickhouse Tavern. <br />
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I love to write. I always have. I am not sure how good I am at the actual writing part, after all I am a horrible speller and I often get too lazy to proofread and edit like I probably should. But I love when God uses me and our story. And even behind closed doors, my pen hits the paper almost daily. But as for now this is my new season. A season of where God continues to write our story without the public platform. <br />
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So goodbye, This Whole House. Thank you for being a place that I could share my life with others and watch God speak through it. Thank you for growing my confidence through the successes AND the failures. And Thank <b>YOU</b> for reading. Thank you for all the kind words, encouragement and motivation over the last 7 years. I truly value you who have journeyed with us.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
Tiffany Nagy<br />
(and all of the Nagy people who live in this whole house)<br />
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-44586682701200714812016-07-02T20:19:00.001-04:002016-07-02T20:51:19.089-04:00Greater than ourselves.<div style="text-align: center;">
I wrote this post almost a month ago. Today, marks a year of our drive down from our beloved town of Wilmington NC to Clearwater Florida. It has been one of the hardest, most eye opening experiences, but yet full of sweet growth and abundant memories. </div>
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I wasn't going to share these words with you, but as we celebrated today all that the Lord has done in the past year, I was reminded that celebration usually comes after moments of trial and enduring faith. That most often our greatest accomplishments in life make us sweat and grab hold of Jesus in a real, tangible way. </div>
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I hope this post encourages someone who may be struggling to find perspective in the moment and reminds you of seasons, they always bear fruit at the appointed time.</div>
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<b>MAY 2016</b></div>
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As we approach a year of being on our journey into the unknown, I have noticed that my emotions seem to be across the board wavering from day to day. I know that as women this is one of our greatest gifts, allowing us to carry the compassion and heart of Jesus, but without control these emotions can cause us to venture into territories that are outside of where God is calling us to be.<br />
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Over the last month, I have ventured into this place far too often that I would like to admit. I would awake ready to conquer my day and before 8am, I would find myself in shambles, unable to control my emotions or even put into words what was wrong. Because honestly, everything seemed wrong. My kids were crying too much, school was not going my way, I was too busy, but yet I had nothing to do. I hated living in Florida, but yet I knew that God was calling us to stay put and not jump ship because of our lack of comfort. I was so happy to finally be in a house, after 9 months in an apartment but yet I was stressed about the lack of funds to decorate or the things that "needed to be done." I was the dripping, nagging faucet spoken of in Proverbs and I knew it.<br />
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I felt crazy inside and I think I was. <br />
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I knew that my emotions had taken too much precedence in my life and that I needed to gain control. I was watching a sermon by Lisa Bevere and it struck me to my core. Reading my Bible and encouraging myself through sermons and books have been the only thing that has helped me through this season of change, but something about this sermon spoke straight to my heart and confirmed what I already knew.<br />
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I had laid down my sword.<br />
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I had allowed my circumstances, my thoughts, my sadness to take a higher priority in my life than the blessings that surrounded me. I could not get my stance on sturdy ground because I was filling my life with sinking sand. I was filling my mind with what "I didn't have" and losing sight of what was right in front of me. I had allowed my sense of lack to take control and the enemy was having a blast with stealing my joy. <br />
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But as I let God use the words of Lisa B. to penetrate through my spirit, I began to pick up my sword. I was reminded of powerful prayers. Not prayers of begging. But prayers of power and remembering what I was up against. Prayers that reflect God's heart and use scripture to declare God's will and truth over my life, my circumstances and my emotions. <br />
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I fell to my knees when she finished her sermon and I cried. I cried hard and I repented. <br />
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From that place, I was able to stand on sturdy ground for the first time in 2 months. I felt like my sword had returned and instead of getting angry at my circumstances, I was reminded of the enemy who wants to steal, kill and destroy, which reminded me of my purpose. <br />
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His purpose. Our cause.<br />
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Our reason for living this life is so much greater than ourselves. We are called to be disciples, spread the Good News, share His love by healing the sick, raising the dead and casting out demons. Our cause is not survival. It is surrender to Him and through that place, we are able to lay down our circumstances and pick up our sword, God's word and become powerful warriors for His kingdom. <br />
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It's not about us. It's about Him and our surroundings, our emotions are not to control us, but ENABLE us to grow and become stronger for His kingdom. These emotions can keep us captive in our small worlds of self accomplishment or depression or insignificance, or they can PROMOTE us into seeing life outside of ourselves and a world that is much greater than our inner circles. Our world is dying and needs a Savior, but because God made us to co-labor with Him, He needs His warriors to live from a place of victory, not defeat. He is waiting on His bride to rediscover who they are in Him and take a stance on sturdy ground, holding the sword of Truth. It is through our emotions and our circumstances that we can relate to others, just as Jesus did, as long as we surrender them all to His purpose. My story, YOUR story matters. It all has purpose and it is all a part of His story for the world. <br />
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I want to be a daughter that although I may struggle, I can hold my sword. Holding my stance against the schemes of the enemy knowing that My God will use everything to gain momentum for His kingdom and restore life to His children. <br />
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Eternity minded. <br />
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Greater is He that is in me, than he that is in the world.<br />
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Some of our favorite memories from our first year.</div>
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-6418686660768858442016-05-29T13:19:00.001-04:002019-06-10T22:21:40.795-04:00To RestI was trying to write a blog and every thought I had was interrupted. As I sat across from my 8 year old who was coloring an oversized Elsa and Anna pic, I could not help but notice her inability to just "be quiet." <br />
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As a family of 6, we very rarely have a dull moment, much less a moment to ourselves. This is one thing that I absolutely love about our big, crazy family. I was an only child and my life was full of moments being alone and adapting to the quiet. It is probably the number one reason that escaping to my bathroom with a handful of M&Ms is sometimes my greatest victory for the day. It explains why, when I wrestle with life's questions that I usually tend to want to be alone. <br />
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However, with 3 sisters and a house that is under 1200 square feet, my oldest is lucky to even a minute of silence. <br />
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So when the youngest came down with pink eye and the other two were off with daddy retrieving the needed meds, I found myself sitting across the table from a little girl that was incapable of sitting in silence. <br />
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It led me to think about the women of today, living in a non-stop society full of billboards reminding us that self-achievement and hustle are all part of what it means to be successful. That being idol for even a moment represents lack of productivity and that if you want to make it in this world, being busy is how to do it.<br />
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I love to hustle. I love to be busy. And checking off my list gives me a sense of pride, accomplishment and determination. It makes me feel important. <br />
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But all of this without the ability to be still before the Lord and breathe in what He is saying only builds a false sense of identity. Soon, your hustle, your need to be busy will only create a person that you never meant to become.<br />
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A busy human-being, lacking real purpose and real happiness.<br />
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I want my daughters to learn my work ethic and my drive to be successful. But I want even more for them to see me be still before the Lord. I want them to remember me on my knees posturing my life before the Lord. Not just successfully managing my household. <br />
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How we work is important. But if that is all we ever do, our fruit will be labor in vain. Being still before the Lord and allowing Him to guide and direct our "busy-ness" is the Miracle Grow needed to produce the fruit that lasts for Eternity. And if you have lack a green thumb like I do, then you know Miracle Grow is a key element to a beautiful garden. <br />
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As my oldest hummed, made funny burping noises and wrestled on her knees to sit still, I simply said, "it's okay to be silent. to be still."<br />
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I watched her countenance change and she became comfortable in the need to not say anything at all. She resumed coloring and it was the moment of silence we both needed for those 10 long minutes before the rest of the tribe came busting in the door. <br />
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It's in those moments of silence that refresh us for the hustle and bustle. Let's teach our sons and daughters what God taught us on the seventh day.<br />
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-68264643865559808582016-03-08T13:39:00.001-05:002016-03-08T13:55:04.428-05:00Something NEW.We all love new things. It comes natural, especially to the females, that new things bring about some needed spark to our life. You get new gym clothes, you push yourself a little harder on the treadmill. You give your car a bath and all of a sudden driving to the every day seems a little less mundane. You get the idea. But I think where we get confused (or at least I do) is that in order to receive the new in our lives, we must make room for it by getting rid of the old. <br />
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I love that I have a sensitive heart. It causes me to move out in compassion and sense the desires and needs of people when others may pass them by. However, if I allow it, my sensitivity can cause me to cling to the old in my life. My passion to "cherish it all" can cause me to live in the past, prohibiting me from moving forward into my future. Memories are good and needed in order for us to grow and it's all part of being human (Christ- like), but when these memories cause us to live from the place of "that will never happen again" or "I'll never have that again" and allow us to be trapped in the mundane of "our time has passed" then we are limiting ourselves to a greater purpose and future that God has for all of us.<br />
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Here is just one current example. It's light hearted and as insignificant as it may seem, the emotions of it all were real and something that I have had to navigate through. Almost 8 months ago, our family moved from NC to FL. We had limited resources and time and our family of 6 packed ourselves in a tiny apartment. It was fun. It was tough. It was needed. However the last few weeks have been extra challenging due to mold issues and other things and in the end, the Lord blessed us with a "way out" and released us from our lease. The initial news brought much joy and excitement. The girls began to get excited about their trampoline and the idea of a garden. After almost a year in "the box" they were thrilled to partake in some sidewalk chalk and having their bikes close by. <br />
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Something NEW had entered my thought process and it seemed to be just what I needed to bring about some change and excitement for our large family. I began to envision life inside and OUTside of a home for the first time in almost a year and the fact that I would be able to possibly paint and fix up some furniture again, had me soaring with happiness. However, it wasn't long before these waves of happiness began to change. I found myself stressing about how this "new" home was really old and small and lacked some of the modern advancements of our tiny apartment. I began to obsess about the old carpet instead of the hardwoods that I had loved in our NC home and how much better this would be if only it had "pretty" floors. I also began to fixate my mind on the fact that this process has went wayyyyyyy different than we had imagined. Were we ever going to be able to buy or build a home? Would we ever stop moving? How can I leave behind the memories that have taken place in the apartment in just a few short months yet again? How many more times would I have to "detach" myself from things?<br />
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It was then in His still small voice, I heard<br />
<i>I am always doing something new. It is up to you on whether you allow me to.</i><br />
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I realized at that moment this is just how it will always be. We serve a God that never gets old, boring or mundane. He is constantly creating, doing and moving forward and if we expect Him to change us, lead us and promote us into our calling, we must constantly be in a place of surrender willing to lay down the old and embrace the new. <br />
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We read about the Israelites in the Old Testament. Sometimes I just want to shake them out of their hard headedness. I mean why in the world do they continue to embrace other idols after every miracle, salvation and word that God has continued to pour out among them. Why in the world would they continue to choose a gold statue over a God that parts the Red Sea in front of their very eyes. As hard as it is to read, it is even harder to see ourselves to be just like these stubborn Israelites. <br />
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But we are.<br />
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We continue to eat from His daily manna, breathing in the miracles of the day all to find ourselves feeling "stuck" in the old. We forget to realize that in order for His mercies to be renewed every day, we too must awake with anticipation of what the day will bring and be willing and ready to receive the NEW blessings from our Father. He has all of heaven waiting on us to wake up, ask and then receive. <br />
I think the antidote for "feeling stuck" is being thankful. <br />
Once we can find thankfulness it releases new room within our hearts to receive something NEW that He wants to bring us.<br />
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Today, I started my day off asking the Lord to bring about something new. I had no expectations from Him other than I knew He would deliver, but I told myself that I would live today being more thankful and promised to take more notice in the small things. <br />
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Just an hour later while at the gym, God spoke to me through a powerful podcast and I met a new friend. Both of which would have probably seemed <i>average </i>just the day before, but today it was something NEW and exactly what I needed. Just like those new workout clothes, seeing the NEWness in my day put some extra pep in my step. Being born in the image of The Creator, we were made to create and do new things. We were never meant to live in the mundane, living for only the weekends. However, it starts with a thankful heart and the eagerness to wake up in the morning and tell ourselves, today is the day God wants to DO something new. <br />
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Let's all agree to embrace thankfulness and move forward in His newness daily. I hope this encourages you in someway and I would love to hear how God is speaking to you. <br />
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Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-6631468256986212182015-11-05T14:44:00.001-05:002015-11-05T16:52:47.910-05:00Finding Beautiful ThingsToday, marks four months since we picked up our life and moved to Florida. I wanted to write today to update anyone that cares, but I also wanted to document simply because each time I go back in time to read an old blog post, it brings such perspective into my viewfinder that I cannot help but to be grateful for all that God has done. Some of my most profound words on this blog have come from the middle of a hard place, but yet as I re-read those raw emotions years later, I become grateful that God has chosen me to follow this very path, hard places and all. <br />
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It's in the hard places that life is formed. Renewed and made WHOLE. <br />
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So what has happened in 4 months. <br />
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The first few months were full of weird feelings of living in an unfamiliar town. Everything was new. Even the trips to the grocery store were out of the ordinary and although I was homesick during this time, the sense of adventure of not knowing was something that brought an inner excitement. <br />
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Some time around month three, I noticed that I was using my GPS less and that I was driving while day dreaming. Scary I know, but I think we all do it. Right? This brought some feel good feelings and less stressful trips out with all 4 kiddos, but it also brought in some reality. The reality of... "this is really home." The idea that we are actually going to stay here, the idea that we are now Floridians and soon we will be changing our license plate (which expired 2 months ago but I have avoided this because I am in denial) over to Florida plates began to sink in and it created even more homesickness. <br />
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Some of my greatest friends in the world came to visit followed by a sweet visit from my mom and dad. For several days, I lost sight of where I was and imagined that I was home again. Close to family and friends and all things North Carolina. So you can imagine how I felt when they all left. I may have went into an M&M eating frenzy and chose to stay in "the box" for a few days longer than I should have. <br />
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So why am I telling you all of this? I promise it isn't to bog you down with depressed feelings or make you feel sorry for me. Because amidst all of this, has been such beauty. <br />
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I tell you this because this has been OUR hard place for this season. For once it's not finances, or jobs or health. It's an inner uncomfortable feeling that causes us to ache, but yet it FORCES us to SEEK. That is what pain does. As Believers, it causes us to seek out the good in our life and look around to find the beneficial purposes of all of it so that we can move forward and learn what it is that God is trying to teach us. <br />
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Amidst all of the loneliness and quietness, has been HUGE words from Him that has assured us we are exactly where we need to be. During the "down time" has been great revelation and understanding as we read His word in a greater measure than before when we were too busy to sit down and breath. Amidst the tininess of "the box" has been sweet moments with our girls, intentional time as a family and half way delicious dinners prepared by this mom who once never had time and hated the thought of cooking. There has been such a rest here that is unsurpassable and it has caused us all to reflect on what is ahead for our family. <br />
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It's the beauty in the hard place.<br />
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Although I once said I would NEVER live in Florida (God has such a sense of humor) I do LOVE the warm weather and the beaches it has to offer.<br />
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And you know us Nagy's love to eat. It's been so fun finding our new hot spots to down some yummy food. This one was fried food galore. With scenery to match.<br />
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Sweet mornings with this one. Although I have realized that this one has had absolutely NO discipline in her little life and we have had to do some readjusting, it has been so fun learning her personality while the big sisters are in school. Watching her become a big sister has been such a joy. <br />
And gym time to boot. Who even had time for that before now?!?!<br />
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Hillsong Concerts and time with Wilmington Family who just so happens to be attending South Eastern... so having him near us has been so much fun. <br />
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Visits from NC friends and adventuring out to find new places. <br />
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Celebrating 9 years and dreaming of our 10-year-no-kid-anniversary-excursion with this man that I get to call my husband. </div>
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Getting to know "old" friends much better than before. This gal, I have known since 2011. But now that God has brought our paths closer, I have never been more grateful for this heart of gold that she carries. <br />
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Celebrating this little peanut's BIG day. I may have cried more than appropriate all because the reality of not having a baby any more sunk in, but she had such a fun day. And I loved playing photographer. <br />
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And because we are The Nagy's who love to throw fun, BIG, birthday parties, we invited some of our new friends. God has blessed us already with some great people and we are looking forward to getting to know these people even more as the time passes by. <br />
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So I will leave you with this. Our time here may seem to "stand still" at moments when the days are long and I ache for familiar faces and places, but looking back over the last 4 months, it is evident that God is working out beautiful things in the unfamiliar territory we now call home. <br />
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-86161772615334507912015-10-08T13:43:00.001-04:002016-03-07T20:19:41.385-05:00A Daughter's Heart.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Every morning I grudgedly wake up and head straight for the coffee. Which means I go to the couch and wait for my awesome husband to bring me a strong cup. I bypass the mirror pretty much the whole morning due to the fact that I already know what the reflection will be. Frizzy hair, pale freckly skin and depending on what my baby decided to sleep the night before, I usually have some sort of bags under my eyes. Lord help us if I ever had to get out of the car while dropping off my older two at school. It's usually after the gym that I even begin to address the reflection in the mirror. On most days I am doing good with a shower... even better days actually consist of bronzer and a curling iron. <br />
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Despite the reflection I see or the amount of time I have put into my appearance on that day, it usually never fails that I hear a "You're boooootiful mommy" come my way. Sometimes it's when we are sitting together at the lunch table pondering our goldfish and sandwich and other days it's early in the morning before I have even finished my first cup of coffee. <br />
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I remember my older daughters doing this too when they were that age. The age when double chins and chocolate chip cheeks don't matter. The age when you can wear pink dresses with holes and still feel beautiful because it's a dress. The age when you see BEAUTY for what it really is. The inside.<br />
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Today, as the "you're boooootiful, mommy" words came out of her mouth I recognized my response. The same response that I always give and never really thought about it until today. <br />
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"No, You are beautiful." <br />
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And then we smile and giggle and sometimes go back and forth saying it. Today, for the first time I thought about my response. <br />
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Why do I respond with a "no"? <br />
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I am pretty sure that I have struggled with recieving compliments my whole life. I am also certain that it wasn't until the last few years that I realized that this inability to receive also affected my spiritual life. If I can't receive from people in the natural, how in the world will I ever begin to receive from my Heavenly Father in the supernatural. <br />
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So today... I switched my response. I said, "Thank you." <br />
I watched her eyes light up and we giggled. And then I followed with a "you're beautiful, River" in which she replied, "thank you, mommy."<br />
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I want to teach my daughters how to feel beautiful despite what they may see in the reflection. I want them to sustain the beauty they feel right now, double chins and all, for the rest of their life and in order for me to do that I must teach them how to receive through my own example, so that they will receive the Father's love and encouragement. Even if it is as simple as learning how to receive a compliment.<br />
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My daughter's heart was to encourage me with simple, yet powerful words and now I am going to teach her how to receive that same encouragement back. The kind that speaks to her heart much greater than an image in the mirror. The same encouragement the Lord bestows on every one of us when He calls us<br />
His Beautiful Daughters. <br />
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I want to nurture my daughter's heart with words of love and affirmation, but more importantly I want to teach them how to open their hearts and <i>receive</i> from the One that created us in every detail and Who will complete the work He began <i>in us</i> and <i>through us</i>. When we learn to receive from the Father's heart as daughter's of the King, no reflection in the mirror can hinder the beauty we feel from within.<br />
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-22848103526882626972015-08-19T16:51:00.001-04:002016-03-08T13:43:51.632-05:00ObedienceI have been asked several times since we packed up our whole lives and moved our family of 6 from NC to FL almost 2 months ago, why would we do something so extreme if we never wanted to leave what we loved in the first place. I am guessing those questions arrived from previous Facebook posts about the extreme rain that we've had and comments such as I miss home and of course the plethora of emojis used to describe how much I miss my people. I have been told by several that you can feel the deep emotion I carried when I decided to write about the beginning stages of this journey and how sad leaving everything we loved behind actually was. <br />
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I cannot deny the hardness or the deep ache that I sometimes still feel in large waves when I reflect over the last few months. I also cannot deny that our home here in Florida doesn't feel like home and if I lay in bed late at night and remember the street I used to live on, tears still fill my eyes because I truly miss that place on Tanbridge Road. I also cannot deny that I have spoken to someone via phone or text from our previous town almost every day since we moved and that in itself has brought much needed comfort.<br />
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So why did we do it?<br />
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Today, my girls were out of school due to a maintenance issue and given that this was their first full week of "real" school for these former homeschoolers, I was ecstatic to have another pool day with my girls. After some serious fun in the sun, we made our way back to the apartment. This short walk always seems daunting for my 3 year old because she is so worn out from all of the `swimming, therefore everything, including her feet, weighs about 100 pounds. So you can imagine the extreme whining that takes place on the excursion back. With every step she rattles off almost every excuse not to keep going. Anything from <i>I'm hungry</i> or <i>I too tired </i>to <i>My feet won't work</i>. But with every excuse as to why she can't keep going, she continues to put one foot in front of the other. Once inside, she knows what will come next... nap time. As she tries to state her case of why she does not need to go<i> night night</i>, she looks me in the eyes, grabs my shoulders to step into her dry undies, and continues to climb into bed, snuggles herself with her blanket and begins to cry. As I begin to shut the door, I can see her roll over toward the wall, onto her side as she cries one last plea of frustration.<br />
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As I shut my daughter's door today, I couldn't help but to discover the very answer that I have been asked over and over upon moving here. I had explained it in probably many ways, but this was the first time that He had taken something that seemed complicated in my brain and made it very simple. <br />
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An act of obedience isn't always without complaint or groans or questions of why it has to happen this way. In our experience, an act of obedience has often resembled those in the Bible. More times than not, when God has asked Wade and I to step in obedience it hasn't been a quick decision or a rapid thought that has entered our mind. It may have began with an initial thought but it usually follows with a long process. With every step of obedience has come sacrifice in some area of our life and through this sacrificial obedience has come much growth in our spiritual walk with Jesus. It's hard and its pruning and it doesn't feel good all the time. <br />
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Every time, hindsight has shown us in the past 7 years that God is good and because He can see the whole picture He can make decisions that seem to scatter our lives but in reality these decisions are making us whole.<br />
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So there is my answer. Just as my 3 year old walks in obedience despite her complaints, she knows that I love her and that I have taken care of her thus far in her little life.<br />
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How much more does my Heavenly Father love me? <br />
SO. MUCH. MORE.<br />
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This is why we came. This is why we packed up a 26 foot truck and left behind what we loved to venture into the unknown. We trust Him and when He says go, YOU GO. We may have fought it with our words and our thoughts and we may even have days in the future when we continue to question what He is doing and why He has us here. Ultimately, we know that He is trustworthy and no matter the sacrifice we make, it doesn't compare to the sacrifice He made when He chose US on the Cross. Jesus delivered the most important act of obedience when He said YES to the Father that day in the Garden. <br />
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When you sit on that one thought, no act of obedience or sacrifice can ever compare to what He did for us. <br />
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And just to be clear...<br />
Florida is slowly growing on me. We miss our friends and family like crazy but we are starting to find some really awesome places and people that make this unknown place feel more and more like home. We are thankful for what God is showing us and what He is continuing to do in our lives to make way for His ultimate plan. We are just the vessel and if our act of obedience makes way for the purpose He has of bringing freedom and victory to others, then any sacrifice is worth it.<br />
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Plus, with each Home Goods purchase this box feels more and more like a home. :)<br />
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-6020431588482159452015-08-03T21:31:00.001-04:002015-08-03T21:51:34.450-04:00Our Florida Journey. (4 weeks in.)Today, we have officially lived in the Sunshine State of Florida for one month.<br />
(This is humorous given that it has rained 80 percent of our time here.) <br />
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It's hard to believe that just 4 weeks ago we packed up everything we owned and left the place we love to go on God's great adventure once again. I remember moving day like yesterday and the very thought still brings strong emotions to the forefront. I cried when we pulled out of our driveway for the last time watching the moving van load its final load before the drastic haul down South. I will always remember the prayer from my sweet friend as she wiped away tears from my face standing in the foyer for the very last time. Just one hour before this very moment, I had nursed my baby in the carpeted floor of our bare bedroom, reminiscing over the weekend when we had moved in and those walls that were once covered with a hideous safari green. For the last time, we had eaten Chick-fila with our close friends, standing up in our kitchen, fighting over the Chick-fila Sauce while watching the movers through the garage window and offering them a chicken sandwich. As each box left, the smells of the empty house reminded me of that very day we had closed on our first Wilmington home, just two years (to the date) prior.<br />
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As the last load was being carried out, I decided to walk the halls once more and as I did, tears streamed down my face as I let go of what was before in order to step into what was to become. <br />
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I prayed over each room and I asked that the same blessings that were given to us in that little home, would multiply for the next buyer and that she would appreciate those walls as much as we did. As my friend and I stood praying, crying and letting go, I could feel His strength well up inside of me like never before, ready to carry me through the journey ahead.<br />
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We spent that last 12 hours with family and friends living it up, soaking up every last ounce of the town that we loved and the people that filled it. We met friends at the park the evening before we left and all I can say about this was it will forever be imprinted in our minds. Your words, your faces, your encouragement, your tears... all of it. You stole our hearts in 4 years, but that memory, that moment when we stood back and saw all of you people there to celebrate our new season, that will be remembered for a lifetime.<br />
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The next day and a 12 hour drive later, we had arrived in our new town. As we drove through the sky line of downtown Tampa around 10:30 that evening, I wiped back my own tears because I was overwhelmed, scared and uncertain by my new normal. I couldn't possibly fathom how this small town girl was going to make it in such unfamiliar circumstances. Just before 11pm, we pulled up to our apartment. Our new home. The home I had yet to even see. I believe God had us arrive at night so that I couldn't see "the whole picture" and try to figure it all out. He simply wanted me to climb up those stairs, go straight into our new place and call it a day. Tomorrow, would bring new perspective and daylight and He knew it... Things are a lot less intimidating when the light enters in. <br />
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That night, surrounded by boxes, we poured cheap wine into coffee mugs and rested in our new city. It was overwhelming and sad and exciting and scary and adventurous all in one, but what we recognized right away was that God had been preparing us all along the way. <br />
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God had sent Wade 32 days prior to our new city. He had gone before us, just as our Father does. He had walked through all of the emotions of being scared and lonely and homesick. Therefore, in the upcoming weeks, when us ladies would feel those same emotions (but intensified of course because we are women), Wade could then help us walk through them. Otherwise, I think we would have been one big mess, packed it all back up and called it a short vacation.<br />
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Over the past four weeks, we have journeyed this new life together. We have grown closer as a family in ways that we never imagined and we have navigated through some of the hardest, but yet best of the best times. We have seen first hand that despite how we may feel, God has us here for a divine purpose and we are excited about the days ahead. <br />
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In upcoming weeks, I hope to write about all that God has shown us thus far in our Florida journey and the beginning visions of why we think we are here. And like most of my 33 years, once again God has highlighted that man may plan his path, but God will determine the steps.<br />
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I hope that our story encourages others who are navigating or are about to navigate through unchartered waters. Possibly, our story will give you the motivation you need to propel you into something that God is calling you to do. I hope that this glimpse into our life will somehow help you to know that as we may face fear, God has a plan and has gone before us. As it's been said many of times by some of my favorite people...<br />
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Courage is not the absence of fear. Courage is doing it afraid. <br />
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Thanks for journeying with us.<br />
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Love,<br />
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-37599450511103638442015-06-25T22:29:00.000-04:002016-03-07T20:20:21.529-05:00The Journey Begins.Well, a dose of reality finally hit me today. I think that although I have missed my husband greatly, having the comfort of friends and family to surround and love on me during this time has had me floating around on a surreal cloud of denial, not willing to admit the cold hard truth that I will be moving 641 miles south to a place that I have only stepped foot in for less than 72 hours. <br />
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That cloud of denial ended once the smell of cardboard started to invade my home and the goodbyes started coming in quickly from all the special people in our lives. <br />
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A good friend from out of town came last week and helped me pack up. She started when I was at a doctors appointment and when I returned she had so many boxes already packed and bear shelves were staring me down in sadness. I don't know why this caught me off guard so much... but that is when the inner sting began and I realized that although this was a hard initial act of obedience... it was about to get even harder before it gets easier. From that time last Thursday until today, I have walked through more emotions than I knew I had. <br />
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Moving is hard. I get that. I remember feeling the same way when we moved from my childhood hometown to our dream city of Wilmington. But this time... well it just seems so much more difficult. <br />
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Over the past few months I have surrendered my hopes and dreams of what I wanted to "do" to this whole house of ours. At one time, there was even a hashtag devoted to all of the renovations and goals we had set for this little ranch home of ours. I walked through for weeks letting my dreams go and giving those over to the Lord saying out loud His promises. That one day, we would see our dreams of having a home come to pass. <br />
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I said goodbye to our Christian school that we had prayed about and literally fought for with all of our financial being to keep our first born in a an environment where she could grow in the things of the Lord and be secure in who she is, while being homeschooled part-time so that she could learn what being a BIG sister really means. I said goodbye to all of this and once again spoke the words out loud, that God would restore this dream and that He is a much greater Daddy than we could ever be. He would provide.<br />
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I grew and took great pride in a business of redoing furniture. A gift that I never really knew I had, but found myself loving every minute of it. I surrendered it once I found out we were moving. I knew that God was asking me to lay it down for a season. And it hurt. I didn't want to give it up, but I once again stated out loud His promises. One day He would pick it back up when the time was right and it would flow with even more favor than it had before. <br />
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And most recently, the stuff. Over the last 4 days it is almost as if my belongings have grown legs and walked up out of this house of mine. Wilmington Yard Sales and I have become BFF on Facebook and the girls have grown more and more confused at how many strangers have come to haul off so many things that carry much more than a price tag. But a memory. There was the table that I had purchased from a yard sale right out of college that I paid $25 for and struggled to pay that with my new teacher salary. There was the rug that we began homeschool Kindergarten on and learned how to read while sitting criss cross apple sauce. There was the blanket chest that we had purchased just two short weeks after our honeymoon. And so many more. <br />
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But out of all this hardness... the thing that wrecks me the most is the people. I cannot even begin to describe in words how hard this has been to say goodbye to so many people in this town. <br />
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When the Lord moved us here just 5 years ago, I remember very clearly standing in the kitchen of our new rental home and crying to Wade about not knowing anyone. I questioned whether my shy self could ever meet new friends. I was terrified to drive on the busy roads and what if I got lost? I was nervous about going to parks by myself and I was even more afraid that I would not "find my place." What if no one liked me? I remember all of these fears like they were swirling through my head yesterday. Looking back, God has proven His mighty power simply by how He has grown me, strengthened me and given me a voice that I didn't know I had. He is provided me with boldness and grown me spiritually so much that I know without a doubt that I am not the same person I was just 5 years ago. But through all of that growth, through all of those mistakes of learning my identity and finding my voice, He has given me such incredible friends and community. <br />
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Friends who have loved me through all of the hard places. <br />
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You loved me through the job losses, the times when I cussed and fell to my knees in discouragement because this life is just REAL hard sometimes. You loved my children through some of the most difficult seasons we had yet to experience. When there wasn't groceries, you provided. When there wasn't Christmas presents, you gave. When there was no income, you showed up at our doorstep with open hands. You cooked dinners for this mama when I had babies. And when my husband left for Tampa. You have made my girls smile every Sunday when they came to church. You have spoken beautiful words over their little faces and have given me more journal entries than I can count that one day when they are older, they will read your powerful words and know that God was speaking directly to them. You visited us with every hospital visit and some of you even helped me celebrate a special 5 year old while her little sister recovered in the pediatric center from a bad case of the flu. You filled our backyard with every occasion to celebrate our growing family and you supported every business endeavor we have ever attempted. You shopped our booth when we needed furniture to be cleared out and you hid your tears when we announced we were moving to Florida, simply because you WANTED to be excited for us, despite the real emotion you may have felt.<br />
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I cry as I write this. I just can't write it all. There is no possible way to put the last 5 years of greatness into a blog that would justify our thankfulness for each person who has been a part of our journey. <br />
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The other day, when my friend and I were packing, we took down Wade and I's engagement photo. It's huge and we paid a ridiculous amount of money for a picture that is too big and shows our every flaw because it's so close up. But around that over sized picture are words from those that attended our wedding and written in big, bold letters typed in script writing reads the words "The Journey Begins." I am pretty sure that Wade and I had no clue as to how good, how difficult, how amazing this journey would truly be. Nor, did we realize how much those very words would take form in two lives that didn't even think of Jesus that much when we decided to "tie the knot." It's amazing how God has truly prepared a way for us even when we think we can control it. <br />
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So... as we begin this new journey and as I navigate through all of the mixed emotions and the sacrifices that I feel come with each new challenge from the Lord, I want to say THANK YOU. Thank you for loving us the way that you have loved us. I know there will always be a part of me that will call Wilmington home, no matter where life takes us. <br />
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-91118686596892250002015-06-03T16:38:00.001-04:002015-06-03T17:26:02.185-04:00Home.I am on my second cup of coffee and my fifth chocolate chip muffin. I always thought that if I were leaving for a deserted island and could only take one thing that it would be caffeine. This season of living the single life has proven to differ. let's just hope that when I join my hubs in Tampa that the only wardrobe shopping will be because I need something new, not a bigger waist line. :)<br />
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When I was little I spent most of my days at our family barn. While mom and dad did their thing, us kids put our imagination to good use out in the woods off of a near by horse pasture. What we created was a home. It had floors, a mailbox and even an old, rusty wood stove. I loved it. Leaving was the hardest part and I always begged my parents for just 5 more minutes of play time. I remember that as I got older I played there less and less until we no longer spent much time at the "hide away home." We would drop in every now and then and I would walk back to that section of the woods. Trees had grown through the floor, the wood stove sank more and more into the mud and pretty soon, our "home" had overgrown into a pile of junk. It was sad. And even though my days were spent doing something that I enjoyed better, it was still really hard for me to let go of what was past. I will always have those memories, but watching it change right before my eyes was hard on my heart. <br />
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When I was in 8th grade, my parents decided to build a garage on the left side of our house. I was so excited when they told me the news. I had always loved making a home prettier and now we were going to have a real driveway, you know, concrete instead of gravel, that I could ride my bike up and down. Possibly, I could have a basketball goal, even though I never really liked the sport. But why not? We were moving up BIG time. All of this excitement came to a crashing end once I found out that in order to build the garage, we must cut down the weeping willow trees beside our home. How could they do that? Those were the trees that I had spent my childhood days climbing their huge limbs. Each limb had a different view and if you went really high, the long weeping branches would hide you from everyone around you. Their big huge roots that stuck out of the ground were where my dog and I would lay together. His name was Trouble and he was a Lab- St. Bernard mix. He was gigantic but made to look small when nestled comfortably in those willow roots. The roots curved around like a fat snake and they were perfect to wrap your body into. The long branches made awesome fans and feather boas when pretending to be a princess or the Egyptian queen and its leaves were the perfect size to add to my pea soup when cooking from God's nature. How on earth could my parents erase these precious moments with one day of cutting down these monstrous trees that had spent their whole life forming into something so grand? But the trees came down, the garage went up and my childhood kept on moving right along. Pretty soon, I no longer thought about the weeping willows and it was as if the garage had been there all along. <br />
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So here we are. Almost 18 years later and I could write countless books of how many changes and turns my life has taken, especially since making the decision to live for Christ. But as I write this, I realize that although I have grown from each milestone, it is still very hard for me to cope with change. I have such strong emotion, such ties to the things, the memories that I love. My oldest daughter is pretty much my clone as I find my own self frustrated in walking her through the absence of 1 out of 100 stuffed animals that went missing a few weeks ago. We just get attached to things. <br />
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Now, God has me in the waiting room where things are completely unknown. He is not only asking me to walk away from the things that I love, He is asking me to walk blindly into the things ahead. This is terribly scary for someone like me, but I am realizing that all along He has been preparing me for a time such as this. The hideout and the weeping willows are just two of the thousands that He has reminded me of in the last few days. That when change comes it welcomes excruciating pain within the heart and mind, but it always follows with amazing growth and newness that brings about life to the fullest.<br />
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A few weeks ago, I walked through this house and mourned each memory, each mark on the wall and everything I was going to terribly miss. I had spent so much time in the last two years imagining the walls that would come down, the new flooring that would better our space and the new appliances that would make our kitchen a better home. Once we realized we were moving to Tampa, I wanted to take a mental picture of every ding, every footprint on the wall and capture every smell and flaw of this whole house that we have spent the last two years making a home. I cried a lot and Wade was here to endure it. To walk me through the emotion and to encourage me along the way through this enduring process. <br />
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But now he is 662.4 miles away and although FaceTime is a vital necessity to our relationship these days, my emotions come way to often to ring Wade's phone off of the hook, therefore I have been forced to rely on comfort solely from the Lord. And it's been good. Hard. But good. <br />
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My house has been extra loud at times and believe me when I say that all hell has tried to come against me in the last few days and it has been anything but easy. However, I have had an inner peace that comes only from the Lord. A peace that has allowed me to move forward and push myself to pray more, hand over my feelings in a raw, sometimes un-composed way and spend my quiet time reflecting on how He has been growing me for this very moment all along. <br />
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You see, the Lord doesn't just push you out into your destiny without a plan, without preparing you for the journey. That would be like me pushing my child into the deep end of the pool without giving her any prior swimming lessons. I just wouldn't do that and neither would the Great Creator. He has a plan and He has truly gone before us. He is not going to push me out into deep waters without preparing me beforehand. Better yet, He helps me to swim when the deep waves get overwhelming. There are many days that I feel out of control, but I am learning those are the best days. That He is teaching me to let up my need to control and allow me to come to Him with a clear mind and open hands ready to receive the next steps. The true example of living day to day without having the NEED for a long term plan. He is also teaching me to let go. <br />
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Over the last few days, I have missed my husband so very much. But at the same time I have seen His provision while being here "alone." I have had dinner brought to me by friends, I have had sleep overs full of staying up way too late and I have received countless texts and calls to make sure I am ok. I am also realizing that with each passing day, the Lord is preparing me to give up the "things" around me and realize that my home is where He leads us. My home is where we are all united together and when we are in His Will, that is where Life is. <br />
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That is what I am after. To experience LIFE and life to the fullest. A life that is surrendered and dedicated to my Maker, one that constantly grows, lets go when needed and moves forward until He calls me Home.<br />
My true home. <br />
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-6236070239108252492015-05-12T06:40:00.004-04:002015-05-12T07:06:20.229-04:00We are moving.It's 5am and I am wide awake. This only happens in my life when I am either 9 months pregnant or I am really wrestling with my thoughts of what God is doing in my life. I am pleased to report that it is the latter of the two as to why I am up writing at this hour. :)<br />
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I have been pondering this blog post for the last 3 weeks. Just not quite sure of its wording or even if I should do it. I just didn't have the words yet to explain the fastness of it all and the reality of its hugeness. However, this morning I have laid in bed remembering the past. And I realized that in order to embrace the changes in our future, we must first reflect on the past and how MUCH the Lord has done.<br />
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It was just 4 short years ago that God's mighty hand <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/search/label/Our%201st%20Move" target="_blank">moved us to Wilmington</a>. In some ways in seems like we have lived here our whole lives and in other ways it seems as though it was a blink. I will always hold dear to my heart that weekend that Wade and I both saw the Lord move in such a miraculous way in our situation. Going on year 3 of no job, no constant income and truly relying on the Lord to supply every need, we watched as he put a waiter in our path at a restaurant that we debated to go to because we should have been saving our money for groceries. I still remember that feeling in the pit of my stomach as resumes were being passed and even more when we had the interview out of no where that landed <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/curve-balls.html" target="_blank">Wade at his first job here</a> at the beach, just two weeks later. We embraced 32K for a family of 4, like we had just scored a million dollars. I still remember the day we moved, the excitement in the moving van, the kids waiting to unpack that house, our friends who followed us here to set aside their own tears of sadness to embrace our excitement of this new season. <br />
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Our time here has been such a fulfilled blessing. Within 6 months of <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-new-adventure.html" target="_blank">living here</a>, we had settled in a church that we loved, we had met families that share our same interest, we had joined a community group and we were also expecting our 3rd born. Birthday parties were never that same once we moved here. Let's just say that people in Wilmy follow the "be fruitful" command (as do we) and so it wasn't uncommon to have 20+ kids in our backyard screaming and very few adults at the party. We have watched our own kids become family to others and those that have spoken into our children's life has been so amazing and needed. <br />
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For two years, we lived in a rental that we loved. We brought home our third baby girl, we planted flowers, we met Emma Jane's speech teacher in the neighborhood, we did evening walks pulling a wagon, I trained for my first Half Marathon, we watched Lela walk for the very first time, we mourned the loss of a cat and we celebrated many milestones, ate many cupcakes, set loose countless balloons and had many fun moments in this home. <br />
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On July 4th weekend 2013, just before River's 1st birthday, we finally purchased <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/p/our-1969-ranch.html#.UyoraPldWGk" target="_blank">our first Wilmington Home</a> with the help of my gracious parents. It was such an exciting weekend. With boxes surrounding us, I stood behind the swing set pushing the birthday girl and I will always remember the feeling I felt at that very moment. We had "arrived". Our back yard was full of love that day and for the first time, I felt like we had planted some deep roots. Wilmington was HOME and we were so ever grateful.<br />
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But with all of the greatness, there has been extreme difficulty. Wade has been through several jobs, we've experienced several set backs financially due to things that were out of our control. We have started businesses, we have failed at businesses, we have experienced health issues that has sent us spiraling down financially, we have prayed and experienced extreme quietness from the Lord. We have struggled in ways that at times has made us want to throw our hands up in defeat and call it quits. We have looked at our girls' faces and smiled, while in the back of our minds wondered if we were ever going to be able to get on our feet financially and provide for them in the way that we needed and wanted. I have watched Wade struggle with his purpose while trying to figure out why doors seem to slam shut in his career.<br />
<b>But through it all.... we have made it. </b><br />
We have learned of His goodness and how He provides through His church. We have learned how to be creative and do what needs to be done to pay the bill or get the girls ice cream. We have learned that a short drive down to the water is usually the best medicine when our thoughts surround us and make us believe there is no way out. We have learned how to work hard, use our hands and that sometimes there is a season of literal sweat before the season of harvest. And although there have been many times when we felt weary, our family here has held up our arms and supported us in every way. <br />
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I could reminisce over the last 4 years over and over, without ever getting to the point of what woke me up at 4am. I awoke wondering what our next season will look like, feel like and how it would compare to our season here in Wilmington. <br />
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Just 3 weeks ago, Wade had an interview in Tampa, Florida. There is much more to the story that I will save for another post, however very quickly, just like our last big move, we have seen and felt the Lord's hand over it. We have done very little to "make" this happen. In all honestly, I sort of slammed my foot down and fought like a little kid unwilling to move my ground. Deep down, my spirit craves the adventure. My little self from the time I was a kid has wanted to travel the earth, see the waves of the land and embark on something new all of the days of my life. But my flesh... well, I just want the American Dream. Live in the same house, grow up with the same people and watch my kids go to the same schools and do exactly what I did growing up. I'll even take the white picket fence. <br />
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<b>But God. </b> He always finds a way to challenge us into greater things and push us into our callings. I have learned that when things get uncomfortable, He is usually about to propel you into your purpose, little by little, through a process. We can either embrace it through our own fear and trust that He knows what is ahead or we can tuck our necks back into our shells and never know what could have been. The quote that has been streaming in my head for the past few weeks has been...<br />
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After that, we will join him in our new home near Tampa Florida. Where that new home will be, God only knows. However, He knows the desires of our heart and I have a testimony to prove it. Just as He planted us here, He will also do the same for us there. For the first time in 7 years, we will have provision that pays our bills. One job. No side business, no craigslist ads or pawn shops. But one job, that will abundantly bless our family and propel us forward in our destiny of living a generous life for His Kingdom. </div>
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Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-67532725500179376442015-01-27T11:50:00.001-05:002015-01-27T12:10:24.309-05:00Recognize your StormThis morning my husband told me to read Romans 8. Seems like a simple, easy task. I came in from dropping the older two off at their proper destinations, on time of course, which means that when I returned home the tornado of distraction was all around me. Things out of place, dishes in the sink, beds unmade, laundry everywhere. But I was determined to spend time with Him. I straightened the living room up, popped in a movie for the 3rd born and nursed the babe to sleep. I sat down with my Bible, pen and journal ready to hear from my Father who I desperately needed to be loved on by today.<br />
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Then it happened. The life that surrounds me daily. The life that I love, the life that I call my own, but the life that is really hard sometimes. The door slams, the baby wakes up, the movie gets jammed from little fingers in the DVD player, the tot falls off the chair trying to reach the legos that she could swallow and before you know it I have read Romans 8 twice with absolutely no idea what it says, and the only scribble in my journal was that of my toddler when she saw mommy had a pen. <br />
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I got up and I acted like the very storm around me. I called my husband in tears, I sent out a text to my best friend in frustration and I slammed the bouncy seat (with no baby) down on the table and screamed out "WHERE ARE YOU, LORD!?!?" with tears streaming down my face. As soon as the words left my lips, I heard in my spirit, "I am right HERE with you." <br />
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Calmness began to happen even though I still had tears rolling down my face. I was still frustrated. I was still asking. I was still mad. But I felt calmer. I laid down the idea of a quiet time, turned on worship music and began my daily duties that I do every. single. day. <br />
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As I made my bed, I was asking myself why I became so upset. It's not like the babies planned to ruin mommy's time with the Lord. They were just doing their job, just as I am supposed to do mine. But why did it have to be so hard? I was then drawn to the thoughts I had just prior to sitting down with my Bible in hand.<br />
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This morning when I awoke, I checked Instagram. It was flooded with bloggers who were sitting down with Jesus. Except what was captured in their picture looked so very different than what was found in my viewfinder. There was no coffee with a pretty cup or cozy cute socks over looking a beautifully decorated and clean kitchen. There was no pretty doodling in my journal or a smell good candle burning in the background. The view I had around me was not Instagram worthy. Or was it?<br />
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How many times do we set ourselves up for failure by setting expectations that God never intends for us to set. He sets the bar for our lives and too many times we allow comparison to raise that bar to heights and places that He never intended for us to go. We want things to be perfect. We want them documented in our social media and our minds as the perfect scenario and that we have it all together. But really we are one big mess. Waiting for a Savior to come and speak to us as we slam down the bouncy seat in pure frustration. It was when I came to the end of myself that I heard His voice. It was when I lost control of my flesh, laid it all down before Him in my own childish ways that His spirit came in, just like any Good and Loving Father and He took my hand and said I AM HERE, My Daughter. I am with you. <br />
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My time with Him may not be Instagram worthy. But I am ok with that because it's real. I am learning that I must recognize my season, just as much as I must recognize the storm that it sometimes brings. That yes, things are sometimes chaotic right now and I am running on coffee fumes, but He is still here. He is here in the mundane. He is here in the bed making and the diaper changing. He is here with me.<br />
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After putting the babe in the swing, making the bed and fixing the dvd player, I sat. I sat with my computer, writing this blog with worship music playing in almost silence. My 3rd born danced in front of the TV and my baby smiled at me from across the room. It took this reckless morning of raw emotions to bring me to this point. The point of peace. The Instagram worthy moment. The moment when I realized that this is what it's about. The moments in life when you recognize that this life we call our own, really isn't ours to begin with. That we belong to Him and He loves to allow us to be comforted by Him. He loves when we lay ourselves down to be wrapped in His love. <br />
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Maybe I just needed to write these words for myself. Maybe for my future self when I slam down another piece of furniture in frustration. Or maybe for someone else out there who is experiencing the frustration of His silence. He is with you. He loves you and He is waiting for you to lay it down at the feet of Jesus in pure surrender that you cannot do it all. The comparison is the thief of all joy and you must recognize the storm that surrounds you. <br />
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Peter, he knew and recognized the storm surrounding him but yet he still got up and walked on water to be with his Savior. Peter's faith allowed him to take the first few steps, but then the wind began to overwhelm him and his flesh became weak and flooded him with doubt of what God could do. He then called out to Jesus in despair. And just as Jesus always does, He reached out his hand to Peter. And together they walked on water through the storm.<br />
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I felt like Peter this morning. I tried, I failed, I became overwhelmed and He rescued me. Again. And always.<br />
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-83265562664586875422014-12-21T14:57:00.000-05:002016-03-07T20:20:57.823-05:00Porter RaeAs i take a break from work this week, i want to catch up on documenting some memories. because remember, although i love when God uses this blog to speak and touch others, i write because i love looking back on these words and remembering the past seasons, the past celebrations, the hard places and the journey that our family has been on. I love reading about the many milestones my daughters have achieved and the memories they have made, whether they remember them or not. and I especially love the pictures. those once upon a time chubby cheeks that my girls once possessed are priceless memories and I would totally be devastated if blogger ever pulled the plug on this whole blog thing...<br />
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so here is our latest work of pure awesomeness, sweetness and just plain beautiful little girl that God has given us to parent. born october 19, 2014 and already prepared and destined for greatness.<br />
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Porter Rae has already brought so many blessings and has grown so much since these beautiful pics were taken. I am so excited that we get to raise these world changing mamas. </div>
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Photography by <a href="http://ericboneskephotography.com/" target="_blank">Eric Boneske Photography</a>. He is one talented dude.Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-66461263675788416162014-12-11T11:16:00.000-05:002014-12-11T11:42:16.399-05:00Know Your Season.Since I last wrote, we have welcomed our fourth baby girl into the Nagy mix. I don't think I need to explain why my posts come and go with months in between. However, when the Lord speaks to me in a strong way and He tells me to share it on this blog... I choose to be obedient because I can only assume that there is someone out there that needs to hear these words as well. I love how God gives us nuggets of Truth, not just for us to consume it all ourselves but to share it with others. That is living the Kingdom life. It's not just about us. <br />
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This morning after dropping the girls off at school, we came home. Which is rare because if you have followed my journey on Facebook, then you know that the last few months our furniture booth is my job and keeps me busy these days. But today, I knew that a morning at home was much needed. These type days have become my favorite. With Porter Rae changing each day and having 3 others that have paved the way, I know that this newborn season is the hardest but the most fleeting all at the same time. That one day soon, she will no longer curl her legs when lifted up, she will no longer sleep so easily on my chest and that newborn smell when I sniff the top of her head will soon be replaced with toddler "aromas." </div>
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He softly consumed me with such emotion. I began to cry as I held and bounced my baby girl and I began to see the Lord through her eyes. He was <i>in</i> her. Just as He is <i>in me</i>. I was cuddling with the Lord daily. I was bouncing and rocking and singing with Him. I was loving and cherishing my time with Him each day as I nurtured and took care of my baby's needs. I was exactly where I needed to be in this season, doing exactly what I needed to do. </div>
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Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-62892995549009733502014-10-18T05:54:00.001-04:002014-10-18T05:54:28.966-04:00The Nursery Reveal.It's 4am and I am sitting on my couch staring out the large picture window in my living room and I can literally hear a hoot owl outside. Yes, really. At first I thought it was a pitiful dog. But it's not. It's almost picture perfect besides the fact that am I up at the crack of dawn and this early morning thing is totally not my idea of fun. But after laying in bed for an hour with non-stop kicking in my belly and contractions, I could no longer lay still.<br />
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Don't worry. I may or may not be in labor. It's only my 4th child so surely I am not expected to know when my body is in labor, right? I mean I have only had contractions since 32 weeks and I may have only texted my friend Ashley who is on stand by 3-4 times swearing that it was "go time." <br />
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And now, I am out of words to write. I thought under the light of the moon and the singing from the owl that it would be a writer's paradise and that words would start flowing. But all I can think about is breakfast and how it should be served no matter what time you wake up. Which is why I think God gave me a family... otherwise I may be a Marriot traveler just so that I can wake up to the complimentary breakfast and coffee. <br />
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I wanted to wait and show you once the final touches were in place and when every picture was hung nicely on the wall... but as I have realized with this whole house transformation, that "our thing" is always a process. And money doesn't grow on trees. So if I waited until my idea of "perfection" you would probably see the nursery reveal when baby #4 is two years old. <br />
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One of my favorite gifts. Ever.</div>
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See those hideous closet doors? Those can be found in every room of this whole house and redoing the nursery was the perfect excuse to get rid of the first set!! </div>
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This dresser was mine when I was a little girl. My father in law painted it darker brown when Emma Jane was born, but it was wayyyy past a color change. However I love that each of my children have at one time had a piece of my own nursery in their room.</div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">And the walls. Almost a year ago, my Wade Nagy patched all the nail holes and place where the 1970's wall radios were found. And I have been looking at these spots ever since. A great reminder of the "process."</span></div>
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I started with painting the dressers. I used Annie Sloan Paris Gray paint and clear wax and allowed for some light, very light distressing. </div>
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I also changed the knobs (which were originally spray painted black) with touches of Silver Guilders Paste. (I have raved about this product <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/01/bling-bling-our-first-give-way.html" target="_blank">here</a>)</div>
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Wade Nagy got busy with the wainscoting and the new closet doors. Because he is a builder, he snagged this wood and closet door for less than $200. Perks for sure.</div>
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My friend, Ashley, scored this awesome twin bed from one of their flip houses, just as I was getting tired of waiting for one. But then He provided as always. This freebie was worth the wait. </div>
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I lightly sanded to remove the shiny finish and then painted with Annie Sloan Duck Egg Blue and clear wax. I considered distressing, but decided I wanted to stick to the solid look.</div>
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And then to my surprise, I was given this beauty. My friend, Hannah, gave me this to sell in our vintage furniture booth but I knew when my eyes met this pretty thing that it was going no where except the nursery. And I love it.</div>
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Next came the dreaded crib. I actually thought about spray painting it because I was totally overwhelmed by all of the bars and my 37 weeks pregnant belly. </div>
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Start by lightly sanding the crib's finish off. Remember the chew marks? I do not want that happening again. So I sanded the top bar all the way down to the original wood in hopes that the paint will adhere and last through the future chewing. I am hopeful, for now anyways.</div>
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You can find this Pottery Barn Bedding Set (<a href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/products/genevieve-nursery-bedding-set/?pkey=bnursery-bedding-sets&" target="_blank">here</a>).</div>
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And this perfect monogram is from one of my favorite places, <a href="http://southernnest.com/" target="_blank">Southern Nest</a>. </div>
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She is amazing and you should totally venture on over to her website.</div>
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And here is my precious 3rd born sleeping in her big girl bed for the very first time. We wore her slap out at the beach, then laid her down in her bed for nap. She cried for 2 seconds and then we captured this sweet moment. Trust me, this is the only time this angel is still.</div>
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And one last comparison and then hopefully I can get some sleep on the couch as I no longer can see the moon which tells me morning is just around the corner. Along with the 5:23 am on the clock.</div>
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Just need a rug similar to this <a href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/products/mckenna-rug/?pkey=cgirls-rugs&" target="_blank">one</a> and some wall decor, but already this is one of my favorite rooms in this whole house.</div>
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-985822896234760872014-10-13T17:04:00.000-04:002014-10-13T19:26:38.901-04:00carry it well.my last post was august 10th. over two months ago. so much has happened during our time apart i'm sure, but as of now there is only one thing that i can think of that is still the same. <br />
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i. am. still. pregnant.<br />
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my actual due date is not until the 20th of october, but yes, i am one of the many that has fallen into the belief that MY baby will arrive early and completely deprive me of those last few agonizing weeks of swollen feet and the need for an oxygen tank in order to walk from my house to the car. but she hasn't. she is nice and snug and i have come to acknowledge the idea that she may be in there for the long haul. 40 weeks that is it.<br />
no more. any more than that should never be allowed.<br />
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the reason why i was compelled to open my laptop instead of snoozing on the couch was despite all of the moaning and groaning i just did in the above paragraph, i actually wanted to write about this beautiful thing called pregnancy. <br />
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i have never really enjoyed pregnancy if we are being transparent. i say that with so much delicacy because i know that a lot of people would wear my complaints, plus some just in order to be pregnant. so please hear my heart on this. i am so lucky to be able to carry my own children. however, it's tough. i will never tell another women or my kids for that matter that being pregnant is a piece of cake. if there is a side effect of being pregnant, i have experienced it. sure on the outside, i carry my belly well, i don't gain a ton (only 50lbs, but i am tall) of weight... but on the inside my body trembles at the thought of being pregnant one more time. <br />
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i knew the day i found out about baby #4, that our family was complete. i just knew it. my husband and i never would have guessed that one day we would be a family of 6. there was even a day, believe or not that we considered only having ONE child. i honestly can't imagine how differently our life would have been, had God not changed those plans. if you had asked me 6 years ago a few things i would NEVER do, those things would consist of driving a mini-van, homeschooling, giving birth naturally and buying fruit snacks in bulk just to have something to throw backwards while driving around the hungry vultures in the back. <br />
those are just to name a few. and i have done all of them and then some.<br />
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but pregnancy. i sit here and my whole body hurts, my varicose veins are bulging up at me and i have to pee. for the 100th time today. but i stare at my belly in disbelief that God would choose me to do this, not once, but 4 times. that he would choose me to carry life. life in which He created. life in which He has purposed. He chose me to nurture, feed, soothe and actually BRING life into this world. i don't know why. <br />
i don't have to know why in order to know that it is B I G. very big. <br />
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i wanted to write this blog being very pregnant. because one day i will miss the ability to tangibly carry life. i may even miss the swollen ankles and the jacked up thyroid. but i know that as this season of "toughness" leaves and a new season of life enters the nagy home... that one day i will look back and think how quickly these last 9 months flew by. how quickly the last 10 years have gone. and so on.<br />
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that no matter the struggle, the outcome will be good and it will be blessed because that is what my God has promised me.<br />
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it occurred to me that in a few weeks or whenever this babe decides to make her debut, that i will no longer carry tangible life on the inside of me. and there is a part of me that gets very sad at this one thought...<br />
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but then i remember that i carry life in a whole different way. life that is in my words, my actions, how i raise my kids and the justice that i stand for. <br />
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whether you are pregnant with your first child, your 4th or you have never been pregnant in your whole life, YOU carry life. you as a woman, carry meaning. you have the ability to change the lives of others by what you stand for, what you take action upon and what you do to change the world we live in. we can either sit around and complain about swollen ankles and or current circumstances, or we can get up, walk through the swollen places in our life and move on toward bigger and better things. never do we as women, have to sit and do nothing. He created us with a passion to carry life, His greatest possession. <br />
i think that qualifies us to stand up and make a difference. <br />
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i want to encourage you that just as this one season of change for me is ending, a new season of life is just around the corner. the areas that i am leaving behind, may make me sad, but the new is going to bring much joy and satisfaction. just as in any part of our life, when one thing dies, God is bringing about something new, something alive, something that is going to bring you growth and enjoyment. <br />
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let what is dead in your life be removed and move on. He is ready to bring about something new. <br />
debt, divorce, failure, you name it... whatever it is that you are carrying, carry it no more and choose to carry life as a woman of faith.<br />
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that is why HE created YOU. you only get one life. so carry it well sisters.<br />
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and here are a few of the amazing images of my very 1st maternity shoot that my friend blessed me with. <br />
i am beyond thankful to have captured my last baby bump on camera. <br />
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-32136035153910788522014-08-10T17:22:00.000-04:002014-08-10T17:22:29.623-04:00ONE year later in This Whole House.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
A little over ONE year ago, July 4th, 2013 weekend we moved into our first home here at the beach. After nearly 2.5 years of renting, we were ready for the undertaking of renovating an old home and turning it into a home of character and style. Although the journey has not been as quickly as hoped, I am amazed to look back over the first year and see what all we have accomplished. I think it's important to do this in all areas of our life... it reminds us of the many blessings that outweigh the circumstances that try to bring us down. </div>
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I remember moving day felt a lot like a game of Tetris. Lots of stuff with no where to go. I think I cried a few times from all of the emotions. Thankfully Pastor Sam gave me a big hug that day and told me how much he loved my house. Even if it were a lie, I needed to hear that.</div>
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You can see all of the BEFORES on closing day of This Whole House (<a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/p/our-1969-ranch.html#.UyoraPldWGk" target="_blank">here</a>). </div>
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Just two days after this picture was taken we celebrated a sweet ONE year olds birthday. </div>
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I think we managed to clean it up pretty well. Just hope no one looked in the garage that day. :)</div>
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We soon found out that the previous owner of our new home, had 4 German Shepherds, hence the horrendous smell in the garage. First step was a good pressure washing and painting the brick. It took the smell right out and thanks to my father-in-law we had some free labor.</div>
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We purchased speciality paint from <a href="http://www.sherwin-williams.com/" target="_blank">Sherwin Williams</a> so that the brick would not absorb the paint.</div>
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See the gray brick. Made such a huge difference and made the garage feel much cleaner and bigger. There are still some things we plan to do to make this space more suitable for Wade Nagy and his many tools.</div>
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And who could forget that my first born gave her life to the Lord just 3 days into homeschooling and was baptized at the beach just a few weeks later. Read this post (<a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/02/socially-accepted.html" target="_blank">here</a>).</div>
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This whole house was full of character (hear the sarcasm) when we bought it.</div>
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The old school intercom/ radio system, the wallpapered light switched and the harvest monkeys that welcomed us at the back door. All of which HAD to go.</div>
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Our first Christmas and our first fire. I love a real fireplace and I have never had one. Until now.</div>
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The free pallet projects which you can read about (<a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/01/pallet-sofa-table.html" target="_blank">here</a>).</div>
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so you can find my Chalk Paint Tutorial (<a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/01/how-to-paint-furniture.html#.Uyos7fldWGk" target="_blank">here</a>) and the details of this awesome Play Closet (<a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-renovated-play-closet.html#.UyotGvldWGk" target="_blank">here</a>).</div>
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DIY projects like this one (<a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/05/pallet-project.html" target="_blank">here</a>) kept me busy throughout the winter months and the girls are so excited about sticking a red nose on this new friend at Christmas time. </div>
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We had lots of parties, play dates and celebrations, including this popular post (<a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/04/our-frozen-inspired-birthday-party.html" target="_blank">here</a>) about our Frozen Party that we had for our 6 year old daughter. </div>
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My little ballerinas completed their first full year of dance. They made mommy and daddy so proud. </div>
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Soon Spring arrived and the deck furniture needed some love. Here is one of the chairs that I sanded, stained (color: Gunstock) and added a few Target Outdoor Pillows (<a href="http://www.target.com/p/threshold-2-piece-square-outdoor-toss-pillow-set/-/A-15026240?ref=tgt_adv_XSG10001&AFID=google_pla_df&LNM=15026240&CPNG=Home+Decor&kpid=15026240&LID=25pgs&ci_src=17588969&ci_sku=15026240&kpid=15026240&gclid=CJjg0Nv0hsACFahj7AodaUAAsQ" target="_blank">here</a>) which made this oldie look brand new. </div>
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Wade Nagy built this chair back in 2002. It's one of my favorites. </div>
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And with all the mad skills my hubby has, Wade Nagy started his own company this year. </div>
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River Oak Construction and Design, LLC.</div>
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And finally, our first year had come to an end. And even though there was a lot that still needed completing (virtually every room except the <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-homeschool-room.html#.UyotVfldWGk" target="_blank">office</a>) we are still happy with the progress and the fact that we can call </div>
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Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-57315798630845400692014-08-08T16:05:00.003-04:002014-08-08T16:43:34.469-04:00Oh Hey FridayIf you follow my blog, you will notice that as the seasons change, so does my dedication for blogging. One week I am throwing 3-4 posts at you and then I leave you hanging for months on end. That's what 3 kiddos and 1 on the way will do for you. Plus an attention span of about 5 minutes. And I wonder where my 6 year old gets her sporadic need to change things up. <br />
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So for some added motivation and accountability to my blog, I have decided to join another fun Friday link-up. "Link-up" is a fancy blogging term used to connect fellow bloggers together. <br />
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Every Friday I will post about 5 things. I have no idea what these things will be so stay tuned for probably the most random five things this gal can come up with on Friday. Cause by then, my mind is usually toast and my body is screaming for an extra set of hands to come rescue me for the weekend.<br />
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Here are five of my favorite things from the wedding shower that I promised to <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/06/diy-wedding-shower-approved.html" target="_blank">post</a> about (but never did). Let me just say... the wedding shower was beautiful, but had absolutely no comparison to the bride and the wedding that took place this past weekend. The bride was shining and the groom, well the tears of a heart that had waited on his beloved were shed that day. It was truly a moment from the Lord and I was thankful to be a part of it.<br />
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I would be lying if I didn't tell you that this pregnant mama taste tested this yummy drink. </div>
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The Cage of Blessings was full of funnies, prayers and advice for the soon-to-be married couple.</div>
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The table that Wade Nagy built for <strike>me</strike>, I mean the wedding shower. This has become one of my most favorite pieces of furniture that we own. I love eating outdoors as a family.</div>
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These gluten-free heavenlies were made by my friend Ashley. To the left was the 30 something cupcakes that were served to the guests. But to the right was my secret stash that was left over for "mommy's nap time." </div>
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-48095785557821018872014-08-07T19:20:00.000-04:002014-08-08T16:11:11.034-04:00Restless and Ready.Some may call it pregnancy hormones and others may simply see it as me stressing. I am ok with both of those answers, but what I am not ok with is the inability to release the restlessness in my heart, my mind and here lately my actions. <br />
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The last few months our family has had some major changes... pregnancy, jobs, just to name a few and we are still hurdling over the financial difficulties that I have expressed over and over on this blog. I have a deep spiritual restlessness inside of me and I am so ready for the miracle. Almost to the point where I am trying to MAKE things happen. Which is never a good thing. Or a God thing. I was thinking about this and it dawned on me how much this lines up with what I am going through in my own body. <br />
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I am currently 7.5 months pregnant. It is almost mid-August and the heat is scorching hot. I cannot check the mail without literally sweating my face off. Not to mention that this is child #4. Not that I do not see pregnancy as a gift, because I certainly do, but I would be lying if I said I loved how I feel when I am pregnant. I am over it. I am ready. I have felt the presence of a newborn baby fresh out of the womb. I have experienced the first cries and the ability to nurse my child for the very first time. I have taken in all of the smells of that newborn smell (with a little help from Dreft) and I have watched that sweet baby cuddle up in my arms with its legs curled up under that sweet little tushy. And I am ready for it N O W. I am ready to meet my sweet girl. If I could skip the next 2 months, I gladly would and go straight to holding my sweet daughter. <br />
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I feel the exact same about the process of waiting on God. I am beyond ready for the miracle. So ready to see what God is going to do with this huge mountain that seems to constantly stand in our way. I am ready for the mountain to be casted into the sea and for deliverance to come once and for all. I am ready to see my God move and I want to see it now. <br />
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Why must every day feel like another waiting session? Why must it seem so dreadful some days waiting on the One that could change everything with one word. <br />
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I guess for the same reason that if my body went into labor right now, I would immediately start praying that God would stop it. Because as much as I am ready for this baby, she is not. Her body and her lungs need to develop more and her main nutrients to do so are found deep inside of this perfectly made womb that God has placed her in. He is not done creating this little girl inside of me. And as a mother who wants the best for her child, I am willing to wait. I am willing to wait through the hot sweats, the swollen ankles, the varicose veins and the abundance of hormones all because I know the outcome will be perfect when she is<br />
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Which leads me to my place of restlessness. I want the miracle now, but I want the capacity in my mind, my heart and my spirit to hold the miracle that He has for me FIRST. Before He gives me the miracle, I want to be ready spiritually so that I don't ever lose sight of the One who gave it to me. I want God to fully develop His perfect plan for my life and as much as I am having trouble being patient, I am willing to wait because I know it will be T H A T good. <br />
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Is the wait easy? HECK NO. But I am choosing to focus on the final birth of the miracle. I fully believe that tonight as I struggled to believe His goodness for my life, that He ever so kindly used this big belly of mine to softly remind me of the miracle in the process. That we all have a womb that is being knitted together by Him, for us and that the wait may be hard, but it will produce LIFE in the end. <br />
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Now if we could just get God to work on a 9 month, trimester type basis that would be great. :)<br />
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Until then, it's a daily renewal. Waking up each day with the attitude of "Today Is The Day" and lying down each night letting go of all the moments when patience was not your best quality. And starting over the next day believing for the same thing from the same God who is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.<br />
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-3331856253829908652014-07-09T15:26:00.000-04:002019-06-11T06:38:52.311-04:00Craving the Adventure.When I was a little girl, I could do anything. I could soar the skies as an airplane attendant and see the world. I could give all of the needy food and clothes and make sure that their lives were filled with love. I could ride a horse across the US and ski the Colorado mountains. I could live out any dream I had in my little, vibrant mind. The world was mine and it was just an arms reach of achieving pretty much anything I wanted in my life. <br />
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But the reality of my life was quiet different. I was a quiet, often a shy little girl that wanted to please everyone that came across my path. That niceness and that compassion was often a gift but it also led to insecurities as I watched friends come and go in and out of my life. My childhood consisted of turning mud pies into lavish cakes and old beer cans into delicious island smoothies, as me and some other childhood friends managed to build a fort away from home deep in the woods near the family barn and create a place of our own. We didn't have much, but we sure did have an imagination. I remember once we piled up sheets of old tin left over from the barn roof, on the ground. Our purpose was to make a trampoline. And it worked. We never told our parents cause we knew that we were jumping on a tetanus shot waiting to happen... but once the jumping began, that old tin turned into the best trampoline we could have ever imagined. The logs that we had to climb to get over to the treacherous swamps were really mere logs that had fallen over a small spring of water. But in our minds it was an adventure to be had. We had the time of our lives in those woods that was just yards from the busy interstate 40. But in our minds, we were hours away from our normal lives and we had created something great. Something we had dreamed about.<br />
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Now let's skip to College. And with that season the infamous question arose. What do you want to major in? I remember the words rolling off of my dad's tongue as I received the letter of acceptance to Appalachian State University. I was standing in the kitchen with my new college packet as a young 17 year old who had just got home from cheerleading practice whose primary concern was what I would wear to school the next day. Basically he had just asked the question...<br />
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What do you want to do with the R E S T of your Life. <br />
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I remember my response to this day. I wanted to be a teacher. And as the words left my mouth I remember the doubt that I had felt inside of me at that very moment. It was as if I had just sentenced myself to a lifetime of an endless career with no way out. I felt like I had determined my whole life in one plan by just determining my career choice. Now this may be ok for most, but I remember the sickening feeling I had at that very moment.<br />
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I spent the rest of my college years pursuing Elementary Education, but considered changing my major at many times throughout. Once I wanted to be a Park Ranger so that I could hike the Appalachian Trail. The other was maybe I should be a photographer so that I could work for the National Geographic, travel the world and take pictures of animals that I am terrified of. Bad idea. I am barely capable of taking a decent picture with an iPhone and I am pretty sure that anything larger than a dog should be behind bars. <br />
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So what was that? Why was I determined to set myself on a path of becoming one thing, but yet I wrestled with constant dreaming, constant ideas, constant desires of more. I craved an adventure. But that wasn't supposed to be... I was supposed to start a career, work, retire and then I could enjoy life before I kick the bucket. Wasn't that how it worked?<br />
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I became a teacher in the year of 2004. I spent one semester in the classroom and I then stepped into other careers. Surprise, Surprise. Several careers actually. I returned to what I knew which was the classroom and I stayed there until I had my first child. <br />
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I loved being a stay at home mom. I still do. There is never a day that goes by that I am not thankful for my time here with my children. There is not a day that my life as a mom is not an adventure. It changes every day. <br />
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But I am craving more. I want to continue dreaming even at the age of 32. I don't know that I ever want to answer the question of "what do you want to do for the rest of your life" with one simple answer. My prayer is that God would continue to take me out of my comfort zone and send me on the adventures that I dreamed of as a child. That even as an adult, that I would dream of finally seeing those Colorado mountains and visiting other countries to save the world one person at a time. I pray that He will bring me into places that some are afraid to go and that He would show me places that blow my imagination away. And mostly I pray that when I leave this earth, that when my girls talk about their mother they will say, "she spent her whole life living her God-given adventure, unafraid, unhindered and unwilling to stop short of what God had for her."<br />
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I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. And part of me prays that I never do. That I am able to live my life with continued dreams, hope and craving the adventure. And I mostly pray that these cravings, that they will lead to me doing. That when the time comes, that I will not cling to what is comfortable or what I know to be the "safe thing" but that I will hop on board with complete trust in who my Father is and the plans He has for me. <br />
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Until that day, my adventures of kid tantrums, the buzzillion life questions I answer in a day to my kids, the tears that I wipe clean along with the kisses and hugs, are perfect training ground for my next big adventure. I feel certain that at the age of 32... my life is just now beginning.<br />
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-89379297358500794512014-06-12T10:19:00.000-04:002014-06-12T10:19:46.857-04:00Just Dance!!<div style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Century Gothic', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;">
<span style="border: 0px; font-size: large; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;">“From the oldest of times, people danced for a number of reasons. They danced in prayer… or so that their crops would be plentiful… or so their hunt would be good. And they danced to stay physically fit… and show their community spirit. And they danced to celebrate.” And that is the dancing we’re talking about. Aren’t we told in Psalm 149 “Praise ye the Lord. Sing unto the Lord a new song. Let them praise His name in the dance”? And it was King David – King David, who we read about in Samuel – and what did David do? What did David do?</span></div>
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It's one of the greatest movies of all time. Or at least in my book. To this day this movie will make me jump to my feet and break it down as if I am a student at Bomont High experiencing my first prom. And I am not a dancer. But it doesn't matter... I feel like one when I am dancing along Ren McCormack. His passion about dance carries over and inspires those around him.</div>
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When I was in kindergarten, my mom signed me up for ballet at the American Dance Academy. I remember being so excited to start. But then, my next memory is doing leaps across the dance floor. While everyone else's resembled a graceful deer leaping across a meadow, mine, well, it looked more like a spastic frog hopping from one lily pad to the next. It wasn't good. Or so I thought. </div>
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Comparison with my neighbor started at a very young age for me. I wished that I had not cared so much or instead allowed it to motivate me to push forward. However, I allowed it to let me quit. After 3 years of dance, I called it quits. But the truth is, I had quit long before that. I had made it up in my mind that I was not a dancer. Dream over. I got my trophy and that was enough for me. But I never stopped loving dance. I have always loved dance. Sure, the cheerleading dancing that I did in high school was fun and proms, well I was always the white girl who thought she could dance, but it wasn't the same. I loved ballet. I loved the movements, the grace, the strength. Still do.</div>
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That is why when I had my first little girl, I knew that dance would be her first activity. Thankfully, I have a house full of girls and they all love to dance. This past year, I watched my oldest two blossom in their dance class. Their teacher spoke life into them with every move, every step and taught them so much more than positions and coordination. She taught them confidence. She taught them how to believe in themselves and that dance is fun. I watched them leap across the room, unafraid without the slightest concern of what others thought. They were inspired by one another and they saw dance in a way that I wished I had as young girl. They came home and practiced as much as possible and even taught their mama a thing or two. </div>
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The best part was when I started to see this "dance" take place during worship music. Every morning, we take some time to listen to music. Sometimes the girls play, sometimes they color and sometimes they dance. When the dancing starts in the kitchen, I usually stop whatever it is I am doing... straight out of awe. You can literally feel His presence as they welcome Him in with their pure hearts and their dancing. </div>
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Everyone should dance. I don't care if it's the graceful deer or the spastic frog... just dance. Dance until you feel better. Dance until you find peace. Dance until you laugh at yourself. Dance until you are inspired. </div>
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Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-78602857661877707952014-06-10T10:50:00.000-04:002014-06-10T11:07:17.888-04:00DIY Wedding Shower ApprovedWade Nagy and I had a productive week. Nothing like hosting a wedding shower at your home to give you that kick that you need to get back on the renovation train. It's easy with 3 kids and one on the way to lose sight of what "needs to be done." After all, all of the speckled walls had become home and the unsightly decor that I had hanging outside had just become an easy solution to fill a wall. <br />
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But that's not always the best. I have learned that sometimes less is more and a blank wall is sometimes better than outdated decor. <br />
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I was hosting about 30 some peeps in my home. So I knew that the outdoors needed to be utilized in the best way possible. We worked on some furniture (which I will show you later) and had the back deck looking much better. Until I came to the doorway. And there it was. The chicken that I have had since we first got married. Granted, Wade Nagy and I used to have chickens. Their names were Yosef, Claudia, Tyson and Purdue. All of which left this world in an unimaginable way, in which we quickly learned that we are not the best chicken owners. So the only chicken that survived was this lovely thing. And to be honest, it should have probably died with the rest. Or at least stayed back with the old farm house we used to own. <br />
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I needed a quick fix. I had this letter in a closet left over from a project that I never completed. (this happens a lot). So with some spray paint and some burlap (that I used for the wedding shower), my new decor was simple and clean. And highly resembled the one I just showed you on this <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/06/front-door-flair.html" target="_blank">post</a>. But oh well. I still believe it to be an improvement from the rusty old chicken.<br />
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Start with a can of Indoor/ Outdoor Spray Paint. Allow to dry. I then tied burlap string and topped it off (mainly to cover the nail in the brick) with a thicker burlap fabric. Both can be found at <a href="http://www.walmart.com/search/search-ng.do?search_query=burlap+&ic=16_0&Find=Find&search_constraint=2637" target="_blank">Walmart</a>.<br />
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Then, there was the painting of the walls... Wade Nagy pulled this off in just the nick of time. We both agreed that we should have said goodbye to the speckled spots a long time ago. Our living room and hallway now feel like a fresh, clean space.<br />
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This was me testing the color because the lack of faith I had in Wade Nagy when he chose something different than I had originally chosen. But I LOVED it. And that is why we make a great team.</div>
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And then there was this... The Fireplace. <br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">Now this was one of those things that I knew needed to be done, but had dreaded the task. That was until I knew 30 people were coming to my house and boom... motivation had reignited. </span><br />
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The first couple hours were fun. I loved seeing the new, fresh color roll over the dingy white. But after the 2nd day, I could have tore down the whole entire fireplace and called it a day. <br />
The mortar... Oh. My. Goodness.<br />
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So if you think you have the sanity for this project... Then at least allow yourself more than 2 days to complete the task. Start with a small roller (made for brick), then use a 2-3 inch <a href="http://www.purdy.com/products/brushes/xl/xl-cub/" target="_blank">Purdy Brush</a> to get deep inside of the mortar. The color of this paint is <a href="http://www.sherwin-williams.com/homeowners/color/find-and-explore-colors/paint-colors-by-family/SW7024-functional-gray/" target="_blank">Sherwin Williams, Functional Gray</a>.<br />
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Now that its D O N E... I love the results.</div>
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Learn how to make this pallet deer (<a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/05/pallet-project.html" target="_blank">here</a>).</div>
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In a few days, I will show you the outdoor furniture that made our deck sing in gratitude and I also will have some really cute dancers who rocked it last week in their dance recital. Plus... I know you want to see some pics of the wedding shower... It was such a great time and the bride, well, she's a beauty.<br />
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Here are some sneak peaks for the next few posts...<br />
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Early Sunday Morning breakfast at our new outdoor table. </div>
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and just a sneak peak of the wedding shower. More to come.</div>
<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-74473359277648811442014-06-03T12:00:00.001-04:002014-06-03T12:00:34.750-04:00Front Door FlairAt the beginning of Spring I had this beautiful burlap wreath with our letter N nicely displaced for all of our visitors. I was particularly proud of this wreath because I had made it last summer using scrap burlap, a wooden letter that was given to me and an old wire wreath form that I had stolen off of an ugly old wreath. So virtually it was FREE. And that made it even more beautiful.<br />
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But the only guests that my wreath really impressed was not of the human kind.<br />
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Apparently, beside from the fact that it was free and pretty, it was also cozy. Or at least according to the neighborhood birds that decided to make this cozy burlap their new home. What started out as one bird, eventually turned into 3 as their trust grew around us and knowing that as we walked up to the doorway we had no intentions on harming them. Sounds cute doesn't it?<br />
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Well, it was absolutely adorable. Right up until they got so comfy that they decided not to leave their cozy coupe while dropping their business right down the side of my door. Every. Single. Time. And it added up. I soon had a spread of that grossness lining my doorway and after about a week, their cozy little home came crashing down. <br />
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I managed to save the letter from the wreath and I also managed to fight back the tad bit of guilt when I would see those little birds fly up and look for their home. The reminder of their "left behinds" kept me focused on creating something new, cheap and not-so-bird-friendly.<br />
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So here was my project.<br />
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Thankfully I had some left over burlap, so all I needed to purchase was a backless frame from Michaels, using their awesome 40% off coupon.<br />
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Cardboard (I used an old box)<br />
Frame<br />
Burlap<br />
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Glue Gun<br />
Wooden Letter (Painted)<br />
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Here are all the items laid out. I couldn't decided if I wanted to use fabric or burlap. </div>
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I wrapped the burlap around the cardboard like a Christmas present and hot glued everything else in place. Then pop the burlap piece in by placing a small amount of glue around the inner edges and boom. You have a new, non- bird friendly front door flair to add for all of your guest. </div>
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-48307073460713675272014-05-16T11:23:00.000-04:002014-05-16T11:23:20.918-04:00Pallet Project.Several, I mean several months ago I showed you the awesome, simple and cheap pallet sofa table on the blog (<a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/01/pallet-sofa-table.html" target="_blank">here</a>). I also showed you the pallet sign that Wade Nagy made for me and told you how that pretty soon, I was going to do a pallet project to showcase above my mantel.<br />
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Well, over 5 months later, I am now ready to show you. Don't worry, it only took me 5 months to start, but only one day to finish. <br />
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I am expecting baby number 4 and these days my energy is come and go and so is my patience to try new things. But yesterday, when I awoke I felt the energy to get something D O N E. I decided to focus my time on the long awaited pallet project that quietly awaited me on my fireplace mantel. Plus, I have a wedding shower at my home in a few weeks and I cannot have <a href="http://thiswholehouse.blogspot.com/2014/05/i-want-my-grass-greener.html" target="_blank">dead grass</a> AND and a blank pallet board displayed. <br />
So it was time to get busy.<br />
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The boards were already put together, thanks to my man. So the first step was to sand the boards. So while the kids ran around in the driveway, mama got to sanding with the electric sander. If you don't have one, this exact Dewalt sander is $40 at Lowes. And super easy to use.<br />
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Now, the outline. I have wanted a chic, vintage deer since they first came in style. Part of me was afraid that by this time, they were out of style. However, I still wanted it. So a deer it was. I simply printed off a design that I liked and I re-drew the deer by hand. Now if you are not able to do this free handed, just blow up the outline as large as you can (you may have to tape the 8x11 papers together), cut out and trace around the design.<br />
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Next, the stain. Of course I had not planned to do this project until today, so a trip to Home Depot was needed. A fun, spontaneous field trip for these homeschoolers, of course. I chose to use a stain because I wanted the wood to look rustic and I also knew that it was cheaper and would be much faster to apply. I chose a gray, even though it did not turn out like I had envisioned, as far as color, I was still pleased with the rustic look. However, that example hanging on the wall at Home Depot showing this beautiful gray color... not what happened.<br />
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And finally, the fun part. Once the stain in somewhat dry (mine was still sticky, but not wet) you can begin to paint the deer. I used an acrylic craft paint that I had purchased a long time ago from Michaels Craft Store. I used one coat so that it would still have a vintage feel. Start with the outer lines and work your way in. Don't worry about staying in every line perfectly. Part of doing your own DIY is creating the character through your own natural flaws. <br />
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Wade said that he couldn't wait to put a red nose on him during Christmas. I kind of like that idea. </div>
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I think we may even name him. Any ideas on a name?</div>
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1671083869612112403.post-49237922565963189072014-05-07T15:34:00.000-04:002014-05-07T15:34:06.595-04:00I want my Grass Greener.Last summer we moved into this whole house of ours. It was a lovely Ranch style home overtaken by the monsoon of jungle that wrapped all the way around the house. I remember shortly after moving here that there wasn't a single window that you could not see some sort of vine or shrub slowly creeping up it. And the grass. Whoa. It was green and lush and pretty much all weeds. Yup, not much grass to be seen. However, that late in the summer our only option was to mow and keep it mowed as it grew like wild flowers. I mean dandelions.<br />
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I am a daughter of a landscaper. Having pretty grass, you know with the stripes and all, is just how I know to do things. I usually never notice the weeds in the neighbors yard, but the ones in mine, they taunt me and tease me and literally drive me crazy. I was actually thankful when winter came and the whole jungle became dormant.<br />
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Now, it is Spring. And things are finally starting to take shape. Wade Nagy spent a whole weekend last Fall trimming and practically butchering off every shrub surrounding the house and as you can see it paid off this Spring. Our plan is to add a shrub, a flower, here and there until we have the beds full and colorful. But this is a start. Especially from last year.<br />
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Before.</div>
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We had trimmed some on the round shrubs, but the others were just overwhelming.</div>
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There was a walkway in there!</div>
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The day of closing... mowing the yard HAD to be done first. Next furniture.</div>
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Much less shrubs.</div>
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However, the grass is hideous. </div>
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We went from a lush weed garden to a dry and barren desert. <br />
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We have used weed killer and slowing the weeds are dimensioning. However, grass doesn't magically grow in the bare spots and it is looking like we may have to wait until Fall since the summer heat has already began to set in. <br />
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I was thinking about how ugly the yard is and I was actually embarrassed about it. I am having a wedding shower at my house in a few weeks for a friend and I am a little ashamed to invite them to the Sahara. However, it dawned on me just like everything else that this is a process.<br />
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I want the green grass and I want it now. But the reality of it is that it takes time. You have to work diligently, be patient and the seed has to be planted at the right time. Otherwise you are planting seed that will never grow. <br />
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Get where I am going with this?<br />
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So often we want our dreams and desires to come to pass right now. We look across the road at our neighbors and see that theirs is beautiful and lush and we wonder why it isn't happening for us. We want to be in our God-given destiny and we want it NOW. We can see it, feel it and we are eager. But the timing just isn't quite right. We have to learn to wait on His timing. As hard as it is. We don't have to understand it and honestly I don't think the Lord wants us to. He wants us to fully trust, rely and obey. Then at the proper time, the seed will be planted, it will take root and the it will grow into the beautiful thing that it was intended to be. <br />
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And this time... it will be fully "weed free,"<br />
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So as I watch the weeds fade away, I am determined to see the bare spots as areas where the Lord will grow newness. No longer are they considered bare and dry, they are new pallets waiting for new seed to be planted so that when the time is right, the grass will grow abundantly.<br />
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You just WAIT till next Fall.<br />
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<br />Tiffany @ This Whole Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00783302314906696932noreply@blogger.com5