My Think Fit

The stirring we can feel inside is real, we just have to be in a season where we can pay attention and follow what that actually means. I’m in that season y’all! A season of change, of stirring and trying to listen. Moments like last night remind me of what listening to those nudges and answers can do! Thankful beyond words to get to be in this position to share our message, to reach others and to continue to help more people through 🩷 A wise friend recently told me that in order for us to hear those answers, our lives have to be in the right alignment to do so…so here I am. Take me God and use me 🩷

“Call to me and I will answer you, and tell you great and mighty things, which you do not know”Jeremiah 33:3

Then 👉🏻Now

9/18/18, I was asking for prayers because something was NOT right…part of my post was “I snapped this pic as a joke this afternoon to send to my friends who were at our girls’ softball tournament while I was laid up in 🛏 . Same place I’ve been for DAYS on end.

After feeling really great post chemo last week I started feeling pretty awful about day 2. I thought it was the chemo so was trying to just tough it out...body aches, sweating through my clothes, freezing to the bone, pounding headache, terrible tight chest cough. Just bad.

When my fever spiked to 103 I went to my oncologist. I received fluids and antibiotics along with chest X-ray and flu test all of which was fine. So I was sent home on more antibiotics and theraflu.”

The worst was yet to come and this time of year brings back all the feels. BUT…fast forward to now 🫶🏼 There was purpose behind my journey, there was power in prayer, and THIS is the moment for which I was created.

I hope to inspire others to have faith bigger than their fears and face each day with courage because you never know what lies on the other side ❌⭕️

Just some random thoughts 💭 today! Reading scripture reminded me that God’s choices can surprise us…and I can’t argue that! The good, the bad and all the in between can be quite surprising…the blessing of family, the pain of sickness, the agony of loss, the joy of traveling, the mundane of life. It can show up and surprise us on the daily. But I’m also reminded that every moment is 💯 in His plan and HIS ways are so much greater than mine 🫶🏼 Oh and yes that is most definitely a tattoo on my son’s face…Lord please surprise me with a trip back to the beach 🙏🏻😂

This was the picture that popped up in my memories today…
July 12, 2018 was the first day of the biggest fight of my life. Strange how I feel it in my gut, I know this time of year I just feel off and then sure enough the dates prove it to me. June 22-25 are always hard days…those are the days I spent in waiting from the moment I felt the lump until I heard the words of diagnosis, and still 6 years later I can feel it in my gut.

I don’t know why all these years later I can remember so many moments so clearly and am still so deeply affected by them. I remember that morning of July 12 going to my first PET scan. I remember having so much anxiety and almost crawling out of the machine. I remember being scared to death as I walked into the infusion lab. I remember as we put the needle into my port for the very first time. I remember the nurses walking us through every step and me crying because I just din’t know what the next minutes, hours, days, weeks and months would look like. I remember seeing that red liquid being pumped into my body for the first time. I remember getting Zoe’s Kitchen delivered from a friend that night and never being able to eat that exact meal again because it reminded me of every moment that day. I remember going to my daughter’s basketball game that I would have normally been coaching but instead was a spectator. I remember the horrendous anxiety that would plague me into a terribly sleepless night (and many more to come). SO. MANY. MOMENTS.

But at the end of the day, today is a good day! That day 6 years ago was the beginning of bringing me to where I am today and serves as a reminder that this is is most definitely the moment for which I was created.

Running used to be my form of therapy…some headphones, good music and a paved road were all I needed. But then I got older and my body started hurting so it wasn’t as therapeutic anymore, lol! But there are days where I need out of my head and need to just go. So that’s what I did a couple of weeks ago…it wasn’t long and it felt great but there were some thoughts I had along the way (shocking I know!)…

The first half mile is usually not too bad, body is a little stiff so it’s just like a warmup. Then the first mile hits and there’s a good stride happening and that second mile can even be a bit of an enjoyment. But then comes the third mile. This is where the doubts come in, the heavier breathing starts, the legs start tiring and the want to stop comes in. So what do you do???

Do you stop to walk? I notice when I do this, it’s sometimes harder to get started again but I can go longer.
Do you power through? It kinda hurts, but you feel mentally proud when you hit the mark even if it’s not as long as you could go if it were broken up.

Isn’t that life? When we want to take a break from the hard, what do we do? Is it better to stop and just walk it out for a minute or is it best to push through the pain and just get to where we want to be? I don’t know the answer. I think it varies.

I think sometimes stopping, slowing down and being in the moment allows us to regroup, allows us to feel, allows us to acknowledge our shortcomings, and allows us to make it further in the long run.
I think pushing through the pain and ignoring the thoughts of breaking allows us to prove to ourselves what is possible, allows our body to hit those endorphins, allows to emotion to hit while still going, and allows us to get to the finish line in record time.

So what’s better? Maybe it depends on the circumstance? I think both can be beneficial but both have their time and place. That’s all…thanks for coming to my TED Talk 😜

He is not here, for He has Risen ✝️ For some reason, this Easter has hit deeper and brought more clarity than many others. Just knowing the peace and love that come from Jesus is beyond words…there is absolutely no way I could have withstood the trials in this life without it🩷 And I’m just so dang grateful for moments like these with this special humans!

February 4 marks World Cancer Day where more than 50 various ribbon colors are honored in support of 100 different cancers. It affects the fighters, the support systems, the caregivers and the medical teams. Today we honor you wherever you are, however you’re involved and in any way it touches you 🫶🏼 Which ribbon most represents the cancer that has touched YOU?!?!

It’s time to grab your best gals and come out to the 4th Annual Galentine’s Day event at Black Willow!

We love to celebrate the incredible female friendships we’ve been blessed with 🩷

This year, there will be a champagne cart, treats, gift bags, photo ops, and a fun time of fellowship all around.

What: Galentine’s Day with Black Willow
Where: Black Willow Boutique – 1061 N. Coleman.
When: Thursday, February 8th from 5-7pm
Why: Because we love celebrating our best gals!
*Store is open during normal business hours Thursday (10-6pm).

**Proceeds from purchases made from 10-7 be donated. Party will be from 5-7pm and the women we support will be there from 6-7 😍

Black Willow Boutique
1061 N. Coleman
Prosper, TX 75078

A few days late but hoping each of you had a very Merry Christmas with your loved ones 🎄❤️

Maybe it was the best holiday yet for you!
Maybe it was filled with a bit of nostalgia.
Maybe it was lingering with hurt and pain.
Maybe it felt a little void with a loved one missing.
Maybe it drew you closer to those you love and to our Savior.

I do know this much…it was a hard holiday season as we experienced many firsts without a major figure in our lives. This was the first Christmas without my bonus dad, without my husbands bonus father in law, without my kids bonus grandpa and without my moms husband of 38 years. We’ve had SO many amazing years filled with making memories and traditions and we were able to hold those close and carry them on! We’ve seen our fair share of struggle and will continue to find the strength in it…

Here’s to the days ahead 🥂

Sometimes our biggest disasters turn out to be a part of God’s bigger plan. The hardest part is making sure our hope is in Him so that fear is kept at bay and we can walk the path we are intended for 🩷