A note to my person, five years in

Five years.

If our marriage were a kid, that kid would be going to kindergarten this year, just starting school.

That feels about right.

Five years in, we have lived in more places and moved more boxes than I care to remember (but I will gratefully admit you took on many more boxes than me). We have traveled many miles, and have had some of our best conversations by the glow of the dashboard lights. We have explored new places and critiqued a good few coffee spots and eateries. We have celebrated birthdays and weddings and babies and end of the school years and a million small things in between.We have done a whole lot of life together. Gosh we were just babies five years ago. It really is a special blessing that we have gotten to grow up together, to find our place in the world side by side.



We have discovered, explored, lost, and rediscovered passions and dreams. We have rejoiced on some mountaintops, wept in many valleys.


Yes, we have argued. Sometimes with voices too loud and with tears that left our eyes swollen and heads aching. Maybe that’s another thing we have done more times than I want to remember. Though if the last five years have taught me anything, those loud words and hot tears have some real power to grow our roots deep, to strengthen our love for each other, to teach us significant lessons, when we let them.

464908_455075161199133_452815303_oBut, all that we have seen, all that we have learned, all that we have grown, is just the beginning. There is just so much more to learn, so much room to grow, so much life to share. Sure five years is no small thing, but I have to be honest, I am giddy at the thought of what’s coming. So many adventures await us. Just like the last five, the next will certainly have some hardships. You know what though, I can’t think of anyone I would rather face them with. Even through the hardest moments, you are my person, my very best friend.  

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So here’s to the next five years and the rest of our lives, to more adventures, more dreams, and more growing. Bobby, you are the man of my dreams and the true love of my life, thanks for sticking it out with me.



Photos curtesy of Rocksteady Images & Rooted & Crowned Photography

5 Tips for Conquering Negative Self Talk

Hello dear friends.

A few weeks ago we had a little chat about self talk and negativity. It was a good few weeks ago, so I wont blame you if you have to hop back to it for a refresher.

This week I want to get practical. It is one thing to recognize the danger of negative self talk, but what does that matter if we don’t do anything about it?`

1. Get grateful

Cultivating thankfulness gets us on the offensive against negativity. Looking for reasons to be grateful takes our attention and thought power away from the negativity and places it right on the positive. Research in positive psychology suggests that “gratitude is strongly and consistently associated with greater happiness. Gratitude helps people feel more positive emotions, relish good experiences, improve their health, deal with adversity, and build strong relationships.” I don’t know about you, but when I am happier, I am a whole lot less negative, duh!

There are many ways to get grateful of course. Maybe you want to take the Ann Voskamp approach and find 1000 reasons, big or small as you go about your next few months, storing them up like little treasures. You could instagram, tweet, journal, facebook, or blog the things that make your heart sing with gratitude. Write a thank you note or send a text or email. Pray your thankfulness. My suggestion, try them all.

As for me, I have found it immeasurably helpful to start my day with a written practice of thankfulness. The act of writing slows me down, helps me to really dwell on it. Also, days when the negativity beast is there first thing in the morning, I have pages of little nudges toward all the good.

On the best days I light a nice candle and have a tasty beverage at my side (on most days its just a quick plop on the couch, because you know, bed) with my journal ready to write. Some days I can give it more than 5 minutes, other days thats all I have, either way, listing things I am thankful for in that moment sets my gaze on all the goodness around me.

P.S. The Five Minute Journal is a sweet little resources to get your hands on if you need some prompting.

2. Name your inner nag

[Warning, woo-woo up ahead, but I promise its worth it]

Often it seems to me like the hardest part of overcoming the negative talk is the fact that the inner voice of criticism feels engrained in me, like it is me. It is as though all those negative thoughts must be true because my mind is perceiving them and screaming them at me. But the thing is, the fuel for negative self talk and shame is your agreeing to it. And lets be honest, when the wheel of negativity starts turning, it can feel almost impossible to step off, and the more we let ourselves spin the more we are agreeing to.

So how do we get off you ask? Name that inner nag and have a little talking to. I call my inner bully Mean-meg (not the most creative I know, but I couldn’t pass up the alliteration) and when she starts getting in my head, I have a little talk. Here’s a chat that may or may not have played out only minutes ago:

“Wow Mean-meg, your really loud right now.”
“You are not smart enough to write this blog post Megan, these are still things you struggle with, you cant possibly think that you have any kind of authority to write about this”
“Mean-meg, what is making you so fired up about this, what are you trying to do here?”
“Well, I am afraid your going to be rejected, that your going to be embarrassed, and then you will feel bad.”
“Mhmm, well mean-meg, thanks for trying to protect me, but my experience is valid, and I am enough. Even if I am rejected by some, sharing my truth is empowering and the potential for growth outweighs the potential for harm.”

Giving your inner critic a name allows you to separate yourself, to get inquisitive about what he or she is saying to you without internalizing its words as truth.

Oo, this little conversation brings me to my next point;

3. Call it what it is

When you take a step back and get inquisitive with the inner voice of negativity, you can process and respond to it for what it is. In the little chat I had this morning(and every one I have with mean-meg), I Take some time to figure out what the motive is for all that nastiness. I have learned that its pretty rarely actually about being fat or stupid or whatever name, and is more often something totally different like fear or rejection. So, call it what it is, and speak the truth over it. Like mean Meg was trying to protect me, but the truth is, keeping me quiet is actually hurting much more.

Along these lines, it can be really helpful to spend some time journaling through your most consistent negative thoughts or narratives and processing what it is exactly your gaining from the negativity.

You read that right. What are you gaining from this negativity. When you can put your finger on that, you can speak truth over it and shut. it. down.

Heres an example, “you are a gigantic mass of wasted potential” (I am telling you guys, mean-meg is MEAN). What could I possibly gain from such a nasty thought? Well if I am honest, it gives me an excuse. I don’t have to try because I am just going to fail anyway, so I can just stay as I am and do nothing about it. But here is some truth now that I am aware of whats happening here; failure is not the opposite of success, it is part of the process. The truth is, the world is full of opportunities, and I am free to try whatever I want. The truth is, I am only wasted potential if I give up. The truth is, God has great plans for me, and He will complete what He begins.

Which reminds me;

4. Affirmations all day

Literally all. day. Write down the truths that counteract the negative thoughts, hang them on your mirror, repeat them in your mind. Memorize scripture and/or positive quotes. Dwell on the goodness of God, the world, yourself, and others. Let that become the new loop in your head.

Some of my favorites are

“God is good, and He has good things for me”

“I am a beautiful badass woman, capable and worthy of love success and friendship”

“I am Gods masterpiece, and He is using me to do mighty works”

Jeremiah 29:11


5. Treat yo self

Plain and simple, when you feel at peace and filled up, there is less space for negativity. Love yourself well, figure out what brings you joy and make space for it. Go for a walk, exercise, take a bath, play a sport, have coffee with a friend. Know what your self care needs are and do not negotiate on them.

Also, don’t underestimate the value of quietness and prayer in your self care practice. Stay connected to God, because He has nothing but good and beautiful things to say about you.

Flipping the Script

I have a feeling I am about to tell you something you have heard before.

I know I have heard it, read it, talked about it more times than I can count.

Somehow though, it hasn’t been until recently that I have actually started going after it, like really-truly-whole-hearted going after it. I guess something about the ump-teenth time finally sunk in.

So even if you’ve heard it all before, maybe this will be the final push for you too.

Lets chat about thoughts, your inner dialogue, self talk, whatever you call all the chatter in the wonderful mind of yours.

Take a second and ponder the thoughts that come up most often for you in a typical day. How about when I tell you to think about specific things like your personality, your value, things you are good at, things you are not so good at, your fears, your dreams.

If your anything like me, much of what wants to pop up is negative. It is very easy for me to think of things I am not good at, but harder to come up with things I feel confident in. When I consider the thoughts that come and go through out the day its often a litany of scolding to myself about silly things like spilling my coffee and thinking “story of my life.” Or when I consider my dreams it is way to easy to think “yeah but your not smart, fit, organized, you-name-it enough”

Off it goes, the black hole of negativity and shame all at the hands of my wild running thoughts.

Here is the thing though, the thing that I am finally doing something about, I have control over my thoughts, you do too. (I know, I know, but I did warn you earlier that you have heard this before). Here is the reality, when I live from a place of “every bad thing that happens is ‘just my luck'” I am creating that narrative. I am choosing to take pause at the negativity and claim it as the thing that defines me.

Lets pretend your thoughts are like water to a plant, and your garden is only filled with two things, positivity or negativity. Where you choose to invest that water is what will grow, simple as that.

Often though, we live like the choice is made for us. That negativity section of the garden somehow screams loudest for water, even tricks us into thinking that feeding it will magically change some of the negative plants into positive ones (oh you know what I mean, like all the times you (read “I” ) have thought, “if I just hate my body enough I will beat it into being ‘beautiful'” or “If I believe I am bad at something, I will be motivated to try harder”). I don’t know about you, but I have never watered a weed patch well enough to turn it into a flower garden, mostly because I have never had a garden, but you get the metaphor.

2 Corinthians 10 tells us to “take every thought captive and make it obedient to Christ.” In case you didn’t know, there is not one time Jesus calls you dumb, stupid, or ugly. In fact God calls you his workmanship, says you are beautiful, and has chosen you to accomplish good works. So making those thoughts obedient means getting them in alignment with what God has already said about you.

Remember earlier when I said you create the negative narrative? Guess what that means, you can also create a positive one, and its all about that thought garden. Choose to tend positivity. When the negative thoughts scream for you, shut them down and go after positivity instead.

Seriously though, I know the temptation is there to write this off as woo-woo or whatever your dismissive descriptor of choice. Its easy to wallow in your circumstances and believe your powerless to them. It’s why I have heard this a thousand times and never did anything about it. But I am telling you, its worth trying. I mean, even if it seems woo-woo to you, what do you stand to lose by taking a couple weeks to try and change the script in your mind?

Nothing right? If you try, and it doesn’t work, your mind can go write back to fighting those weeds into flowers just like it has been. But what if you try and it works? Oh my, it could be amazing!

Start simply just taking notice of your thoughts at all. Become aware of moments and circumstances that are triggers for negativity, think about how you might be able to change that. If you believe in God, try to think about what He would say to you about that.

How about we start there and next week we can get more practical? If your already a pro at this, I would love to get your input on some tips and tricks.

Until then, I want you to know, you are a work of art, you are capable of greatness, you offer something so special to the world, who you are is wonderfully enough, and I am grateful for you.



Do Me a Favor

Would you do me a favor today?

It would really mean a lot to me.

It is no secret that depression has been a frequent follower of mine. I have found myself thinking of the constant struggle within me when I find that naggy monster at my side. Maybe if depression has followed you around too you know exactly what I am talking about. The whole, desperately wanting people to come alongside you, but being terrified of actually being with people. Needing friends more than ever but feeling like you don’t know how to be a friend, or how to ask for what you need.

This podcast challenged me over the weekend (warning there is some rough language). It brought words to some of the feelings I have had in the past and sometimes experience now. I was reminded of the wonderful friends and family who have come alongside even when it was hard, and probably very frustrating and confusing.

Today though, my heart feels heavy for others in this bitter place. The place of needing and wanting but not knowing what or how. The heaviness becomes pretty unbearable when I think about how easy it is for those people to hide, and to be glossed over. Honestly I can be one of the best hiders.

So if you could, just reach out to someone today. Tell them your thinking of them. Better yet, remind them why you like them, remind them of all the goodness you see in them. You never really know what burdens those around you carry. What I do know is, speaking life and encouragement to someone takes a little piece of that burden, and we could all use some help from time to time.

Cultivating Thankfulness

Sometimes I wonder what marks me. I wonder what comes to mind when people think of me. Nanny? Loud talker? Fitness enthusiast? Christian? Blogger? Organization freak? (PSA: I am just going to stick to the positive thoughts that pop into my head or we could easily go down a dark dark hole).

Some things that mark us we can’t chose, I am a loud talker, thank you big Italian family. Some things we chose and wear proudly, and sometimes the endeavors we undertake mark us.

All of that is great, but I have been thinking that I want to go after another mark, & if I am honest, I would be really dang happy if it was the first thing that people thought about when they thought about me.


I desperately want to be a person so overflowing with gratitude that I am KNOWN for it.  Because as a follower of a God who fiercely and sacrificially loves me, I should be. Because a mark of living in that faith is overflowing thankfulness. Because I have so much to be thankful for, it should be easy.

But I am coming to terms with the bitter reality that it isn’t easy, that I have to choose it and fight hard for it. Because when I don’t fight for that mark, its so quickly washed away by cynicism, depression, the relentless American desire for more and better. And lets be real about another bitter reality, the marks that come upon me when I don’t fight, those ones hurt me, and begin to mark those around me, and they are not marks I wear with pride. You know them, bitterness, discontent, impatience, lacking in grace.

The sad reality is though, thankfulness isn’t really trendy is it? Being publicly thankful is sometimes considered braggy, and when I think about it, I have been in way too many conversations that were bonded around complaining rather than rejoicing.

But like I said, if the mark of thankfulness is one I want, I have to work for it, and maybe even pay for it by laying down my trendy card, by being the awkward one who chooses to see the bright side, by doing the hard work of taking my thoughts captive and choosing gratitude.

This isn’t about pretending the poopy bits don’t stink, you all know me well enough to know a mark I do not bare is “pretender.” It is about recognizing that even to spite the poop, there is always something to be thankful for.  Always and always. I don’t chose the poop, but I can chose to dwell in it, or to focus my attention on something that smells better, you know?

So today I am thankful for so many things. I don’t need to bore you with a list, but I am full of gratitude for a family that is and always has been there for me and Hubby. I am thankful for a Hubby who is so patient with me even when I stink of poo from dwelling a little too long in unthankfulness. I am thankful for sunshine and the ivy finally bloomed outside my living room window.

How about you?

Risen Indeed

Hello there! I am climbing out from behind the mountains of laundry after a wonderful week off. Why does it seem like you end up with way more dirty clothes after a week of vacation than you do in a regular week?

Spring break was great, so so great. I considered telling you all about it today, but it has to wait, because yesterday was my favorite day of the year. Resurrection Day. Easter Sunday. Christian super-bowl as Hubby likes to say.

I love the way that Easter and spring come in holding hands. It fills my bones with a feeling of freshness, of life bursting from what once was dead, of light and warmth pushing through the cold darkness of winter.

Can you feel it too? When you breath in deep? When you smell the budding flowers? When you hear the birds singing? When the wind blows sweet and warm through fresh green leaves?

I am not the biggest fan of winter (read: absolutely hate it). The cold is crippling, the long hours of darkness, being cooped up inside, it all makes me pretty cranky. It is way too easy for me to feel like winter has no purpose, to want to rush out of it and get to the sweet stuff of spring.

This year, this celebration of Resurrection Sunday has me thinking though. At the serviced Hubby and I went to, we talked about all that the Romans did to assure that Jesus was dead. In Matthew the retelling goes like this;

The next day, the one after Preparation Day, the chief priests and the Pharisees went to Pilate.  “Sir,” they said, “we remember that while he was still alive that deceiver said, ‘After three days I will rise again.’  So give the order for the tomb to be made secure until the third day. Otherwise, his disciples may come and steal the body and tell the people that he has been raised from the dead. This last deception will be worse than the first.”

 “Take a guard,” Pilate answered. “Go, make the tomb as secure as you know how.” So they went and made the tomb secure by putting a seal on the stone and posting the guard.

The Romans placed the official seal, declaring Jesus absolutely, no doubt about it dead. They made sure there would be no more questions by having the tomb guarded.

I can only imagine that Friday, each breath coming with the stinging sharp feeling of frigid winter. Hopes and dreams laid into cold dark ground.

But Sunday. In that beautiful sweet spring breathing day, all those details set to insure Jesus was truly dead, that no one could hide his body and make up a story, those precise things meant to keep Christ dead, to deny the miraculous movement of God, were the things that declared him without a doubt alive, miraculously alive.

At the same time that the Mary’s were telling the disciples what they had seen, the Roman guards went to tell their side of things;

While the women were on their way, some of the guards went into the city and reported to the chief priests everything that had happened.  When the chief priests had met with the elders and devised a plan, they gave the soldiers a large sum of money, telling them, “You are to say, ‘His disciples came during the night and stole him away while we were asleep.’  If this report gets to the governor, we will satisfy him and keep you out of trouble.”  So the soldiers took the money and did as they were instructed. And this story has been widely circulated among the Jews to this very day.”

 How interesting that the chief priests did not doubt what the soldiers had said. In fact, they believed so much, that they immediately made plans to cover it up. Who could deny what the Romans had declared without a doubt true? How could they not believe these soldiers whose lives were at stake if they failed their mission?

All those things meant to keep Jesus dead were exactly what proved He was truly alive.

Perhaps all the things meant to keep you dead, to make you question if God has left you, may be the same things that will prove you are alive, that He is doing something great in you.

All the dead and cold and wrestling  and waiting of winter prepares the earth for the beauty and blooming of spring. But you can’t have one without the other can you?

Today I am rejoicing. I am remembering again (because somehow this is a lesson I resist over and over) that winter is not wasted. The beauty of spring is a sweet salve for my soul, but without winter there is no breakthrough. If I am honest, thats the beauty that really changes me, that really makes me pay attention. That hard fought, left for dead but came back against great odds kind of beauty. The kind of beauty that takes time to grow deep and strong roots through that cold dead seeming winter.

Do you feel it breaking too? The winter shaking off your soul? Do you see the things you felt were dead that Jesus is redeeming? Do you taste spring rising up in you? Mmm, me too friend, and its so sweet.



All Things Considered

I have been thinking a lot about trust lately.

I started to mention on Monday that Hubby and I are coming into another season of transition. Gosh, if I am honest, it feels like we have been transitioning ever since we got married. I suppose in some way or another we always have been. New marriage, moving, graduating college, new jobs, moving, new church, moving, church planting, moving (we have moved every year the last 5 years, so no exaggeration in that repetition).

Maybe all of us are transitioning somewhere? Maybe if we are living intentionally and/or paying attention there is always some kind of transition happening to us? Maybe, like us, its moving, or changing jobs, yourself or your children aging, relationships changing.

This season of transition, like most of them, brings with it many unknowns, so many options, decisions, and dreams to consider.

Remember that personality talk last week? One personality trait that Hubby and I share in outstanding measure is being EXTREME planners. Like, we are the type to think “if this person responds this way here is what we will do, but if they do this then we will handle it like this.” We consider all scenarios, all possible outcomes, all. the. things.

As we have been praying about and considering all thats before us in this next year, all the transition, something in me has been pushing back on all that planning. Not that planning is wrong, certainly being organized and prepared has its benefits. Not the planning itself I suppose, but I have been challenged in my heart to pay a bit more attention to why I am making some of those plans.

I know for me, I consider all the scenarios, make all the plans, to make sure I am prepared for the worst. What has been stirring in me lately is that those considerations often aren’t coming from a place trust at all, in fact just the opposite. I want to have everything in line, controlled, because I do not trust that God can control it himself.

I know, I know. He is the God of the universe *, He breathes stars into existence*, with a puff of his NOSE He splits oceans apart*, He literally holds the world together *. But if I am honest, and maybe if you are too, it is easy to believe in this macro level stuff, its the day to day, little-ole-me stuff thats a heck of a lot harder.

Perhaps its not that I don’t believe God is in control, but what I actually struggle to believe is that He is good.

Like, when Hubby and I plan to take a risk, we always make sure we have a fall back plan. Sure we believe God is in control, but not that He is good enough to keep our feet from slipping *, or to provide for our needs *.

Or when I get down in the dumps about all the things I have had to (or may have to) sacrifice this side of heaven, like family, friends, comfortability. Sure I would give you the party line “God is in control,” but in the days (sometimes weeks, sometimes months) that I let it suck me down a deep pit, or when I plan for the future expecting that lack to continue, what I am really saying is “God is not good enough to make up the difference. God takes away, but He does not give, at least not to me.”

Or even just simply tossing and turning over every decision, and fearing making the wrong one. What we are saying is straight up “God I don’t believe you are in control and I do not believe that your goodness will keep me from making a wrong choice.”

I know I am not alone here.

In these days of transition though, with the sweet gentle prompting of the Holy Spirit, I am trying something new. See, I know I cant just turn off years of over calculating, not trusting or believing in Gods goodness, but what I can do is  “take every thought captive to make it obedient to Christ. *

When my mind wants me to believe that I have sacrificed for nothing, I will remind myself of what is true; that when God takes, He is faithful to return twofold what has been lost, like He did for Job *. I will remember that He is not unjust, that He sees the work done on behalf of his people * . I will tell myself not to grow weary of doing good, for when the time is right, I will reap a great harvest if I don’t give up *.

When I fear the future, when I can’t stop pondering the “what-if’s” I will take a moment to remember that God is a good and loving father * *, that He is for me, that He delights in showing mercy *, that He is not looking to confuse * us or set us up to fail or fall *, He makes the path we walk straight *. In fact, He holds me up in his right hand *, He rejoices over me with song *.

This work of taking thoughts captive is hard, it requires so much attention and diligence. But I am beginning to realize that trying to control and manipulate is even harder. Sure, there are many reasons I could question or doubt Gods goodness, but oh friend, there are so so many more reasons to believe it. I want to take up Bill Johnson’s call  to “. . .never sacrifice what you know about God to the questions that remain unanswered.” I know He is good, He has said so, He has proved it. Will you believe with me?