Busy Little Bee.

I may have been high on birthday cake when I last updated, because there is no other explanation as to why I would possibly think I would have “extra” time this week to spend on typing out blog posts.

This has been the first school year that I’ve had to work during Goob’s vacations.  It is harder than I thought.  Nonetheless, we are very blessed that hubby is able to take off time from work and so he did to spend time with Goob.  And the truth is, though it hurts my heart to admit, Goob way prefers Daddy anyway.  So although it has been weird to work when hubby and son are off, I try hard to remember to be grateful that I do have work when so many people are looking (and I myself looked for over a year and finally found something that fit what we were looking for) amongst other things.

So, yeah–between not only working this week but working extra and all the plans hubby made for us, I have barely been home.  And when I have been home, I am tidying up the house or doing some other project.  I am excited to do a birthday week recap next!

I am in a season of transition yet again in my life.  It is a blessing and an awesome thing.  Unfortunately, I cannot share too much; at least, not right now.  But I am very excited of how God has worked everything out.

I hope you are doing well!  I am grateful that the weekend is finally here!  {But NOT looking forward to the back to school routine next week!}


Bad, bad blogger.

I know, I know.  I have been a bad, bad blogger.

If I were a puppy you were trying to potty-train, you’d be rubbing my nose in this blog.

I can now see why people can become full-time bloggers.  Trying to find a portion of time to carve out of my day to post about the hundreds of thoughts that swirl through my head has proven difficult.

However, it has NOT proven difficult to carve out time to eat the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup Miniatures hubby gifted me for Valentine’s Day.

Or the dozen chocolate-covered strawberries I bought for him.

I do have to have some priorities after all.

This week is shaping up to be quite busy and I’m hoping that with some days off next week, I can have some time to whip up a number of posts.

Until then, friends, you be well.

Pretty accurate.

And these photos, my friends, would be a pretty darn accurate, moment-in-times captured, portrayal of the relationship between my mother and me from my childhood.


I would take special note of my expressions. 🙂

Y’all have a great weekend!

Brown water. {Part 1}

My last entry detailed how brown water gushing out of my faucets came to be.

A thought hit me as quickly as the water was coming out.

This was nothing.

Of course, the moment I realized what was happening I jumped out, wiped Scrubbing Bubbles off my bare skin, and put my comfy clothes back on.

But when I walked back into the bathroom and stared at the mess, I knew…It was nothing.

That there were people in some parts of the world who would gladly bathe in water like that. Simply because that is what is available; they are grateful to even have water.

That this once in a “blue moon” occurrence pales in comparison to the years and years and years of clean, pure, filtered water I have been privileged to have.

Those kind of thoughts weren’t always natural to me. You see, I often beat myself up over the mistakes I make and the sins I continue to give into. My reactions to circumstances that are far from God-glorifying; my lack of patience, grace, and the love that Christ has called me to demonstrate toward others.

But in the moment, I caught a glimpse of the promise 2 Corinthians 5:17 holds for me. Old Elissa would have flipped {though I’m not going to say she didn’t make a brief appearance in some ways which I’ll discuss later in part two}; new Elissa was able to see what really mattered.

Some time ago, I had the chance to write a guest post over at {in}courage. At the time, Philippians 4:11-12 was really working in my heart. Learning to be content in every situation I am in is not the easiest thing in the world. Not when you desperately want a shower. And live in a world where you refuse to interact with people if you haven’t yet had one.

But in that moment, that is what I was. Content. Knowing peace. And having my perspectives in order.

It was confirmation a couple of days after this incident that I saw this tweet:

How is that for a gut check?

I do not know what this blog will become or really, at this moment, what it’s purpose is for. But one thing I know is that if I do not use it to try to open the eyes of others to worthy organizations, it will not be for much.

Below are links to some organizations that help to provide clean water to those in need. One day without clean water made my heart break, just break, for those that live like this daily. How can we not do something about that?

It can be one less Starbucks, Panera soup, or movie ticket we spend that can make a big difference to someone.

Good thing I have days of brown water. They teach me so much.




There is a Brown Water {Part 2} to come, but I’m going to break it up a little bit with some other happenings in my life. 🙂