A Friend Loves At All Times

I struggled with writing this blog. I in no way want to bring attention to our family , but by not writing it, I felt that I was not giving God the proper glory. When Noah was just about to turn two we found out that the grandson of a friend of my husbands was just diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. 

His name was Noah (I) and he was 18 months old at the time. It broke our hearts, perhaps it was the age and name, but it really hurt our hearts. His mom a teacher and single parent was caring for her boy and we felt the Lord impress upon our hearts to help them out.

As we planned  his party we felt the Lord telling us that instead of our friends and family bring our Asher gifts that we ask  that the gifts be brought to the other Noah instead. Then immediately, thoughts of doubt flooded our minds, what if our family and friends didn't want too buy for someone they didn't know. Will they think that we are "neglecting" our child… and the thoughts kept coming.

I remember sitting on my chair in my sons room watching him play. Thinking of Noah's mom, who was probably sitting in a chair watching her boy, only it was in a hospital and her son was laying in a bed. Then Lord reminded me that it didn't matter, that it was between them and Him. We just needed to be obedient! I also remember talking to a friend who said " its OK Noah is to young to know or remember it". Not sure if this was her way of encouraging me, but for some reason almost five years later I was reminded of that.

A few weeks ago, my husband and I were trying to figure out what we were going to do for the boys birthday. A dreaded conversation, because my plans and our budget generally does not go together like peanut butter and jelly! Often times I can resort to my inner toddler and draw up a good tantrum when my husband tries to reel me in on what we can actually afford. Bless his heart that he still loves me after all these years and usually makes it happen.

Anyways, we tossed the idea of the parties together, because their birthdays are only two weeks apart,  I heard that voice again. You know that voice , that usually calls you to do something that you have to completely step out on faith on… 

"Um honey, what if we give the boys a party and instead of the boys getting gifts, we give them to another little boy who is sick?" 

"who?"

" I don't know, we can do the sandlot party because, Noah wants to play baseball with his friends and we pray on who to give the gifts to." 

As quickly as I said it, was as quickly as he agreed. We sat the kids down and explained to them that we were having a party only they would not be getting gifts. I didn't have an answer, other than the Lord would provide the child whom would receive the blessing, when they asked who would get the gifts.

Noah looked at me and immediately those thoughts again flooded my mind. Its OK for us, but is it fair to ask our friends and family? Will our children hold it against us remembering the birthday that mommy and daddy gave away all their gifts? And then we had one of those moments that was ordained by the lord. When we explained to them that on their actual birthday we would take them to get one toy, their faces lit up. 

"One toy mommy? Anything I want? Noah's screamed…. And his smile could not be contained. He was content in just that one special toy. So now, who Lord? I'll spare the details for the sake of this blog being super long, but the Lord allowed us to be in contact with the aunt of a little boy victor. The Sunday before I was to send out the invites , I received a text from a friend that this little boy just got diagnosed with Ewing's Sarcoma. He is seven years old and his and birthday was also in November. This was an answer to prayer because we wanted someone who was close to the boys age. 

I remember driving and I was thinking. Lord I get the vision that you gave us for this party, but what if the others don't get it. What if they think we are terrible parents to ask this type of understanding for our children at their age. What if our community feels obligated to get this little boy something, but really are not OK with it… and then the thoughts went on and on…. Then I heard the voice of the Lord say.. " A friend loves at all times."

You see I realized that day although, we were taking the earthly gifts, we were giving our kids the best gift, and that was the gift on how to be a good friend. How to love others and share the blessing, how to be selfless. Also teaching them that although some people will never understand the things God calls us to do it doesn't matter because we need to be obedient. And that is not for us to worry about, that is between them and the Lord. This is something that we could never teach them with words, but it had to be displayed through action. 

The Lord totally orchestrated this party perfect, He provided through family and friends what was needed and the desires of my heart for this party. He knew who exactly who would be there and I know that before we had even had a thought about a party, He knew it was for Victor. 

At one point of the party I glanced over to the baseball field where all the kids were playing and I had a emotional moment.  There running the bases were both Noah's.. Five years later and by the grace of God we were able to celebrate life with our boys and the very little boy that we had been praying for since he was 18 months. A friendship that would have never been birthed unless we were called to be his friend. And it has been a blessing to watch this little boy grow. 

                                                                  Noah Squared

We had a blast at the sandlot… On our drive home, barely able to stay awake, I looked over at the boys… "Did you have fun?"

"It was the best birthday ever mommy, we had so much fun playing baseball with our friends.. It was just what I wanted"

                                          Pre game warm up.. Benny the "Jet" (Noah) leading the pack

I smile and reminded them "A friend loves at all times" remember that boys, remember your fun at the sandlot today, but also remember that when its time to give those gifts to victor."

That night I got all the gifts together, the cards and money and got it ready for Sunday delivery. The next  morning the kids woke up to see the basket filled with Lego's and other goodies. I waited for the meltdown of my newly turned four year old, but you know what it never happened. They delighted in the stuff and were excited that Victor got some cool Lego sets. My heart leaped, my faith was strengthened and at that moment I trust the Lord a little more. 

That night we received a text from Victors aunt. She attached a picture of Victor who now sat on his bed with a bald head and a small smile. He was blessed that someone one who didn't even know him would shower him with gifts. Oh Victor, we don't know you buddy, but Jesus does.... We sat the boys down and we showed them the picture of Victor and they wondered where his hair went. We explained to them how sick Victor was and that we needed to continue to pray. Noah asked if he could and I can't remember it all, but he closed with "please watch over our friend victor." 

And in that moment, the Lord gave our kids their birthday gift, the gift of what it looks like to be a friend. You see we are only on this earth a short time in relation to eternity. Chances are the gifts that our boys (although grateful) would have  gotten would have been enjoyed for a few weeks, then would have ended up in the closet. It is our hope that as soon as Victor is well, one day he will circle the bases with our boys and a friendship is built. That perhaps Victor will know that the greatest friend we could ever have is Jesus. The one person who could have only placed the desire for a donated birthday in the heart of a single income family. 

To all of our family and friends who made it out.. Thank you, thank you for your time and generosity, we hope you all had a blast. Here is part of the text that Victors aunt sent us:

          "It is amazing to see God's hand at work. You have reminded us and that our precious Victor is in our 

          Lords hand and He will get us through. God Bless all of you and please let everyone that participated and 

          and praying for him know that Victor and his family are extremely grateful. "

We could not have been able to do this with all you guys.. We love you!

And for those of you that have made it through this totally long blog here is what I learned....

-God will spare no resources to reach the one

-When the Lord places a vision in your heart or calls you to do something generally it requires you to step out in faith.

-It doesn't matter how foolish or what others will think, it requires faith to be set apart.

-All He requires is for you to be obedient.

-He will provide all the details and everything you need.

-Don't do it alone, ask help from your community.

-The best lessons are taught not told! 

Please remember Victor in your prayers as he continues to fight this battle and remember that a friend loves at all times, be a friend even if means giving up something to do it. All Glory to God that He would allow us to be a small part in a big plan for this little guys life. Its always a privilege and Honor to serve Him.. 

Some of my favorite pictures from the day....

 My Parents with the boys

 Squints

 The Sandlot Gang

Benny the Jet (Noah)

 Scotty "Smalls" (Caleb)

No party is complete without cookies or cupcakes from Little Miss Cupcake and Company.. You can check out her goodies here 

Thank you Mom for your generosity, to much to list., Thank you Melissa Runcie for the awesome print the kids got to remind them of a true friend, thank you Grandma Rozanne for the baseball gear, and the donuts! Thank you Auntie Nicely for the Cookies they were "Epic", thank you Auntie Patricia for your servant heart to help with the set up....

To my little family,

Daddy and Boys, I am so proud of you and your heart of service and love.. I am blessed and loved more than I could ever imagine and you make me better. I am proud of you! I love you forever, like you for always as long as I am living my babies youll be!!!!!

To Victor and Family....

We are praying for you and hope one day to meet you all. Please know that the Lord has great plans for you and your little boy, His hand is already on Him.. It is only through His love that we would be humbled enough to be used by the Lord. Thank you for allowing us too! 

xoxoxox

Moni

Being called

I remember the day The Lord showed me to quit my job to be a stay at home mom. I was fearful and not sure how we would survive on one income ,  but I was sure of one thing... I was being called.

In the middle of worship ,my then five  year old turned around with his hands lifted up and said " we should do a worship night with all the families and teachers of our school." I wasn't sure how it would happen, if anyone would come, but I was sure of one thing... We were being called.

She felt the Lord stirring up her heart to participate in organizing a prayer vigil for pastor Saeed and the persecuted church. She wasn't  sure how it would happen in a short time, who would come, but she was sure of one thing.... She was being called.

The calling in each of these scenarios are different, however there are a few things that remain the same...

1. There is a calling.
2. There is fear and doubt when been being called.
3. Faith and obedience is required is required.

The bible says that many are called but only few are willing. Have you ever had a time when you are really trying to get a hold of someone and they are just not picking up the phone? It's frustrating right? And there is nothing worse than missing a call of a blessing to go to a free concert or a game to your favorite teams game.

Here is one thing I know, when we do not pick up the phone when the Lord is calling there is the potential to miss out on the blessing. Even if the calling seems to feel like a burden or laborsome.

Rick Yancey, says this "God doesn't call the equipped, son. God equips the called. And you have been called.'

Big or small, the Lord has a calling on your life to fulfill the purpose for either you or someone else. What I love about the Lord is that he spares no resources to fulfill his will in our lives. The question is will you answer his call?

It can be scary, but speaking from experience the only calling I have regretted stepping out on faith on, is the ones that I have been to fearful to get outta the boat.

If God is calling you, go! Take Him by the hand and go! He's got you! Trust Him then thank Him that He has called you worthy!

9/11, 3/13, 10/14 and so on and so on

This morning I woke up and I ain't gonna lie, I went straight to Facebook to see if there had been any early morning attacks. Because you know Facebook is probably the fastest new source we have.

This morning there were many people waking up remembering that this day 13 years ago they kissed a loved one good bye and never saw them again.

We remember 9/11.. And although it's good we do I also think about all the other days 3/13, 10/14, 6/18 and so on and so on. What are those dates you ask? Random as they seem, they are also dates of attack on someone ,somewhere. You see we all have an "9/11" In our lives.  A day we woke up and had no idea it would be the last day , we would see someone for the last time or experience some sort of attack in our lives.

I am not in anyway taking anything away for the horrific events that happen this day or to the people who had lost their lives. I remember that time like yesterday , and when I reflect back I choose not to remember the horrific images of burning buildings, crashing planes and devastated people. Because that is what the enemy and evil people responsible want us to... But I , remember the images of a country united together. People helping people, churches full, pastors praying with communities on the streets with vigils. I remember the love and unity this tragic day created.

Today I am praying that as we remember, we don't remember the attack, but we remember the impact of those lost lives that sparked a revival in our hearts and country. I'm praying that we don't wait for tragedy to happen in our lives to get us on our knees and praying. I'm praying that we finally get rid of the bitterness and anger we are harboring in our heart for each other.  I'm praying that we find a way to love each other despite our differences. I'm praying that we come alongside each other to build up communities that are safe for our children. I'm praying that we live beyond ourselves and stop believing that we cannot make a difference. I'm praying that we would see a need and help, even if it is just a small smile to someone who looks sad. I'm praying that we become a country that is united and birth in prayer so that when someone wants to attack us they tremble in fear. I pray that we become people who the devil fears. I pray for better days ahead in this broken and fallen world. I pray we are hopeful and not hopeless.

I pray that we would not feel weak and defeated but that we would know that we are strong enough to fight anything when we stand with each other. I pray for community and I pray that we live lives pleasing to God till our time here is up!

I hope that we would be spiritually built up so that when our 9/11 happens we will be strong enough to withstand the blow or better yet that we would be able to intercede against the evil trying to take us down.

Yesterday , I gathered in our home with a few friends and we prayed in the name of Jesus that anyone trying to plan an attack on this day would be binded up. What if? What if? God honored our short (and I say short compared to the many hours in the day) time of prayer to stop what someone planned to carry out! What if , this morning someone who planned to hurt someone's plan failed because we stood in the gap against the enemy with the power of prayer.

We will never know what goes on the back scenes , but here is what I do know that when I pray, my Lord hears. I know the God I serves spares NO resources when it comes to His children . I know that apart from God I don't have the faith, strength or hope to face another day.

You want to honor the lost today. Do it by loving someone better or forgiving someone who doesn't deserve it but because you need to. May God help us, our country and the future "9/11's" in our lives!

The best flowers in the shop

"The best flowers in the shop"
Since the time Noah has been born, Sal has taken him to trader joes to get me flowers when I'm away.
Typically when I'm at retreats, conferences or bible study. It's carried on to Caleb and now they ask their daddy to take them to only Trader Joes so they can pick their bunches.
They love to go pick them out and carry their bunches to the register. Last night was no different. They each got their bunch went to the register and handed the lady their flowers. She took them and said with much enthusiasm " these are the best flowers in the whole shop. You picked the best ones. " that's it 14 words with a little smile.
I got home last night and the boys were alseep , and my flowers on the table. As I woke up this morning it was the typical, roll over to find them both buried in my blankets with the usual three puppies that follow their master Caleb.
"Mommy did you see your flowers? The lady said they were the best in the shop. We picked the best flowers."
He was so excited. He looked accomplished and felt special that they picked the "best" flowers. This morning he must have told at least two different people that he picked the best flowers in the shop.
I doubt the lady at the store has thought about the two little boys who bought their mom flowers. But my lil guy continues to beam everything he thinks about the best flowers he picked. I'm grateful for those 14 little words of encouragement to my boys.
I'm often amazed at the reaction I get when I ask those taking my order or ringing me up how their day is going. Engaging in conversation with them, letting them know that they matter and not just offering a service.
Our words matter. Our encouraging words matter more. May we not be to busy to take the time to encouraging others and reach out to others with simple words.
Most of us have no problem talking to much, might as well use it for good!

Faith with a tummy ache

Sometimes I feel like I have all the faith in the world, and then the next minute I feel like have none at all.

Her reply to my text was " I've learn through the years to have faith with a tummy ache." Those words never left me and often time bring me back to a place of being OK, when I am fearful. I am fearful more times than I should.

When I haven't heard a peep from Caleb for longer than 10 minutes, I fear that he had another episode and he is laying unconscious in his room. When I look at Noah in the rear view mirror and see his little face staring out the window, I fear what his mind might be thinking.

The other day a lizard on my fence kept me from coming to my backyard, because he was mad dogging me. I fear that anything I put in my mouth will multiply on my hips. I fear that my inadequacy  of being a parent will jack my kids up forever and they will one day put me in a convalescent home (ok maybe that is a little dramatic). I fear THINGS more than I fear God sometimes  more than I am shamelessly willing to admit.

I told my husband I was afraid to get pregnant, because so many ladies were not carrying them full term or they died shortly after birth. WHO? he said... Um well I don't know them all personally but I see it all over instagram and Facebook. Then I realized that social media  can create unnecessary panic if you let it.

Isiah 35:4 says "Be strong, do not fear!" I love that the Lord added the exclamation point because it is like He is saying do not fear, end of story, that's it, no other way. God mentions to fear not at least 80 plus times in His word. If you think about our God, one time is enough, but you find it numerous times.

I love how he reminds us, why? Because we can allow our fear to overcome our thoughts and our minds. I have become better at catching myself when fear wants to sneak up and side swipe me in the face. Because, I recognize when I am starting to have fellowship with those fearful thoughts, the closer I become to those thoughts and the further I move away from Gods thoughts.

I was sitting at CHOC with Caleb when I was having that text conversation with my friend. Not knowing what was happening to Caleb, I felt sick to my stomach moments after I just told my husband I was at peace with what was going on.

When my friend sent that text to me, it reminded me that fear is part of parenting. Its OK to have those butterflies BUT don't forget who is in control. I am a natural worrier but when I accepted the Lord in my heart I realized that I no longer had to harbor all those thoughts, giving them to God and leaving them there was is a place of refuge for me. Perhaps you are struggling with fearful thoughts.

I want you to know that God can be your place of refuge.  I would encourage you to open the bible and look up "Fear" in the concordance... Also I want to invite you to a night filled with worship, prayer and a devotion on being fearless.

This Saturday, June 28th we will gather to prayer in the name of Jesus to heal, restore, to anoint, and fellowship asking God to help us become fearless.. If you are interested in going email me at Faithfoodfitness@gmail.com for details..

May God help us to be fearless!

Watching at a distance and being blessed!

Have you ever just met someone and  they immediately make an impression on your heart? I remember meeting her for the first time at mutual friends birthday dinner. Her and her husband were newlyweds. I remember the first thing about her, was her smile and joy that oozed outta her.

It had to be because she was just married.. give it time.. haha! But, as I got to know her and watch her from a distance that joy never left her..... and that smile? Well it never seized to frown. Over the few short years, we have become friends and I don't see her much other than the occasional run in at church, small fellowships and of course social media, but when I found out that she was graduating from college, there was this overwhelming joy in my heart and I had to share...

Amber,

I am proud of you.. I have watched you.. You may not have even noticed. You are probably one of the sweetest ladies I have met. Your Countenance oozes love and joy that makes me know Jesus is your center. As a mom, you have this gentleness about you and the love you have for your boy is refreshing... So Christ like it ministers to me. Thank you for displaying this Christ love and Patience.

What a blessing that not only your boy gets to be touched by you, but also your students. Of course the Lord would have you in the class to be a blessing to those children. I can imagine most days its hard to leave your little boy, but you do it well. And, when I found out you got the teacher of the year award it was just confirmation to what your family and friends already know. Thank you for touching our world by teaching.

The other day I found out your were graduating with your degree. So often I think that it would be impossible for me to one day step foot back on a campus. But, looking at your pictures of your graduation has encouraged me that one day I can do it like you. Thank you for showing me that it is never to late and with God all things are possible.

You posted that it was one rough year for you. I have seen you many times at church and well, I would have never noticed. Why? Not because you were faking the funk but because you trusted the Lord and your faith in God overshadowed the stress. Thank you for showing me what it looks like to really trust the Lord with all your heart.

Friend, this post may seem as a surprised but, unlike Peter who followed at a distance I wanted to take time to acknowledge what a special person you are. You have truly touched my heart and I couldn't have been more proud to know you and watch you. My heart truly leaps for Joy for you and your family, I look forward to seeing what new journey the Lord has for you. Thank you for being a great example of what it looks like to balance being a wife, a mom, a teacher and a grad among all the other things..

I know our Lord is is please, and saying well done good and faithful servant. You have not gone unnoticed! Thank you for encouraging me the way the bible talks about... the way you live!!!!!

Love you lots,
Mon

P.s. My uber talented friend made this piece for you.. I will have

Daddy & Family Pics

Shortly after we were married my husband started to attend Biola for his undergrad. Upon graduating in 2005 he took a semester off and entered into Talbot School of Theology for the masters program at Biola. 

In 2007 he took another semester off when our Asher was born. Aside from that he has been attending semester after semester. 

I seriously have no idea how he handles a full time job, school, high school ministry and still manages to be an awesome daddy and husband. 

As you could imagine there are times after tough semesters, where the road ahead seems longer than the road already traveled. And those are the times when I, have to remind him, that he has come to far to throw in the towel.

We love Biola , there is just something special about that campus. It has not been just a place of education for my husband but a place of spiritual growth. He has been blessed to be taught by many godly professors that has challenged him with the word and how to go deeper.

As the boys get older I know it's harder for him. At times he feels like he is missing out and misses the good night kisses and snuggles. Often time wondering why it didn't happen sooner before kids. 

I actually see it quite differently (perhaps because I am not the one with sleepless nights), I love that our boys get to see daddy going to school because he is teaching them A few things: 

1. You and Never to old to learn new things. 

2. If you want something continue to pursue it no matter how long it takes.

3. Never give up!

4. All things are possible when God is the center! 

5. Daddy's success is a reflection of our families ability to be flexible, encouraging and love. 

Every semester my husband complete is one step closer to graduation. And the day he walks across the stage we will celebrate as a family that we did it! We are so proud of our daddy and the leader of our home and Im blessed to do this less than perfect life with the perfect mate......

This blog was only appropriate since fathers day approaches.. Also we took family pictures a few weeks ago and it was only fitting that we did on the campus of his school... I was so blessed with what Frances of P31 Photography put together for us. Here is a sample of our day :)

Click here for the link to our family slide show

Faith hitting pavement- Heavy loads

I'm not sure why I challenge myself to carry a million things upstairs when it time to go up. Perhaps I am to lazy to take more than one trip, ask for help or take unnecessary things that could stay downstairs.

So there I am a one women juggling act carrying more than it is safe to, more than my arms can handle and sometimes leaving a trail of socks and toys along the journey up.

Today as my feet hit the pavement ( or treadmill) I thought about something that Caleb said as I tried to do my daily juggling act.

He said " Mommy, you sure carry a lot of stuff." My immediate response was " your right son, I do carry a lot of stuff, because I am a mommy." Only I wasn't thinking about the things in my hand.

So if you are a mommy, and are like me, I am sure you also carry a lot of stuff too. But I have to ask you (myself) a question. The stuff you are carrying, is it because you are to prideful to ask for help? To lazy to take another trip? Or is it even your stuff.. burden to carry? Or perhaps it isn't really that important and the stuff can be left downstairs for another day?

Good questions to ask yourself, and perhaps after some pondering there are things that don't need to be carried.

Praying a lighter load for you... xoxoxoxo
Moni

Faith hitting pavement - choices

Tonight as my feet hit the pavement , I realized that when I hit the crossroads of life I have to be intentional about the choices I make.

This morning I woke up in a funk. As I crawled outta bed, barely cracking a smile wondering why night came to end I realized I had to make a choice.

Either let the funk run my day or let my God change the funk. It wasn't a easy start to my day. But, I was able to spend prayer time with two different ladies that made a world of a difference. Had I decided to crawl into the turtle shell of that Monday funk I would have misses out on the blessing.

When we choose to take the first step, God is in the next and in the next and in the next!

Choose wisely!

Hope. Prayer. Run

I said I wouldn't do it again, yet I find myself saying that every time after I complete one, and before I sign up for another. As some recall, I through out that should, a friends cd project get funded that I would run another half. Why was I so passionate about the cd? It wasn't because I love my friend, but I believed in the songs that were to be on that cd.

Songs that were written from a place of restoration, hope and healing. Songs that were going to bring hope to hurting hearts. . Project got funded and so it's time to lace up the shoes. It just so "happens" that the only run that fit in the schedule was the Long beach half. This also "happens " to be the first half marathon I ever did few years ago. It also "happens "to be the place where the Lord gave me the vision for "Runners for Grace" at mile five. Which in numerology means Grace.

So if you keep up with my blog you know that I don't run just because I enjoying It. Every marathon is ran for a purpose and every medal I get I don't keep. It's given away as well. This marathon is going to be no different. Runners for Grace was birthed after the passing of Gracie Arroz, a mighty warrior who was eternally healed from her battle with cancer.

Gracie will always be the driving force behind anyone who runs on our team, and our focus will always be to raise funds and awareness for those who are battling cancer. In that, my heart is also for ladies who have never taken a journey in training for a half marathon. Our team is for those who want to step out in faith, get healthy and accomplish the physical race that Paul talks about in 1Corinthians 9.  Because the spiritual aspect unfolds as you train in the physical. If you allow the Lord in your training , those scriptures will pierce your heart like never before.

Now before you cringe and think I am going to ask for money... I am not. Much like I did before, I am asking you , that you sponsor our team with prayer. Typically we pledge prayer hours and fundraising for pediatrics cancer , but this race I believe is for a group of special people. I (we) will be running on behalf of moms who are battling cancer.
In the next few days you will see how you can get involved with pledging prayer hours for these moms.... Or perhaps you want to step out in faith and run with us? We don't run to compete for time or the medal, we run to just simply finish well. We run to raise awareness, and run because those who are sick can not.
I love how God makes all things full circle. I believe this run was ordained for this time, this cd and how this project is going well beyond a half marathon pay back. It's my hope that we get many hours of prayer for ladies who find hope in the Lord that they will be healed.
If you know a mom who is battling cancer and would like her to be added to "operation pledge prayer 2014" please comment below so we can get people praying for her. Details to come!
Hopeful in prayer,
Moni

Faith Hitting Pavement: Unfailing God

I laced up shoes, with the question of why God? My husband got home for Shepard school last night with some news that just broke my heart.

Another person. Another illness. Another family. Why?

As I set out to run and my feet hit the pavement, I started to pray. As the cool gentle breeze hit my face and I allowed my thought to run faster than my legs, I started to go there. Where are you Lord?

And in that moment my ears were flooded and overwhelmed with the chorus of this song...

" I trust you, I trust you, you don't walk away. You are unfailing God, your loves unending, your word is eternal firm in the heavens it stands."

Then I was reminded of our Yahweh.. The great I AM. His love IS unfailing and although I will never understand His ways, I'm reminded that He is eternal. Destination heaven is home! Trying to understand a place that is not "home" will only leave us hopeless and discouraged.

His word is firm, His love is unending and He is unfailing. I trust you God!

Community and friendships

I sat there and with every dish she washed my hairs stood up on the back of my neck.
"You know this is killing me right?" She respond "I know where's you vacuum?"
Why are you being prideful?
You see I have been sick, and on top of that I gave up certain things in my diet which threw me in a tailspin of pure detox chaos . Struggling from a major migraine and know I was to have company over that night my friend Melissa showed up to help.
She came to clean my house and my pride went full throttle. I don't want her to see how dirty my house is. My rooms a mess and the floors well I just won't go there.
Well she didn't take no for an answer and when she left I sat on the couch and thanked god for the blessing.
You see it reminded me on how we do life. Jesus never intended our lives to be perfect . That all ended in the garden. Yet we walk and live like we are. Faking perfect families, perfect job and even perfect relationship.
But you know what I've learn? I've learned that being real, transparent and being vulnerable is so much easier. I spend less time trying to make it "perfect" and more time connecting with people.
Because Where there is humility and vulnerability there is no room for pride and when pride doesn't exist you know what happens?
People know how to help. And when that happens community is Established. Oh community, how great thou are. Community shows up to clean your house, community listens, community prays, community sees the need and does without you ever asking for it. Community is how God Intended life to be and is how you get perfect.
Here is something you should know about me. When we meet, we are friends. I want to know who you are. I might share to much, I am myself and maybe that might be to much for you but I'm real. I also suck at life sometimes, I have issues and struggles. I'm not afraid to share them with you because you to may be struggling with the same thing. And lets face it, it's much easier when you have someone on your side who knows how you feel.
This doesn't make me a good person or a saint. God has blessed me so much with His love and community that it would be a disservice to you not to share.
Can you imagine showing up to target one day to find out they are having a sale and everything is 50 percent off and not share that with any of your fellow target friends. No way I'd imagine you would leave that store call all your friends and tell them how much you have saved so that they can get in on the deal.
Friends it's the same way with God. He took my life of struggle and saved me from it and I love you and my friends not to share how God can make life easier. He won't make it perfect but He makes it easier and hopeful and He provides community to come along to help if you allow Him and yourself to be vulnerable.
I still have ways to go, I have to be intentional about reminding myself that just like I like to give and bless I have to be ok with receiving as well. Would you pray for me in that area? Thank you!
If you need prayer or need help on how to get connected or need a friend. Call me, text, Ig, fb , message me and all the other hundred social media ways to get ahold of me... !
#foreverfriends
Moni

God is good today

Its bitter sweet calling this day good! I mean what is good about them beating my savior, yet if this day didnt happen He wouldn't be my savior.

Being a mom I couldn't imagine how I could love someone else so much more that I would sacrifice my own son for their sins and saving.

Yet God who created the foundation of the earth did just that so that we could have a shot at this life and a chance for eternity.

We don't have credit cards anymore thank god. Debt free.... But there once was a time I did. You see I felt I needed stuff when perhaps I didn't have the funds. So I charged it, on a card to someone else's account, the creditor.

So each month sadly id make the minimum payment yet the balance would never go down. I got caught up in continual spending and finances charges that I was indebted to this creditor.
It wasn't until I married my husband who was much better with finances to help me get outta debt and I have to tell you it is the best feeling ever.

You see Jesus came into this world to pay a debt.He came to pay a debt that wasn't His , but a debt we could never pay. We could never pay off the price a sin.
The rad thing about the debt , He took is that He gives the choice to be pay Him back. How you ask?
By believing in Him, serving Him, loving Him, trusting Him and giving your life to Him.
On a day of pure brokenness I gave Him my life and asked Him to take my debt. He did, He has and hasn't charged interest and daily increase the credit limit of Grace He has given me!

God is good this Friday! 

Save by Grace and forever grateful! 

Mon

Touching our World

 Mrs Vargas ( Noah's TK teacher last year, last day of school)

I'll never forget the first time I walked him in the class for the first time and left him. Last year In TK. I cried for about a week...everyday or maybe it was two. Not totally sure, but what I am sure of is that I wasn't prepared to give him over to someone else.

Well we have definitely come along way in two short school years and I have to say we have been blessed with great teachers who have helped us with the transition. This week is teacher appreciation for our school and In honor of that I'd like to write an open letter to all teachers out there..

Mrs. Pruitt ( Noah's teacher this year, first day of school) 

Dear you,

You .... who should be our children's second teacher, but sometimes we get busy and put that burden of being their first on you. You see we should be our child's first teacher, but often you have to picked up where we have fallen short. Thank you

Thank you for showing up every morning ready to pour into our children, when perhaps you are depleted from your own. Thank you for your time outside the classroom preparing lessons, prepping projects and grading papers. Time you don't want to take away from the kids in your class but more than likely time away from your own family. 

As a mom here is what I want you to know...

 I take my child and I leave him with you, because I trust you. I trust that you will love him, care for him, teach him, giving him back to me at the end of the day  . Not only are you helping him academically, but you are helping , me raise him for society. I could not do it without you. Your calling is a high one, you are touching the world by teaching the next generation on how to live, work, and play. We see the fruit of your labor. Your labor isn't easy, and knowing you have to do it for at least 20 kids, makes me wonder how you do it?

I can imagine on some days you wonder if you are making a difference. Perhaps attitudes don't change, the test scores are not higher or that child will just not connect with you. Maybe today or tomorrow the fruit will not be revealed, but know that it is there.  And I know we don't say thank you enough for the things you have to put up with in the class. I do not take you for granted and Jesus , well he is pretty pleased with the care and love because He is clear in his word on how special the little ones are to him. 

Thank you for being a mom nurturing them, when they are missing us. Thank you for being a friend when they need someone to play with. Thank you for being a coach when they need that push.  Thank you for being their cheerleader, when they need that encouragement. Thank you for being their nurse when they fall on the playground. Thank you for being that disciplinarian when they need correction.  Thank you for being like Jesus and showing them love! Than, you for being there when we cannot! 

One day when my child graduates from high school, and Lord willing college, I will remember each one of you and know you all had a hand in it. I want you to know that I'm praying for you. I'm praying that God would bless you abundantly, because although its a job that should pay millions it pays dollars and cents. I'm praying that my God would keep you healthy, as you wipe boogies, He would give you patience with those challenged by bad behavior and praying that the joy of teaching never leaves you heart. 

Why? Because we need you, we need people like you who care enough about our children to be teachers! We need you because you touch and make a difference in this world because you called... Teacher!

Cant thank you enough,
A grateful Mom!

I give thanks for you making mention in my prayers..
Eph 1:16

Struggling weight!

There, I sat across from her looking into the eyes of a woman who had, had enough. I just need help Mon. I need your help, show me what to do. I was at work and we were in my office, only I was not coaching her on performance or work related issues.

She was tired of the weight struggle. I remember thinking to myself, ....ME to, ME to.. At the time I was working for ATT and I had just dropped a grip of weight and I'm not sure how it happened but I  became the head of the unofficial diet crew of our call center. We had a group of about 15-20 people who I would coach on how to lose weight, we had weekly meetings, a newsletter and for those really struggling I had one on one coaching sessions.

I remember thinking to myself how in the world did I get in this position, when I too didn't have it all figured out and still dont. The other day someone posted on Instagram a quote from Christine Caine and it went like this "God uses rescued people to rescue people." I realized it at the time that although I wasn't equipped on nutrition and working out, I knew the struggle, I knew what God can do and did and that is the encouragement she was looking for.

You know this afternoon, I sat there looking at my running shoes collecting dust and I remember our drive to San Diego many years ago. The Lord just whispered in my ear "Faith, Food, Fitness" I remember asking Him what does that mean?

I wasn't completely sure what it meant for a long time, but I was brought back to the time when I had the diet crew.  I know God has called me to walk along side women who struggle in the areas that most of us struggle with, faith, food and fitness. I know that I am not called because of what I know but called because I know the struggle. And called because of who I know.. Jesus!

Today I had one of those moments when I had to ask myself if I am fully being obedient to what God has called me to do in these areas in my life. Sadly, I had to say No, once again yo yo weight loss, and laziness set in. I can mask it with, being busy serving the Lord, but at the end of the day, I know in my heart that I cannot fully serve God in the areas He has called me in with excuses.

It sucks, to start over.. But here is what I know.. I know that my weight issues go way deeper than what I am willing to share right now. Finding the root of it all has and allowing God to do healing is the step in the right direction. I can tell you that although my food and fitness has wavered, my faith in God has not.

Knowing this makes it easier to accomplish the other two, because we know that we can do ALL things through Him who gives us strength. I know God gave me the words in the most important order Faith-Food- Fitness. Weight loss sprinting will not sustain anyone, because its a marathon!

Speaking of which.. I signed up for the Long Beach in October. This one holds a special place as it was my first and I ran it for Gracie. Runners for Grace was birthed at mile 5 of this marathon. I am super excited that perhaps I can get a team to run this one.

I have to tell you that I was pretty bummed with missing the Pediatric run that our team normally takes part in but as I type I believe He had a great plan and perhaps its Long Beach. I mean what a run to do as a team. So I am praying God would provide me with a team and specifically some who have never ran one before. I would love to walk or run the journey. I promise you will never experience anything like crossing the finish line for the first time!

So as I close out this blog, I thank you for allowing me to share my heart and be real. I also would ask that if you remember me that you would pray as I embark training. And if you are also struggling and need someone to come along side of you, I am always available for prayer. I am not an expert but we can figure it out together! More to come on the journey!

#trustingGod #beingfaithful
Love you!
Moni

Phil 413
1 Cor 9:24-27

Throwing it back blog- mommy's raising boys!

Tomorrow is throw back Thursday and I happen to come across of one my favorite blogs... Wrote it back in 2010..

It's "10 things daddy's should know about mommy raising boys"... Click.. Here to read it! Call me lazy or creative to bring it back.. Either way enjoy!

Love ya!
Moni

puppy houses, full time ministry and Gods will

As I sat on the floor making my second puppy house for one of Caleb's stuffed dog I couldn't help but chuckle. 

Armed with tape, scissors and cardboard , under my breath I mumbled "so this is what you had in mind for full time ministry?" 

Lets back up a minute, actually let me take you back about 8 years ago. I was sitting In my office one afternoon at work. My door was shut but through the open blinds I watch as people passed wondering , what do they think they will be doing in five years. The night before we had an all managers meeting at a hotel and we were handed a paper from our director and at the end the was that question... "Where do you see yourself in five years?" I mean like really who even knows?

I could probably tell you the answers to many of my colleagues. To be in that next position, to make more, to be more etc.... I on the other hand by faith was prompted to write the words,"To be in full time ministry".  At the time sal and I had no kids. We gladly spent many hours serving at the church ,mission trips and outreaches. I guess that question just awoke my spirit that day to ask the Lord, what does that look like? 

I sat at my desk gazing upon multiple open projects, a inbox full of emails, a calendar saturated with meetings, conference calls and round tables wondering if this was going to be my life forever. Don't get me wrong I LOVED my job. The position was created for me and I had my hand in my duties. I got to really work with the things I love ....people and projects! 

But there was just that longing for more. The money, position and responsibility, or even the success I had could not curb my appetite for something I didn't even know I was craving. 

Shortly after, I found out I was pregnant with Asher! And boy was that a surprise! I remember cleaning out my office days before maternity leave, seven boxes of my personal belongings made my director question whether I'd be back. While I was out on leave, the Lord was showing me to quit. Lord you are crazy! Seriously, how could we ever afford it? I am not even sure I am going to like being a mom. I don't even know how to cook that well. 

Well,  I ended up resigning before my leave was over and never went back by faith!  HA! imagine that!  About three years ago I finally got around to cleaning some of the old office boxes and I found that paper, with that question. There in my handwriting I saw the words... "full time ministry".  Five years later and I was technically in full time ministry although it didn't look like how I planned it to be. Instead of mission trips and serving in the church, I was a cooking dinner, cleaning house and trying not to kill the kids!

I'd be lying if I told you the transition was easy it wasn't  and there are still days when I miss the deadlines,problem solving and adult interaction, but I have been blessed to serve my family, friends and my sons school and church.

The "full time ministry " I thought looks noting like I had imagine. Yet I couldn't see myself anywhere else and doing anything else. The point I'm trying to make here is this. 

We limit God to what we think we want or what we think will make us happy. Yet, God knowing the true desires of our heart sees past the temporal and sees the eternal. Gods plans are not ours. And thank Him that they are not, I couldn't imagine missing out on raising my boys and the ministry he has blessed me with. 

Gods a trip man! He is so awesome on how he just orchestrates our lives. Perhaps you are in place that you didn't think you'd be! Or maybe it doesn't fit the "plan" or "vision you had for your life. God knows what He is doing. He had it all planned out before you were even born. He carefully puts together the best blue print for our lives and it would be crazy to be ok with the limitations of our own dreams. I don't believe we can dream any bigger than the dream The Lord has for us. But you have to ask yourself if you are willing to give up your will to Gods perfect will? It ain't easy friends, I still mess it up, however God has graciously put me back on course every time! 

Praying for you and where even He has you even if it doesn't look how you imagined it to. 

#trustinggod, #beingfaithful

Moni

beyond borders

She stopped mid chorus and encouraged us to really think about what we were singing. 

"Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders, where my faith will be made stronger in the presence of my savior."

Do you understand what you are asking? In that moment, what I was asking God was to take me deeper,out of the boat in to the water. Take me into the storm, because it is impossible for faith to be made stronger unless it is exercised. 

How do we exercise faith? It needs to be tested and tried. How is it tested and tried...? A good trip through the valley. About four months ago, I clung to my husband in our kitchen tired. I was so over the season of being in the valley and I just wanted to sit on the mountain top basking in the sun. When can I get back in the boat Lord?

 

Today , I find ourselves no longer in the valley , but we are defiantly miles from the top. I can tell you this.... As I sit and think of the times of being beyond the border of comfortable, I can't help to remember the day our Caleb had his seizure and went unconscious. How I helplessly, sat on the stairs praying with Noah as my husband ran in and outta the house with Caleb unresponsive in his arms. "Talk to Jesus son, hang on to Jesus son" he kept repeating. And what seemed like eternity was only a few moments before the ambulance got to our house. 

I remember following the ambulance with such fear? I had to go deep beyond anything I had ever experienced before to find the faith and trust in The Lord that goes beyond the border of any of my previous testing. I could hear the encouragement that I often shared about in bible studies, blogs or devotions and I had to ask myself do I really believe God had us.

Although that event was traumatic for our family, there is no other way we could have experienced the peace and presence of God like that any other way.

 

A border can be discribed as a boundary. Think about that for a moment. We set boundaries in relationships and places to keep us safe. How uncomfortable do you feel when someone has crossed it.

 

One of the first times I went to Mexico I was terrifed. I heard about all the bad things that happen when you cross the border and how serious you need to be. I remember thinking what if when they ask me something, and I get this unexpected accent. Forget my information and I can't answer. Then they think I'm lying and think I'm trying to cross illegally. Haha... or what if my sense of humor does do well with the Feds and they throw me in the slammer with Pedro and I have to drink the dirty water and I get a parasite and die. 

How dumb huh? We were not even there yet and I was already thinking of how my new life in Mexico would look like , because I would never get back home. 

Last night as we sat with a friend who will be signing her divorce documents today, we reminded her how God is already in our tomorrow. "It's going to be hard tomorrow " she kept saying. "Or it may not. We have no idea how tomorrow will be, but we know God is already there. " We don't know what's beyond the border we are asking God to lead us beyond.

BUT we can rest in the fact that He is there. 

I love the last part of that chorus:

"...in the presence of my savior". God is present! Thank God He is always faithful to show up. 

It's a deep song, but it's also a heavy prayer. After truly understanding what I was asking I have never sang it the same. Perhaps God has taken you outside the border of your own trust. Where you are I'm the middle of a heavy workout of faith building, remember one thing God will never lead you where His grace cannot keep you! 

#trusting God, being faithful

Moni

Drifting

There I stood on the shoreline gazing out looking out at all the surfers . I remember thinking how I would never go that far in the ocean. I was about nine years old and we rarely made it out to the beach much, perhaps because we were Mexican. And when we did we didn't stay long because my mom didn't enjoy the sand. 

So , there I stood with my lil butt cheeks hanging out of the bottom of my swim suit that was a little snug. ok who am I kidding that thing was screaming to get off. I don't care, I had a rad new boggie board. Gripping tightly to that board, I held on for dear life as I approached wave after wave. "Come out here."..came between the waves from my brother and cousin who were much daring than I.

"Nope! I'm comfortable here where my feet can touch the ocean floor." They made their way to me making fun of me and again trying to convince me it was much funner farther out. Wave after wave, we played in the ocean and before I knew it there I was clinging to my board and my feet could no longer feel the bottom.

Looking out to see how far the shoreline was I Immediately panicked, how on earth did I get this far out?

Webster defines "drift" as this-

: a slow and gradual movement or change from one place, condition, etc., to another

I slowly drifted and it was not intentional, but as I got distracted with playing with the boys I slowly made my way to uncharted waters.

I don't believe someone intentionally ends up at 189 pounds at 5'2. I don't believe some intentionally draws away from the Lord. I don't believe that someone who has been working out consistently for months or years, wakes up one day and decides not work out anymore. I don't believe that someone goes to a place of sin that will wreck their life intentionally.

This weekend I attended a women's retreat and one of the speakers brought up drifting, and it really made me evaluate times in my life when I have drifted from the things that are good. It is easy to drift If we are not careful.

You see one compromise here, one there and soon you find yourself in waters where your feet cannot touch the ground. It made me really evaluate where in my life at this very moment have I drifted from. Taking that self examination it made me realize that I have drifted from the very three things that prompted this blog, my faith, food and fitness.

Lord how did I end up here? You drifted Moni, that's how. Remember when you were to busy to hear me calling you? I was trying to increase your faith.Remember that testing, I was trying to get you to trust me. Remember when you said, just one bite of this will not hurt? It led to another and then another. Remember when you choose to sit on the couch and watch two hours of tv, when it was time to run? You drifted.... 

It didn't happen overnight but very slowly. If we are not careful and intentional in the things that matter most we will find our self in a place far off wondering how on earth did I get so far away. 

My brother saw the panic in my face and he swam to me and grabbed a hold of the board and wave after wave we rode it to shore. 

In the book of Matthew, it tells us that when Peter was walking on water to Jesus and started to sink, he called out, and IMMEDIATELY Jesus stretched out His arm to help him. Don't you love that about God that despite how much we mess up, lack faith, have unbelief or don't trust, when we call upon His name and He immediately stretches out His arm to save us.

 

I mean seriously Peter, you had Jesus right there walking on water with you and calling you, how on earth could you have any once of fear? It says Peter took his eyes off The Lord and placed them on the water. Doh..... Um yea that's happen to me more than a few times!

 

Are you drifting? Have you drifted? If you have, you have to know that you are never to far from the shore. When you call upon The Lord He will immediately stretch out his hand to save you and help you. May God help us to keep our feet planted in Him and His word. When we use Him as the anchor and truly believe he is the anchor of our soul, it is impossible to drift.

 

Commit all your ways to Him. Tonight I commit to Him my faith, my food and my fitness and declare that He is the anchor to my soul. I pray He is also yours. Friends it truly a labor some journey ! I know I can beat a dead horse by saying don't do it alone, but I will encourage you again. Surround yourself with ladies that will come alongside and be the lifter of your arms. Be humble, be transparent and be real, because we all know no one is all that and a bag of chips! #whatdoesthatmeananyways #idontevenlikechipswithoutsalsa #dopeoplestillsaythatanymore

Here is a picture from our retreat.. These are a few ladies who stand in the gap and are the lifter of my hands when I am tired.. I am truly blessed and many more who are not in this picture. I heart truly overflows with Gods Grace! 

Trusting god, being faithful, 

Love you,

Moni

Field tripping

Right after I asked her to babysit brother I was prompted to ask her if she wanted to go on the field trip.

"Would you like to go on the field trip with Noah? And I'll stay home with Caleb?"
As soon as the text left my inbox immediately I wanted to crawl through the network and retract it. She said "sure" and like that I felt like I gave my child up adoption.
A little dramatic? Totally. But for someone who struggles with control, the thought of missing my child's trip with him being in a bus on the freeway in a public place without me could cause a case of well the dramatic antics of a high school girl that just found out her boyfriend cheated with her best friend. (What? Where on earth did that come from?)
Monday as I asked his teacher , if it was ok for his auntie to go. I secretly wanted her to say no. But she didnt!

Last night at dinner I mentioned to Noah that auntie Cassie would be going on the trip and he broke down in tears. He said , "but you are my mommy and you need to go. "At that moment I was unsure what to. Do I be sensitive to his need and longing for me to be there ? or lay down the law and tell him the plans were set.

I asked him to pray and sleep on it and see what Jesus would have us do. I asked him to be open to whatever God was showing him and we would talk in the morning. As I was explaining to him the importance of being flexible I was trying to convince myself of same thing.
This morning we woke up and he said he still wanted me to go. I asked him what God showed him. He said he was not sure. I got in the shower in case I had to stand in last minute. When I got out of the shower, Caleb woke up a little under the weather and I was also feeling the same way.
I explained to Noah it would be best that auntie Cassie would go on the trip. I explained to him that brother needed me and it would be a blessing for the time him and auntie would have.
I came downstairs and my hubby took over. As I made their lunches the thoughts of missing out, not being there and his anxietys flooded my mind.

He came down and he decided that it was a good idea for his auntie to go. As he left I was sad but god showed me what a great opportunity it was to grow in the areas we both struggle with... Control!
Today Noah learned that he needed to push his needs aside and allow me to be with brother. He learned how to be flexible although we can plan God directs the steps. He also learned that in his anxiety of me not being there he needed to trust in The Lord. Unfortunately my boy has inherited the need for things to be in order, perfect and planned. And life my friends is anything but that.
It's only through these times God allows us to exercise our faith to help us in the areas we most struggle with.

Today I'm learning to trust God completely with my child. How to resist the lies of the enemy telling me how I'm missing out , reminding myself of the blessings auntie Cassie is having spending this fun time with her nephew. God showed me that I too need to be flexible and give up the control that there will be moments that happen in our children's lives that won't happen on our watch and we need to be ok.

Today God graciously showed me that my son needs to live out his own faith that mommy may not always be there but his God always shows up. Today The Lord gave us an opportunity to grow and gave auntie Cassie and Noah some fond memories.

Hitting a wall

I remember the map showed about four miles along the beach then we would hang a left onto residential streets. 

As I gazed ahead, I only saw a sea of runners and there was no detour in sight. I felt like I had been running along the beach for what seemed like eternity and it didn't look like it was going to change any time soon. 

The first six miles seemed to fly, with the changing of the scenery, but the straight path of just sand and ocean became undaunting. As I got to the next mile marker hoping to get some sort of relief from another mile down, I was met with frustration. 

Mile EIGHT? I thought I already ran that mile. Immediately, my mind was met with uncertainty and fear. As I ran past runner after runner stopping, cramping, crying.... I started to fear what if I can't finish. What if I start to cramp. What if I never get past these beach miles. What if.... 

Immediately I had to remind myself that this wall I'm hitting was more mental than physical. I had trained for this and I was prepared to finish. If I get pass this wall, I would be ok. Although I could not see the finish line, each step was one closer to finishing. I had to make a choice to panic or fight through it and finish. 

Today as I started the day, I had to remind myself this is another wall, although I cannot see the finish line each minute, each breath I take is one closer to the finish line. 

My back is whacked from my sciatica , I am barely getting around and we found ourselves in urgent care again with another round of strep for Noah. I feel like I have been running along the beach forEVER. To be honest it's only been about 7 months, But this stretch has been undaunting!

Just like running in a marathon, in life we hit walls. Here we are running along and some miles seem to breeze by with ease and then ,there are those that we feel will never end. When? are we going to see the next mile marker? Then we get there only to realize its a mile of the same struggle, testing and growing. 

It's then we have to make a choice on how we are going to continue to run. Reminding ourselves of the spiritual training we have gone through, or retreating and giving up. When we take our eyes off the prize ahead, let our fears have power over faith and we look to the right or left we are headed into a heap of trouble. 

Remember when peter got off the boat and walked on water to Jesus. It was not until he took his eyes off Jesus and let the fear of walking on water mentally take over when he started to sink. 

That was his mistake. But what I love, is that although he had this mental lapse. The bible tells us that Jesus immediately grabbed him. 

It's so reassuring to know that as we are running when hit that wall we can call upon the name Jesus to pull us up. But if I'm being honest I have to tell you that just knowing that is not enough. We need to put what we know into action by faithfully fighting through the wall. 

You don't have to do it alone. One thing that helped me along the course was the pleather of people who came out to cheer, hold signs and shouted "your doing great, almost there".

The last few days we have been blessed with family and friends who have stepped up in school pick up, running errands and bringing us dinner! We were not intended to walk this journey solo.. Dont be to proud to accept the help, and accept the blessings. 

Run your race, keep your eye on the prize, fight through the wall and don't do it alone! 

#trustingGod #beingfaithful
Moni