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365 Grateful: Day 70

Man… today was eventful. I’m grateful that I got to do some things for myself.


A little shopping…


Some yoga…


And this henna tattoo… even though I think it looks like a penis. Hey, I’m just saying.

I’m also grateful for life because right before my yoga class, there was a terrible accident that came a couple feet from my car.


I’m standing right by my car here.

The car pictured flipped in the air and came down on the driver’s side. The other car involved did a 180 and hit a tree. Two people were involved. One is okay the other I assumed went to the hospital. Please pray for him.

Almost two hours later, they are still trying to get this car out of the ditch.


I just pray the other guy is ok.


365 Grateful: Day 57 (late)

Today (yesterday, again), I’m grateful that God has given me perspective. For so much of my life, I have felt tossed and driven by other people’s opinions, other people’s desires, and my innate desire for a happiness that I’ve never been able to obtain.

Today, I take my power back. That power that God gives you at birth to choose Him. That power that you have to stand square footed against the enemy and say, “If my God is for me, what is the world against me?”

I don’t have to figure anything out or feel guilty because I can’t do or be what others want me to do or be. I can even let go of the guilt that I’ve placed on myself to be perfect…a goal that I’m obviously falling very short of.


I can simply stay in this moment, take this breath, shed this tear, and live.

The Little Flower


 There once was a little flower, whose beauty shone brightly throughout a field. She was one of many wildflowers but, something about her was different, rare. Not only was she beautiful, she had the ability to bring healing to anyone who would look past her beauty and simply care for her in love.

Every morning, the little flower would raise her head and receive the first rays of the sun. Her petals glistened with dew and she was an amazing sight to see. Her stem stood boldly, enduring the weight of her beautiful head with ease. Her leaves lifted gracefully towards the heavens in worship. 

One day, a young man came along and while he was taking in the beauty of all the wildflowers, this little flower shone gloriously above the rest. He quickly and carefully uprooted her and took her home.

The young man planted the little flower in a pot that matched her beauty. It was meticulously created with the hand of some unknown artist. One could easily assume that this pot was created just for this little flower. She was home and excited to begin another leg of her amazing journey.

The young man took special care of the little flower. He watered her and loved talking to her. He would make sure the soil in which she was planted was moist enough and that she was placed so that she could catch the first rays of the sun in the morning and the colorful wash of light as the sun made its final desent. He would admire her beauty every time he laid eyes on her and her little head would lift as if to please him even more.

This went on for a period of time until the young man eventually tired of the maintenance for the little flower. He bored and became numb to her glorious beauty. He hadn’t taken the time to investigate the flower any further, for he would have known that she kept an amazing gift within. 

See, the young man suffered with the effect of a broken heart. In his effort to pull himself up by his bootstraps, he failed to allow himself to heal and where there was once joy and a zeal for life, bitterness and resentment had set up shop. His once amazing personality had become selfish and focused on only what would benefit him. What he was not able to see was the fact that this little flower could have facilitated his healing.

As time progressed, the little flower became neglected. Her brightly colored petals now drooped in dullness. Her stem, which once stood with the braveness of Ester, bowed over in shame. Her leaves, once reaching upwards in worship, now barely lifted in agony. Her soil, previously kept at a specific moistness, was now dry and pulling moisture from the little flower. She was no longer placed in the path of the sun but, was left in a corner so as to not attract the attention of the young man. 

The young man no longer admired the little flower. He barely noticed her. He seemed to do everything he could to not have to look at her because doing so pricked a place in his heart.

One day, in an effort to clean his house, he threw her and the beautifully crafted pot he so carefully planted her in, away. 

Moral: Sometimes, there’s more than meets the eye. Appreciate what you have, while you have it. You may be throwing away the very thing you need.

365 Grateful: Day 16

Today, I’m grateful for life. My friend and I were sitting on the side of a very busy highway today near an exit. I was out of gas, in case you were wondering.
In my rear view, I saw a truck veer out of his lane and head straight toward us. At the last second, he jerked the vehicle back into his lane.

Thank God for life.


Until next time,

365 Grateful: Day 14 (late)

So, this post was supposed to go up yesterday but, better late than never, right?

Today, I’m grateful for growth. It’s not always obvious when we are growing. Sometimes, it seems as if we keep doing the same things, committing the same mistakes. It’s only when we look back at who we were and compare it to who we are now, that growth can really be seen.

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a post about new beginnings where I posted a photo of my lillies breaking through the ground. Today, I am able to see how fast and much they have grown because I was there in the beginning. I have something to compare it to. This, I believe, helps me to be more appreciative of their growth. 


When you are having a hard time seeing your own growth, take a moment and look back. It helps…a lot. 🙂

Until next time,

365 Grateful: Day 6 & 7

So, yesterday was a BEAST and I didn’t have time to post. Plus, it was hard to think of what part of my day I was grateful for since I was dealing with some emotional stuff.

I finally resolved to being grateful for me. I am finally appreciating who I am and who God is creating me to be.


Today, I’m grateful for a beautiful, sunny day. There’s something about the country side on a brisk, sunny, spring day. My focus today is to stay in the moment. This one was not a bad one to be in.


Until next time,

So, the other day I woke from a dream. I couldn’t remember any events that may have occurred. The only thing that was fresh on my mind was of me asking someone to define priority. 

At this point, it was about 4:30am and my only goal was to go back to sleep. I couldn’t, however, because all I continued to hear was, “Stacie, I have to be a priority, not an obligation.” 

Of course, I was at a loss as to what it all meant. To me, a priority and an obligation mean the same thing, pretty much. I prayed about the event and the impression, asked for clarity, and went on about my day.

Later on, while talking to my Mom, I told her about what happened. Her response brought everything into perspective. 

She said that the difference between a priority and an obligation is where your heart is. If something is a priority, your heart desires to do it. With an obligation, not so much.

Pretty simple, right? Eh…maybe. I leave you with this question: With what, or who, does your heart lie?

Until next time,


365 Grateful: Day 3

Today, I am grateful for my gifts.

A couple of years ago, I felt pulled by God to make a change in my life. The pull was to quit teaching and really pursue my dream of being an artist. One of the struggles that I had was seeing how being an artist would serve the community and serve God’s purpose in me.

It was easy being a teacher, going to work, motivating, and touching the lives of children. It was easy to do but, it was not where I felt I was supposed to be. To be able to do something well but not be passionate about it was, well…draining to say the least.

So, with the support and encouragement of my husband, I quit my job. Who knew that my gift would end up ministering to me first.


Here a a piece I created to donate to a prayer conference. It was created about three months ago but, I saw it again today. While creating it, this is what was revealed to me:

1. This piece was created on a canvas that was originally intended for something else. I am still in a place where my skill set does not quite meet my taste so, the original idea was a fail. Instead of me throwing the canvas away, I set it aside for later use.

Just as this canvas, God does not throw us away simply because we may have “failed”. We may be set aside,  while He develops our character, to be used for a later date.

2. I covered the canvas with texture paste and white gesso. This prepared it to receive the paint that I intended to put onto it while creating an interesting texture. The texture paste was added using my hands and not some fancy art tool.

This reminded me of how God will have His hands in our lives. We sometimes expect His movement to be upscale and fancy but sometimes, it comes in the most ordinary of ways.

In the same way that I used gesso to prime my canvas, God primes us through our character so that we may receive what He is wanted to place in (and on) us.

3. After applying the texture paste, I realized that I wanted movement. In order to achieve this, I had to force the paste to move by shaking the canvas downward. When I wanted the paste to stop moving, I placed it on its back to allow it to dry. I then oriented the canvas so that the paste was no longer going down, but up.

In our own lives, in order for God to stop our downward movement, He might have to place us on our backs. In that orientation, our only perspective is up. He then situates us so that what might have been a characteristic of our downward progression, becomes the very thing that points upwards…to Him.

4. I painted the canvas using a color gradient from a turquoise to a deep purple. It wasn’t doing it for me. There was no interest, no draw to the piece. It was at this point when I felt a need to highlight the deeper, sunken in places. To do this, I colored the canvas with black and then wiped the black treatment off. I realized very quickly that bringing depth to the low places of the painting, consequently brought attention to the peaks.

Usually, black is discouraged when painting. In this case, however, I knew that I wanted a dramatic effect and that black is the only color that would give me what I wanted.

We become interesting, relatable and able to draw people when the darkest parts of our lives are highlighted. We spend so much time trying to hide the mistakes that we have made, the failures that we have experienced and those deep, dark secrets. Somehow, we believe that keeping those skeletons in the closet, frees us from them. Au contraire!

Holding onto secrets in fear of someone finding them out, actually keeps you in bondage to them. As long as you don’t share your testimony, you give the enemy permission to emotionally blackmail you with it. Pray about sharing, with at least one trustworthy person. You’ll find freedom in releasing. You will also find that acknowledging that you are weak, brings light to the fact that God is made strong in our weaknesses.

It’s amazing how God will speak to you in the most unlikely ways. My goal is to always be aware of His movements in my life. If we are not careful, God could be moving and we miss it entirely. My life cannot be that distracting.

Until next time,

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