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11.21.2017


The past few days, I have looked at this blog more than I had in the last year. This writing space which I had sadly overlooked for more than 365 days...a space that is safe and a space I missed.

Writing has always been an outlet for me and for some reason, in a time I needed it the most, I turned away. Isn't that often the human response? You know what you need, but sometimes it isn't what you want.

Too much of 2017 was spent with me forgetting who I am and WHOSE I am. I have no real reason or excuse for this, but a handful of days ago, I woke up. Too late, but just in time. I am coming back to who I am, who I want to be and who God has called me to be. Back to the wife Andrew deserves and the one I promised to be almost a decade ago (whoa).

Sometimes when you're in the midst of searching, you may not know what you're looking for. And in those moments, you get turned around. Running, stumbling, falling. That was much of my year. All self-induced. Running from...well, more often than not, myself and the things I was afraid to face. I'd brush myself off, tell myself I was fine, all the while becoming increasingly scratched and bruised.

Then, in the aforementioned handful of days ago, I stopped and turned to look at what made me fall. Facing the thing that hurt you or that you allowed to do so is not an easy feat. But history can be a repetitive punk and I was determined to stop it in its tracks this time. I made the same mistake more than one too many times.

They say if you fall, get up and brush yourself off. As if it never happened. As if you didn't fall for a reason. But what if you don't? I mean, of course get back up - life isn't meant to be lived at ground level. What if you allow that dust that clings to your clothes, hands, face, remind you of where you've been? Again, history - a repetitive punk. It is a stealth enemy who can come out of nowhere if you aren't on guard. If you are, almost constantly, reminding yourself that slow and steady wins the race.

Life - a marathon, a war, but abundantly worth living. And living well and right.

This week is about reflecting on the many, many God given blessings and I plan on not missing a moment to do so this week, next or those to come. To pause, look around and remind myself where God has brought me from and where He is taking me. To gaze at the dust and know it's a symbol of the fight I tried to fight but didn't need to.

2017 is not yet over, and I will not allow the remaining weeks of the year escape me. I will honor the Lord and my husband with my time, my actions, my life. I will give thanks for all.

Happy Thanksgiving week to all!

God's Love Song

12.24.2015

This Christmas has arrived like so many others before it - fast.

Its arrival seems as shocking to me as always. It's a day that once seemed to take ages to arrive to one I attempt, mostly in vain, to prolong it's arrival. As quickly as it arrives, it's gone even faster.

It is a day many of us try to create, but Christmas cannot be created nor can it be bought or made.

Christmas is more than the weather (can I get an amen?) or the number of presents beneath the tree.

Christmas is God's love song to us.

The night His Son was sent to this Earth. Not to be celebrated, but to die. For us.

Each year we have the opportunity to celebrate the grace and love sent to this Earth so many years ago. A king that became a baby. A Lord that became a Savior.

What a gift. A gift so many of us lose in the hustle and bustle. A gift we should be expectant of, but allow expectations to override the longing.

The looking.

The pausing.

Pause and look, truly look, at the multitude of blessings making up our lives. The blessings that are often easily taken for granted. Look around at those you love and who love you.

Christmas is easy to get lost in - the bows, the carols, the glitter. But what about what Christmas is truly about. The babe that left His throne and gave up everything for me. For you.

Don't let the Nativity scene be just a scene. See it. Mary, Joseph, Jesus. See them, as the people they were and are. The realness of their respective sacrifices.

My truest hope for all is a joyful Christmas, but sometimes, joy can be hard to find. In those times, my hope is, in the midst of the aforementioned hustle and bustle, you find peace. However, in spite of all we try to manufacture this time of year, we're still real people with real emotions and sometimes the 364 days before were real hard.

Be sad, but be present. Squeeze tight and let go. Enjoy the bows, the carols, and even the glitter (in moderation of course). Even if you're wondering how you're going to survive the next few days, remember the reason for it all. Remember the young girl who had no idea how she would do what was asked of her. The man who had to take an angel at it's word and believe everything that was about to happen was bigger than he could fathom.

Above all, remember the screaming infant. The infant who was the King of Kings and took on flesh and blood. Push away the glitter and bows. Turn down the carols. Turn to Him. He has come for you, asking for nothing, but your presence.

Merry Christmas Eve to all!



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Taking Stock & A Summer Recap

9.16.2015

Hi. I'm Maggie.


I thought it may be helpful to introduce myself as it's been three months since I lasted posted, so you're welcome.

At the beginning of this month, I had ambitions of participating in this lovely challenge, but clearly that's not happening as we're almost to the midway point of the month and nary a day has been completed. Best laid plans and whatnot. Despite missing half a few days, I plan on doing some of the days in effort to jump start my "writers" block.  At least that's what I'm going to tell myself.

High hopes and a small dose of delusion are magical ingredients for a blogger.

Sidebar: at what point can you stop blaming "writers" block and just own up to being lazy?

It's hard to believe summer is unofficially over, but I am more than ready for cooler days and smaller hair. Y'all remember when the "Friends" gang went to Barbados? Do you remember Monica's hair? The struggle is real.

Despite the heat that I more than once referred to as an all encompassing torture chamber, or the hair that made me feel as though I needed to turn sideways before walking through doorways, we had a really fun summer.


We hung out with Taylor Swift//...and Eric Church//went to the beach//spent time with sweet family//caught up with an old friend//made silly pictures with a new friend//displayed artistic skills//had a car picnic with my mom//went to to my favorite city 
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In August, we were briefly faced with potentially life changing decisions, but God blessed us with another option for this season of our lives (trust me, you prefer the cryptic vs. the whole story), and I was offered an awesome new job opportunity!


Y'all. I have never had my own business cards and you have no idea how legit I felt when I saw a whole box of them.
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Per usual, I'm marveling at the fact we're quickly (though sometimes it feels slow) approaching fall. In spite of my somewhat dramatic, albeit accurate, description of summer, it was pretty awesome.

I traveled down country roads and took in sweeping city views. 

I hugged and kissed the ones I love the most. 

I had moments of tears and days of laughter. 

I had daily reminders that caused me to pause, take stock, and think "I love this life."

At some point, or several points, today, just stop. Be still. Look around and realize that life is pretty amazing.

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May Recap & June Goals

6.04.2015

You know, in a world that is ever changing, I could say the whooshing sound the months make as they go by is a constant I'm thankful for.

However, that would be a lie, and I'm all about honesty. So, here we are in June and I'm still trying to wrap my head around what went down the 31 days of May.

Welcome to my world.

In my work world, the best and only way to describe it would be "chaotic." If I'm feeling extra creative, I'd throw "overwhelming" in the mix, too. In my "real" (loosely used) world, it was much less dramatic and overall, pretty awesome.

May consisted of...

...the girls taking me on a walk around Lake Wylie for Mother's Day...


...having my last meeting with my little sister before summer, and being gifted with this awesome drawing...
me or Taylor...it's a toss up

...spending time at my grandparents and enjoying the beauty that is their land...


...a weekend in Boone with my lovely and wonderful mama...


...River Jam date night at the White Water Center...


...and finally starting this book!


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In January, I wrote the following words:
"Fresh starts and new beginnings are not dictated by the calendar or your current situation. God does not demand a certain amount of time to pass before making all things new. He asks only that you forget the things that could weigh you down, recognize what He's giving you, and trust."
Many times I find myself focusing on the rush of all rather than the presence of it all. I forget moments make up the days that form the years. I overlook the small trying to see the big instead of being actively...still. January lends itself to pushing reset, but why not June? Or August? Or tomorrow.

The "good ole' days" are happening today. I have to remind myself to pause, even if just for a moment, and realize the weight of it all.

I had an epiphany when I was in Boone with my mom; this was my opportunity to show the woman that raised me the place I grew up. Though she came to Boone a few times while I was there, it's different to go back now that I am an "adult." I don't want to miss those epiphanies. I don't want to be blase about the moments making potential memories, that they're over before I realize they began.

So this is my June reset. I will make the promises and be intentional and appreciate the gift that is the day and the newness of the half year. I will make my "30 Before 30" more than an afterthought. I am going to out on a limb here and say I will be able to cross off at least three items and assign dates to five others that need some advanced planning.

Small steps, people.





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Priorities & Part Two of 30 Before 30

5.26.2015

Lately, I have felt the urge to revisit this space I used to frequent more often than not. To some, feeling an "urge" may seem rather meaningless, but for me, it's a welcome change from what became the normal.

Priorities. How often do you reevaluate yours? Have you ever? The official Google result for the definition of "priority" is "a thing that is regarded as more important than another; the right to take precedence or to proceed before others." Depending on the season of life, we may not get to choose what takes precedence or what is regarding as more important. However, these seasons typically don't last and when they come to a close, it's up to us to determine what gets moved to the top of the proverbial list of priorities.

When the year began, I had high hopes for making my "30 Before 30" list one of my top priorities, but then I let other things take precedence, and if I'm being honest, I got lazy. I seemed to think just because I created the list and told people about it, the items would get crossed off. Well, since I'm that obnoxious person that says resolutions can be made any time and not just at the turning of the calendar, I'm making a May 26 resolution; to be intentional. Maybe I accomplish everything on my list. Maybe I don't. The point of this list is not scribble a line or check a box. The point is to make 2015 and the final months of my 20s one I can be proud of. To make the most of the time I have and to not take for granted the relationships that have, and continue to, molded me.

I will do an official "check in" of my list at the end of June, but in the mean time, the second part of my "30 Before 30":
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16. Plant a small garden...and keep it alive

17. Batting cages

18. Go on a picnic (or two!)

19. Have a "girls night out" every month

20. Have six date nights at six different, new (to us) restaurants in Charlotte

21. Visit family members for no reason at all

22. Climb a mountain

23. Go kayaking or stand up paddle boarding

24. Get published

25. Try rock climbing (via a wall)

26. Take a mother/daughter trip DONE! {Recap coming soon}

27. Have pictures taken of me and Andrew and the pups

28. Do one thing that terrifies me

29. Plan and host a dinner party

30. Figure out what I want to be when I grow up

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Should you see something you would like to witness or be a part of, I welcome the chance to share any of the items with you! 

This year, per usual, has taken on a speed resembling lighting, but I can't let that determine the level of intentionality or purpose I live it out. And I as I said before, that is the reason the behind this list. 

That, and it's an excuse to do a lot of fun things...to be continued! 

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Count What Counts

4.13.2015

Counting the things that count. People. Time. Love. Things that can escape us in a moment without even glancing back. We live in a society that looks for worth in the space of 140 characters or less. When did that become the norm? When did we start seeing each other as summaries of who we could or should be rather than human beings?

When did murder and death become water cooler talk? Have we all become so jaded and used to this backwards world that we read stories of lives taken the way we read the weather report?

I am tired of media pushing along the racial tension that has once again seized this country. Anger and hurt don't need assistance to make their mark. In my opinion, there is literally no reason to differentiate race when referencing the death brought on by another human being. All lives matter, and gender, race, professions should not cause any life to be weighed differently when taken. Life and people, of all types and stages, are worth counting.

We should all be bothered when someone's life is taken.

We should all take a stand in love rather than flounder in hate.

Are there bad {insert whatever you'd like here} in this world? Absolutely. Are there good {insert the same here} in this world? Without a shadow of doubt, yes.

I am one of those obnoxious people that believe, despite what Twitter and Yahoo! has to say, good outweighs bad. I have to. The moment I don't believe it is the moment I start actively praying the Lord takes me home.

I am exhausted from reading headline after headline about the evil trying to make its home in this world. Here in the United States, the Middle East, Africa. All over. Senseless murders happen every day and I realize, there is no reason in evil. Evil does evil for the sake of evil.

My heart aches, physically aches, for those who lose someone they love. It's heavy for those whose reality becomes a nightmare in the blink of an eye. We all live our lives, to some degree, with a level of invincibility. However, this year, already, I've been reminded life, as we know it in this moment, is fleeting.

I also tend to believe I have some control of what happens to me and those I love. Again, reality has come knocking at my door in the loudest of ways to tell me I'm wrong. Do moments like that suck? Yes. Do I still trust God is good in those moments? Even when I don't know how to, yes.

Rambling aside, I realize this post is vastly different than any I have ever published. Writing has been hard for me as of late, but writing in truth is always easier than writing something passion can't find. I also realize, before I even hit "publish," there will be some, maybe many, bothered by what I've said. That's okay. I will never say anything with malicious intent, however, in the midst of my rambling, are my true feelings and thoughts.

I want this country and this world to stop seeking out things to be angry about. People, by nature, are messy and will mess up. Love, mercy, grace...forgiveness. Four things none of us are worthy of receiving, but do on a daily basis.

How different would the day look if we gave it away the same way it was given to us?    
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What I've Learned Along the Way

3.30.2015

Life, and the manner in which it is lived, lends itself for us to learn. A lot. Some lessons, as we all know, are harder than others. But regardless of the level of difficulty, all lessons are worth learning.

Everyday, I'm faced with the somewhat harsh truth that I don't know nearly as much as I think I do. Everyday, I realize the amount I have left to learn is startling compared to the amount I know. Or at least the amount I think I know.

Some lessons I learn over and over. Others I have been taught, often times the hard way. Regardless of how I have come upon these lessons, I am reminded the best way to approach this classroom we call life, is with a spirit of humbleness, mercy, and a little bit of grace.

God uses the moments that make up the day and the people that make those moments count to teach us, but more importantly, to love us. What I've learned along the way is a fraction of what I have left to learn, but nonetheless, they are invaluable and irreplaceable.

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Silence is under appreciated

Deep breaths have the power to change things

Perspective is everything

Everyone is fighting a harder battle

Patience and a sense of humor are powerful ingredients

Not everyone is going to like you...and that's okay

A smile and a kind word will get you far

Dancing, no matter how badly, is good for the soul

Memories are meant to be made

Size does not determine victories

Books are magical

Productivity and relaxing are not enemies, but balancing acts

Life doesn't wait for you. Show up. Every. Single. Day.




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