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What's It Like to be Married to Me?

This poor guy right here.

He is my best friend. And although I don't always know how to show it, I love him so much.

As one of the most stubborn girls in the world, I can honestly tell you that if you struggle with how to show your husband are not alone.

I love this guy so much, but until recently did not realize exactly how to communicate respect to him.

I found an article online last week that REALLY stepped on my toes. I haven't read the rest of her posts, so I don't endorse the blog. But I do think this article is something us stubborn wives need to hear.

It was really #1 that jolted me. "Choose Joy". Hmm, that's a good thought but what if I'm genuinely not happy? Well, she went on to answer that question; "Please don't use moodiness as an attempt to manipulate your man, but in all things rejoice, because that's the right thing to do"…

Sometimes Busy is Bad

I was in the play "Our Town" in high school and never did this quote stick out to me quite as much as it did the other day. I'm just reminded that everyday is a gift and every moment with my husband is a moment to treasure. It's selfish of me not to put in the effort to stay connect with my friends and family.

I want to hold tight the good moments in life. I want to take beautiful moments and dwell on them. And take moments of conviction and let it seep into my soul. I want to take dark and hard moments and remember the pain. I want to take quiet moments and be still.
In our staff meeting this week, we read the article "Tyranny of the Urgent" by Charles E. Hummel. It was the perfect "cherry-on-top" to my recent revelation about how I should live my life. Here is one of my favorite quotes about learning to say "no" to some good things, even ministry opportunities.


They're a few things that I'm obsessed with. CarsonScoutbeing clean and organizednail polishshoesjournalscandlesEverybody Loves Raymondmy morning cup of joeHaving to battle a headache because of my lack of coffee, being annoyed that my house isn't perfectly clean and organized and laying out all my pretty nail colors just to look at, got me thinking. Why in the world am I not as obsessed about my personal relationship with Jesus as I am about the little things in life that have grown to matter so much to me? I know this may sound like a "Jesus Juke" (phrase coined by author Jon Acuff) but it's really not. As I'm reading "The Circle Maker" I decided that one of the things that I am going to circle in prayer for myself, is to be constantly growing in the Lord and to hunger and thirst for the things of God. So God has been using the little things in my life to show me how small I've made Him. Yeesh. What an awful feeling. There is reall…

Defining Success

I've gotten a bit behind on my "Circle Maker" reading but last week I picked up where I left off! I was challenged to define success for myself. Which seems like an easy enough task. Until you sit down with a pen and paper and actually try to write it down. Sheesh. So here's what I've come up with, I'm sure that it will change as my life changes. And I hope to add onto it throughout the years. 1. To be a joyful, supportive, caring and loving wife whom Carson adores, loves and respects. 2. To be a consistent, prayerful and godly mother.3. To play a role in encouraging and motivating young women in their walks with God.4. To never stop writing for me and my family.

Praying is Hard

I'm not very good at praying. I never really have been. I've always loved journaling, so Bible study hasn't been as difficult. When I study the Word I feel like I have control over my spiritual life, I have something to respond to. When I pray, I feel awkward and usually get distracted. It might be because every time a need presents itself in my life, I know that the Lord knows exactly what to do. Even if I don't have a sweet clue. So I guess after so many "needs" presented themselves I just stopped praying. I think I've justified it by telling myself that God and I have this "unspoken" relationship where we don't even need to talk about things...we just pick up where we left off. I've always felt convicted about my prayer life with the Lord, but never had the tools or understanding to do anything differently. Car troubles are not a foreign concept to the Wagner family. Last week when our car began shutting down at red lights we j…

Redeeming Love

She’s thrown down Shameful and scarred. Pieced together with affections Affections that died long ago She remains shallow And the mystery of her purity Lies open and naked on the street. Where once stood dignity Now lies defeat Where once was a quiet blossom Their lies a fallen roseFallen into sin Awakened by guilt Will hope and forgiveness Find their way into her heart? He lifts her chin She can not meet His gaze He asks her, “Who condemns you?” There is no one Not a soul She has found redemption A clean and healed heart Her sins are forgiven She's given a fresh start. I wrote this during my freshman year of college. I love the story in John 8:1-11. If you haven't read it and this doesn't make sense -- go read the passage. It's a short but amazing picture of God's redeeming love.

By the Grace of God

I listen to a lot of music. Different genres, different styles. Some of it I always love and some I really have to be in the mood for. When I was in middle school I listened to a whole lot of Ginny Owens, Point of Grace, Avalon and on my especially rebellious days; Britney Spears and Backstreet Boys. As I grew older I started to adapt this "change-the-world-I-don't-need-boys" mentality which was anthemed by the likes of Barlow Girl, Carrie Underwood and mostly fueled by Bethany Dillon. When I was in high school I listened to a lot of Switchfoot, Relient K, Anberlin, Sherwood and always Bethany Dillon. Now I find that I listen to everything from Rascal Flatts to big broadway soundtracks like Wicked. If I still wrote songs and played the guitar I'm sure my music would sound totally different from my young worshipful tunes I wrote in high school. But I'm grateful for those songs. Although I would never sing them in a public setting, even if you paid me. But they w…

Writer's Block

I've dusted off the old blog in hopes that I'll start writing more again. It's been just a bit since my last post, but honestly I don't think I would've even known what to say. I used to free write all the time, but I've since lost my creative passion for it. But oh how I miss it. So tonight I'm going to try it again. Although I do expect that my creative voice will sound much different than the pages of my journals from high school and college. It's kind of weird to define yourself as a write for so many years and then get to 23 years old and kind of have no idea what you are anymore. I enjoyed writing, so I would like to continue to write. Thus the effort of resurrecting this old thing. My heart beats fast// Hands clenched// Mouth tightThey talk so fast// Keep up// Talk right Not good enough// Sit down// Shut upFor freedom sing// Open mouth// No soundGod, rescue me// From my// Own thoughts This is just a little piece about something I've dea…