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Twenty-Five & Fabulous!

I am one quarter of a century old as of two days ago!  Spunk and sass have been my ever-present companions these past few days, and I am loving it!  Because you know what?  Sarah Brinson is a fabulous person!
This may age me more than any birthday announcement could.
Do kids still watch HSM these days?
Sure, I'm still insecure.  Who isn't?  I'm an American woman who has access to the media.  I have no choice!  On a more serious note, I am fully aware of my sinfulness and selfishness, as well as my ignorance in many areas.  

 But I am saved by grace, so I may not deserve to be spunky, but Jesus says I can anyway because He already took care of my penance.  I mean, come on!  How awesome is that?!?!?  Jesus, Savior of the world, says that I am fabulous in Him,  I don't have to look like Sharpay, and I don't have to be perfect on the inside either.  He gives me His own heart so my sassy personality can be shown off to the glory of the Father, Who gave me that disposition in the first place!
Barney Stinson's Wisdom

So here's some of the awesome stuff making my life so...


You may think it's boring.  It probably is.  But again, that's what makes me so fabulous!  Anything is legendary if you look at it the right way:

I have put a pork tenderloin in brine so when my brother-in-law comes over tonight this family can feast on amazingly juicy maple rosemary pork roast. And in honor of Barney (see right, HIMYM fans), Canadian mushroom wild rice will make its way on our plates as well. 
By the grace of God, we have made it to almost the end of the month sticking to our budget. I even came in under the mark on our grocery budget! Years of being convinced that I lack the capability to keep a budget have been wasted, because it turns out I actually can do this! Oh, and can I just brag on God for a minute here? The beginning of this month had us so far behind on bills we really didn't know how we were going to make it through even ten days. My awesome husband filed our tax returns, and a check to cover exactly what we needed to get caught up showed up from the government about a week later. Fellow taxpayers, you cannot deny that is a miracle of the Almighty!

I'm sitting at a beautiful table with my new coffee mug my husband gave me for my birthday.  Needtobreathe and the dishwasher running in my sparkling kitchen fills my aural senses.  A stack of Better Homes & Gardens magazines sits ready to be enjoyed.  Best of all?  I am in a maternity tank top (not pregnant, just an IBS lifehack) and pink music note pajama pants, just because I can.  True, I weigh about 20-30 lbs more than I would like and yesterday's minimal makeup still graces my face, but so do my sassy black and white glasses and naturally highlighted hair, so I'm doing all right.

My Challenge to You

Gaze upon this photo of the awesome things in my life today and then look around and think about what things are making you fabulous today.  Share it in the comments!  Sometimes, sharing makes the mundane marvelous!


This photo is full of things that precious people in my life have given me.



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