Thursday, September 18, 2014


God has been more real to me over the last few months than my entire life. I know it sounds so utterly weird, especially everything I've been through already, but it's true. I am not sure how to explain it properly, but I will try over the next month in blog posts. Stay tuned :)

On a related, but separate note I am obeying God's nudge to host a prayer gathering at my house Tuesday, Sept 23rd. I've been following Jennie Allen's "If" vision for a while now and after some soul searching and praying I have personally experienced the importance of what she's doing. She's obeying and because of God she has helped unite women across the country and the world for the purposes of spreading Jesus' message.

I am so desperate for every single person I know, and yes of course, people I don't know yet--to experience Jesus the way I have. It's not magic, it's not just for a select few, it is real and for EVERYONE. It is rocking my world to have the scales on my eyes lifted and see just how broken our world is. Everyone is hurting over something. Everyone. You are not alone. I want people to know they aren't alone so they can begin to heal with Jesus' help and friends that are real.

If you aren't able to come to our prayer gathering on Tuesday, consider hosting your own or praying on your own. You'll be joined by thousands around the world that night. So we all know we aren't alone, we are being heard. His Spirit is being poured out, y'all. Be a part of it.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

The Best Yes

You know that feeling when you open a closet to clean it, and then you shut the door and walk away because it's just too overwhelming? Yeah, that's me and this blog post.

I have probably T-minus nine minutes while Ethan is still napping, Thomas is preoccupied and the laundry isn't going anywhere. Unfortunately.
There is WAY too much to cover about how the last couple of months has taught me, but if I don't write it down I might forget and then a day will come when I'll need to remember, you know what I mean?
So here it goes, unedited, honesty junk:

1. God is alive and well. He is active in every detail and "happening" that goes on, it's just up to us to take time to notice Him. The more I'm acknowledging this, the more He's making Himself obvious to me.

2. I am grateful I'm seeing why God led me to the word "Rest" for this year and how my dear friend Heather took me off the teaching schedule this fall. Hallelujah, God knew I would need some time and energy for other endeavors (that sounds lofty, maybe the word "needs" is better than endeavors, whatever, I don't have time for my thesaurus!)

3. When you really need to take time and talk to God, He will help with that. And it may be a huge poopy diaper explosion involving carseats, clothes, bathtubs (yes, multiple tubs...) and it's all about attitude...right? RIGHT?! Good grief.

4. Even when there's a lot of poop or just the crap of life happening, there is JOY. Yes, always. We went to Florida this summer and I was determined to not just post smiley, happy pictures so that all of social media will think our life is pinterest-perfect (HELLO! It's NOT and No one else's is either, so just quit with that thinking!)
I decided I wanted to post the "what's really going on with this picture" posts. A couple of days into doing it I realized how far I had come in the area of really owning the reality that happiness is based on circumstances, joy, however is the bedrock of my foundation! The joy of the Lord is my strength. Over and over again I would post a picture and then tell the bad/negative behind the scenes stuff...but the thing was that bad stuff (1,000 degree heat, screaming child right before the pic was taken, bucket load of spit up right after a pic was taken etc) didn't change the joy of the moments for me. Hallelujah, praise Jehovah.
 Not so long ago, spit up so huge, at a beach side restaurant, that it puddled in my dress between my legs and dripped through...seriously...would have meant that we all had to load up and go home so I could be sad, mad, showered, whatever. Not anymore...I chose joy. I was grateful they already had a whole roll of paper towels on the table (shoutout to Harry T's!), grateful I had chosen to wear blue stripes that (mostly) hid the giant stain, grateful we could continue on with our night out with the kids and not ruin everyone's fun with a pity party!

5. Ps I'm not perfect at #4. I still have pity parties, but I'm celebrating my imperfect progress.

6. Which brings me to Lysa Terkeurst. Some girls from our weekly bible study group went to see her speak Sunday night at the NWA Women's Conference. Holy cow. Here's some golden gems from it:
  a) Go where wisdom gathers, not where wisdom scatters. You want to be wise? Go where wise people go, be with wise people and do what wise people do.
  b)Shift your focus from the the problem to the promises (of God.)
  c) Obeying His instruction today will give us more discernment/keen awareness for what tomorrow holds.
  d) Just because we feel a certain way, doesn't mean we have to be a certain way.
  e) Learn to bend without breaking. This is life. It is and will be hard at times.
  f) We won't hit the mark everyday---GRACE----but we will keep showing up day after day to try again.
  g) Unrush me. It's people, not projects. Look for divine appointments each day. (He always has them for us, we just need to slow down to see them.)
  h) Abigail (from Old Testament) didn't know she'd be a star in the bible! She just obeyed God and it happened. We don't realize how important we are. (Or how our story intertwines in divine ways with other people's stories....I made that up, but I believe it's true and I think Lysa would back me up.)
  i) We are all Burdened, Busy, and Blessed...not every assignment is ours, but in the middle of all those "Bs" look for God's assignment for us. Look for "us" in the "rUSh" of life.

7. Thank you God for letting me run into a lady yesterday I had never met and she said she read my blog...I will never quit being shocked that people keep reading this and how you encourage me to keep at it, even when the laundry is looming and it's time to get in that looooong car rider line.

Thanks for reading this ramble if you've made it this far. Please take a minute to look around you and decide where your "Best Yes" should be for you today. We canNOT do it all.

ps I'm not getting paid or anything for pushing this book, but y''s an amazing message. The author is also donating 100% of proceeds to Christian initiatives around the world.

This post is part of Lysa TerKeurst’s “The Best Yes” Blog Tour which I am delighted to be a part of along with many other inspiring bloggers.  To learn more and join us, CLICK HERE. (

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

How Obedience Blessed Me

Being obedient. What does that mean? Today, for me, it meant going through my "to do" list around the house while consciously not going to my phone for "filler" entertainment. I have learned that when you are trying to quit doing something or change your ways you need to insert something in its place to help enforce the new habit. For me it has been praying and being intentionally in the moment. Tyler and I are working on being intentional in our marriage as well as with our kids.

I read a blog post from a local writer this week that helped me put a word to what I am trying to do and it is to be "present." (You can read his post here by the way.) There are many ways to be "present" in a situation, but today I'm focusing on my phone. Obviously, reading online and being into social media is NOT a bad thing necessarily, I am encouraged and uplifted by many articles and posts on the internet, however when it becomes a priority to "check in" too often to the point of ignoring another human in the room, that's when I know I need a gut check. Being present is harder than it sounds at first thought.

When feeding Ethan I am obviously there with him, but my mind tends to think about multitasking and how it would be a great time to work on my grocery list or send that email to that person or just shut my eyes or or or...."stop." I have been intentional in praying about areas I need to work on myself and God has been blessing those prayers with His help. I hear Him telling me the Truth in that moment my mind starts to race in several directions about what I can be/should be doing...Like a whisper to my heart I can hear Him telling me, "Stop. Bonnie, you say you want to live without regrets, you say you want to enjoy your kids, your husband...just be here and be present in this work right now. This is your season of life, quit looking to the next season so often." So I obey, I push my phone away and instead say a quick prayer for Ethan's health, his future. I then look at him and sing a super silly song with him. "I love you Ethan, Oh yes I do, I love you Ethan, It's true. I love you Ethan, I do, Oh Ethan, I love you." As I sing to him, I'm rewarded for my obedience, I am flooded with memories of singing that song to Thomas, with his name, over the years (which is a miracle, because I have a terrible memory) and I can also see Ethan looking directly at me in my eyes, smiling behind his bottle and giggling every so quietly, I can barely see him now because of the tears in my own eyes as I marvel over this unexpected life in my arms. 
And then I thank God, with my eyes wide open for the blessing of that moment that would now have happened had I given in to the urge to see what other people are doing or saying about things that don't really matter for me right then. All of that will always be there, but Ethan in my arms, wanting to hear me sing to him will not. Thank you Lord for showing me obedience is not about a set of rigid rules, but a lighted path to the blessings You have in store for me.
I have this on my phone as a here to get  your iphone wallpaper

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Prayers and Paper Plates

I got the news just a few hours ago. Another young, momma was widowed last night. My heart breaks for her as she faces a day that is different than any she has ever experienced, as she realizes her new normal has to be established.

Circumstances and the way grief plays out for people cannot be compared or even necessarily anticipated, but the one thing I know as the honest truth is that God holds grievers in a way that forever changes them and the way they approach life. I have had the privilege of being put in contact with precious new widows from all over the country. Their stories are as varied and different, but everyone wants to know the same answer to the same question voiced in as many ways as there are grains of sand: Will I be okay?

Each time I try to answer the question it always comes back to them as a different question, "Do you know God?" or "Are you willing to know Him?" Because the short answer, for most people is "Yes, you'll be okay." But I am anxious for those grieving to know a much better place than "okay." It does take some time...and it takes so many tears that I don't even want to think about and it takes understanding that living with the pain of grief continues forever (as depressing as that sounds, it's true) but if you are willing to take the long, hard work of grieving with God then you can be more than okay, you will thrive. I want them to know it is a promise from God that He will turn their ashes into beauty and their mourning into dancing. It is the God honest Truth.
 And as I type that out and know it to be true to the depths of my soul, I know that in the beginning of the grief, those first weeks and months it feels the entire world has been turned upside down and the only thing that helps are the prayers from the people that surround the griever. These people are the hands and feet of Jesus as He mends the griever's broken heart as only He knows how to do. The people that just show up without being asked with paper plates, chick-fil-a nuggets, and a hand to hold. But these people also know to not stay too long or expect a thank you card because the griever is going through a physical and mental exhaustion unlike anything they've ever experienced. The people that know to take the trash out and run the dishwasher because chores do not stop although the griever does. The people that the griever knows best can ask to take their kid(s) to the park because kids don't stop wanting to play although the momma doesn't have the energy, but has all the guilt of not being able to do it right now. No one needs to worry about flowery sentiments or the perfect Psalm to tell the griever at this point. He or she won't ever remember specifics during this time, they will remember the faces, hugs, tears shared, and being reminded that they are not in this alone.

Then one sweet day in the not too distant future, their pain turns from technicolor to black and white. They will recognize the beauty and peace provided for them, so much of it in fact they will have to share it with another new griever that comes along. The abundance of God's love is too much not to share. It has to overflow. And He uses the hearts He's mended to be the ones to do it.

"And the grace of our Lord was exceeding abundant with faith and love which is in Christ Jesus" 1 Timothy 1:14

To God be the glory.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

God's Post-it Note

This year my one word resolution is "rest." It's been such a freeing time in my life to allow myself to rest. That may sound strange to some people, but to a recovering people pleaser/run to the next thing on my list type of person it isn't. I read somewhere that you know you need to re-evaluate life when you don't mind getting sick because it gives you an excuse to get rest without feeling guilty. That's where I was a year or so ago. Thanks be to God that He directs my paths to learn about these areas I need to address in my life to feel peaceful. God says He will take our burdens and His yoke is light, so when I start feeling heavy I know that it's time for some vertical realignment.
 It takes a daily, sometimes hourly, reminding that my spirit being fed first is what will keep my peaceful attitude. My friend Julie encouraged me to sign up for the IF:Equip email each day and read through Acts with the online community. It has been so uplifting and not intimidating at all. In the past I felt I had to read whole chapters or even a book of the bible each day to get my "fill." The ladies with "IF" have broken it down into a few verses each day to read and reflect on. It is amazing how much I miss when I speed read through chapters. These last couple of days it's been focusing on Acts 4 and how boldly uneducated Peter speaks to the people about the miracles he's witnessed. Peter and John are told to stop speaking or teaching about Jesus and then in Acts 4:20 they say "...we cannot help speaking about what we have seen and heard."

They can't not tell people about the wonders of God's power. And the same is true for anyone who has experienced it. I cannot stop telling anyone who will sit still long enough about the way God carried me from the darkest pit to a place where I can see and appreciate life again on a whole new level. I never would have dreamed that a nightmare could be replaced with such an appreciation for life that I fully embrace it and want others so desperately to know the freedom to be found in God alone.

Ethan is over two months old now. So young that his time is still measured in months, but this precious little boy represents the beauty that can come from ashes. His blue eyes melt me. Thomas can't quit saying "What a little cutie!" and  smothering loving on him. Caroline wants to hold him and change some diapers. We are cherishing this time together as the gift that it is.
I am about 420 months old. Wouldn't it be funny if we continued to talk in months instead of years about our age? I am painfully aware that our days are numbered, yet today several friends of mine are walking the path of being told a specific number of days are left for their loved ones right now and it has been a reminder, even to me, of how ridiculously short the time is we have together here. 420 months so far for me...Acts 4:20 speaking today to me. It's one of God's holy post-it notes He left for me today...I can't not tell someone today about God's faithfulness.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

In Love: One Month and Counting

When Ethan finally settles into a nap, not in my arms, I feel a frenzied decision making fight go on in my head:

"Hurry...should I shower? take a nap? play with Thomas? write on my blog? Hurry!!"

By the time I make a decision and put a foot in that direction sweet boy tends to make his grunting noises calling me back to stroke his wrinkled forehead...he very rarely cries, such a good baby. Everyone calls him "sweet." It's the truth.

He calms down as his eyelids flutter a few times before closing again..."Now what was it I had decided to do?" The dryer buzzes me to come remove the hot clothes before wrinkling...because I don't iron. I don't even know where the iron is...maybe it's in that closet I need to organize...Wait, what was that? Thomas is ready for lunch. Where did the morning go? What did I accomplish?

No worries, I loved on my kids and the rest will it all tends to do every day, each wondering "When is it my turn for attention?"
Rocking in his swing with his head cocked at an almost scary angle, our blue-eyed one month old is making quiet little humming noises. I hear Thomas's wooden blocks clanging as he builds what his imagination calls to him, and my blog wins my attention...for this quick, stolen moment.

I'm in love with these three kids like nothing I've ever experienced. Having Ethan has put me even more in touch with the special subtleties of each of our children and how they are growing. I have been been bitterly reminded of how much I do not remember from baby Thomas at Ethan's age. I tried to never think about what I missed during my grieving in Thomas's baby days, but it's staring me in the face each I have to process it. That is a good thing. Processing. Instead of being depressed about missing those chunks of time in my memory, I am embracing Ethan's time now. Thomas's time now. Caroline's time now. And it is beautiful.
One of Ethan's newborn pics with
"But thanks be to God, who in Christ always leads us in triumphal procession, and through us spreads the fragrance of the knowledge of him everywhere." 2 Cor 2:14

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Ethan George King: What's in a name?

Ethan George King born March 4, 2014  8 lbs 10 oz 21 inches
As I type this I'm 39+ weeks and so close to having this baby boy! I want to say how wonderful I'm feeling and how the third time is such a breeze...but I can't. I'm tired, achy and waddling. I don't want to sound ungrateful or negative, but this blog here is for me to document our life and it should include ups and downs and everything in between. I've noticed lately I've tended to post to this blog after I've wrestled through an issue/circumstance with God and found some peace or insight. And thank goodness He provides that! However, it may paint a picture of myself that isn't wholly accurate. Not that I'm narcissistic enough to think anyone really ponders that deeply over my posts, but I'd like to think our kiddos will read these someday and learn what our family has gone through and see how we relied on God through the hills and valleys.

So I'm about a week away from meeting baby #3, if he decides not to come on his own. I won't be posting this until he arrives, so here's his name...after much contemplation...are you ready? Ethan George King. (When I post this I pray there is a precious picture of baby Ethan at the top of this post and I'll already be saying that I can't remember life without him!) And it's true! He's here now and we are so in love with him! He's such a wonderful baby already! I will post his birth story in a new post ASAP.

There it is! Ah, if feels so good to type it out! When we found out he was a boy Tyler and I both were drawn to the name Ethan quickly. It means "solid, enduring, wise." Then we found out it was #3 most popular boy name for last year and we decided to go back to the drawing board. (There are four Carolines in C's 1st grade!)

 We both loved "George" for his middle name after Tyler's grandfather. He is Tyler's dad's father and one of 9 children!
George Leroy King during WWII

I also thought it was cool that there will be another George as the King of England one day thanks to William and Kate across the pond.) but I digress...

Then toward the end of my ladies' bible study in the fall we were studying the Psalms of Ascent by Beth Moore and in the homework it talked about Psalm 89 being written by Ethan the Ezrahite. Once I read the psalm I felt it was confirmation of our son's name. Tyler agreed that it felt like Ethan was his name all along. 
The psalm starts off praising God for His faithfulness, the next verses remind me of the book of Job when he writes about all God has created, then Ethan doesn't shy away from exclaiming his frustration when it seems God has left them, but at the end he praises God "forever, amen and amen." It's a psalm I don't remember reading before, yet speaks to our life and what a relationship with Him feels like to me. He took all my pain, questions and uncertainties during very dark years and He stayed faithful to me (and I to Him, all the while questioning Him.) He not only stayed faithful and provided peace for us, but heaped blessings on us with first healing of my heart, then with Tyler and now baby Ethan. It is good to remember the dark and the light. Thank you, God for this blessing.
Caroline and Thomas meeting Ethan for the first time!

Psalm 89 by Ethan the Ezrahite (vs 1-8)
"I will sing of the Lord’s great love forever;
    with my mouth I will make your faithfulness known
    through all generations.
I will declare that your love stands firm forever,
    that you have established your faithfulness in heaven itself.
You said, “I have made a covenant with my chosen one,
    I have sworn to David my servant,
‘I will establish your line forever
    and make your throne firm through all generations.’”[c]

The heavens praise your wonders, Lord,
    your faithfulness too, in the assembly of the holy ones.
For who in the skies above can compare with the Lord?
    Who is like the Lord among the heavenly beings?
In the council of the holy ones God is greatly feared;
    he is more awesome than all who surround him.
Who is like you, Lord God Almighty?
    You, Lord, are mighty, and your faithfulness surrounds you."