Hello! :) ~sticky note~

My name is Nichole and I am a single mom to a precious baby girl. I decided to write this blog just to have a place to get all my random thoughts down in one place.

I struggle with all your usual life issues – parenting, weight gain, relationships and staying true to myself and the Lord. I am still learning and prone to make lots of mistakes. However, I promise to always post the truth to the best of my knowledge.

You may often come across my various points of view concerning the Gospel and my relationship with my Love – I will not make any excuses or apologies for where I stand in my faith. I am still learning and willing to be wrong and grow but I am not going to hide where I am now in my walk and maturity.

I hope the things I have to say here make you smile or relates to you in someway. I hope you leave my blog with a sense of this crazy love thing that has so impacted my life.

It is beautiful.  It is real.  Sometimes it hurts so bad I can hardly breath but it always stretches me and molds me into a better woman than I was before.

I am a Christian.  I am a single mom.  I am a nanny.  This is my life.



Enjoying the Process

Life is such a funny thing.  You think you have it all figured out and then  it goes and changes on you.  I am certainly glad God knows what He is doing because often times I haven’t got a clue!  I don’t think that God keeps me in the dark to be cruel or watch me squirm (ok, sometimes I do think that is exactly why He does it – but it isn’t true!!)

God knows me inside and out better than I know myself and He knows exactly what I would do if He told me all the plans ahead of time.  I would map out the quickest route to my end destination, skip from step A straight to Z and wind up in a big mess waaaaay over my head with no idea what to do or how to trust Him.  I am an instant gratification type person (aren’t most of us?) and I simply do not have the patience to trudge through several years of “preparation time” before finally reaching my final goal.  I want that goal and I want it now!!

The problem with that is this; with out trials there is no testing of our faith.  With no testing there is no chance to learn to trust in God or stand firm in times of trouble or testimonies and memories of Gods favor and help for us to fall back on when it gets tough.  If I had all the information of what God has planned for me and ran with it, skipping all the tough, painful and VITAL hardships and “barriers” in my way I would wind up neck-deep in trouble with none of the tools I need to dig myself out.

I could get frustrated, angry even, at how things are going right now but I am starting to learn to just TRUST Him and enjoy the process.

I have moved 3 times in the last 4 months and I am about to move AGAIN! The first time I moved I had no choice, the place I had lived for a year was being over run with mold.  I was left living with my sweet dad and step mom with no idea what to do next.  I truly felt lost and questioned everything I had decided was from the Lord.  I was near despair and full-blown depression after just a month.  I finally cried out to God and asked Him to move me closer to the goal.  I couldn’t stretch any further I needed Him to move me forward in His plans.

Quickly after this prayer I was finally able to find an apartment I could afford and I thought, “YES! This is where the Lord wants me to do foster care. I am just starting to get on my feet, I can’t expect to have my farm right away.  I will just continue helping friends with their gardens and wait to get any animals – this is God’s good will.”  I got a two bedroom knowing ahead of time that the second room was for someone else (the foster kids) and E.v.e. would be staying with me in my room.  Only I didn’t get foster kids – my precious sister Lambchop came and lived with me before her big missions trip.  “Okay,” I think to myself, “this is good.  This will work.  She will live in the second room and I will start to foster once she leaves. It could be just a month or two or it could be a year that she lives with me but we will learn so much from each other and THIS is the good will of God.”

A friend of hers gave her a bunch of wonderful furniture and our little tiny apartment gets filled with lovely things that make it feel like a home.  My sweet sister left after a month for her missions trip and left all her things behind for me to care for.  Now I have an apartment that is cozy and inviting and NOW I am ready to foster.  I have a lease for a year so this is where we will stay.  THIS is the good will of God.  I began the process right away and like my last post stated I scheduled my home study.  As the day approached I became more and more confident that I was going to pass with flying colors and be fostering within months.  However, I also became increasingly aware of the dangers lurking in my apartment complex.

By the time my homestudy appointment came around I had encountered enough crime that I was not comfortable where I was living any more.  My lovely little home felt more like a very thin cocoon protecting me from circling vultures.  I know that God can and does protect us from harm but this felt like unnecessary endangerment.  I explained it to a friend this way – Just because I believe God will protect me from danger doesn’t mean I should walk down the middle of the free way – and that is what living at this apartment very quickly began to feel like.

The week of my home study I got a call from someone who will stay anonymous.  He and his wife were moving to a new home and they were offering to give me there three bedroom brick home to foster in! It still had a mortgage but it’s payments were the same I was paying in rent!  I began to get very excited!   I had my home study at the apartment the day after I prayerfully decided I would accept the offer of the house.  The case worker said the apartment would work for foster care but the prospect of a house would be better.  I would have to wait to apply to be a foster parent till I was in the house but then it should be a very quick process. “Okay God, I see where this is going.  I got the apartment to experience living on my own and to be blessed with this free furniture until I can afford to buy my own, plus all the other priceless lessons I learned here and now you are taking me to this new house to do foster care.  I can have a little garden and a couple of chickens and a dog – it’s not the farm I would like but it’s better than the apartment, maybe THIS is the good will of God.”

So, where I am now is in the middle of the third move.  My story has almost caught up to present time.  Everything that has happened so far was very quick.  Things changed from one week to the next but now for the rest of my story things are changing from one DAY to the next and in some cases one HOUR to the next.  Talk about whip-lash!

I couldn’t have the house until June but didn’t want to stay in the apartment between now and then so I took up a couch surfing existence.  I would stay with one friend when I knew I was going to need to be on that side of town the next day and I would stay with my dad when I knew I would need to be on his side of town the next day.  It worked for a week and I slowly started moving things over to the house I would be living in soon.  As I am typing this MOST of my belongings are still in the apartment I no longer live in but still pay rent for – talk about super expensive storage unit!! With everything happening so quickly I just haven’t been able to know where to move my things to so there they sit.

I knew that I was going to have to replace of couple of the windows before I could do foster care in the house.  (DSS is very strict about their window requirements!) I figured when I got a loan from the bank to buy the loan from the current owners I would just tack on a couple extra thousand dollars to cover the cost of replacing them.  Well, upon further inspection I realized that I would need to replace ALL the windows in the 3 bedrooms.  It wouldn’t be such a big deal except the house is brick.  Very expensive to install larger windows into.  As I did the math and went through all my options I suddenly realized – this isn’t going to work.  The Bible says that the blessings of God carry no sorrow but this house was going to cause me plenty of sorrow.  I was going to have to go much, MUCH further into debt than I had originally thought and the payments were going to be higher than I thought.  Also, because of a clause we found in the current owners loan they couldn’t actually sell me the property for 3 more years.  In the end it was going to take a lot longer to be able to foster than I felt like I could handle.

So then I am left with the disappointment of realizing all the plans I had made for that house (in the few short days I thought I would get to live there) were all gone.  By now though I am used to things of this nature happening so I was able to quickly recover and try to figure out what to do next. That is the wonderful blessing of previous trials!!! I have already figured out that if one thing doesn’t work start looking for what is next – don’t waste time freaking out!!

I had already decided I could not stay in the apartment any longer but didn’t have anywhere else to go.  Just an hour later my sweet dad and step mom stopped by my apartment.  (I was sitting in the disheveled, messy living room with random bits of missing furniture feeling very lost and frustrated…..basically I was pouting)

They had talked amongst themselves and wanted to know if I would like to move waaaaaaaay out into the country to live on their property and foster there.  They had a little double wide trailer that was vacant and there was 6 acres of land on which I could garden to my heart’s content and have any animals I would like as long as I took care of them.  Visions of chickens, goats, rabbits and a lush garden instantly danced in my mind.

It was like the sun started to shine again.  “ok ok ok THIS is the good will of God!”  I don’t know how long I will get to enjoy this opportunity.  I may never even get to move in but I have decided I am going to just trust God and enjoy the process.  I have had so much FUN the last couple of days doing TONS of research about different animals that are suitable for a small family farm and how to care for them.  I can now tell you just about anything you would like to know about raising goats, chickens, rabbits and even how to raise fish in a barrel just to name a few!  I have also found loads of wonderful ideas about how to build the various stalls and such that I would need to care for these animals for very cheap (FREE in a lot of cases) I don’t know if I will get to use all this information at this new location I will be moving to soon or if it just another stepping stone preparing me for something maybe even better but I am not going to waste my time worrying about it.

I can’t help but laugh at myself as I realize that all these things have been the good will of God.  I kept feeling like I had failed or heard wrong or missed something but I never did.  Every step of the way I am being guided along the journey.  Like a silly sheep I keep stopping to nibble at the few parched weeds along the path thinking “this must be where we are going, I guess this is all I have to eat” not realizing the Shepherd is trying to get me down the road to the pasture full of lush, delicious grasses.  I keep trying to stop and put down roots but all this is just the journey to the destination.

I guess in all this I am just trying to say that I have decided to not care about tomorrow, I am going to let God take care of that.  I am just going to worry about today and trying to use each “today” to get me one step closer to my two simple dreams – 1. A self-sustaining family farm located anywhere God would like to put it 2. filled with wounded children I have the honor of showing the love of God.

Getting Closer!

I am just a couple of days away from a major step in my journey to becoming a foster mom.  This next Tuesday is my Home study which is where a case worker comes to my home and interviews me, evaluates me, judges me and determines if I am ready to be a foster mom.  Needless to say I am a little nervous!!

I am trying to convince myself that even if the case worker tells me “sorry, no such luck” that it will just mean “sorry, not right now.”  I am pretty confident in everything except my income.  I L-O-V-E my job and can’t think of anything I would rather be doing I just sometimes wish I was doing it more often! 😉  The last two weeks I was able to work all but one day and managed to get together all my money for rent.  I see this time and time again and know with out a doubt that no matter what my work schedule looks like I will always have what I need at the end of the month.  God is so faithful!! I am just not so sure the case worker will be very impressed with my “fly by the seat of my pants, running in the wind, trusting blindly” approach to finances!

Now don’t get me wrong, I am very responsible with the little bit of income that I get – I just never get much of it and it usually doesn’t cause me too much trouble.  I have been getting more and more satisfied with my current lot in life and appreciating more and more how much of a provider the Lord is.   I can look back and remember my fear and uncertainty about where the money would all come from and whether or not I would have it on time but as time has passed and the Lord has come through time and time again I find myself worrying less and less.

I can only trust that if I HAVE to have a larger income than I currently have in order to foster care right now then the Lord knows His reasons for not providing that for me in time for my home study.  Maybe I need more time to prepair, maybe there is a family the lord needs me to work for and bless that wouldn’t hire me if I am fostering.  There is no end to the possibilities of what Gods plans and reasons are.  All I can do is trust.

The King and I

I painting this pair of loving lions right after a lovely time of worship.  It took me about 5 days to complete with an average of 2ish hours a day.

This was the first step in my work - sketching out my idea! Those two black bumps at the bottom of the picture are my knees 😀 This is the biggest painting I have ever done!

Got my first layer of paint on - mostly I was just trying to figure out where the light and shadows would be

Got the background done and now it is time for the fun part!! Actually making my Lions look like Lions ❤

Now don't be deceived the process from the previous picture to this one was not that quick - this is the final outcome of several hours of painting and repainting these two lovies. The only thing I am not happy with is her paws - they took me forever and I still dont like them! If anyone wants to buy a print of this painting I will be sure to crop them out!! This painting is now hanging behind my couch. ❤

P.S. I am serious about if anyone wants to buy a print of this – Send me a message!

No internet! >.<

My lack of internet at home has diffidently put a damper on my blogging abilities. >.< I miss you WordPress!! There have been many a night spent laying awake in bed thinking of exactly what I would be typing if only I had access to the internet. 

I have been caught in this weird limbo place where I have plenty of things that I want to write down and contemplate but I don’t want to start a new journal and I have no way of writing it on my page.  Sadly, many of the startling discoveries I have made about myself and the Lord and my child and everything between has been lost in a haze of life.  In order to gain anything from what I am learning I usually HAVE to write it down in some way and then refer back to what I have written over and over to ponder and tweek my thinking untill I have reached a place of knowing. 

Some day soon I will make enough money to have internet or I will finally break down and buy another journal.  Either way until that happens I am praying God gives me the ability to retain some of this stuff He is teaching me! It is really good and I don’t want to miss out on these life changing opportunities.

The Studio

So as I mentioned in a previous post I have my very first apartment!  It is cute and just the right size for me and a couple toddlers to hang out. (Already thinking as if I have a fosterling:) There are two bedrooms and they are just the right size! Not too big and not too little.  There is also a small little area just off the livingroom that I think is supposed to pass as a dinning room.  It is just big enough to hold a small breakfast table for two…maybe.

I don’t have a table right now so I have decided to convert that space into my painting studio untill I get one!  I have LOVED it.  I got a giant piece of plastic and laid it over the carpet then went to Lowe’s and picked up a really big piece of painters canvas and threw that down on top of the plastic.  Carpet officially protected!  The walls are another story.  I am diffidently going to have to paint the walls in there before I move out.  I have only had my studio set up for a week and there are already specs of paint splattered on the wall from one of my paint flicking.  Here is a picture of what my studio never looks like (clean) –

Usually I like to have all my paint and brushes spread out on the floor around me so I can see everything and grab it when I need it. Don't know why I felt the need to straighten up before taking this picture =P I will be sure to get a picture of what it actually looks like later. 😉

My friend Lambchop gave me a great idea to buy and hang some curtains to close off that little room for me to worship in with out distractions.  Plus it also gives the added bonus of if company comes over I don’t have to straighten up whatever craziness is going on in my little sanctuary, I can just close the curtain!  I picked a deep, almost shimmery royal purple.  I can’t wait to have my sweet dad over to hang the curtain rod for me!  I am going to have to patch up the walls before I move out too but that is a year away and I totally think it is worth it!!

I love this little space I have made for myself to just be free and express myself.  I make sure to let E.v.e. enjoy the worship room as much as she would like as well.  She got her very first pack of tiny, little canvas boards a couple of weeks ago and made short work of them.  She is currently fascinated with what happens when you mix two colors together.  She will lay down a layer of yellow, for example, and then pour red on it and ask 100 times, “If I mix yellow and red what will happen?! Look momma! What will happen when I mix them together?  What color am I making?”  hehehe she knows the answer already but I think she just likes finding ways to engage me in what she is doing.

She uses pretty much anything she wants to paint with.  Fingers, paint brush, paper towel, her arms…..I tend to draw the line when it comes to letting her paint with her toes but that is only because I don’t want precious purple feet to run off the canvas and track paint on the carpet!  I keep meaning to take a pic of her before she hops in the tub but keep forgetting.  Last night would have been perfect.  She was covered in swirls of every color in the rainbow up to her elbows and apparently at some point she wiped her face because she had a beautiful green streak right across her cheek and forehead.  She even managed to get paint on her tummy!  Usually I have an over sized old t-shirt she wears to paint in but it was wet so last night she got to paint in just her undies.  Lucky >.< hehehehe just kidding! I am very content to get paint on all my clothes.

Matter of fact I think last night I officially got paint on my very last pair of unpainted pants! Sadly it was a weird color of green paint that glooped down right onto my lap >.< nothing like looking like you have baby poop on your lap!  Luckily it was a pair of pants I don’t particularly like so I think they have become my “painting pants”.

I am a pretty messy painter.   I usually have paint up to my elbows and if I am wearing shorts it will end up on my legs too.  I went to a fancy christmas party last weekend in a formal dress and half way through the party realized I had blue and green paint streaks all over the back of my forearm! Lampchop once let me walk around with a streak of bright blue paint on my cheek because she “thought it looked kinda cute!” ahahahah!

When it comes to painting my theory is - if you don't get it on your feet you might not be doing it right!

Basking in His Love

I painted this picture trying to express a whole tangle of emotions built up inside me.  Longing for the Love of the Lord, feeling tentative and unsure of myself but knowing that His light and love is shinning down on me.  With the first post I made about this picture it was just her, no light, and it felt like she was longing for something that was not being fulfilled.  I still loved the painting that way very much but I couldn’t leave her longing forever with no hope of love.  Now that the light has come into her picture she looks like she is basking in the tender, sweet love of the Lord.  Longing fulfilled.