past Booth Setups for Melody Joy Designs (for Renegade Application)

#iceatlanta booth 85! βœŒπŸΌοΈπŸ’œπŸŒˆ leather cuffs on sale! A photo posted by melody joyβœŒπŸΌοΈπŸ’šπŸŒˆ (@melodyjoydesigns) on Jun 7, 2015 at 8:28am PDT Hey! I still have one free unclaimed leather cuff for the next #iceatlanta guest to come by and tell me they saw it here on insta. (p.s. It can be a vendor too! ☺️) booth 85! @iceatlanta A photo posted by melody joyβœŒπŸΌοΈπŸ’šπŸŒˆ (@melodyjoydesigns) on Jun 6, 2015 at 10:57am PDT A photo posted by melody joyβœŒπŸΌοΈπŸ’šπŸŒˆ (@melodyjoydesigns) on Nov … [Continue reading...]

how i handled today.

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This morning, I woke up early and packed their lunch boxes. Of course I included the avocado slices drizzled in olive oil, and a note for my first born, who requested that I do so. I grinned and hugged my big boys as they raced down the stairs and into the kitchen, all dressed and with their backpacks already strapped on. We made sure they ate as much of their breakfast as they could, even though they were almost too excited to eat. We put some of Daddy's gel in their hair and … [Continue reading...]

1 Corinthians 13

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(side note: this post has been sitting in my drafts folder from almost 2 years from the days when I used to blog. My kids are going to school tomorrow. BIG KID SCHOOL. I just mustered up the courage to read over it and although I know it’s not perfect – has way too many […]

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the little years aren’t supposed to be easy. especially in winter. (an unresolved post regarding letting go of the mommy guilt)

a few things i love deeply:
my children. grocery shopping alone.

I am going to sound incredibly selfish over these next several awkward paragraphs, but the fact of the matter is, they need to be written out. Maybe I will hit the “publish” button, or maybe I will wimp out and click “Save Draft” instead. But here it is. Here is my ugly, selfish heart: Staying […]

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a conversation with The One that i Love

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“Come,“ I hear Him say. “Come and follow me.“ Him, with His open, scarred outreached hands to me, crouched in the corner, with my clenched aching fists – grasping and holding on tight to my things as they keep dropping. “These are my things, I deserve them” I respond hastily. I am a child. A […]

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