Georgia is officially off my mind...

What's on my mind is our little piece of history.  Our home...11 years of great memories...great neighbors...parties...heartache...laughter...lots and lots of laughter...mainly family and love.  102 Harvest Moon has given us the best 11 years we could have asked for.  We've potty trained...we've argued and cried and hugged...we've taken off training wheels...we've generally lived a life that would fill any cup.  But on Monday we say goodbye.  We hand our sweet home sweet home over to a new family.  It's bittersweet.  It's exciting and it's sad all in the same ragged breath.
Our girls have spent 11 years of their 17 and almost 13 growing and thriving in this home.  There are so many sweet memories here.  Madie will go away to school in 10 short months...Landry will be in the 8th grade...life changes....we are in constant movement and I'm so very humbled and thankful for this beautiful messy life.
On Monday we say goodbye to our sweet home and hello to a little slice of Folly paradise.  We spend two months living in one of our favorite places and I can't help but think that God has blessed us with this opportunity to live in this 700 square foot cottage to be close and spend this time together.  We are all so busy and sometimes lose sight of just how blessed we are to have each other.
On this flight back to my people and my Carolina, as I listen to Ray Charles talk about Georgia on his mind, I humbly thank my sweet Father for these very precious moments that I will forever cherish.
On to the next chapter for this sweet little life we share and maintain these McDaniels.

#parkcircleherewecome #butfollyfirst #bigyearforthemcdanielfam #goodbye102

Same in any language...

Today I'm boarding another flight and looking at another screen as the flight crew goes over necessary safety information.  I'm being an insubordinate flyer...I'm not listening....I'm drowning the instructions out with my headphones in and Audible in my ear.  I know this information...I've heard it a thousand times and so why should I continue to listen every time I fly...my book is far more interesting.  

This made me think about what I do with the Father on a pretty consistent basis.  I chose to block out His whispers for time with him for all the other things.  I tell myself I've read that devotional...I've done that bible study...I've listened to that podcast...I'm busy...I have work to accomplish...I have so much going on in general...God knows my heart (He does) and He knows this is a busy season for me and my love for Him has not waned.  The reasoning goes on and on, yet like everything else time is love and time spent with Him is not what His soul needs...it is what mine needs and longs for.  

I have spent the better part of this year in fast forward, and for the most part my earthly flesh has loved every minute of it.  That's a hard pill to swallow and even harder words to write across this screen.  That's insubordination to my own soul and to a Father who asks for nothing but my heart.  It's no wonder that I've not slept well, been stressed, gained 20 lbs, and been running on fumes...the best part of my cup has not been filled and I've done a lot of soul neglecting.  The struggle has been real and I've been ignoring the instructions.  These instructions come in any language I could ever want to read them in and are without a doubt the most uncomplicated instructions we will ever be given.  BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD.  His word is full of simple instruction...we are His and He loves us no matter the season or circumstance.  PERIOD...there's no catch...no small print...nada...nothing...just a Father and His precious child who He formed.  He knew the paths I would take...knows this hard head and brain that never stops...knew that I would require more than a whisper sometimes.  Today sitting on this plane He spoke LOUD and CLEAR...YOU need time with me!  Note He didn't say I need time with you.  He is the patient one...He is the one who waits for His insubordinate child to listen to His calling for my own good.  Today I heard Him...I took the time to listen and I prayed that He would fill my heart and mind with His words and wants and not those of my earthly flesh.  It's against the grain and soul soaking, but exactly what this daughter of the King should be asking for.  

Thank you Lord for knowing and loving your girl.  You're a GOOD GOOD Father!  

Rest for the Soul

I have discovered...okay I really already knew...that I have not been a very good listener up until this point.  I like to debate...I like to think about what I will say without really listening to what is being said to me first...I like to be right.  That's what being a Type A, perfectionist, high achiever maniac will get you. So this brings me to the beautiful scripture on this amazing picture I took this morning while walking on Folly Beach with my girls.  I need rest...I need to actively listen to the Lord...I need to hear his call for some peace and quiet in my life.  I need to get back to my quiet time with him and making time to really listen to his calling and quite my voice in my own head.  I have been running and running and running until finally something had to give.  So let's be honest...I have to work...I love my many jobs...I love my role as mom and wife and support for the ones I love.  So many big things are happening this year.  It is the beginning of senior year for Madie...Landry is starting 7th grade...Dennie is entering his second year as head football coach and athletic director...I have a challenging and rewarding job that keeps me away from home a lot...we are selling our house...we are building a new one...the list goes on and on.  And then there are the things I haven't made time for...I have hardly gone to church all summer...I have cooked maybe 4 meals for my family all summer...I have been in my war room maybe three times...and to be truthful all three of those times were when I was on my knees crying out to my precious Father to help me figure all of those things listed above out.  It wasn't time spent praising Him.  It wasn't time truly listening to His calling...truly hearing the words He was speaking to my soul.  
Melissa and I started the podcast as a way to connect to one another and provide encouragement and community for women and I really think we did that.  We are proud of what the Lord used us to do...we hope that someone was touched by what the Lord spoke to them through us, but we feel like right now he is calling us to a season of rest.  We know just as with every other season there will be rebirth.  We are hoping for a rebirth through rest.  We are going to take a break and focus on our families for a while...truly pour into the lives that the Lord has blessed us with.  We won't be gone forever...these Two Small Town Girls will be back...we just know right now with the start of school and football and new life adventures we must listen to His calling and hit pause for a little while.  We will continue to post on our social media platforms and maybe even blog here and there, but for right now...for this season...there won't be any new podcasts.  Thank you so much to all of you who supported our crazy idea...and we hope you continue to do so.  We hope when this hiatus is over that we will be back refreshed and better than ever.  We trust in the Lord that His plan is perfect...it is Divine and His calling is always just right.  Thank you sweet supporters for loving us through every season...

Strength

As I sit here today to read my bible and do my devotional in my favorite spot all of the memories flood my mind.  This was the spot that I would play cards...have story telling marathons...eat...talk endlessly...or just sit with my granddaddy and soak up his love and strength.  Lord knows the ache I have in my heart and how much I miss him everyday.  Yesterday celebrating Madie's 17th birthday made me really think about how it has been 9 birthdays for her without him.  He passed away on March 22, 2007 and for our little family hers was the first birthday we celebrated without him.  When I am in this lake house I can really feel him here.  I woke up at about 2am this morning overwhelmed by his presence...I know it was him letting me know that just because I can't see him doesn't mean he isn't here.   He has been here for all 9 of those birthdays...even if he's not physically here he is always in our thoughts and hearts.  Thinking about how much I love my granddaddy and how much strength just his presence provided me with really made me think about my heavenly Father.  Truly it's the same on such a scale that my heart and mind could never even comprehend it really.  This morning I turned straight to Philippians 4:13 and how appropriate.  "I can do all things through him who strengthens me."  Just as my granddaddy served as a source of strength when he was physically here and still when he is here only in my heart, my sweet Father is just the same and so much more.  He is here...He is present...He is passionate about me...His girl...His daughter...
How much more could I ever ask for?  In these quiet moments spent with Him I feel His love, His strength and His ever constant presence.  
#philippians413 #mystrength 

Living requires breathing

Breathing is something we do everyday without a second thought, yet it is vital to life.  The breaths that fill our lungs give us life and sustain us.  It's necessary whether we ever think about it or not.  What if each breath we took depended on our thought...our intentional thought about each breath...its purpose and importance.  How long would we survive?

I've been thinking a lot about these seasons that we pass through...am I intentional with these moments that pass like breaths?  What importance do I place on them...importance like the vital breaths I take to live?  It's so easy to just allow them to pass by without even a fleeting thought just as it is with these precious breaths of life.  I want to chose to be intentional.  I want to chose to recognize the importance of each moment....the role these moments play in this grand scheme that God has for my life.  God has been heavy on my heart for this.  Heavy on my heart to have faith, be still, and breathe in these moments.  

So this has brought about the questions...what is taking up these breaths?  What things and people are occupying my days?  Is this what God would have me filling these moments with?  How do I accomplish this intentional living while being what I think I need to be to those around me?  

So this brings choices...choices that are hard and choices that are easier...but choices that are necessary.  My prayer is that the choices are make about this intentional time glorify Him and Him alone. 

One thing I know is that these precious red headed girls and my Dennie need me.  They need my intentional time...they need my love and attention.  So some things are going to have to take a less prominent space in my life.  And in the end it'll all be alright.  In the prophetic words of Trace Atkins...I don't want to miss this when I'm gone!  Can I get an amen!

Psalm 90:12 

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Sometimes you blink and you're almost 38

I mean 38's not old...really it's not even close compared to my sweet Sally Faye who turned 83 on July 14th.  The years that have flown by just boggle my mind.  How does it happen...how is it that one moment you're 18 and getting ready to enter college and then you're almost 38 and have a daughter who will be a senior in a matter of weeks?  It just doesn't make sense.  It makes me feel blessed and sad all in the same breath.  It makes me wonder what were the parts that I didn't cherish enough...what parts did I allow to slip through my fingers not knowing how really precious they were?  I especially think about this now that my own children are getting older but also because the people I love most are getting older.  My precious grandmother turning 83...my brothers are no longer children...they are grown men with lives and families and bringing their own precious babies into this world.  Yesterday I sat and loved on our sweet Ivy and thought about how much I couldn't wait for her daddy to come into this world...I reflected on the precious moments that I got to hold our sweet baby Charlie and how even though we will never get to love on him again here on earth he will forever be in our hearts and waiting for us in heaven.  I'm sure our precious granddaddy...his namesake...is telling him all kinds of stories right now as they wait for us to join the fun.   It's hard to think about how quickly time flies in one breath and in the next I'm so ready to see those sweet faces that have gone ahead of me.  Time waits for no one...it marches on and continues whether we are ready or not.  

In this busy season of my life the Lord has been heavy on my heart to rest and reflect.  What is the pace for...is it for Him...does He get the glory?  The truth is if He doesn't then why am I letting any time slip through my hands for it?  I truly believe God brings this reflection so that we do live intentionally for Him and His purpose and not our own.  I want my precious girls to always see that their momma did all she did for them and for Him.  If I'm not fulfilling that then what am I fulfilling?  Is it worth the time that is so quickly slipping through my fingers.  

Lord today I pray for discernment, clarity and purpose.  Thank you for ALWAYS speaking right to my heart exactly when I need it most.  In the quiet still moments Father I long to only hear your voice.  Thank you for the clarity that comes with that.  May your plan always be all that I seek and only for your glory!

Psalm 86:12

I will give thanks to You, O Lord my God, with all my heart, And will glorify Your name forever.

Praying for Perry

Behind every dark cloud there is a silver lining of hope!

Gosh there have been so many thoughts going through my head these last several days.  There has been turmoil in our nation and in our state.  There has been division and disappointment.  There has been a searching for answers and explanation when sometimes there really just isn't any.  My thoughts though have been around the healing power of a sweet and holy God who loves us through all of our imperfections.  He loves us when we make the wrong choices...He loves us when we choose to base opinions and blame on everything but love...He loves us when we fall short...in fact He doesn't just love us...He carries us.
I was especially struck this week by the overwhelming grief that has gripped our nation.  From the tragedy in Dallas to the senseless acts of violence in Louisiana and Minnesota we are hurting...we are grieving...and we are looking for healing in all of the wrong places.  We are depending on retaliation and earthly judgement for our healing when really what our nation needs is the One True Healer...Jesus Christ.  Our God is the ultimate healer.  He longs to wrap His loving arms around us and heal our grief...soothe our broken hearts.  We all fall short, but where we fall the most short is in not seeking Him above all else.  This is what I will pray for our nation and this world is that we solely seek Him and His divine healing powers above all else.  No march...no earthly unification...no singling out what lives matter versus another will ever bring us to the eternal healing that only Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, will bring.  He calls us to do all things in love...period...nothing else...follow Him and do all things through a loving heart.  Let's break that down.  Do you think that any act of violence...any mass shooting...any profiling whether based on race or choice of profession is ever done from a loving heart.  I boldly say NO...not the kind of loving peaceful heart that our God calls us to.  I choose to lay my battles at the feet of a God who is far mightier than me...who has already won and fought the battle...I choose Him and Him alone for all my earthly battles and friends there is more freedom in that than I could ever put into words.
The other thoughts that have been heavily occupying my mind this week is the struggle Perry Noble, his family, and New Spring Church have been going through.  Ugh my heart just breaks for all of them.  Perry is a good man...did he make mistakes...yes, but you give me one person that hasn't and I will drop the mic and walk away...newsflash...this mic isn't dropping anytime soon.  WE ALL FALL SHORT...EVERY.LAST.ONE.OF.US.  I am no better than Perry Noble, as a matter of fact, his struggle has made me take a long hard look at my own struggle.  I too find myself using alcohol to celebrate...to commiserate...to blow off a hard day...to "cope" with the day to day struggle of stress and life and everything that scurries through this constantly running mind on a day to day basis.  I have at times allowed it to impair my judgement....I have allowed it to occupy a space that I should have clearly asked the Lord to pour in to.  The difference is, thankfully for me, I don't head a successful multi-site huge mega church.  I get to live my sin in the shadows of anonymity...convincing myself that no one will ever be the wiser because instead of facing it head on I have learned to work around this "little" sinful habit of mine.  I don't think the consumption of alcohol is a sin...not in the least little bit...what I do believe is the sin is the excess...the allowing alcohol to take the place and fill the spot that only my God should fill.  That's all me...that's not the alcohol.  The alcohol didn't walk up to me at that dinner and persuade me to drink more than that one glass I should have...that's me...that's my conscious sinful choice.   There is where the microphone drops.  That.is.real.life.truth.  Perry Noble needs our prayers...I need prayer...many many people need our intercession on their behalf to a healing loving God.  I haven't attended New Spring, but I have people I love more than myself that have and have been changed forever because God used Perry Noble to show that even an imperfect servant is still a servant...God doesn't choose the most perfectly qualified disciples...He chooses the disciples that everyone is going to look at and say "yeah that has to be ALL God!"  It is all for His glory...every.last.bit!
So today I am praying for Perry...I am praying for his family...I am praying for New Spring Church...most importantly I am praying for all the people out there, myself included, who can recognize themselves in Perry Noble and are given the freedom to not live in fear of their sins being seen, but live in the knowledge of a loving healing God who longs for nothing more than to wrap us in His arms and tell us He loves us despite that sin.  

The take home is do EVERYTHING with a Jesus like loving heart.  The rest will all fall into place.  No judgement...no backs turned...

1 Corinthians 13:13  And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.