Delilah Dior Dominica
A woman's journey exploring her passion for Faith, fashion and travel.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Goodbye 2011

I have been on hiatus for a while- my dear readers- but I wouldn't allow the year to pass by without one more post for 2011. 

I had to start with a story- I am usually the half of Team Atogwe that proposes the most unusual questions, for no particular reason, all day long. These questions include, but are not limited to: "Isn't it so weird that we need sleep? Do you ever think of what life would be like if we lived underwater? If we were spies, do you think we would wear underwear that is actually a weapon? Do you think that if a person rubs their hands together non-stop for three months they would lose all their fingerprints?" And so on. He usually entertains the questions and answers to humor me- but more often than not the answer is just "No." 

The other day while we were laying in bed on a rare off-day, Oj said "Isn't it so weird that we can never see total darkness?" I was shocked, I thought I was still dreaming and somehow talking to myself. Sure enough, there was my hubby talking to me with his eyes closed. He continued, "even if I close my eyes and stare at my eyelids, I always see the light coming in. And even when our brains try to trick us to think we are in total darkness, there is always light there." I was giddy and excited to finally play the game so I just encouraged it with things like "Yea! That's so strange! Lets keep trying! Nope I still see light!" You'll have to forgive me, I took full advantage of the moment.

When I thought about it later that day, though, the perfection of it hit me like a ton of bricks. At this point in the season, we have gone through more football-presented challenges than ever before in our lives. Oj was hurt for more games than ever, disrespected, doubted, and at the lowest point of the season-he was benched. After starting in every game for six years in a row, being benched was something we both never pictured. We held tight to the Lord and each other more than ever to remember our identity is not determined by the coaches, the media, the fans, our position or status. We are just who the Lord says we are. 

In order to remember this, we began repeating Psalm 139:14 to each other every night-reminding each other that "We Praise God because we are fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are His works, and our souls know it very well." We were able to find incredible joy and peace in the fact that yes-the human nature part of us is struggling. But God is still in charge, and we want to be exactly where He wants us. It seems pretty dark over here- but the light is always, always there. 

With that said- I am a little sad to wish this year goodbye. 2011 Is the year I started a blog. Creating an outlet for all these thoughts that run like wild banshees through my head all day long is one of the greatest decisions I made this year. Accompanying that proud decision are a few more:


Becoming part of the Washington Redskin Family
Deciding (literally three hours before the flight) to go to PAO
Learning how to forgive in pre-marital counseling
Saying I-Do to the most wonderful husband on the planet
Waiting for nookie until we were husband and wife
Traveling the world 
Welcoming our beautiful niece Brooklynne Mackenzie
Choosing/Moving into our new home in Virginia
Meeting with allergen specialist Dr. Barbara Mackie 
Learning how to trust God in every situation

All of those things played an enormous part in making 2011 the best year of my life. I feel that I grew in independence, faith, and learning my body. For the first time ever, I am happy to spend New Year's Eve's knowing I am so proud of the woman I became in 2011. I don't want today to end because I have attachment issues, but if 2012 means the 2011 football season is over, midnight cannot come fast enough!

Blessings to you and yours this evening and especially this year. Remember when making resolutions that the most important goal is to cling more tightly to the Lord this year than ever before- making tangible goals to be open to His will by being in His word. You will absolutely not regret it. 




(some of my favorite moments this year:)























Thursday, November 17, 2011

Pain, Words, and Beyonce

Maybe it was the twenty second flight since September 1st that did this to me,
Maybe it's the whirlwind of the Holidays,
Maybe its the herniated discs that wont give up after four years, 
Maybe it is the home decorating, the five losses in a row, or just plain too much on a plate. 

Who knows what is to blame, but I woke up this morning absolutely exhausted and worn down- physically and emotionally. I almost cried at the gym out of sheer confusion as to why I feel like such a mess.I have been talking to my back as if it were a person, like it is responsible for the issues it causes. I have been treating my immune system as if it were a younger sister that did something wrong for allowing me to get sick.

Ultimately, however, the thing I cringe at accepting is that I am angry at God because I don't understand or agree with some twists and turns he has presented me with. Unknowingly, when I speak negatively, fearfully, or doubtfully about my back, I am speaking those things to my Heavenly Father. I have always been a fearful person, so when my mom told me years ago that fear was a sin I broke down. I immediatley fell to my knees thinking to myself "I might as well be Hitler! If all sin is equal, I have years of repenting to do!!" (I actually had a completely different intention for the subject of this post- but it has taken on a mind of its own and I'm gonna let it do what it wants.)

Last week in our Redskins couple's Bible Study, we went over the power of our tongue and the importance of our words. I think that something Christians overlook most commonly in their every day life is the fact that we will be responsible for every single word we speak. Every one. And rightfully so, because every single one of those words has the power to impact our lives. I have been guilty far too many times of Praising God that I am healed, and spending the rest of my day talking about how sick I am and feel. We actually have a hold on our own health, and I firmly believe this. My love has not played in the past few games due to injury. He has been in the training room faithfully, due to three different injuries, every morning at 7am since August. Every. Day. Just when he was beginning to get discouraged, a trainer began asking him about his faith. Little things like that remind me that our injuries or rough-patches are not always about us.

Another area my words catch me is gossip. Not 'OH NO SHE DIDN'T" gossip, just plain speaking of people when they aren't there. This is something I believe people overlook all together these days, but it is truly something I try to take a hold of. I know far too many Christians that enjoy more than anything the act of straight bad-talking people. Maybe to make themselves feel or look better, maybe out of habit. I always hold tight to two things: I never feel safe talking to those people, and it is almost a contagious disease. I am making a conscious effort to better my life by ridding myself of gossip. I hope you'll join me...and hold me accountable!

Wrapping up a point with Beyonce is always the best way to go, so I'll tie this up nicely. I have never been a die-hard Beyonce fan. To me, she is like a cupcake with frosting and sprinkles. I love a cupcake, I think frosting is fantastic, but sprinkles are just too much. She has an incredible voice, is stunningly beautiful, lovely character...but she is just a little bit too much sometimes. The head whips, the costumes, I just want to tell her to sit down somewhere more often than not.

I do have to say, watching her video 'I Was Here' has inspired me and touched me to the core. Speaking of my fears and emotions has given a great snapshot of my life- I never push myself too far past comfortable. I have been amazing places and on trips and excursions people dream of, but looking back I wonder if I truly soaked up everything the moment had to offer. I never thought I'd say this, but Beyonce has changed my perspective. We should live in a way that people cannot overlook, because we should leave a lasting impression on everyone we come in contact with. I want to make people smile, make people take a look at themselves and be inspired to live a life that they are proud of.

I will make sure I do just that.

(incase you want some inspiration, I'll leave the video link here for you.)
http://www.vevo.com/watch/beyonce/i-was-here-live-at-roseland/USSM21102003

Monday, November 7, 2011

My Sister is a Mommy

Five and a half hours is not enough time to spend with the hubby on Saturday afternoons.

Five and a half hours is never enough time to walk through the city on a day to yourself.

Five and a half hours never goes by quickly enough on a plane ride from DC to San Francisco.

Luckily for me, there is  a Sex and the City Marathon and I tuned in just in time to see Carrie’s Paris wardrobe. I am still tapping my fingers though and checking the clock religiously- as baby B, Kristen and I all woke up congested with sinus pressure that isn’t messin’ around.
I don’t know who to blame for the sandpaper throat, but I would do this over a million times if it meant having my sister and sweet baby B around more often.






One of the most unbelievable changes in my life thus far has been watching my big sister become a mother. We have both been babysitters and nannies our whole lives, but seeing her hold this gorgeous little blue eyed baby that is her very own, and my very own niece, has changed me. The same sister that used to French braid my hair, take the blame when I got caught, blast Ace of Base and Seal CD’s, and introduced me to moustache bleach is now a mother.
            
The sister that used to play American Girl Doll’s with me on the floor of our pink bow smothered bedroom has a baby doll of her own, and this time it is for real and forever. How she knows exactly what she needs when she needs it amazes me. The way she differentiates between her “bologna” cry and her “mommy I’m serious” cry is a skill I admire. But most of all, the way that my big sister is now constantly thinking of how to make this little girl happy for the rest of her life- this is what warms my heart the most.

Although Team Atogwe is planning (very strategically planning, by the way) to wait a few years before starting a family, having our own family with their own brand new blessing under our roof has made us so excited for when that day comes.

Titi Jill and Uncle Yosh (and Uncle Muzz) are missing the Birdie Girl already.


Saturday, October 29, 2011

Love you with all my heart and s-o-l-e

What is this, you say? That a blog lover and grammar/literary lover has misspelled a simple word? In her title, no less? 

Don't fret, I have a point.

My husband is the very greatest. I have enormous feet. You have heard them here before, but how do these tie together?

For the Bye-Week, my bubs and I went to NYC. What is NYC without a stroll in Central Park? And what is a stroll in NYC in the fall without a great pair of boots? (Is it all coming together yet?)

I tend to pack very impractically. Being the stylist I am, I always think I have done an incredible job laying out the weeks clothing, only to find seventeen shirts, sixty pairs of underwear, shoes for opposing seasons and a skirt or something. I never get better. For this particular trip, I got a great pair of boots. They had the bones for something wonderful and I was sure they would accompany my feet in countless adventures. Out of pure excitement, I wore them to my hair appointment the day before our trip.

Can I please tell you, I got blisters just from crossing my legs in them. 

They were too small- a very familiar and accepted dilemma for my feet, as I often put them through torture just to compliment my outfit, but I had a plan and refused to sway from it. The shoes would be worn to New York and that was that.

...The only problem with "that" were the blisters on my feet from the previous day. Too small shoes+blisters= a pain I'm guessing is somewhere between slamming your hand in a car door and child birth.

My husband on the other hand almost always wears sneakers. Cozy, comfy, orthodics in tow...he never puts style over comfort. Ever.  Luckily, he is only two sizes larger than me.

The story should be clear now, but just to type it out for the heck of it, my love switched shoes with me for the remaining two hours in central park. 


You read it correctly. I ended up wearing sneakers that made my feet cry tears of joy, "what is this bliss we feel?! Extra room in the toe, and on the sides?!? What have we done to deserve this??" ...and his feet cried tears of confusion. "what is this torture we feel? No room in the toe, or on the sides? What did we do do deserve this?"

I call it love. With all his heart and soul.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

On the road to Health&Sharing My Journey

A whole lot has happened since the last post, and joyful praise have been raised up from this spirit of mine for the past few days non-stop. Why? Well, because our God is so good. Also, because I have great news. A warning, this will be long, but is a way to answer everyone at once.


First off: No, I am not pregnant.


For the past few years I have been plagued with stomach and health problems. I have always had a sensitive stomach (I blame my incredible mother...) but 2008-2011 have presented a brand new set of problems that I knew was not just sensitivity. Intense nausea, powerful migraines and lack of appetite have danced across my days unannounced for three years. People wrote it off as me being stressed, under pressure, and even anorexic. (Please, take one look at me...then re-think the anorexia assumption.) I, however, know my body. I absolutely knew something was wrong. On my first date with my husband, actually, I was just finishing a detox prescribed by a nutritionist to get to the bottom of this (we never did.) So OJ has been with me through all of this- the good, bad, and very ugly. While I was sure this was just the way I am, the pre-med major portion of my husband was determined to figure it out.


I can never be confident what sets off the stomach pains, but when it comes it is there to stay. Discomfort  and a filled-to-the-brim feeling last for hours, even if I had only taken two bites of my meal. If I was going to a restaurant to meet people, I had to be conscious of how long the ride home was incase I felt sick.  The migraines were new, but I recently spent a very scary night in the hospital because I was sure the migraine couldn't be "just" a migraine. Of course, I was given an IV and sent home with a lollipop. I have seen a total of six doctors for this issue, had a CT scan of my abdomen, a cat-scan of my brain, an ultra sound, given up dairy, given up flour, and anything else you can name only to hear doctor after doctor say "Congratulations! Nothing is wrong, you look perfectly normal."


Normal is the worst.


All the recent traveling and new developments of this stomach issue had my husband and I on our knees praising God that Jesus Christ died on the cross so that we would not be living in illness, and praying for answers and the right doctor to lead us to health. That doctor came in the form of Doctor Mackie on October 13. Talking to her about each and every symptom, I noticed that this was the first time a doctor was attentively listening, jotting down every spark that came to her head. She had my blood tested, and sent me to get 70 shots to figure out what my body was rejecting. Instantly, a slew of trees, grasses and plant samples turned into large mosquito bites on my back. By the end of the 30 minute test, peanuts, walnuts, soy and corn had jumped up as well.


(please excuse the anti-itch cream.)


She said "we won't know for sure until your blood-work gets back exactly what your body is rejecting, but until then, steer clear of all those things."I thought, no problem! I wont eat peanut butter and jelly or corn on the cob. Got it.


On the plane ride to SF the following day, I was ready to devour a Jimmy Johns turkey sandwich. One hour into the flight I ate a bag of Sun Chips and began to unwrap my sandwich when an all too familiar pain took over my body. I felt as if someone was sitting on my chest and I couldn't catch my breath, and that I would be throwing up all over the poor girl in 12 E. After three hours of fear, I re-traced my food steps as I was taught. Sure enough, the first thing I saw on the Sun Chip bag was corn-oil.


My doctor called the next day with my blood work results, and said she had some "interesting news." This is never good. She told me that the bacteria H- Pylori is in my blood. (Don't worry, didn't ring a bell for me either.) It is the bacteria that causes stomach cancer and stomach ulcers. The symptoms it presents include:
Constant Nausea
Loss of Appetite
Weight Loss
Those three things are practically my best friends lately! I start taking antibiotics for this bacteria tomorrow and am praising God that it will be fully removed from me. Please join me for that. She then said that the three things that came up as items my body would reject were peanuts, pecans, and corn. It still hasn't hit me that these things are out of my life for good, because I am truly overjoyed. That may sound confusing, but after all these years of questions and problems, having a doctor call me with news was overwhelmingly exciting. Mind you, I have had at least 8 blood tests in the past year, and no one found a single thing.


I instantly began looking up more information on corn allergies to find that there are whole blogs and websites dedicated to this allergy. I almost teared up reading that people went through years of migraines, nausea, IBS and so on until they discovered the allergy. It made me feel like I wasn't in this by myself. The joy quickly left when I discovered that the list of "What We Can Eat" was fifty times shorter than the "What to Avoid" list. Also, when I read this article explaining how corn is in everything (which explains the constant and un-pin-point-able nature of my symptoms) :
http://eatdrinkbetter.com/2009/02/20/corn-allergy-sufferers-face-hidden-corn-everywhere/


All in all, this is a brand new journey. I am very thankful to all my friends and loved ones who have been praying for me and am so grateful to see first hand God's love for us and answered prayer. I will keep the updates coming! Off to do some more learning...

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Justify

Out of all the strands of DNA that make me who I am, I do not have a single molecule of ‘cool.’  Not one. I don't mean trendy with good hair and impeccable fashion sense; no, that is not the kind of 'cool' I am talking about. I mean I do not have not a single ounce of the 'chill' cool in me.


I was never the cool-chick girlfriend and I am not the cool-chick wife. I'm not the girl doing shots with her husband or whipping out the worm (is that cool?) If things do not go as planned, you won't find me sitting back with the "everything will be fine, life throws some curve balls" mentality. I cry. Although I have always craved to wake up as the easy going-version of myself (she has to be in there somewhere..) I close my eyes and picture doing things that that entail and I just cringe. I have accepted it, I am a little lame.
I am a master of drastic- and incorrect assumptions. I am constantly convinced everyone has a gun strapped to their thigh, and a knife in their shoe…I am sure that every shift of turbulence will lead to my demise, I take just about every comment personally, and have a very Old-Testament view of forgiveness. (Despite the daily grace and mercy I ask the Lord to please show ME.) I am sensitive, emotional, a little jealous... shall I go on? None of those scream, “PLEASE, pick me!!” 


But my husband picks me. And my family pics me, (I tell myself it's not just because they have to,) and my friends pick me, and my Lord and Savior picks me every single moment of every single day. He thinks I'm pretty fantastic, but that doesn't mean He doesn't want me to become better by the moment. I am constantly striving to become the best 'me' yet. Jill 3.0, if you will. Yet as I attempt to make the strides, I notice what constantly keeps me back: Just-IF-ication. 


I think we justify why we are the way we are far too much instead of just moving forward. In order to get better, we absolutely must first accept who- and where- we are. I would love to be uber confident and non-judgemental and easy going. I am, however, absolutely not one of those things. 


Yet. 


 I will be, but I am not. And as long as I try to convince myself that I am confident-grace giving-fun chick, I will stay sensitive insecure-lame-chick. I will accept who I am because I am called to, and I will become better because I am destined to. As for right now, lame-chick is just fine.



22 You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; 23 to be made new in the attitude of your minds; 24 and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.

Ephesians 2:22-24

Monday, September 19, 2011

Be Where You At.

I am currently in a state of counting down the seconds til' the end of school. That is how I approach every flight and every long class Tuesday: "I'm almost done and then I get to go home and I'm one week closer to being finished with school." This sort of outlook has given me a serious case of anxiety and antsy-ness. My nature has always been one of distraction: when I am sitting in class I'm tapping my fingers thinking I should be at the gym. When I'm working out I'm thinking I should be doing homework. When I sit down for lunch I'm thinking I should be organizing the house...you get the picture.

Talking to my husband about this last week, he reminded me that if God wanted me to be doing anything else, I would be doing it. This is just the phase of life I am in, and if he has me here...I better live in the moment to experience what He has me learning. Thinking of these wise words reminded me of last Fall semester...
Last year was a very interesting time in my life. I woke up one day in the summer despising volleyball. I had no love for it anymore, I dreaded playing and practicing every day in preparation for yet another season, and I felt as though my life was going in a different direction. I did not want to quit for four big reasons: 1. I couldn't see myself quitting anything, ever. I was scared I would feel a huge disappointment. 2. I loved my teammates. I had a bond with a few of the girls that was cultivated and grown through blood sweat and tears- going through three hours of pain and perseverance together daily. I was scared I would feel an emptiness. 3. I had been somewhat defined by my athleticism and 'potential.' I do not have the build of any other girl- I am built like She Hulk. I develop muscle mass by combing my hair in the morning...I didn't know what would be the release for my competitive nature and energy. I was scared that I would return to laziness and waste my talent. Lastly, I was on scholarship. My school is very expensive and I know it was a blessing to have a lift in the financial area, I was scared I would become a burden.

A month after all these feelings started swirling inside me, Oshiomogho got down on one knee and asked me to spend the rest of my life with him. My first thought: I cannot believe this is happening, I cannot believe I am going to marry my dream! This blessing! Father God, you are so good! I am going to be a wife!!! My second thought: I'm quitting volleyball.

I could not imagine planning a wedding AND going to school AND being committed to volleyball. It was time to let it go. After making the firm decision, I proudly went to my mom to tell her the good news, and she presented me with a gut-wrenching truth: "You need to grow in the area of your faith, every time you see yourself in a scary situation you bail. In my heart of hearts I believe you should play for one more season, then turn in your jersey." I accepted the challenge, and had no idea what I was getting myself into.

Not being able to see my love due to both of us playing a sport in the same season was something I had gotten used to in our relationship, but something about planning a wedding made me want to see his face every second of every day. We had quite the opposite situation actually: we saw each other for one hour a month. One. Hour. A. Month...for four months. This was a huge challenge for both of us, but what was even more challenging was the fact that I did not play in a single game. You heard me. Not a single one. I couldn't travel to see my love because I had practice for three hours 6 days a week...so I was required to work my butt off and focus and play my heart out, knowing in the back of my head that come game day, I would be on the sidelines preparing water cups. It was like a mental game. My husband would be in my state and yet I could not see him because we would be running liners due to lack of focus in practice. BRUTAL.

Throughout that very interesting time, however, I learned much about myself. I had to constantly remind myself to be present in every moment. When I caught myself thinking about wedding plans during practice, an upcoming game in bible study, or homework during my husband's football games, I called myself to attention. It was in that time I learned that time goes by too quickly to wish we were somewhere else. God must want to ingrain this in me, because even after my six month challenge-wishing I was _____ when I was ___, I clearly still have something to learn. I have decided I will learn whatever He wants to teach.

We are where we're supposed to be when we are there for a reason.

Be where you are. You will be somewhere else soon enough. Don't miss this second.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Change of Plans

This week was absolutely fantastic. Time has passed so quickly already, and I am almost sad to know that this season will be over before we know it. For the past month I have been praying every day with my family and husband that he will be able to play in the first game. Praying for the full healing of his hamstring and praising God for playing through him this season. After the first game, and first win (!) of the season when we were all laying on the couch watching Entourage, it hit me that the moment had passed. God had answered our prayers and blessed my love and now that is in the past. I think too much, and think far into things, but that has been on my mind. Through this time of back and forth and newness of our marriage and rookie-season as Redskins I want to be sure to soak up every single day.

I am sitting on the plane on my ride back to San Francisco for class tomorrow. Which means I survived my first full week of the back-and-forth semester. I was initially concerned about the flying. I don't do tremedously well on plane rides. I have peobably taken at least two flights a month for the past three years, and yet I never get more used to it. I decided a year ago that I cannot say I love the Lord and live for him and then cry and turn on my cell phone to say my goodbyes when some turbulence hits. ( I am a little embarassing.) I chose to implement more faith in my life in all areas, and use every flight as an opportunity to exercise my trust in Him. 

Anyways, God was looking out for me because the week before I started booking these flights, Virgin America introduced a new flight...D.C to SF... and to promote it they made it especially cheap. And on top of that, I am a sucker for a TV screen and stark white seats. Virgin America has stolen my heart. I spend the whole flight doing homework, watching Bravo and sleeping on the adjustable head rests. God has tricked me into believing I'm practically not on a plane at all. He is so good!

With that part taken care of, I thought this would a complete breeze. I bet you did too, huh? Well here's what happened. 
I love my Hubby.

A lot.

And I don't like leaving home.

At all.

And I'm not a huge fan of carrying a carry on full of one teeny outfit for school, or waking up on Monday morning knowing I'll be right back on Wednesday night...because it triggers this whole "then why should I even go?" thing in my brain. 
So the plans have changed. Instead of only coming for home games, I will come every week. Although I am still not the world's best flier, and I am still a little bitter about practically catching pneumonia just from one plane ride...I signed up to be a suitable helper. And I want to be there every step of the way!



Wednesday, August 24, 2011

L is for...

I'm going to let you guys in on a little secret. My family would laugh at the fact that i'm calling it a secret, but I'd like to think I've made a big enough transformation to title it however I want.


I used to be unfathomably lazy. 


Example: I used to share one of the largest bedrooms in the house with my younger sisters Brooke and Becky. When my dad would send us upstairs to clean the room before we were allowed to eat breakfast (clean rooms were a big deal, something that I have taken to my adulthood...) I would lay on the bed with a handful of fruit snacks, delegating jobs. My sisters used to be excited for the game, faces full of joy and eager anticipation. They fell for the "whoever cleans the most, fastest, WINS!!!" They would cheer and trash talk and wait in a runners stance for me to start the notorious 'ten second tidy.' 


Like I said, my sisters were running around the huge room picking up laundry, organizing books, scrubbing toothpaste out of the sink, and being conscious to listen to my seven minute "Ten second" countdown. Flash to me: Leader of the room. On the bed. Hanging upside down. Reading Girls Life magazine. Eating fruit snacks.


They caught on soon enough. I would introduce the game all chipper and sly, just the same. "whoever cleans the most, fastest, WINS!!!!!!!" 
"What do we win?" 
"Ummm, gum?"
 " I don't want gum. I wan't a dollar." 
"Fifty cents." 
"No, a dollar."
 "....fine." 


Hopefully you can grasp the laziness my poor mother had to deal with. Thankfully, when I left for college I realized if I leave something out, it will stay out. If I don't vacuum the floor, it will not get vacuumed. I am proud to say I am now a bit of a neat freak. And I like to get things all the way done so they are out of the way. I do, however, recognize that I was born with a spirit of laziness. It seems fine and harmless and thankfully I did grow out of it, but it is still deep down something I am prone to. I could totally sit on the couch for five hours a day, reading fashion blogs and looking for inspiration with HGTV or Bravo on in the background. I could skip a workout no sweat if it means spending some more time in that aforementioned scenario...but I do not let myself do that anymore.


God knew what he was doing when he created my husband and I for each other. Because he doesn't even know what lazy means. He is one of the most hardworking people I know. I do know part of it comes with being a professional athlete, but he has inspired me to be more disciplined and a work-til-it's done type of person. in my Bible Study this morning, I came across a verse that I always keep close to my heart:


"I went by the field of the lazy man, and by the vineyard of the man devoid of understanding. And there it was, all overgrown with thorns; It's surface was covered with nettles, It's stone wall was broken down. When I saw it, I considered it well; I looked on it and received instruction:

A little sleep, a little slumber
A little folding of the hands to rest;
So shall your poverty become like a prowler,
And your need like an armed man."
Proverbs 24:30-34


This has been my inspiration to remind me why I will never return to laziness. As the verse says, it just takes a little "folding of the hands" (laying on the couch) and a little sleep and slumber (skipping a morning workout...) to have poverty and need creep up on you. We must take care of ourselves and make a commitment to be hard working. Hopefully this is a blessing to your day!

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Honey, We're Home!!

We did it. Only with an incredible God, lots of help from family and friends, and the fact that we found the coffee maker in the first batch of boxes was this whole thing possible. Are you ready for this? In fifteen days, we chose a house, purchased it, and moved in.       ..Believe it. 


I lived in a hotel for two weeks, and headed back to St. Louis to finish packing the last of the boxes and direct the movers what goes where. Oj's brother and cousin flew in to meet me there and give me an extra hand, and after a very long 24 hours I was on a plane back to D.C. I twiddled my fingers all day until 6:45pm...the moment we had waited for was finally here: KEYS IN HAND!!!


My love and I immediately drove to our new home, happily turning the key and went room to room with giddy smiles on our face. We laid on the empty carpets knowing this is the last time our home would be this way. It is in these moments that I am in awe of just how much God wants us to know His goodness. 


We swung by Redskins Park in the morning so the boys could see their Shum in that Burgundy and Gold 






And then headed straight to open the doors for the movers!! Since Oj was still in training camp so he couldn't help us move in, so I was beyond thankful to have his Dad drive down, and the extra willing hands of Maha and Muzz. The day was interesting at best: the water magically stopped working an hour after move in (surprise!) and soon electricians came to warn us they were turning off the power, and gas. Fantastic. I spent two hours on the phone talking to machines, which is the quickest way to make me chuck my phone at the wall, all to hear an automated 'I'm sorry, I'm not understanding' repeated over and over, and when I finally got to talk to a real person the conversations went something like this:


"We need to speak to your husband to add his name to the account."
"That cannot happen, he is in practice and meetings until 10pm."
"Like football practice? ...Can't he say he's taking a break?"
Silence on my end. 


 The good side of this was that I got to spend some quality time at the city hall dealing with these shenanigans- but I did it! I'd like to think I saved the day.


The days that followed were fast, busy and long, but so special. Oj broke camp Tuesday night and got to come see his family and our home filled with our furniture. He was beaming with joy, and in Nigerian Tradition Daddy walked them around the house speaking blessings over it. We truly are showered with love. 



My mom arrived Wednesday and painted up a storm! She is the ultimate blessing. We went home-prittifying-hunting for six hours the other day and accomplished everything we set out to do- plus dinner and dessert- before the bubs came home from work! Superwomen!! The house has truly become ours. Yes we will be waiting for furniture and accessories and artwork for the better part of the next year, but it already feels like it's ours.  I am now realizing I should have broken this up into two parts, or I should have been a better blogger and posted all along, but I guess that's neither here nor there(:




I am now plopped down on the couch truly relaxing for the first time in a long time. It is my first time in the house alone- and this week will be our first week without help or guests. I am both excited and sad. I am so excited to walk in these moments- as I have two weeks before the cross-country school commute begins. I am so eager to learn God in a new way that involves full blown trust and allowing Him to truly use me as a puppet. I have learned through this experience first hand just how much His will is the only thing I want. 




DISCLAIMER + APOLOGY:
When I told you guys my husband loves surprises, i'm not sure If I dipped it in enough emphasis. This is the perfect opportunity to show you just how much he loves them. I am not allowed to post photos of the house aside from small portions on my Blog, or Facebook, or anywhere. Everyone who steps in the house is warned that they cannot show anyone photos, all because my love wants people to experience it when they visit. I'm sorry!!! You know I would love to!! 'If you want to see it, please come vis-it" is the saying.


You are always welcome!

Monday, August 8, 2011

Murriage

My heart still beats fast when I think that this man is mine.

I love that we are one,

I love that he is my best friend,

And I love the way he looks at me.
What the Lord has brought together, let no man separate.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Bubs.

Training camp is the most grueling, taxing, and wearing time both mentally and physically on NFL football players. There is something about it that demands so much of these grown men's time and effort that leaves everyone on edge for the full camp. They are required to stay in a hotel, have a room check every night, and spend their every minute of the day devoted to learning. The preparation is certainly worth it- but that doesn't make it any more welcomed. My mom, having experienced 12 training camps with my Papa Bear, warned me of this once Oj and I got serious. She gave me tips and ideas, but the moral of the story was "be prepared to be by yourself, and remember that it's about to stop being about you."


Last year, I failed miserably about this. By the end of the two and a half week camp, I was trying to mastermind a way to remove this horrible time from the sport altogether. This year, however, I would like to say that after a day or two, I got the hang of it. It has been smooth sailing here in Virginia.


After a full week of not being able to truly have a conversation until 10pm, (when his comforter, pillow and inner eyelids are much more intriguing than me)  we both so look forward to Saturday. I picture us staying up all night laughing and talking like usual, cuddling and having movie marathons and all the things that make us so happy. Since I spend most of my time watching animal documentaries and telling him about it- we watched one together last night. I was still formulating the sleepover plans...what dessert to order, what to watch next, when I hear an all too familiar snore. 


Thats when I remembered Saturday means movie marathon to me, and the end of a long week for him. These Saturday nights have made me so happy to have that snore in my bed(: 

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Good in the little things.


When the sun starts to rise and I open my eyes You are good, so good. In the heat of the day wiith each stone that I lay, You are good.  With every breath I take in, I'll tell you I'm grateful again. When the moon climbs high before each kiss goodnight, 




You are good.

So how can I thank You, what can I bring? What can these poor hands lay at the feet of a King? I'll sing You a love song, it's all that I have- to tell You I'm grateful for holding my life in Your Hands. When it's dark and it's cold and I can't feel my soul, You are good. So good. When the world has gone gray and the rain's here to stay,

You are still good.




So with every breath I take in,
I'll tell You I'm grateful again
And the storm may swell 
Even then it's well and You are good