Beauty

Retreat, reality, and really pressing in

12:01 PM

I have started this blog probably 100 times in my head but this is the first time I've sat down to really type it out. These key strokes don't seem to be doing my thoughts justice. I can't really blog about what the Lord did for me at the SAF women's retreat last weekend. I will share it with anyone who asks of course but the internet is not allowed to know the sweet markings left on my heart after I walked away from Miller Ranch last Sunday. I just wanted to blog about the retreat as a whole. GUYS. It. Was. Gorg. Miller Ranch in general is very pretty but the Women's Ministry team made it even more beautiful with the prints beautifully framed, the sweet decorated paper straws, and the pumpkin center pieces outside on the tables. It was all in the details, y'all. And to top it off with the sweetest cherry you could tell from the minute you stepped inside that these ladies didn't play around when it came to praying over this retreat. All of the details placed for beauty and all of the prayers said for restoration.


Beauty For Ashes. What a name. This retreat was bound to be everything we all dreamed and then some. Everyone was greeting each other with tears and hugs. I mean it really was an anointed atmosphere. You could feel His presence from the moment you arrived. My heart was beating fast as I scribbled my name across a sheet of paper waiting on the front table. It could have pounded right out of my chest and onto the floor had people not hugged me, closing it off before it could even try. Women. We really know how to get stuff done. We know the perfect placements on mantle pieces and the perfect words to preach right to your heart. I'm sure that's not on accident. God made us nurturing for more than just our children and husbands but for the women around us as well. It's how we know to wash he dishes for the new mom instead of just bring her family a meal. It's how we know to insist on a coffee date instead of a day at the mall. It's how we know to base the theme of a retreat off of the words "beauty " and "ashes." 



I'm always sad to go back to reality when these types of weekends are over but that's where the Lord really tests you, isn't it? Where you get to find out if you're really moving forward with Him like you said you would or where you get to really rely on His strength through the hard times instead of just saying you will. Reality. Bleh. Leaving that atmosphere, those women...it was all hard but alas here I am a week later still thinking about the things God whispered to my heart and the things He's asking me to learn. Press in deep, friends. Press in even deeper than you do at the conferences and the retreats and the trainings and camps. Because that's when it counts the most I guess. No, I don't guess. I know this to be true. I've done this a thousand times and I'll do it a thousand more but coming home has got to be where I really begin to walk all of it out. So, I'll press in because a retreat like that isn't meant as an end, it's meant as a beginning. 

Change

A stirring and a plan

9:18 AM

There is a stirring in the Hargrove home this morning. As Malachi (one of the sweet toddlers I watch) is resting into her morning nap my heart is stirring. I can't explain the stirring other then I'm still basking in this past weekend. I don't want to explain everything here but the things I took away from this weekend:

1-I try too hard to please people. I have GOT to stop that. My King has an amazing plan already in motion. I need to sit back and enjoy the ride and stop seeking others approval for the decisions I make.

2-I am not quite healed. 2 specific things from my past I have faked healing over so much that I've tricked myself into believing I am completely whole. I am broken and that's ok. I know God is working on me and I am not required to be a finished product yet.

3-If that's my heart desire then chances are God himself has something to do with it.

4-I am loved. I am cherished by my husband. He seriously adores me and I have no idea why it took me this long to truly see that.

5-The Lord is PLEASED with me. He's not disappointed. He is proud!

6-I have an incredible support system. When I begin to think no body has my back (besides God and Kaleb) I need to look at both of my families and even my amazing church family. Seriously. Incredible support system!

7-I need to sing more with abandonment. Completely.

Chi Alpha

Come to the well

8:14 AM

Life is so crazy right now. I keep telling people that but I'm definitely not being dramatic-it is seriously crazy. I try and avoid looking at my calendar on my phone because it's packed with weekend plans and XA activities. Sometimes I feel like I can't breathe underneath all of God's goodness that He has poured out in my life. Getting to be a part of this team is overwhelming me more this year than it did last year. At the leadership retreat I went to this week I could feel the plans and activities suffocating me again. As we went over schedules, life group nights, and XA Monday nights I could feel myself gasping for a breath or two. Enough to get me through this year.

Why do I feel this way Lord? I am so excited to walk alongside You and do work with You, why do I feel overwhelmed? He didn't answer but simply showed me something at HEB camp that needed no words...at first.



Come to the well. Drink from the living water, be filled, do not run dry, love with a love that overflows like mine does. I didn't even have to hear Him say it. I just knew His many answers. Do not forget to run back to the well and continue to fill back up because you WILL run dry if you do not keep me first.

Come to the waters, you who thirst and you'll thirst no more.
Come to the father, you who work and you'll work no more.
And all you who labor in vain and to the broken and shamed:

Love is here.
Love is now.
Love is pouring from
His hands, from his brows.
Love is near, it satisfies.
Streams of mercy flowing from his side.
Cuz love is here.

Come to the treasure, you who search and you'll search no more.
Come to the lover you who want and you'll want no more, no.
And all you who labor in vain and to the broken and shamed, 

And to the bruised and fallen,
Captives, bound, and broken hearted.

He is the lord
He is the lord,

By his stripes he's paid our ransom
From his wounds we drink salvation

He is the lord
He is the lord 











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