Simply Noel: December 2 – Know and Be Known

Simply Noel:

December 2 – Know and Be Known

I literally opened this screen with the intention of writing on a completely different topic, and my heart tugged, “Not yet.” And the sentence came to mind, “Know your triggers.”

Know your triggers?

As I sat to ponder this statement, I remembered the bit that I shared yesterday about the tree-trimming fiasco. So many triggers. So many mistakes. So many emotions.

Looking back, I can see where I had made a beautiful moment far more difficult for myself and my sweet kids.

We had put the tree up several days earlier and had made a choice to leave it barren. Decorating has always been a family affair. We throw a Christmas movie or music on in the background, and we get to work.

In previous years, the kids were so small, and, believe it or not, actually more helpful in a sense. No one had an opinion. No small person had a plan. They toddled and flitted about, just happy to be surrounded by magical items and loving parents. They sported jolly Santa hats and elf ears and smiles as wide as the moon. In hindsight, it was giddy and glorious.

But things have changed. Now, we have two school-aged children, who are quite opinionated and headstrong (imagine mini Martha Stewarts in thought, Amelia Bedelias in deed). Our smaller two are comparable to wrecking balls…endearing, but still. Life has shifted, and I, apparently, resisted shifting with it – all in the name of tradition.

As I sat and reflected on the disaster, I could easily pinpoint specific “triggers” that had caused my unraveling. I just had to take the time to realize them – to know. And not just know, but be patient enough to take those few moments of reflection and visualize my place in, not the ideal scenario but rather, the reality.

As much as I have loved the idea of the whole start-to-finish decorating tradition, it just isn’t the best choice during these wrecking ball years. So, I made the decision that, until the children are older and we’ve crossed into a calmer chaos of sorts, I will simply put the lights and garland on the tree the night before. The girls really love the ornaments most anyway and barely give the other stuff a glance. Trying to explain to them why we had to dress the tree in layers only confused them and frustrated me. It’s a trigger that I can very easily eliminate. Changing my course of action doesn’t tear apart our tradition, and it still grants them the joy of ogling every shiny, dangly, blingy thing. Next year, I will breathe a deep sigh of OCD relief, knowing that I can just go along with the fun and leave the incessant arguing and complaining in the past.

Knowing myself, knowing my children, knowing our family dynamic, along with each of our limits, allows me to navigate these Christmas waters much easier. By eliminating stress-triggers, I can encourage, and even cultivate, joy-triggers. A small, practical, and even simple adjustment can make a huge impact on any experience. By impacting the experience, you can’t help but impact the memories, too.

Are your routines or traditions in need of any adjustments this Christmas? It’s okay if your reality doesn’t line up with your expectations. Maybe it’s not your tree trimming; it’s the feast, or the Christmas card, or *enter your stressor here*. God knows your hopes, and he also knows your limits. He knows your shortcomings and your strengths. If what you’re doing isn’t full of joy…love…that’s not Jesus. Wanting something magical…dreaming of peaceful, beautiful outcomes…God is in those hopes, but the forcing part – that’s all us.

He knows you. Let Him show you how well. Quiet yourself today – or any day that you find yourself faced with discouragement or disappointment – and ask Him, “Lord, what do you see? How can this be different? Be better? How can this honor my family and glorify You?”

I believe that, sometimes, He will show you a solution, an easy fix, an adjustment… Other times, He may give your heart the green light to just eliminate it altogether…

And that is okay.

Today and every day, let’s build our homes, not tear them down. Know your triggers, and then ask Jesus what it is He wants you to do with them.

xo,

Kristi

 

Klover House Christmas:

I love making lists. I’m kind of old-fashioned that way. So today, as they come to me, I am going to jot down those holiday family traditions that I love and look forward to year after year. As I go about my tasks today, I will let my wandering thoughts find purpose, and I will wander there – to that list. What can I adjust? What can I eliminate? Even if it’s just for a season, what just isn’t working for us right now? Is there something that I have been wanting to implement, but just never took the time to actually consider it? Our schedules don’t have to be packed to be impactful. Our days don’t have to be full of doing, but they can be full of being. So, today, I am going to be and not do. Today, I am going to ask my husband and my kids what they love most about our usual Christmas activities and really take their responses to heart. Many of you have Bucket Lists, I’m sure. I’ve been wanting to jump on that train for years! But, the more I think about it now, the more I know that my Holiday Bucket List wouldn’t need to be 25 days long… My Bucket List would most-likely be a five-liner, and that is nothing to feel pitiful over. Knowing what you want is great, but more importantly, let Him reveal what it is that you need.

 

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Simply Noel: December 1 – Put on Hope

Welcome, Friend!

Since today is our first day together, I’d like to take a moment to explain the format of the entries you’ll find each day (December 1 – January 6). The devotion will be at the beginning, and then, you will see an image with a scripture that correlates with the message. Beneath the image, you will find the section I will be calling “Klover House Christmas”. This is where I will share something tangible for us to take away from the message that I believe God has placed on my heart. It may be a recipe, an activity, or it may be a simple prayer. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for joining in. I’m so glad to have you along on this special journey.

Simply Noel: A Holiday Devotional

December 1st – Put on Hope

As I prayed to God today, “Where do I start Lord? What do I even say?,” I felt a light bulb go off in my spirit. And not the “Ah-Ha!” kind, but rather, the soft, small kind of light bulb, like the ones you see in every other window at Christmastime. Those little candlelights. I love the way they sit there – so simply, their light so gentle and steady, yet noninvasive to our gaze… Peaceful. I had a peaceful light bulb moment delivered in a single word:

Hope.

Hope is what is going to get us through the season. It may surprise you that I would say such a thing on the very first day of this devotional, but it’s true. No matter our holiday plans, be they spontaneous or perfectly plotted out, no matter our intentions…if the Spirit is not in Christmas, our labor will be in vain, our activities will feel empty, and our hearts will become quickly exhausted. The flame inside of us may smolder before it’s even been given a chance to shine.

As we decorated our tree this year, all of my perfect plans dangled in front of me in complete disarray. Broken glass… busted ornaments… bickering children…whiny toddlers… mess after mess after mess…

At one point I broke down and asked myself out loud, “What are we doing wrong?! Why can’t we even have fun doing the fun stuff?!” And that answer came quickly to my heart.

It doesn’t matter what you do. If the Spirit is not in it… If the Spirit is not in YOU… even the most enjoyable thing will lack the joy due to it.

I could’ve thrown in the towel. Said things to myself like, “Christmas is over before it even stood a chance! I blew it. This didn’t go how it was supposed to go…”

But I have Hope.

So here’s what we are going to do: we are going to put on Hope today and everyday this holiday season. Like an apron, we are going to gently drape it around our necks. We are going to tie it snugly around our waists. We are going to tuck our plans and desires deep into its pockets, and we are going to let it catch the mess that bubbles up and splatters on us out of nowhere. We are going to pull this wonderful time called Christmas off with some amazing gifts called Faith, Hope, and Love. And today – everyday – we’re going to start with Hope.

Do me a favor. Place your hand over your heart. This is your faith in action. No matter what you are going through, no matter what today has in store, take a moment with me and place your hand on your heart. Do you feel that heartbeat? You have a big, beating, loving heart. I know that, because you’re here, wanting to grow it and make the most of this season. I think that speaks volumes about you. So with your hand over your heart, say these three simple words: “I have Hope.”

Put on your Hope today, friend. It only gets better from here.

xoxo,

Kristi

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Klover House Christmas:

Today, let’s keep life simple. Wish your loved ones a happy first day of December. A new month, like each new morning, is a fresh start. If you have little ones, I’m sure they’ve been waiting eagerly for this month to come. Break out the Advent Calendars, if you have/do them, and just take a few minutes talking with the people you love most.  Reflect on last year.  Maybe you’re missing someone, and you’re feeling a pang of sadness. Maybe things were messy and disappointing far too often, and you can’t seem to remember a peaceful moment from this time a year ago. Maybe you are just as giddy as a child, and you can’t wait to repeat the joyful festivities… Whatever you’re remembering – whatever emotions are evoked…remember your Hope, and share that with someone today. For me it may look like this, “Kids, I’m so excited for Christmastime. I love the joy that it brings to you and to our home. My hope for this year is that we spend each day loving each other well. What are some things that you are hoping?” And it may be a Santa Wishlist that you get in return, but hey, at least you are sharing about hope, and you are putting your own hopes out into the atmosphere, and that is a powerful thing. God’s word doesn’t return void, and I believe that when you speak life-giving, hope-giving words they won’t return void, either. xo

 

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Klover House Christmas: A Holiday Devotional

Good morning, friends! Tomorrow is a BIG day! Not only is my firstborn turning 7 (cue the tears!), but I’m kicking off something I have been dreaming of for a long time…

The first Klover House Christmas Holiday Devotional!

 

Christmas

Overwhelmed? Tired? Distracted?

Are you tired of running yourself ragged each holiday season, only to have it come and go before you even blink?!

Are you tired of rushing around, never getting a chance to really enjoy the most wonderful time of the year in all of its beauty?

Do you long to love and honor Christ during this precious season that is centered on His very existence, but find yourself distracted by and drowning in the pressures of commercialism?

Do you hope more than anything that the people you love will know and feel your love, but not because of what you can buy, but because of what you can GIVE of your HEART?

Do you want to leave a Christmas legacy that stands for generations and shapes the seasons for many years to come?

Me too!

Do you think it sounds impossible?
It’s not.

We can do this together, friends. We can transform these holiest of days, and we can reform and reshape our families’ expectations and, most importantly, our own. We can widdle Christmas down to “Simply Noel.”

Please, join me on this special journey.

All you need to do is subscribe by placing your e-mail in the box found on the right sidebar that reads “Connect with Klover House!” It’s that simple!

And as a bonus gift to my subscribers, I will offer the complete devotional in e-book form to you at zero cost. You will have each entry, along with all of the recipes, activities, anything and everything I share in one, easy-to-find place, so that you can use it for years to come.

I love and appreciate you, friends. I have high hopes for our holiday, and I have BIG faith that God is going to meet us each morning and carry us tenderly through each day. See you here tomorrow!

xoxo,
Kristi

When Writer’s Block Reveals a Stumbling Block…

An Easy Confession

Recently, my neighbor had joined us by the fire in our backyard.

(I love my neighbors. I feel that they genuinely like me and our family. Our street is this little slice of neighbor-heaven. It’s a judge-free, watch each other’s kids and bake each other keto-friendly strawberry pies kind of place. I’m one blessed girl. So, now that you have the backstory, you’ll understand why I can so freely share my heart with them. )

As we sat by the fire, our kids running around in the adjacent yards, torturing lightning bugs (aka fireflies), she asked if I was still writing, mentioning that she hadn’t seen anything shared on Facebook lately. Without hesitation, I admitted, “Not really. There are people in our town that don’t like me, and, honestly, I don’t want them reading it.”

The confession came so easily, and I can tell you from my heart of hearts that I was being 100% truthful in that moment.

In the Beginning

I realized eight years ago when I started this blog (formerly called “Ava & Isla”) that my posts wouldn’t always be liked, or praised, or even read. I understood that strangers from all across the globe would have instant access to the inner workings of our home, my life, and my brain. I accepted my destiny as a “writer”, because it was a passion I knew would never subside. I love writing. Oddly, I was never a diary-keeper, and I rarely wrote letters. Even as a Christian in my teens, it pained me to journal my thoughts to the Lord. But, the words were always in my heart, churning around in my soul, and when blogging became a known “thing” to me, I couldn’t imagine my life without this outlet. I still can’t. It’s a part of me. It’s become a huge part of my story.

I’ve said it before, when I started out, my intended audience was small – God and my four daughters. I wrote frequently for EJ, too, because in some way, I feel like my words here are like prayers at times, and by typing them out, I often imagine them traveling to Heaven in whispers. If it’s out here – really out here – then surely, EJ feels it and knows me better for it.

I’ll never forget the first time a woman reached out to me via email, thanking me for a post I had written. I couldn’t wait to show my husband. I swelled with such thankfulness. Each of her words was worth a thousand hugs from Jesus Himself to me. I knew then that if I could reach just one person with my transparency here, it was worth the late nights, the vulnerability, the risks… I wrote about my kids, my family and home, my illness, pregnancies, marriage, faith, and miscarriage with very little restraint. I held myself to a few very simple, yet vital, standards: honor my husband and kids with my words, respect their privacy as well as my own, remain honest and real, and write as if each post would be handed to Jesus in person for review and approval.

I’m sure I’ve failed along the way, but I have tried to cling to those standards. I am so proud of this space and the good it has done in my life. I’m so thankful for the people that take time from their already busy days to read what I write. I’m so humbled that I have even the slightest following. And I look forward to the future with excitement, because I know that this place is still just an early chapter in the bigger story I’m written into.

Shutting Down and Shutting Out

All that to say…I haven’t been here consistently for a long time by choice. I want to be here, but I took out a lock and key of sorts last year and must have subconsciously made the decision to shut everyone out.

You may know from some past posts that I have struggled with relationships. I am the type of friend who finds a select few people that I want to form sisterlike connections with and give it 100%. For the most part, I consider myself liked and respected, but in every bushel, you’ll inevitably get a bad apple or two. I’ve had my share of bad apples, and they’ve deeply affected my writing.

I don’t know about you, but if someone literally lives on social media but can’t hit the “Like” button when it’s a sweet pic of your kiddo or an updated profile pic, they should probably refrain from cyber-stalking, -bullying, gossiping, and trolling. and they most definitely are not a friend.

I always remained cautious of the strangers on the internet, but sadly, it’s been people within my community and even close circles at times that have been behind every memory of heartache associated with this blog. Texts suggesting that I dishonored my child by revealing that one is officially a professional fit-thrower and has caused me to stretch and grow every last parenting muscle in my being… calls late at night from people who have no active role in my life advising I take down posts… fellow Christian sisters spreading gossip like poison, as if my personal life was their tabloid… people who don’t give us the time of day contacting my husband at work to check on the state of our marriage… combative private messages, so no one can publicly see the daggers thrown… sitting silently in a room with people I wrote posts for, smiling as they sang the praises of the writers in the room, calling them by name, until they reached my chair…

These are the extremely watered-down realities that we’ve dealt with over the years, and it’s been a real struggle to continue to click that “New Post” button as time has trickled on. The more and more I deal with, the further and further my desire to write floats away from me.

When Writer’s Block Reveals a Stumbling Block

As I sat by the fire and admitted that to my neighbor, my friend, I realized the power that I had given to those few people and the power I had given to my pride. My writer’s block has been an act of defiance. It’s been as though I walked up to them and spilled my ink at their feet, saying, “No more. You no longer have access to my life, my heart, my family. No longer will I share with you the treasures the Lord is teaching me. You can’t have access to my dreams and hopes. You can’t even have access to recipes, for the love. I’m not giving you anything anymore, because you can’t be trusted with it and you certainly don’t value it.”

And, as He always does, Holy Spirit revealed the pride in that hurt and ugliness. If this blog truly is for Him and my girls, then why should it matter what they think of me and what I have to say?

I read a Bill Johnson quote today on a friend’s Insta Story, and it really hit home.

Your future is on the other side of a battle, your destiny is on the other side of the conflict and the only way to win the conflict is by using what God has said over your life.

Amen.

I know what He has said over my life, and it’s so good. It’s better than I deserve, tenfold. Nonetheless, He said it, and I believe it.

Jeremiah 29:11 is not a lie… He does have good plans for us. He plans to prosper us and give us a hope and a future. I’ve heard what He wants to do with little ole’ me, and, even though I don’t see how, I say, “Yes.”

Fresh Start and New Ink

My husband came to me about a month ago and made me a promise. He said that he believes in me. He sees what I am capable of in Christ, and he made the choice to get behind me as a writer and entrepreneur. One of my greatest weaknesses is understanding the technical stuff. (That’s his jam as a former IT Project Manager and now Project Manager in the marketing department of a major global company.) He’s so intelligent and just wired to understand all of the things that confuse the Nutella out of me. He has been researching blog terms, ebook ins and outs, best practices, etc. and has asked on multiple occasions why I haven’t invested any time into the goals set before us. I knew it wasn’t laziness or disinterest, but the motivation was missing. It was the crippling thorn of pride in my side. Every time I’d set out to write, I’d see those faces like scar tissue that had formed over my heart. Their faces overshadowed the faces of those four little girls I love and for whom I write.

Well, no more.

I’m back. I’m writing for them again. I’m writing for my husband, who is committed to helping me. I’m writing for my dad, who takes every opportunity to tell me how happy it makes him to read my posts. I’m writing for my neighbors, who enjoy getting to know this crazy homeschooling mom of four blondies (who often run shamelessly pantsless through the backyard). I’m writing for that exhausted mother of a strong-willed child who thinks that she’s the only one negotiating through multiple tantrums a day. I’m writing for that wife who wants to prepare a healthy meal and learn how to meal plan, so dinner isn’t a daunting task. I’m writing for the many who suffered miscarriages and need a woman who has walked through the muck and come out with the silver lining called hope. I’m writing for myself, because it’s a gift and an honor to be able to share so freely here. I’m writing for my God, because I believe it’s part of the story He’s planned for me, and to give it up would be such a poor choice on my part.

I’m writing for you, because you are here, and I no longer care as to why you are here. You may be here by accident. You may be here by choice. You may be my friend. You may be my foe. It doesn’t matter. You’re here, and I’ve promised to tell you the truth. I’ve chosen to give you the real-deal. And in return, you gave me a few minutes of your precious time, so thank you for that. I’m staring this conflict right in this face, and I’m so glad you’ll be there when I’m standing on the other side of the battle, victorious and able to write again.

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Be blessed.

xo,

Kristi

God Loves Mothers

Happy Mother’s Day, friends! It’s been awhile since I’ve written, but this truth was revealed to me exactly a year ago, and I want to share it with you.

God loves mothers.

I know what you’re thinking – duh, right? God loves everyone. Of course He does. But, sometimes, I think mothers (women in general) struggle with their worth in a “man’s world”. But, isn’t it encouraging that the ultimate Father of all creation has so much respect towards women? Towards mothers? The Savior himself came to us as a vulnerable babe through the womb of a woman. God could have descended anyway imaginable, and yet He came the way that He did.

All through the Old Testament and New we see God using women, using mothers, to further His kingdom and purposes on the earth. Simply read the Song of Solomon, and you will be enraptured with the way God sees women. We are treasured, worthy of honor and kindness. We are strong and respected, yet treated as tender daughters.

As I was preparing a brief word for the mothers of my church last year, I was sort of fretting over what I should say. My then seven year old daughter read a passage to me in the car the day before, and it was a true lightbulb moment.

Hear, my son, your father’s instruction
And do not forsake your mother’s teaching;
Indeed, they are a graceful wreath to your head
And ornaments about your neck.

It was Proverbs 1:8-9. She exclaimed, “Mom! That’s a great Mother’s Day scripture!” I thought about it for just a moment and saw it so clearly. “And do not forsake your mother’s teaching…”

In this world in which women are often looked upon as “emotional”, “sensitive,” “dramatic”… insert whatever not-so-wise description here… Isn’t it a glorious pleasure to realize that the God of heaven and earth is advising every son and daughter within the opening chapter of the very book of wisdom, Proverbs, to never forsake the teachings of his/her mother?

That is a BIG deal, friends. Are you getting it?

YOU are a BIG deal in the eyes of God. Your words pour out like honey over your children. They will become as jewels around their necks – an inheritance of valuable treasures that they will carry with them all of the days of their lives. Your teachings will be a crown, a graceful wreath, worn upon their heads. You will shape their thinking. Later in Proverbs we read, “So as a man thinketh in his heart, so is he…” Your words develop your children’s thought life and that thought life feeds into their identity.

Moms, you are a BIG deal.

I don’t say these things to scare you or overcome you with guilt if yesterday your words weren’t so honey-like. Mine aren’t either some days. I tell you this to excite you, to encourage you and build you up. As a [woman] thinketh in [her] heart, so is [she]… and I want nothing more this Mother’s Day than to remind you of how special you are in God’s eyes.

You are important. You please Him. He TRUSTS you. He’s entrusted you with His children, because He knows that you have everything you need to raise them well. You have His grace, mercy, compassion, intuition, discernment, strength, kindness, joy, perseverance, and wisdom. Why else would He tell His beloved to hang on your teachings? He knows that what you have to offer, to instill in, your children is of such importance that it was recorded in His eternal Word.

The days are hard and long. The years are fleeting and leave us longing for a thousand re-dos, but take heart. You have everything you need to mother well, because you have a front row seat at His feet. And when you sit with Him at the end of a hard day, or at the beginning of a new week, know that He sees you, He loves you, and He is for you. My goodness, is He for you in this motherhood journey.

Happy Mother’s Day, sisters. Take this day to enjoy your children and loved ones. Straighten your crowns – those crowns and wreaths put there by the mothers in your own lives. Honor them by holding their teachings closer to your hearts today than yesterday. And lastly, take a deep breath and smile knowing how you are seen in the eyes of God.

xo,

Kristi

Contending for Your Promises

Nothing New Under the Sun

“There’s nothing new under the sun.”

How many times do you think you’ve heard that phrase in your lifetime thus far – or even said it to yourself as a means of encouragement during a rough patch?

I know I have. If you are a “creative”, you probably can relate.

Back when I accepted Jesus as my Savior I was 18 years old. It was a tumultuous time in my life, to say the least. I was looking for answers. I was in need of a Heavenly Father, and when I felt as low as I could feel, He scooped me and my messed up life into His arms, and He hasn’t put me down since.

I’ve walked nearly 20 years with Him, and, while I am thankful for each day and wouldn’t change anything in my story, I can honestly tell you that it has rarely matched up with my expectations. The hard parts have been hard, and the good parts have been beautiful and far beyond what I ever dreamed I could deserve. Either way, it’s all beyond anything I could have anticipated. Isn’t that life? We learn very quickly that it twists and turns, and you have to take it all in stride with gratitude and grit… with humility and grace…

We, as Christians, take Him by the hand and say, “Lead me, Lord. I will go,” and we go. One foot in front of the other, we walk out the gift of our days alongside the gifts that are our people, and we learn to trust Him, regardless of expectations.

So, I did that as an 18 year old. I took His hand and I went. I went to a Bible college located 17 hours away from my little town. I chased revival, because I wanted to be in His presence. I had just met my Heavenly Father for the first time, it seemed, and I wanted nothing more than to saturate my life with His presence and whatever else He had in store for me.

It was during that time in that wonderful place that I began to dream and seek direction for my life. I would have literal dreams at night of myself speaking to small crowds of women about life, about trust, about perseverance… I was older in my dreams but not much older than I am now. It was as if I saw my future self and was a member of my own audience – able to appreciate the wisdom that I had gained over the years of walking hand-in-hand with my Lord, and that excited me.

Those dreams have carried me a long way. I have had the sweet pleasure of experiencing confirmation of His promises in other ways since – through prophetic words, during my quiet times with Him in prayer, through conversations with trusted friends and my husband, and random comments and e-mails from total strangers… I can see that He’s continually working in my life, and while I can’t fully see a finished picture, I know it’s progress.

The Creative

One thing that has been especially difficult for me over these years has been that little phrase I opened this post with – “There’s nothing new under the sun…” You see, in the blogging world, we tell ourselves that when another writer voices our ideas first. Often times, it’s genuine and serves as confirmation that we are on the same page with Holy Spirit. But I have learned through honest conversation with others in my field that some bloggers have a practice of scanning posts and content for ideas and then writing about them. They watch trends and topics. They have their feelers out 24/7, and they can work the business like straight up geniuses. Unfortunately for me and my bank account (lol), I write what’s on my heart, when it’s on my heart, and it hasn’t paid the bills quite yet. But I can’t do it any other way. And so, in the past when my ideas have been found elsewhere, I have given myself that dose of “well, there’s nothing new” and move on.

The same thing has happened with some pretty serious life goals and dreams. I have confided in people in the past about my heart for women’s ministry and the boutique/cafe (which it’s not a huge secret) I dream to have one day, only to watch my dreams come to pass in their lives instead. That’s hard. Real hard. It is even harder when those same people knew my heart so well and it was if those conversations never even happened when their opportunities arose. There’s no magic phrase to help with those times, and I’ve learned through those hits that you lean into the Lord the hardest when you feel like the wind has been knocked out of your life’s sails.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
    but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.

Proverbs 13:12

No Room At the Inn

During those times of disappointment and impatience with my story, I turn to my Father. I complained – a lot. I cried out to Him, “But Lord! This is MY dream for my life. These are the plans that YOU’VE put on my soul! How could they exclude me? How come it’s not my turn?” And I complained to Him like crazy. I’m sure if I could have seen His face, He would have been shaking His head at me.

And you know what He showed me?

“No room at the inn.”

And it all started to make sense.

Yes, I know that there was actually not an “inn”, like a motel of sorts. Joseph and Mary most-likely went to a relative’s home in Bethlehem to stay in the guest quarters, but for whatever reason had to remain outside or beneath the home…

But the point I knew that He was allowing me to see had everything to do with expectation.

Mary and Joseph came a long way, carrying a promise (Jesus). They trusted God and knew that whatever He said would be, would be. But I imagine that when they went to that home, Mary full of promise, literally, with Jesus very close to being born, they probably had expectations as to what the birth of their promise would look like. Perhaps their expectations looked a little like this:

1 – Inside and comfortable where they could feel secure and safe surrounded by familiarity.

But this was not the case. Their promise was delivered outside, alone, without any significant human audience or attention. Loneliness and vulnerability marked her greatest moments, but maybe that’s right where the Lord needs us – fully relying on Him and not man. Maybe outside of the inn, outside of our expectation, is where He has our complete attention and where we can see Him clearest.

2 – Met with excitement and acceptance.

Again, not the case. We don’t know if the rejection came with explanation and kindness or if it was callous, but we know that rejection hurts, even if is accompanied with a smile. When expectations are met with disappointment, it’s the perfect opportunity for the enemy to creep in with his lies. But, we don’t see that with Mary. Instead, we see a picture of a woman whose heart is fixed on God’s word and His promise to her. Regardless of the delivery and what her circumstances looked like, we are given a picture of peace and grace and favor. It’s a beautiful depiction of what it looks like to trust God no matter what the situation looks like at face value.

Contend For Your Promise Outside of the Inn

And this is when I knew that He was telling me that my promises weren’t going to be found in the inn. They aren’t going to fit any molds that my imagination has conjured. They may come to fruition in the cold and in the muck. They may come when I am vulnerable and feeling insecure. The opportunities may arise when I least expect them too and without a single nod of recognition.

But they’ll come. I’ve just got to hold His hand and keep walking. Keep trusting. Keep speaking into those promises, because He is faithful.

So, after that conversation with God, I resolved to contend for my promises outside of the inn. I know He will meet me there – outside in the lonely place, where I feel uneasy and exposed. I know He will find me faithfully awaiting Him in the stillness, in the open, standing in awe of His majesty and power. I know I will find Him where I least expect it. It may not look like I wanted it to; my dreams may not be fulfilled in the timing that I had anticipated, but it will be just as it should be. I only need to take my gaze off of the closed doors and turn around. Hand-in-hand, I will walk with Him to a lowly place of gratitude and servanthood and face the waiting with grit and grace, peace and perseverance, humility and hope.

Contend for your promises outside of the inns in your life, friends. Just because things may not look as you thought they would doesn’t make God any less faithful. He is always faithful and His words are true.

xo,

Kristi

 

 

I Am a Legend.

I Am a Legend.

Bold, huh? To call oneself a Legend…

But as I sat down last night, looking at this image on my phone, the sentence hit me like a bold whisper. It was like a messenger from heaven had slipped me a note as he whisked on to his next stop for the day. It was a revelation that quickly took residence in my brain, serving as a reminder as to who I am in that amazing child’s eyes.

I am a Legend.

Someday, when I am gone, they will talk about me. They will reminisce about me…

Remember how we were always late – for EVERYTHING – and Mom would ask if anyone had seen her phone as soon as her butt hit the front seat? She’d lecture us about watching TV in the mornings, and then we’d pray in the car for the day to get better. Her hair was always wet. Remember how she’d twist it in that crazy side bun?  Gosh. We could never find a hairbrush! She always found the time to make breakfast. Well, until she started buying those frozen De Wafelbakkers Chocolate Chip Pancakes…

And that’s where we are now…

Always late… Hair wet and usually unbrushed… Praying for patience, favor, and grace at every turn and eating microwaved pancakes as we run out the door…

And on the eve of my 36th birthday, the Holy Spirit called me a Legend.

A Day of Loving Well…

I may never do anything great in the eyes of society. I may never leave a lasting impression on the human race. But for these four beautiful girls, right now, I am everything, and someday, I will be remembered for many things – hopefully for much more good than bad.

I am a Legend, building a Legacy, and every day that I wake up in that understanding, that is a day in which I will love well.

Life is not about ourselves. Life isn’t even about our reputations. What marks a life most deeply is how you are remembered. What good are riches and rewards if you lived without compassion? What good is confidence if you lived without mercy? What good is a beautiful wardrobe if no one talks about the beauty of your soul when you become a memory?

1If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.And if I give all my possessions to feed the poor, and if I surrender my body to be burned, but do not have love, it profits me nothing.(1 Corinthians 13:1-3)

Legends, Unfolding…

I think one of the greatest challenges I face in this stage of my life is the challenge of living in the now while simultaneously living for the future. And when I heard those words God breathed on my heart, I realized that my future is now. The way I live today, the way I love today, the smile I share today, the hugs I give today, the softness in my tone and the gentle patience in my gaze… that person I am right now will be the legacy. There is no need to fret and strive in order to become someone amazing or worth remembering. Being who you long to be right here in the present is the answer to that mystery. Making small choices all day long to love and live in the moment… that’s the secret to becoming a Legend. You are one already. You are a Legend, unfolding.

Happy Day, to You!

And so, as a part of my annual birthday tradition, I want to leave you with a gift today that has impacted my heart greatly. I recently had the opportunity to hug one of my own personal Legends, New York Time’s Best-Selling author and creator of The Hands Free Revolution, Rachel Macy Stafford. Her vulnerability and willingness to share her heart has helped shaped my own. I am confident that her words can inspire anyone, in any field, in any life stage, and of any gender. Her words speak to the heart of every human, and I am so blessed to have a beautiful, hardback, signed copy of her latest book, Only Love Today, for you.

And that’s not it! I will also be gifting this year’s Klover House Favorite Things Giveaway winner with a few more goodies. I am keeping them a surprise for now, but they’re good. I’ll give you a few clues… decor, bling, and some things for the soul. 🙂 You will love it!

An excerpt from Rachel’s amazing book:

(Photo Credit: The Hands Free Revolution Facebook Page)

So, in closing, I hope you are blessed today. I hope someone is kind to you. I pray that you feel loved today. I hope that you make someone smile and that someone makes you smile in return. I hope someone gives you a hug today. I hope you have time to dry your hair and that your kids don’t eat your chapstick. I hope the leaves are still beautiful where you are and that you enjoy a hot cup of coffee or tea with good company. I wish a good day for you. That’s my birthday wish this year – a very good day for you, my fellow Legends. We’ll talk soon…

xo,

Kristi

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One thing that made me smile was Miriam’s crazy dancing last night, and she was walking around the house for a few minutes before bed singing, “Jesus calls me Princess.” I was really caught off guard, because she’s only two and a half, but it made my day.

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The Ultimate Klover House Gift Guide (For Her)

Hey, friends! So, if you follow me on Instagram, then you know that my birthday is right around the corner! My hubby, aka #mrkloverhouse, just asked me the other day what it was I want for my birthday, and I could honestly think of a gazillion things! Budget and necessity always seem to play a huge role in what I actually ask for, so I thought it’d be fun to throw the budget aside for a minute and compile a wishlist for every wallet!

I loooove pretty, practical, cozy, fun, unique, inspiring, whimsical, and original things, soooooo, prepare for an eclectic feast of products to follow… ENJOY!

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For the Big Spender$:

Magnolia Weekender Bag $395.00

Magnolia Weekender Bag

 

Free People The Royale Flat in Taupe via Piper and Scoot: $198.00

 

Pilcro Polka Dot Mid-Rise Boyfriend Cropped Jeans: $158.00

 

The Pioneer Woman Leather Tote: $145.00

 

Date Watch in Flower Beige by WeWood: $130.00

 

Free People Summer Dreams Pullover (with Hood): $99.00

 

Sole Society “Ferris” Block Heel Sandal in Dark Taupe: $89.00

 

Farmgirl Flowers Big Love Burlap Wrapped Bouquet (Delivers Nationwide): $88.00

 

The Eleanor Dress by Piper & Scoot: $88.00

 

TOMS Black Suede Diamond Embossed Jutti Flats: $84.95

 

New Balance “Fresh Foam Cruz” Sneakers: $79.99

 

Smallwood Home “Home” Sign: $69.00 (Orig. $150.00)

 

Alison Joy Embroidered Striped Top: $68.00

 

For the Average Jane:

Letterfolk The Poet Oak Letter Board: $65.00

Restricted Chantel Ankle Boot: $64.00

 

Emelia Tote Bag by Ivy & Fig: $54.95

 

Runaway With Me Bag by Ivy & Fig: $49.95

 

Love Your Melon Navy Pom Beanie: $45.00

 

Boulangerie Candle Set: $38.00

 

Anthro Fringed Dish Towel Set: $38.00

 

The Giving Keys “Grateful” Classic Key Necklace: $47.00

 

Ollie Knit Tunic by Roolee: $32.99

 

For the $30 and Under Club:

Illume Anatomy of a Fragrance Eau de Parfum in “Wildflower Bergamot”: $30.00

 

LAMO Aussie Moc Faux Fur Driver in Chestnut: $29.97

 

Magnolia Journal Subscription $20.00 – $50.00

 

ESV Journaling Bible: $25.94 (Prime item)

 

Mercy House Global Bracelet Set: $25.00

 

“You Do You” Tee by Cotton Stem: $24.00

 

Only Love Today Bracelet by Hands Free Mama: $24.00

 

I Choose Love Bracelet by Hands Free Mama: $20.00

 

The Little Book of Hygge by Meik Wiking: $19.99

 

Leather Hexagon Earrings in Gold by Feathers and Grace: $18.00

 

Only Love Today by Rachel Macy Stafford (aka Hands Free Mama): $17.18 (Prime item)

 

The Year of Cozy by Adrianna Adarme: $16.99 (Prime item)

 

Meghan Browne Hampton Gold Bracelet: $14.00

 

Anthro Homegrown Monogram Mug: $8.00 

(My absolute FAVORITE mug)

 

Sooooooooooo… I hope you saw some things that you loved, too!  Would you like more Gift List Round-ups in the future??? It was so much fun compiling these great items with you in mind! Let me know if you’d like to see more ideas on the Klover House Blog! And stay tuned, because my birthday always gives me a great excuse for another Klover House Favorite Things Giveaway!

xo,

Kristi

Chip and JoJo…This Is Us…Is Tuesday Trying to Put Me in a Looney Bin?!

Oh, Fixer Upper…what have you done to me?

 

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Gah.

Seriously. When I first heard the news, or saw it rather, on my Instagram feed, I kind of glazed over it. I watched the short clip of Chip Gaines and started to move on. Then, I read the comments, and honestly, people, I felt like I was going to throw up. I know, right?! I’m probably crazy. But then, as I sat and thought for a moment, (which you moms know we literally get A MOMENT to ponder the great things in life like what Joanna Gaines is doing next… lol), I was actually REALLY happy for them.

Imagine for a moment that you were asked to be the next HGTV star. HGTV, the Mothership of Home, wants YOU and your precious family to hunker down in the spotlight for, oh say, a few YEARS. Gosh. I would feel like, “Man, this is IT! Mama has ARRIVED!” Right? You know it’s true!

But not Chip and JoJo.

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Isn’t it so like them to see the beautiful tapestry that God is weaving for their lives from above the limelight and say with peace and clarity – It’s time to turn this page. That’s the couple we love.

Yeah, we loved them for coming into our homes every week, teaching us new words like “shiplap” and getting us more excited for #demoday than our hubbies are for Football Sunday.

We loved them for showing us what it is like to have a marriage in which the banter is loving and edifying – constant, “Hey, Babe,” and “Thank you, Chip.”

Yes, we also loved their intentional and sweet interaction with their children.

We love them for introducing us to fluffy baked goods and Johnny Swim.

We loved them for teaching us to look at our boring walls and bad carpet and see POTENTIAL.

We loved them for loving Christ and not being ashamed of their faith.

We loved them for taking every step in stride with poise, grace, and the utmost respect for themselves and others.

We loved them for their perfect blend of humor and class.

We loved them for their down-to-earth wardrobes and great shoes (I’m sure there was a noticeable surge in Free People flats and Hunter Boots sales when Jo came on the scene).

We loved them for their quirky junking outings and their serious love for their farm.

We loved them for their visionary spirits and determination to see things through from blah to beautiful.

We loved the way they championed every artisan and entrepreneur they worked with and gave credit where credit was due.

We loved their humble spirits and the fact that, even being on a major hit show, they didn’t own a single television.

We loved them.

We STILL love them for all of those reasons and more.

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But today, I love them for an even bigger reason – they sincerely love and listen to the Holy Spirit, and He directs their steps with a holy, graceful boldness that should inspire any and all of us. I have never in my years witnessed a more grounded and wise pair of human beings. They laugh and have a ball, and, at the same time, they march through life to the steady beat of the Lord’s heart. I mean, how wonderful is that?!

Chip, thank you for making me laugh. Thanks for showing us all that it’s possible to have fun with your wife while chasing big dreams and facing huge responsibilities. Thanks for never editing your goofiness out of the shows and sacrificing your body with every hilarious wall-slam. Thanks for being a God-loving father to your children, because they’re going to be sharing the world with our children, and that makes me smile. My girls already have four like-hearted people out there in the world with whom to tackle the future. Thanks for being the kind of guy that shows other guys (young and old) that it’s okay to laugh and enjoy this ride we call life. Men carry such heavy burdens for their families, but it doesn’t have to be a burden, and you embody that truth.

Jo, thanks for being that jack-of-all-trades kind of girl that I immediately connected with. I’ve been wondering for twenty years what’s wrong with me that I don’t have a single passion – one that I can pinpoint and chase down with 100% of my time and energy. You showed me that it really is a wonderful and blessed thing to be a woman who can fit into many molds and none at the same time. I’ll probably never meet you, but I love you for that. Thank you for showing us that it’s possible to mother well while doing beautiful things for the people and community around you. Thank you for eating cupcakes every episode. I love you for that, too. Ha! Thank you a million times for taking a risk in putting yourselves and your lives out there. You have inspired millions of people, and many of those millions probably look at you and your sweet family and say, “I want what they have – that peace and joy and kindness…” You have been a beautiful window into the heart of Christ for millions to see. Thank you.

And now that I’ve cried and praised and sighed and smiled… I’m going to hit up the DVR for “This Is Us” and lose what’s left of my ever-lovin’ mind.

See you in Waco someday, my friends. Praying for you and your next endeavors.

 

xoxo, Kristi

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If you’d like to see the Gaines’ video announcement, you can find it here.

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Building A Heaven Family Here: Danielle’s Story

Far too often, a woman miscarries a child and carries the pain alone. The world keeps spinning, our schedules keep moving, lives are never paused…except for hers. She’s different now. Changed without permission. No advance notice, just a sudden curve in the road that jerks her onto a terrain she never wished to travel. And if she never tells a soul (other than maybe her significant other and doctor), she may never experience the freedom that comes by sharing her story. She may never see her story bring healing to the next woman walking in those shoes… This is why we share, why we talk about our experiences, and why I am so eager to share other women’s testimonies when they are offered up.

I picture our testimonies like the washing of another’s feet. We take our pain, our loss, our grief, our uncertainties, and sadness, and we pour it over the next woman’s soul. But once you pour it out, something beautiful happens… The Lord takes that pain and hurt and doubt and mourning and before it leaves the basin, it has been transformed by the Holy Spirit into gladness…joy…beauty…hope…peace…

In our book, “Blessings through Teardrops: Conversations of Hope for the Miscarriage Mom”, we say that you’ve joined a club of sorts when you lose a child. This club is not popular by any means – no one wants to be in it, but what you will find, if you find yourself here, is that you are loved. You are welcomed with open arms and offered many shoulders on which to cry. You are given doses of hope by the bucketful, and maybe the most important thing you’ll find in this club is validation of your motherhood.

Your motherhood was not lost with your baby – it was born. Your child is as alive as you and I, if not more so. Safe in the arms of Jesus, in a world we do not yet know and understand, your child awaits your sweet arrival. We call you “Mother” here. And beyond that, we have seen time and time again the power and freedom and JOY that comes with taking that validation and channeling it back to your baby by validating their eternal existence as your son/daughter.

One way that we have done that in our family, and I have witnessed time and time again in other families, is we give that sweet child a name. Our EJ is spoken of often in our home, and we have such peace with our story, because EJ is very much a part of it. It’s amazing how we know. We know deep in our mother-hearts that our children are very much alive, and we call them by name. In doing so, we validate their place in our families, and we honor them in our everyday lives.

The story I am blessed to share with you is the story of Danielle. Today, June 29th, was the due date of her precious child. She is a mother of two such precious ones, and she asked that I share her story of loss, hope, and revelation during a time of great grieving. I pray that you will read her story and be encouraged. I pray that you take her words and allow them to offer you comfort in your own time of loss, and we both pray that if you are in this club with us that you would consider what she has to say in regards to your own story. It’s never too late to validate your baby’s life. It’s never too late to honor them with a name.

Danielle’s Story

On November 8th, 2016, everyone in the U.S. was up in arms waiting for our presidential election results. I was at home with my husband, Brad. Our nation voted in a new president that day, but mine and Brad’s world would be affected in an unforeseeable way. That morning, our second pregnancy ended. The second in 9 months. The second in our first year of marriage. I went to the bathroom, and realized soon after that I miscarried. The emotions swept over me. I went to Brad’s home office and told him through tears that I believed I had just miscarried again. I have never witnessed Brad cry, but we just held each other and wept. Bawled, really. Deep sobs of sadness and pain. Why did this happen again?

Through the coming months, I would experience grief. Waves of emotions. Sometimes anger, sometimes tears. Usually uncontrolled. There were other things going on in life during this time that may have exacerbated these feelings. But, mostly it was just this feeling of deep loss. Loss of life, loss of dreams, fear, confusion, and a feeling that everything was out of control surrounded me.

When God Gives a Name…

However, even during this extremely emotional time, I knew God was in control. I never felt mad at God. I certainly didn’t understand why this happened or what the future held, but I knew God was still there, even if I didn’t feel Him. And since we had already experienced one miscarriage, we knew it was vital to ask God to reveal our baby’s sex so we could name him or her. A few months after our first miscarriage, I was praying in my head one night. I prayed for peace and understanding. I was saying a sentence about our baby, and the name Josiah just flowed out of my mind into the sentence. It was then and there, that I knew our baby was a boy. That moment also gave us a name. A name I had never even considered or thought about. I knew it was the Holy Spirit giving us peace of mind and clarity over a tough situation.

In February, a few months after our second miscarriage, while continuing to pray about this same question of whether our baby was a boy or a girl, a friend sent me a blog post about a woman who had a miscarriage. This blog was about how the mother named her baby Rose and all the details of how miscarriage affected their lives. It prompted me to have a conversation with Brad. So, I asked him if he had prayed about the sex of our baby and whether he thought the baby was a boy or a girl. He said he believed it was a girl, but couldn’t remember why he had that thought. It was ok that he didn’t remember why he felt that way, because I also felt strongly that it was a girl. Even with only two choices, it was a big deal that we both had opinions at all, let alone that these opinions were the same. I then told him that I had a name I felt compelled to name our little girl who never made it past seven weeks. This name made me cry every time I thought of it in the weeks prior to this conversation with Brad. To me, that was a verification from God that it was the right choice. I told Brad that I wanted to name our baby Charlotte. For me, this name is an important name in our family, as it honors my grandmother.

However, as soon as I said this, Brad was in awe. He recalled that his parents, before he was born, almost adopted a young girl named Charlotte. To further confirm our choice, Brad’s mom, Kathy, was adopted as a baby; however, her birth name was Charlotte! There was such a connection for this name choice. Many times in the past months I didn’t see or feel God working in this extremely painful situation; yet here He was working out the details of our baby. Who she was. What she would be named. The fact that her father and I both knew she was a sweet baby girl. I couldn’t have felt a stronger reminder of God’s love than at that time.

Building a Heaven Family Here…

When you don’t feel the love, or don’t see the path you’re to take, or can’t understand the journey you’ve been on, God is still working out the smallest details to give you peace of mind, allowing you to rest, to heal, and to love your unborn baby in a deeper way. Right now, Charlotte is back with Jesus. We don’t believe she’s an angel looking down on us but we know she’s not alone. Her brother Josiah is with her. There are countless relatives with her. And, as of this June, her great Aunt Joyce is in Heaven with her. My Aunt Joyce sang to so many babies here on earth, because, man oh man, she really loved babies. I am comforted thinking that she is in Heaven singing lullabies to our sweet babies. I have peace knowing they are all so loved. That these babies only knew love. That they never knew fear or evil. It’s comforting to know that Brad and I will see them again, in redeemed and whole bodies, in Heaven one day when God calls us home.

Through it all, I am thankful. I am still grieving our loved ones, but I can have peace and be thankful. God freely gives the gift of salvation that allows us to know Him and come home to Him after this earthly life is over. And without God working on our behalf behind the scenes, we wouldn’t know this peace or be able to have the courage to share our story.

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A beautiful necklace my friend, Cessily, gave me for Mother’s Day this year.

Sing and dance with Jesus, our beautiful loved ones.

Josiah             3-30-2016 (due around November 29, 2016)

Charlotte       11-8-2016 (due around June 29, 2017)

Joyce Miller   6-2-2017