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You had no idea...

Kimmy LaMee


You had no idea what my morning was like... or really my week. A bit overwhelmed by all that I wasn’t able to do because of the weather and the girls being out of school, had already put me in a funk and I woke up in a pretty selfish wife and mama mood. I spilled my coffee. The dog tracked mud on the carpet that I had to get cleaned up. I had to give a breathing treatment to the youngest who has been sounding a lot like the dinosaur mask that she will only keep on her face for about 3 minutes for said treatment.

And then the youngest broke a beloved “mamaw” ornament which made me mad and sad and I cried.

Those cute girls that you kept gushing over - those were the same girls that on the way to the store were huffing and puffing because I forgot the snacks and they wanted to watch more Paw Patrol and they didn’t want to go to all the stores because they just wanted to go home - mind you, where we have been for days already!

You heard me tell them that they couldn’t have that nutcracker doll that looked just like the Sugar Plum Fairy and to stop touching every single item that they walked by and you smiled.

You heard them singing “it came upon a midnight clear” at the top of their lungs, even though I had asked them to sing quieter a gazillion times and you sang a long with them for just a second and we all smiled.

You ended up behind me in the line and it took me quite a few minutes to convince the youngest to let go of the ritz cheese cracker bag I was bribing them with because we had to pay for it first and you were patient and you smiled and chuckled too. My youngest stopped crying and pitching a fit and told you “hey - I like crackers” and we all smiled and giggled.

You took a dollar out of your wallet and gave it to each of my girls and told them what great girls they had been throughout the store. And they smiled back at you and thanked you and you smiled.

You gave this tired mama more than a smile and a dollar bill though. In the few minutes you spoke to them (and to me) you were kind, you were gracious, you were patient, you were so very loving. You showed them how to give of yourself, of your money and of your love and your smiles. You were a smile giver today.

So - Thank you for seeing me and my girls today. Thank you for not huffing when they were “spreading Christmas cheer” a bit too loud. Thank you for reminding me that “your girls are such a gift from the Lord!” Because while I know that, it’s hard to remember that when your vacuuming glass ornament pieces off the carpet and shushing them in the store for the 100th time.  Thank you for pausing in your busy morning to smile, to speak, to give them a dollar, and to simply encourage this mama.

And by the way, they heard you too and my youngest said as we left the store, proudly displaying her dollar, “I a gift mommy, i a gift...”

A big fail... sorda

Kimmy LaMee


A friend was telling me the other day how all my activities looked so “perfect” which is so very far from the truth! I just had to laugh and share our latest activity and near fail. 

It was supposed to be a turkey. You know, the kind where you put little holes in a toilet paper roll so you can stuff feathers in them. What could go wrong?! 

But the holes weren’t big enough, the feathers didn’t fit, it was “ugly” and before too long Ivey was frustrated which led to quite the fit! And then I was frustrated because I was working on dinner and had to stop and help like a billion times. And then we were both just done!

And that’s okay!

We put it away. We talked through the frustrations. We laughed at all the mess and Nora was just as happy putting crayons in her turkey, aka toilet paper roll.


So it wasn’t Pinterest worthy but who cares!?! It was lesson worthy. It revealed our sinful little and big hearts. It brought out frustrations, then repentance, then restoration. It stretched our fingers, our brains, our responses toward one another... it led to tears then laughter. It led to hugs and “it’s okay...”

So yeah, it’s ugly but it’s No fail!

And the time you invest in doing activities and crafts with your little ones isn’t either even if it’s an ugly toilet paper roll feathered turkey mess! It doesn’t have to be “Pinterest worthy” to shape their little hands and our hearts. 


See, I Told ya it was “ugly”... 

Imperfect Courage: A Book Review

Kimmy LaMee


Often times, when God puts a “new” thing in front of us or asks us to serve him in a different way, we tend to hesitate, put the brakes on or simply RUN! It was like that for me in a lot of ways recently. I sensed in my heart more than ever that I needed to step away from some things to set my heart and mind on some different things. All were really good things and I loved them each in their own way.  Fear and insecurity began to mount, until finally one day, I just went for it. I stepped away from the old thing and I embraced the new and I survived! Or I should say I’m still surviving. And so is the old thing too! (It didn’t really need ME... another blog for another day)

Jessica Honegger, the founder of Noonday Collection, shares about this in her new book Imperfect Courage, which releases in late August. She takes the reader through three significant steps: the first step of owning who you are and the strengths that God has given you, the second step of building a “sisterhood” around you because we are better together, and the third step of seeing a world changed by using that power and influence that God has given us.

As she journeys through founding Noonday, now one of the largest fair trade fashion brands, she shares the beautiful stories of women around the world who choose courage over fear.  Jessica also recounts stories of frustrations and fears that could have ended her ministry. And had she given up at the first hardship, lives of ladies around the world would look drastically different today.

As I’m embracing courage, I’m realizing that it doesn’t always have to look perfect. I don’t always have to know the end result. I just have to keep trusting in a God who is for me and for my good and I’ve gotta keep walking in obedience, and even sometimes a little fear. Because thankfully courage doesn’t always have to be or look perfect!


I’m super thankful for the Advanced Reader Copy that was sent to me by the publisher!

You should totally check out this new book when it’s released on August 21st or better yet, go ahead and pre-order it over on Amazon! 

What’s that smell?!

Kimmy LaMee


If you know me well you know my “smeller” works on some kind of hyper-speed level. Like I can smell the trash in our trash can the day before it even has trash placed in it... haha

Smells are just my thing. Good ones and bad ones. Some of my dearest friends even look to me to let them know when something is a bit “funky”, if you know what I mean.

There is nothing like smells that bring things back into my memory too. Some good and some not so good. For me, the smell of a certain trash bag that I used to gather what was left of my belongings in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina will bring me to tears in a skinny minute. Or the smell of honeysuckle will not only send me into an allergic mess,  but it also reminds me of my grandmother and brings back sweet childhood memories. I don’t know why?! Fresh cut grass, rotten peaches, outside... it all reminds me of my favorite years growing up on my daddy’s peach farm and if you’ve ever smelt the stench of rotten peaches in a big barrel, you won’t forget it!

As I’ve been studying through Corinthians this summer, I came across a passage that has just stuck with me! It was talking about smells and it made me stop and pause...

“To some we are an aroma of death leading to death, but to others, an aroma of life leading to life.” 2 Corinthians 2:16

In other words, what do I smell like? We all smell of something! Do I smell like that honeysuckle that is sweet or that barrel of rotten peaches that makes everyone want to run for the hills? Life or death?

Oh, that we would each choose to be that sweet aroma that brings life and that points to Christ!

As we introduced Ivey and Nora to honeysuckle the other day, it brought a smile to my face and heart and the aroma was sweet and good and refreshing... and I could have gathered it all and brought it home so that I could smell it all day, but sadly my allergies would have NONE of that!


Not Turning Around

Kimmy LaMee


I love storms but I love them best when I’m snuggled safe in my bed or comfy on the couch, not in my car and definetly not having to drive straight into them.

As I was heading up to my parents late this afternoon to pick up the girls, this was my view. It was quiet and weird. Sun then dark black, wind, and lightening - all unfolding right ahead of me. Right in the direction that I was heading.

It was quiet in my car which is a rarity that I treasure every chance I can, so I began to just chat with God out loud. It was such a special sweet time, just the two of us. 

As we drove and chatted, He reminded me of several things:

1. He’s God of the sun and the storm - the same God who sent me a beautiful sunny day, is the same God who brings the clouds and the storms.  

2. He’s ever present in the storms - I never once felt scared or worried, even with those clouds straight ahead. His presence and peace were right there with me and I had no need to fear. 

3. Sometimes we just need to face the storms head on! A lot of times, I want to avoid the storms, skirt around them, or better yet just stay at home on the couch,  BUT that is not always the better way. Today I had one way to go - north, and the storms were north, straight ahead,  but so were my gals! 

4. He doesnt “turn around”. As I drove straight toward the storm today, I had a great reason - my sweet girls. And there wasn’t much of anything that would have made me turn around. How much more does our Heavenly Father pursue us? He won’t turn around on us! Oh what joy and assurance that brings to my heart! 

5. As I glanced in my rear view mirror on the drive back home, the storm was there,  but I was going a different way. It was behind me now. Storms come and go - they will happen, and He will be right there. This too shall pass. 

I would love to say that the ride back with the girls the other way, away from the storm, was just as sweet, and it was, in different ways. It was just filled with 1000 questions, giggles and whines, and of course loud singing!

And those moments teach me too...