that time I slept until 10.

just sitting in a beautiful cabin.
at noon..
sipping coffee and chatting with girlfriends.

who am i?

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so so thankful for the blessing of this beautiful trip with some beautiful ladies.
If you've ever wondered if any of these ladies are as amazing in person as they are "online"...
take my word. They are even better.
I am so honored to be spending this weekend with these girls!

oh, and I slept until 10.
again, who am I?



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Talk to y'all next week!

if you want to follow our crazy adventures on Instagram, we are using the hashtag #lakeplacidjam...
because Lake Placid is definitely the Jam. :)

Happy Inside-Out Day, Bethany!

Bethany...
you are 9 months old today! 
("Inside Out Day": 9 months in, 9 months out!!)
That feels like such a milestone.
I cannot believe I was meeting you this day 9 months ago. It seems like forever ago, 
yet just like yesterday too.

You are such a beautiful baby, such a happy little spirit.
You make your Mama smile ALL the time.
I am so thankful for you, my little peanut.

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I love how you breathe through your nostrils and scrunch your face when you get excited.
It's hilarious and makes everyone giggle!

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I love how much you light up when your sister is around.
She is truly the light of your life.

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I love that though you are a petite little flower,
you seem to have a fearless spirit about you.

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again, I love your scrunchy face.
It makes your lips square off and is SO incredibly cute!!!
(see below!)

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I love that you are already so into being mobile.
You love crawling everywhere, grabbing everything in sight, and getting into a little mischief.

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I love that you are still snuggly and love to be rocked.
(your Mama is begging you not to ever change that, okay?)

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I love your beautiful blue eyes.
They are so piercing and stunning, and people comment about them all the time.

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I love your willingness to be pushed around a little by big sissy...
just because you can't stand not being around her.
You'd rather be smushed than be in different room than her. :)

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I love how you love your bathtime.
You splash hard with your hands and it is so funny to watch you just come alive in the water!
And you love taking baths with Abigail..it just adds to all the excitement.

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I love your soft sweet baby skin.
And that tiny hiney of yours is just the cutest thing ever.

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I love how you already know how to love others so well.
I really believe God has given you a gift of love and compassion.
I cannot wait to see that blossom in the years to come.

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and....
I love being your Mama.

Happy 9 months, baby girl!!!!
You are such a treasure in my life.

what's in my diaper bag?


before anything else, I want to say thank you for the overwhelming response to my post a few days ago
about how the Lord freed me from fear and healed me from sickness.
I got more personal emails about this than I have ever received from this blog
and I am trying to thoughtfully reply to each one...so just know if I haven't gotten back to you yet, it's coming!
I have been blessed, encouraged, and honored to hear y'alls stories.
Also, I will be doing a "follow up" post in the next day or two to talk more about it all...
about digging into why your fear might exist and what has helped me.

but TODAY. I thought I'd lighten things up a bit with a random post....
about my diaper bag! :)

I always love learning how other mommies do things,
and seeing if they have thought of something I haven't (usually!)...
and i love sharing my mommy stuff too.

So...
I thought I'd show y'all whats in the diaper bag I carry around for my two little girls!
And I'd love to know what you carry in yours!
(or do you even carry one?)

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I knew I wanted this diaper bag before I was ever pregnant. (i know i know...such a girl)
And I had always told my mom that,
so it was one of my first gifts from her after we found out Abigail was coming!
(it is a Kalencom diaper bag - I LOVE their stuff and highly recommend it!)

When  it was just Abigail, I carried this bag with me everywhere I went.
Everywhere.
I think part of that was some first-time mom anxiety of not being prepared for something
(like a blowout or a hungry baby), but I was always prepared!! :)

but now that I have a whole other little person in tow,
I dont carry the bag on me everywhere, its just too much stuff.

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So what I have figured out works best for me now, is that I try to always leave the bag in my car.
Now that I am past the new-mommy-always-be-prepared-like-a-boy-scout anxious phase,
I know that no matter where I am, I can always just go out to the car and get a diaper or whatever I need.
But If I know we are going into a restaurant or somewhere we might be for a little bit, 
I will just stick a diaper and a toy and maybe a bottle in my purse, and leave the bag in the car.
I never carry BOTH my purse and the bag...it's just too much!
But if I feel like I might be somewhere for longer, I will do the opposite, and put my wallet and phone in the diaper bag and take that.

So what's in our diaper bag??

so let's start with the obvious.
Diapers, wipes, and a changing table pad.

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a change of clothes (including panties for Abigail) for each girl.
I bag them up separately, so if I have to reach for it quick,
 I'm not searching trying to figure out whose is whose.

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snacks for each girly.
usually some puffs or yogurt melts for B, and crackers or fruit snacks for A.
I also always have a sippy cup of water for Abigail.

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some toys for both, you just never know when you might need to keep them occupied. :)
(books, some "busy bag" activities for A, a few teething toys for B)

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I also keep these awesome Arm&Hammer baking soda scented bags for throwing diapers in if we are out.
They completely take the stinch away.
I would bet you have been the victim of that terrible forgotten diaper that stayed in your car all night too. :(
So I will bag it in this if we are just out and about, but also even if I am just throwing it away somewhere, so other people don't have to smell the loveliness.
(and if either one of them has diaper rash, I will throw some travel-size diaper cream in the bag too.)

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my nursing cover that my awesome friend Jess made.
and I also have a Hooter Hider, which I love...these are great gifts for new mamas!)

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of course, the pacis. :)
can't go anywhere without those!
Abigail only uses on at night now, but I still keep one on hand in case of "emergency".

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I always stick the paci's in a side pocket of the bag, for an easy reach!
(you know that moment where its just all you can do to find that stinkin paci while your baby is screaming? stress. ful. )
And the usually put my phone in the other side pocket if I am carrying the bag.

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I def try to carry some hand/face wipes, especially if we are not eating at home!

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That's about it!
Probably twice a week, I get the bag out and re-stock or re-organize.
This is just one of the things I have found that keeps my head on a little straighter as a mommy of two littles. We need all the help we can get, right? :)

What's in YOUR diaper bag?

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have a blessed day!!!

my deliverance from Fear and my healing from Fibromyalgia

where do I start?

in response to my post about sharing deeper things, my sweet friend Leslie
sent me the perfect words in the perfect timing the other day. She said,
"...just ask God to lead you when you sit down, and He will.
He will take away that overwhelmed feeling of what to say first."

So I will write as He leads, and I may split this up a little too, to help not be so jumbled.
I am writing this to share my testimony.
I may not have all the "answers" here if you have questions about my story or about anything I say,
but please feel free to email me..I would seriously love to talk more about it all!
(racingtowardsjoy@gmail.com)

*This is a long one...But it's important. Please keep reading if you feel led. Thanks y'all.*

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here's part of my story.

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I had been in pain for a while.
Not able to write a grocery list without pain in my fingers.
Not able to chop veggies for dinner without pain in my hands.
Unable to hold my arms up to wash my hair for too long.
Extremely tired all the time...but unable to sleep at all.
Unable to exercise like I always had.
Not able to stand for too long without feeling exhausted.
But I could not sit for too long bc my joints would hurt in my hips.
My memory and mind were fuzzy ALL the time.
Lots of "dizzy" spells.
Numbness in my hands, which always scared me when I would drive.
My hormones were completely messed up, and lots of female issues came along with it.

We had lots of testing done.
Lots of doctors.  Lots of blood work, cat scans, MRI's, etc.
We were told the possibilities were Rheumatoid Arthritis, Lupus, or MS.
(these possibilities rocked our world, just thinking about them)
No one could figure it out.
Finally, they "diagnosed" me with Fibromyalgia.

Fibromyalgia is basically described as "chronic widespread pain", 
where the nerves are "overactively responsive",
so that a person dealing with this feels every little twinge or pain or nerve firing in their body.
Where a person without it might have a very normal twitch or cramp in a muscle, 
I would be in lots of pain from the same twitch. Does that make sense?
That's how I lived. NOT fun.
(you've probably seen the Fibromyalgia commercials...
there are million of them for different medications to help pain and sleep issues, 
none of which ever helped me)

We were desperate.
but we KNEW that God did not want me to live this way.
*if you know us well, you know that I have a petty crazy history of dealing with medical issues since we got married.* 
So this was not our first go around with medical stuff, but it was def the most serious.

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not to get all "we-believe-y" on y'all, but I feel like i should explain where I'm coming from in my faith.

We believe in the supernatural power of God to do the things today that He has done forever.
We believe that He heals, does miracles, does supernatural deliverances.
We believe that he loves to give His children gifts including dreams, visions, heavenly languages, prophecy and aposotlic callings. (among more)
We believe that there is a demonic realm that Satan operates from and through.
We believe that there are demonic spirits that lie and deceive.
We have SEEN it all. Not just heard about it. We have read it in His word, and seen it in our lives.
It's not just something that happens in the "charismatic"  or Pentecostal churches. It is real.
We have personally experienced it. Felt it. Known it.
It is the power of Jesus.

"Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever."
Hebrews 13:8

"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, authorities, and powers of this dark world 
and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms."
Ephesians 6:12

All that to say, I had been prayed for many times for healing,
and this time with the Fibromyalgia was no different.
But we were honestly fed up and just worn down.
We were desperate.
Yet, we felt like He had said that this was not a forever-thing.

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We had heard of this week-long conference that teaches about the spiritual roots of disease.
We knew several people who had been and had amazing experiences.
But we had no idea what to expect.
We thought we were going to a revival-like mass healing conference.

But it turned out that it was a week long of being taught about scripture and what the Lord says 
about disease, healing, and the roots of sin and lies from Satan.
We literally just soaked in it from 9-5 every day, and then again each night.
Only a few times were there times for "healing prayer" and "deliverance prayer".

During this week, I came to really understand that I had been living in fear for a long time.
This week allowed me to delve into the roots of it, to explore all the lies I had believed for so long.
(The main lie that led to my fear was that God was not my ultimate Protector.)

We knew that I had lived under the spirit of Fear for a while,
but had no idea what needed to happen to be free from it.
And I dont think I realized the major connection between fear and my health struggles.

then. 
(back-track a sec with me)

ON THE WAY to this conference, we crossed the Mississippi river.
Parker was driving. (fear of not being in control of the car)
We were going over a river (i feared drowning)
on an overpass (I hated overpasses)
We were coming up next to an 18 wheeler (another fear)
then the lane ended and Parker had to make a quick move next to the big truck (more fear)
With all those put together...
my body literally felt SHOCKS going though it.
Shocks of pain.
Shocks of FEAR.

that's when I knew it was all connected.

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When I say that I was bound up in fear, that would be a understatement.
It consumed my mind AND my body.
anxiety, fear, unrest...no peace.

But at the same time. I did not walk around outwardly thinking 
"oh my gosh I'm gonna be hit by a bus today!".
It had just become almost my mode of operation. A subconscious mindset.
I think that's why it started affecting me internally so badly.
And really no one besides Parker knew what a big struggle this was for me.

what did I fear?
anything. And I don't mean fear like I had phobias...I mean like i would always listen to thoughts that were the opposite of what was true and right and good.)
Like even when I was healthy, I would fear being sick.
Long before I ever thought about having kids, I feared I wouldn't be able to.
When I drove next to 18 wheelers, I feared them toppling over on my car.
I feared bridges. I would white-knuckle the handles in my car if someone else was driving.
I feared rejection...big time. and funny thing is...
I am a social person, but I always had walls up due to this fear.
I feared my husband leaving me.
I feared someone breaking in or attacking me.
the list goes on and on really.

These may sound like all "normal" fears to you, maybe you fear all these things.
But you know how I knew it was getting out of hand?

when I started FEARING FEAR.

stop and think about that. It does sound a little crazy I know.
But when I got to this point...
I KNEW I needed freedom.  Like more than just some good scripture memorization 
or a prayer for peace.

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One evening at this conference,
they said the Lord was leading them to do a prayer for deliverance from the demonic spirit of fear
for whoever needs it.

(deliverance basically means "freedom from a bondage or danger")
*deliverance is WHY Jesus came for us!!*
But he wants more than just our entrance to Heaven.
He desires for us to be free HERE and NOW.

"It is for FREEDOM that Christ has set us free."
Galatians 5:1

This is where it may all sound a little crazy to you, 
but I feel released to share it, and am hopeful it will bless.

I held out my hands to receive the prayer.
Next thing I knew I was on my knees, shaking, dry-heaving and crying.
I felt like it lasted forever.
(but I think it was just a minute or two)
and then.
PEACE.
complete peace.
chills, good chills.
An overwhelming feeling I have only experienced a handful of times in His Presence.
Like a wave washing over me.

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*not all deliverances or healings are like mine. God can do it with a whisper if He wants to. But I believe He did it this way for ME because I needed to FEEL it all physically...like a representation that HE could give me the opposite of what I had been feeling in my body for so long*

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Throughout the rest of the week,
I continued to learn, soak in, and believe, the freedom God had for me.
And so He started showing me that I indeed was free.

Remember how I said I couldn't write my grocery list without pain?
well, get this...
I took almost half a notebook of notes the rest of the conference.
That was a miracle.

The healing had already begin.
(AND IT CONTINUES TODAY.)

Over the course of several weeks following,
and DAILY surrendering my mind (literally taking every thought captive) 
and believing HIS LOVE for me rather than FEAR...

I started to be free from all my symptoms.
I started gaining back strength. I started sleeping again.
I was able to work out again.
My memory and mind started clearing.

AND.
Remember how I also told you that my hormones had been really messed up?
(Ill spare you all those details, but according to my OBGYN, it was going to be really hard to get pregnant
until we figured all my other health stuff out.)

We got pregnant with Abigail 3 weeks after I was delivered from fear.
And I had an amazingly healthy pregnancy.
The healthiest I have ever been in my life.

and it continues.
I no longer have the pain or exhaustion from the "disease".

I have been freed from this bondage to fear.

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So why do I share all this with you?
What are my hopes in opening up my personal testimonies to you?
What are you supposed to do with this?

Maybe you are living in fear.
Maybe you are living with disease or pain.
Maybe you have had questions about IF the Lord can still heal today.

I do not have all the answers.
I do not know why some people are healed and some aren't.

But I do know this.

God is good.
and He is capable.

He is capable and willing to love on you where you are,
whether that means bringing you to a place of freedom and healing.
or giving you supernatural peace in the midst of the suffering.

Also, I want you to know that these things are indeed possible.
I believe with all my heart that God DOES desire for each of us to know His goodness.
It IS possible to be free from fear and sickness...if that is HIS desire for you.

But I would definitely start asking Him if it is, if you haven't already.
And ask Him to show you what lie you might be believing, 
or if there is a deep wound that needs healing.

I cannot tell you how many people we now know (personally), and also testimonies we have heard,
who when they became free from certain lies in their minds...
their bodies were healed.

I think so many people put so much weight in what doctors say, or put so much hope in getting a diagnosis. I know I did.
When really,
it MAY be that all you need is to be free from a bondage that has such a hold on you 
that it has made you sick.

Just ask Him about it.

I want freedom for you.
And I can't imagine how He feels.
Because He loves you so much.

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...more to come...

Thanks for reading y'all.
It means the world to me
I feel so honored to share my story here, and am trusting God to use it.
I will definitely continue to post more about all these things,
but if you want to chat at all, please email me.
I'd love to hear your stories.
Love y'all.

HE Speaks: Annie's story

So happy to share another sweet heart today...



Annie is so awesome and I loved reading her heart about how God has spoken, and how she has listened and responded....so encouraging!!
And i love her heart to spread the love of Jesus.
Thanks for sharing girl!!


hello, racing towards joy friends! i'm annie and i'm super excited to be guest posting for sarah today! you can usually find me writing over here and tweeting like a banshee over here.
(ps. i'm not really sure how banshees tweet, but my roommate from college and i used that to emphasize the speed or frequency with which something is being done. in this case, tweeting.)

now one of the things about which i am deeply passionate is missions. i particularly love international missions. i have been on five mission trips, four of which have taken place outside the country.

two years ago, i wanted to go on a trip to hungary but after a metaphorical stabbing in the eye i realized it just wasn't going to happen. i was getting The Itch, though. you know, The Itch to travel. i would have gone just about anywhere and done just about anything.

so i was sitting in church on february 15, 2012, when i saw a small announcement in the church bulletin for a meeting about a trip to honduras.

and i burst into tears.

a few things you should know about me:
1. i don't just cry.
2. i'm from honduras and we thought our last trip there would be the one we took
in the summer of 2010.
3. i don't just cry.

so i'm sitting in church basically trying to contain the ugly cry so i don't disturb anyone (i call this the Ugly Contain), and praying, "God, You wouldn't put this in front of me to take it away, would you?"

well, i missed the meeting. there was no contact information in the bulletin. by the time i figured out who would be a good person to contact, apparently i could not summon the energy it took to write a short email asking for information.

i was home a few weekends later and saw the missions brochure for my home church. there were two trips to india, a trip to uganda, a trip to spain, and a trip to paris. i asked my mom if i could go on one as a joke.

i think she got that it was 75% a joke because she answered with these grand plans of the family doing it together, and i knew there was no way that was going to happen. & really all i was trying to do was gauge her reaction to a trip to honduras anyway.

but i still didn't know if the Spirit was leading me to this. i knew so far, based on the message i'd heard at church on february 15, that if i were to take a trip, it would need to match my spiritual gifts, which are teaching and discernment.

the trip to spain? teaching ESL.

but i still wanted some deeper confirmation. i wanted to KNOW.

enter march 25, 2012.

our pastor spoke on walking spiritually. i can't remember where he went with that.

i do remember, though, how God went with it.

all i could think about was spain and honduras, honduras and spain, the entire time, knowing that spain seemed more likely for a variety of reasons, like matching my gifts and safety. (honduras has the dubious distinction of being the murder capital of the world this year. americans are particularly at risk, even if they are half-honduran like me.)

while my tiny, fearful heart was beating missions, missions, missions, our pastor was speaking on listening to the Spirit. and the one thing i heard distinctly was this: that listening occurs when we speak to each other with "psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs" and submit to each other "out of reverence for Christ." by doing this, we build community; by building community, we invite the Spirit; when we invite the Spirit, He speaks.

& let me tell you something, friends: HE. SPOKE.

on march 25, 2012, the Spirit gave me 150% certainty that i was going to spain that summer.
and on july 6, 2012, i boarded a plane for madrid to teach english as a second language,
with an emphasis on relationship-building and pre-evangelism.







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Annie,
I love that you answered God's voice in your life.
And that you were patient for His timing.
That's such a blessing for others to hear, that might be waiting for the "Go".
My prayer is that you would continue to use those gifts He had put in you, and follow WHEREVER He leads you, no matter the cost.  He's so good!

go make a new friend!
Annie blogs here and tweets here

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I have so enjoyed doing this series on hearing God's voice.
I have been blessed and encouraged myself, and hope you have been too.
I think it's always great to hear about other people's stories.
If you'd like to share your story about how you hear from the Lord,
email me! I'd love to share your heart here. :)