Grace, Love & Kindness + Life.

Consistent garbage. I wanted to title the blog that... But I have noticed, I don't write much of anything that makes sense (just like that sentence) when I title them first. Maybe it's in my head, maybe it's not. Whatever works. My family has been going through turmoil, again. Hints my saying "Consistent garbage". I do not care to share the intimate details (you're welcome... or sorry) on a public forum. Because afterall if I did, there's Facebook for that! I will share that with turmoil comes the test. The true test of your Faith. Today was the 1st of 3 very important court dates, and since this one today involved my son, I'd like to announce that one of the Bible verses this morning in my devotional was Philippians 4:13. Happens to be written on the inside of his baseball cap, and is his favorite verse. I knew when I read that this morning, we were gonna be taken care of today. (as if there should have been any doubt) I realize I just

  I felt a huge tug on my heart this morning when I was spending time with God. I take Max for a walk shortly after Daniel leaves for work, and I listen to amazing worship music, which gets my soul singing. I come home I mix a spark and usually I sit on the back patio and read my devotional and read the word in my bible I bring out with me. Now that you have a visual, that is what a perfect start to my day looks like. And it's glorious when it happens that way. Days don't always begin like that though, some mornings I'm still asleep when he leaves, and some mornings it's feet hit the ground running because I'm already late. Those days don't happen often though. I MAKE time for God. I make time and get up earlier and at least read the word and my devotional. It's important to begin my day that way. I know what God's promised me, and I can usually go through my day a little more productive than days when I don't get to read. But what has st

Today's has been a busy day, just finished with my son's 2 back to back ballgames. And I've had a ton on my mind today. I love birthday's. ANY one who knows me even a little, knows this about me. I don't get near as excited as I used to, but it's still MY day. I guess that was instilled in me so long ago, it's still with me. It's the day you came into the world! You were born for a purpose. How could you NOT be excited about that? I am still trying to convert my husband to think that way too. Purpose. Such a strong word. And meaningful. You were born for a reason! You were born to do something impactful. Do you believe that? You aren't born just to go to school, get a job, pay bills and die! You were born to impact somehow! So as I've thought all day today about my last 31 years as I roll into 32 tomorrow, what have I done thus far to make a difference?   1983 -- My first Christmas, I was 6 months old. I stumbled a lo

I recently sat down with a few of my friends whom I've chosen to interview for my book writing. I'm pretty stoked about it, and have been carefully planning the questions I plan to ask them. All the while, I'm coming up blank. Each of us have a story to tell, and we should be sharing it. But there are times, and places to do it too.   Recently I met someone and granted, I ask a lot of questions, because when I meet someone, my intention is to walk away knowing more about that person than they do about me. However, this person, I am certain she will never know anything about me. You see, sometimes, people just need to talk. And that's okay. So don't be afraid to be that person that only listens. Maybe you were sent into their life for THAT reason, and that reason alone. To be the ear. So try not to be frustrated with not being able to share your own input. Now, there is a completely different side to this as well. There are those people who are

I just ran across my journal from the 90's. Wow. As I read through, I have new understanding all over again with my boys I'm raising. Maybe ease up a little. However, more so. To tell them not too be so serious. Holy cow. If I could write a letter to my 13 year old self (which is most of my entries age) I would tell myself... "Misty, enjoy being a young girl without a care. Yes, you were right $224 is alot of money. You should know you'll end up moving to Oklahoma, be patient. Boys, they come, they go, enjoy being single. You ARE 13. Your friends were really your friends, you made them enimies in your head. Write more, maybe not everyday, but write. Read more, you need to work on your spelling. It's okay. Things get better. Remember: You are, 2 cool 2 be 4 gotten. 😄" In other words, chilllllll (as my kids tell me). Xo- Misty Rayne

Did you ever hear the phrase when you were growing up 'You have to be pretty on the inside to be pretty on the outside?' Holds true. Because you can be a drop dead gorgeous super model and still be a really ugly person, if you don't have a good heart. So how do you get a good heart? You know, we all have hearts, with the potential to be good. There is so much evil in the world, sometimes our hearts don't stay pure, and they get drug through the mud from time to time, from break ups, from poison and sometimes just rough times. It can all take a huge toll on us. So how do you keep your heart good? I wish someone had wrote this years ago, but maybe I wouldn't be who I am today if I had already known. But for me, it's scripture. I wasn't always like I am now. Just Facebook stalk me & see for yourself. It's fine if you do. I leave up old pictures for THAT sole reason anyway. I have nothing to hide. I've come a long way, and I am fine with wh