The Risen King: Day 3

Overnights at work, make for early morning daily devotions. These are my 3AM thoughts.


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11.8.11 was my first post on blogger.

I had originally started out with the tagline of “Happiness is Free”, and it is. Sure money can buy you class things and experiences, but having people to share it with is what truly matters. When I started my blog, I had recently graduated from college, moved to the twin cities (where E was living), and started the hunt for a career out of school. This search wasn’t easy, and it usually didn’t come with any responses. I had a big red X painted across my resume, and it was all because I had failed my national boards by one question.

Three years ago, I thought my life was determined by that test. THE test that determined my future, our future. Failing this test wasn’t an option, and the pressure and stress consumed me. My husband had already been out of college for a year, and had landed a job that he loved and close to home. All that was left of the start of our “Happily Ever After”, was me…and that test.

I walked out broken hearted and defeated. I felt like 5 years had been for nothing. I know that this sounds dramatic, but that is THE GOAL. That is the steps that you have to take to get from point A to point B. And just when you think you are getting to point B, the world (or God himself) wants it another way, and it doesn’t go the way you planned.

Plan is a funny word, because can you really plan anything? I imagine sometimes if I would have passed right away, where E and myself would be today. We might still be in the twin cities. We could be living in that house that we were four days away from closing on. We could already have started our family. Sounds nice,right!?

Could. Might. We will never know.

What I do know is that my blog that I started over three years ago, has captured a lot of our moments; whether trial or tribulation. It started when I felt like I was at rock bottom, and takes me through some of my highest moments. I can look back and see personal growth; one of the most important being my confidence. It never left me, but the world can sure kick a girl when she is already down.

I think I started blogging because I wanted to remind myself that happiness doesn’t mean that everything comes easy. Happiness doesn’t mean that you get everything right away, and sometime you don’t even know what truly makes you the happiest. Planning can only go so far, before the world steps in, fate takes place, and Gods plan runs its course.

What am I all about?

Some tidbits about Kota+Coffee

I may have an addiction slight obsession with coffee, and that love is often expressed in my blog. This relationship started when I was in college–had to keep myself warm during those North Dakota winters!–and now its a full on marriage. Til death do us part.

Speaking of North Dakota! That is where my husband and I live–we will call him E on this blog. Wonder why we live here? And “by force” is not the answer. I was born and raised here, and hopefully my blog will bring some light onto the mysterious state of ND. I will answer a few questions though; people do live here, yes we have modern transportation AND believe it or not we have indoor toilets!

We recently moved to a new town roughly a year ago. Bought a new house. Got a puppy. And just trying to figure it all out. I love to blog about our every day life, antics, adventures, struggles, and wishes. And of course this magic all happens with my best friend, coffee my husband. I have to say that right!?

So grab your morning whatever, and come along for the ride. I love to hear from others and read other blogs!

My heart is still smiling.


Almost two years of marriage later, and my heart is still smiling.

So let me tell you about it.

I came home last night from an evening shift at the hospital. Dear husband is finally back home from his 3 days in MN, and had been asleep for a good few hours. None the less, I was more then excited to crawl into bed and know that he was next to me. However, when I walked in to my dark house, my eyes immediately tried to refocus on some new objects in our kitchen and dining room. I started to grin, and did I grin big. The rug that I had found while shopping with my mom, and had shown to him during a brief shopping trip, had magically found itself below our dining room table. Along with three smaller rugs by the doors.

He spoiled me.

But it didn’t end there.

I then found a Caribou Coffee care package on our kitchen counter. It included k-cups, coffee grounds, and a new mug to drink this deliciousness with. (He knows how much I have missed coffee during this lent season.–only 5 more coffee less mornings!)

He also went a bought two wall decorations that I had found from Pier One. I must add that I only described them one time. I even asked him this morning if he was in cahoots with my mom, because how would he ever have picked them out, but he did. And all by himself.

This morning I woke up to cookies from my mother-in-law that he had brought back, and he brought me back chipotle and it was in the fridge. Seriously!?? How did I get so lucky.

This man is my hero, and not just because he bought me a rug, wall décor, food, or coffee. He knew that I was disappointed that I wasn’t able to go with him this past weekend, and instead he brought me back a few of my favorite things. A rug may not be that exciting to you, but it is to me. It helps make this house our home, and I think that’s part of why I was so happy last night. With every piece that comes into this house, it becomes more and more ours. He is my hero because just having him home, makes our home complete, and it makes me complete.

Tired Momma.

Dog momma that is.

Since the husband has been gone since Thursday, its just been me and the animals. And let us not forget my best friend for the weekend, miss bottle of white wine. Thank God I didn’t give up wine for lent.

Let me state that; I love my dog and I love my cat. They have yet to find the love in each other, but that is a whole other story.

So puppy days can be hard. Really hard. We are 5 months old, probably hit the 50 lb mark, and this dog momma can go a little crazy. Because let’s be real, there is only so many times one person can say “no. come. sit. stay. give.”

I hate to admit this, but I fail miserably every so often and immediately regret overreacting at the situation.  I even crawled into bed after freaking out one time because I disliked how I handled the situation. It’s not Kota’s fault, he doesn’t know better. The 50 lbs doesn’t work in his advantage. He looks like a mature dog, but I have to constantly remind myself that he is still a puppy. He’s still learning, and I don’t want him to ever become afraid of me. I would be so heartbroken if it ever came to that.

I recently talked to a coworker about the frustrations and the guilt that the frustrations can bring, and it’s nice to know that I’m not the only one who gets stretched thin with patience. We both have different struggles with our dogs, but we are conscious about our reactions and the desire to change how we might react to situations in the future, to not only help ourselves stay sane but to also teach our pups in a more positive way.

Count to 10. Breathe. He only has us. –this is my motto.


What do you do to keep the peace between you and your beloved four-legged friend? I would love to hear that I’m not alone in feeling this way, and maybe try some new techniques as well!