Wanting To Forget

This post has been in my head for a few months. A few months, just stewing in my head. To me that is confirmation that this story and it’s implications are something to share. So here it goes.

A couple months ago a dear friend of mine made the hard decision to move from DFW back home to Arkansas. After the decision was made, the process began of either selling or packing every little thing she had to her name. Lucky for me, the sell list included some great couches, couches I had envied many nights sitting on them and chatting over life, our messy, complicated walks with Jesus and drinking cheap red wine. As soon as they were offered, I jumped at the opportunity to become their rightful, grateful owner.

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Bolsa + Purdy

First “Beats & Eats” post, commence!

A few weekends ago, a friend and I ventured out to the Bishops Arts district for dinner and some live music. Both were absolutely delightful.


First of all, just looking this place up and glancing over the menu was enough to convince me. If you do the same, you may not need to read the rest of this post. Feel free to stop here if that applies to you. You’re welcome.

Bolsa wins major points for location and atmosphere. Bishops Arts is definitely developing in a way that anybody who’s anybody should know about it. You can’t really go wrong with the all around shopping/dining experiences offered and Bolsa seems to be yet another notch in the Bishop Arts district’s belt… if you will. The atmosphere inside was similar to a lot of great new places, so it wasn’t anything special, necessarily, but it was great none the less. We sat inside, but they do have a substantial patio that I would love to try. The tables were a little tight inside, but I’m willing to overlook that offense, considering people watching can turn into people eavesdropping and make for great entertainment. Wait, is that bad? Parking wasn’t bad at all. We found a free spot in the restaurant lot.

Ok, food. Praise Jesus. Here is what we ordered:

Texas Cheese Board
Cilantro Grilled Chicken Flatbread
Duroc Tomahawk Pork Chop
Texas Peach Cobbler
Oak Cliff Creeper (cocktail)
Bolsa Sangria

I don’t know that I would have ordered the cheese board on my own but fortunately for me, my friend has a striking affinity for cheese, and as it turns out, I am thankful for that. For our entrees we shared the flatbread and the pork chop, both of which were fantastic. For dessert, the peach cobbler was OUT. OF. THIS. WORLD. Get it. Eat it. Trust me. I actually got extremely annoyed because our waiter took our dish with a few bites still left. If that happens, you need to chase that waiter down, pin him to the ground if necessary, and finish your cobbler! You’ll regret it if you don’t.

Joe Purdy @ the Kessler

Following dinner, we made our way to the Kessler. This was my first experience at this venue and, can I just say, yes. They were very laid back at the door, so we simply gave them the names we purchased tickets under, they checked us off their list, and we proceeded in. No wristband. Nothing marked on our hands. Very relaxed and enjoyable. The other great thing was the chairs. Chairs are great, can I get an amen?! As much as I want to pretend that standing during an entire set is no big deal, I am apparently old now and being able to sit is a gift from Jesus. It makes the whole experience a heck of a lot more enjoyable. Maybe I’m 80, that’s fine.

Anyways, Joe. Joe was great. I am more familiar with his older stuff, so I wasn’t sure how this would all go down. However, he played a good mix of the new and the old. A good portion was just him and his guitar, which I preferred to the portions with the band. I also preferred him live as opposed to his records, acoustic live performance definitely wins out over production. His voice is great enough to carry the weight.

The only thing that tainted this performance for me was the audience. I am pretty sure we were in a room with the most ridiculous people on the planet. Tip to all concert goers, artists have a set list, they made it for a reason and with much thought, let them play it. It drives me insane when the audience continually shouts out song requests to no avail and on repeat. Let it go friends. That is all.

“Are You Worried About Getting Married?”

I am so thankful to have had another opportunity to guest write for Biblical Women. In case you missed it there, here is an excerpt from my post about the worry I experience in my singleness and a link to read the full post. Love y’all!

“Are you worried about getting married?”

My heart sank. Shocked and humiliated, I looked around to see if anyone had heard her.

I felt like I had been caught. How did she know? Was it that obvious? 

No matter how much I knew it shouldn’t be true or wished it wasn’t. Yes, I was worried about getting married. am worried about getting married. Every day of my life.

But luckily, before I could utter a word, she quickly followed with a second question. “Do you want to get married?”

Well that was an easier, less shameful answer. “Yes, I do.”

It hadn’t been an easy morning. My emotions had gotten the best of me at church and I couldn’t tell you why if I tried. Welcome to womanhood. I guess sometimes emotions collide, circumstances come to a head, and you stand before the Lord, a wreck, and there’s nothing you or the hundreds of people around you can do, except admit that the timing is less than ideal. (Yeah, I usually prefer to have breakdowns in private, thanks.) I guess sometimes you don’t have a choice, and a beautiful moment of vulnerability in the midst of your people, people that know and love and walk with you, just happens.

I’m normally a night church goer. (Y’all evening services are where it’s at.) But I had gone that morning in support of the daughter of a dear friend who was being baptized. Amelia is nine, just started the fourth grade, and is now a ferocious follower of Jesus. A week prior I had sat at her kitchen table with her mom and watched her scrounge her entire house for the perfect super hero costume, complete with an eye mask made of wide-ruled notebook paper, and a sparkly belt that was either pink or green, I can’t remember. But I remember she looked fierce. That morning, I watched her stand proud and just as fierce in front of five hundred people in order to tell them she had trusted Jesus to save her. She was a Jesus lover, and I stood, with her family, friends, and most of all the God who created her, an Amelia lover. Mark my words, God will use her boldness and tenacity in ways unimaginable for the Kingdom.

Afterwards, with about forty people in tow, Amelia set out to celebrate her day in true Texas form, over chips and salsa, and sour cream enchiladas. I felt bad at the time, but for some reason, Amelia took to me that afternoon and asserted upon her arrival that she was going to sit next to me. After checking with her mom, making sure Amelia didn’t need to appease her out of town family with her presence at their table, I embraced the beginning of a sweet lunch sitting next to Amelia.

I can’t tell you what happened before or immediately after, but at some point during lunch, Amelia, in the blink of an eye, exposed my greatest weakness. A weakness I’ve carried for a decade, she brought up with no preface and no hesitation.

“Are you worried about getting married? Do you want to get married?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Well… God just hasn’t picked your man yet. But don’t worry, you’ll get married.”

And that was it. You’d probably think I left encouraged, elated even, that this precious friend, newly anointed with the Spirit of the living God, had no doubt that marriage is in the cards for me. But I didn’t. I left humiliated, messed up with embarrassment. I felt like all my efforts to have it all together, or at least appear to, had failed. A nine year old saw right through me.

Maybe I did stick out like a sore thumb among couple after couple that day, every single one with kids or kids on the way. Maybe everyone was wondering the same thing, feeling sorry for the single girl. Is it ever going to happen for her? Maybe they all know why it hasn’t and no one is telling me. But, as I’ve processed the whole encounter, moved past the insecurity, the fear and uncertainty that is stuck to this area of my life, Jesus has showed up in a way that’s undeniable. I fully believe God spoke through Amelia that day. Here’s why.

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When Friends Get Engaged Without You

One of my dearest friends got engaged last night. What started as an effort to convey my simple congratulations the night before it happened, turned into a deep and meaningful time of reflection, ending in an overwhelmingly grateful heart and basically… a novel. As a single, there’s a bittersweet feeling that comes with times like these, but the process of writing this was one of healing for me. A process of deciding what is really true over fleeting and selfish emotions. I would love to share it with you in hopes that it is an encouragement, especially to my single friends as they journey. This is what is true.

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Introducing… Beats & Eats!

This portion of the blog is a result of much coercion and peer pressure. Though I’m absolutely elated by the idea, I find it incredibly unbelievable to think that people actually care what I think. But with an appeasing heart and without further adieu I bring you, “Beats and Eats”.

Here’s the premise. On any given weekend, you will no doubt find me trying a new restaurant or snuggling into a table at an oldie but a goodie (Obviously, I eat out way too much. #singleprobs). Likely to follow said dining experience is a venture to hear live music, whether big name and crowded venue or an unknown in a musky bar. I’m always up for finding new music and I spend way too much money on tickets, covers and Spotify. Because of all this, I’ve been deemed the resident foodie (the number of times I’m asked for restaurant suggestions is astronomical) and a well respected, though unprofessional, musical opinion.

So here you go, a corner committed to you and your dining and entertainment adventures, a one stop shop for all my suggestions. I’ll be tagging restaurant posts by things like location, price, taste and overall atmosphere. And my musical mentions will be easily browsed by genre. Hopefully I can be an adequate guide as you eat and listen! Enjoy!

Stay tuned for my first “Beats & Eats” post!

And if you have suggestions, let me know!

The Forty Day Thing

Do you have certain things with certain friends?

I do. Here’s what I mean.

I have a friend I often meet for dinner and our thing is to go to the same restaurant, order the same drinks, a cup of queso and steak fajitas to share. We do it every time and it never gets old, because it’s our thing.

I have another friend and we go to concerts. We go to concerts and then we go to Whataburger. It’s tradition. Concerts end late and, without fail, we’re hungry when it’s all said and done. So a late-night, guilt-free, post-concert Whataburger run is our thing.

I have friends from college and Friends was our thing. Whenever the TV was on, we were spending quality time with Monica, Rachel, Phoebe, Ross, Joey and Chandler. Not a reunion goes by without playing Friends Trivial Pursuit or at least quoting familiar episodes. Friends, it’s our thing.

I’m sure you have multiple things. Things shared between you and the people most dear to you. There are probably times that you’ve done or tried alternatives and, maybe it’s just me but, it’s weird. The first friend and I once went to the same restaurant and ordered different meals. Now, they were delightful, but something was off. I can’t even imagine how off-kilter the world would be if the latter friends and I watched Seinfeld or some other popular sitcom. Yuck.

I say all this to bring up one final friend. We have a thing and it’s 40-day prayer challenges. For some reason we tend to segment our prayer fervor into 40-day increments. I guess it keeps us committed and consistent, at least for the designated days. There’s also a steady momentum built as our faith increases and we anticipate God moving in ways only He can. Each time, as the final days draw near, not only do we find ourselves in uncharted waters, in places we have never been with the Lord, deeper and richer places, but we also end up craving more. Without fail, we itch to start again. I guess we can’t get enough, and I love that.

At the culmination of these last 40 days, this sweet, dear, precious and absolutely crazy friend of mine suggested that we pray through the night. Bless her. 

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