The Battle of “No”

by Kimmie

My one and a half year old son’s favorite word is “no.” Raise your hand if you are the least bit surprised. No one? Shocker.

Sometimes it’s a subdued “nah” when I ask him if he wants to finish his dinner. Hey, at least he’s polite about it. Other times, it’s straight out of a scene from Jurassic Park. You know, the one where the Tyrannosaurus Rex chases after the Jeep? Except I’m being chased by an insane toddler who is SO mad that I won’t allow him to play with the broom (#meanestmomever). While I appreciate your desire to sweep, child, you are making a bigger mess and I’m going to have to wrestle this out of your hands later and then you’re going to throw the most epic tantrum ever, thankyouverymuch.

But I digress…

It’s interesting how easy it is for a young child to say no.

It’s black and white; either they want to do something or they do not. And you would think that it should be just as black and white for the rest of us…but it’s not. In fact, there are so many gray areas that cloud what could be a simple black and white moment.

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Easter: A Celebration of Friendship and Salvation

by Kimmie

I have been thinking a lot about Easter lately.

When I was younger, it was all about the candy and eggs. We would dye our hard-boiled eggs for our Easter baskets the night before. Then, first thing in the morning, we’d be shouting down the staircase at my parents to wake them up.

My poor parents…they had to enforce a “no shouting until 7am” rule because otherwise we would be up before the sun rose.

Once we were allowed downstairs, we’d race through the house searching for the plastic eggs filled with candy. Our Easter baskets would be filled with even more candy, AND we got a small present to open.

I vaguely remember my parents requiring us to dress in our Easter best for church – which was great because I got a new outfit, but ehhhh…church.

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A Servant’s Heart: Carrie Underwood

by Kimmie

True story: I went to church with Carrie Underwood.

It was a warm, sunny Sunday at the end of July 2012. Ryan and I were still dating at the time, and we had traveled down to Nashville, TN, to visit his best friend and his best friend’s wife. They asked us if we wanted to go to GracePointe Church, and I was excited to experience some Nashville worship.

So as I sat there, surveying my surroundings, I noticed a blonde-haired woman sitting directly to my right in the next section over…and she looked awfully familiar. It took me a good minute to realize that I was staring at Carrie Underwood. (Let me tell you, she’s even more beautiful in person.)

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Making Head Knowledge Heart Knowledge

by Kimmie Plummer

I have to admit, this was a hard blog post for me to write because this is something I struggle with ALL.THE.TIME. I rewrote my words too many times, hoping that I could eloquently convey my message. Instead, I am afraid this will be raw, rough, and entirely too honest.

For as long as I can remember, I have been an over-analyzer. I have to think things through over and over and over again, hoping to glean just a bit more information.

It’s like, I know in my head that I’m a daughter of God, but my heart keeps asking:

I know that I am at a healthy weight, but why don’t I fit into size 2 jeans?

I feel pretty today, but why don’t I look like her?

I am a good person, but why don’t I like myself today?

I am trying so hard, but why is it never enough? 

I know I am strong, so why do I let others tear me down?

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Choosing to Put My Marriage First

by Kimmie Plummer

More times than not, if you run into me while I’m out and about, my son is attached to my hip. At almost 15 months, he’s my constant companion. I cherish every second I get with him, especially because I’m not a stay-at-home mom. Our time together is so precious, so valuable.

One of my toughest days as a mom was the day I returned to work. I still live with residual guilt from this decision.

Because my time with my son is limited, I find myself engrossed with all things Everett. We play trucks, we read books, we dance and sing…I cram everything I can fit within the two and a half hours before bedtime. Sometimes it feels like I am trying to prove to myself that I am a devoted mom, because I chose to go back to work instead of staying home with my little boy.

So, where does this leave my husband? How do I find time to show Ryan the same level of love and devotion?

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When Dreams Seem a Long Time in Coming…

by Kimmie Plummer

“He has made everything beautiful in its time.” – Ecclesiastes 3:11

This verse sits framed on a shelf in my kitchen — a constant reminder that God provides everything at the right time…even if it’s not my timing.

img_2055Before I go any further, let me tell you a few things about myself. My name is Kimmie and I am a coffee-obsessed, Jesus-loving wife and mother.

By day, you can find me working with companies to help them create training and development programs for their managers and employees. At night, I moonlight as an entertainer and comedy act for the cutest little boy on the planet.

My husband is a pretty awesome guy (if I do say so myself) and we live a normal, perfectly imperfect life together.

But I have a confession: I’m a control freak.

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