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When His Plans for Me Aren’t Just for Me

“For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’ ”  (Jeremiah 29:11)

This morning I read about a mother who said she wished she had known her son would grow up to be an archaeologist and earn his living digging in the dirt because she would have wasted less time removing the stains from his jeans. It made me laugh. My oldest said for a long time he would be an archaeologist, and believe me, his jeans showed the hours he spent practicing. 🙂

Her comment got me thinking about those situations in my own life, when it would have been helpful to whisper a little advice to myself or give myself a glimpse of the bigger picture – what God was really doing in that time. The first that came to mind was the years my husband spent on the road. It came in waves – easy weeks that we both spent doing things we loved but still missing one another, the few weeks and days we spent together in new places, weeks that left us in tears, trials we both dealt with that the other couldn’t understand, trials that beat us against the rocks and left us with nothing to do but pray and cling to one another and God to keep from drowning. Then it would start all over again with easier goodbyes and easy weeks that flew by before a storm would blow in (sometimes literally), sending us crashing back into the sea of emotional exhaustion, hurts and sadness. As I look back on those earlier years, I am thankful for them. All of them. Not for the storms we walked through, but for what God used them for.

“You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.” (Genesis 50:20)

The strength He poured into our marriage. (I promise you, Satan tried and tried to use that time and those trials to tear another marriage down.)
My relationship with Him.
Our faith in His provisions.
The times my eyes were opened to the answers of prayers – even when the answer wasn’t yes.
All of that gave me the empathy, little bits of wisdom, and ability to talk to and encourage other wives and mothers that are in similar situations with questions, worry, and fear.
I’m realizing more and more lately how big that last one really is. I will not forget what He has done for us. However, I often forget that it shouldn’t be a secret I keep for myself.

A few months ago in an online group for linewives, a woman asked if there were any happily married wives whose marriages had survived the stress and time apart required by the job. I was happy when many, many ladies replied with a big “YES!” but saddened that it took someone asking for us to speak up. For one reason or another, we all seemed to have forgotten to share the wonderful things God had done in our lives and marriages by allowing us to walk this path. I think that applies to all our lives though. We often get so caught up in what is happening to us and around us, we forget it really isn’t about us at all. It’s not just my story He created. it’s HIS story. When God saved Joseph from his brothers’ terrible plans, it wasn’t just to save Joseph. It was to save many lives. When He saves us and brings us to the other side of our trials, even in the midst of those, his intentions are the same: to save many lives for eternity.

“Come and hear, all you who fear God; let me tell you what he has done for me.” Psalm 66:16

I pray that as storms roll through my life, I will not only see His goodness in them, but also remember to share it.

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Meet the Photographer {Mirranda: K.D. Elise Photography}

Continuing the Meet the Photographer series this week with Mirranda from K.D. Elise Photography! (Be sure to also check out last week’s photographer here.)
Mirranda is not only a talented photographer, but also a fellow linewife and homeschooling mama. I think we may be long lost sisters. 🙂





Business Name: K.D. Elise Photography


Name: Mirranda Reinhardt       


Web site/blog: www.kdelise.com


Where are you from? Pueblo, Colorado


Whats your favorite type of session (newborn, family, engagement, etc.)?
I love photographing a variety of ages and stages but if you made me pick just one type of session I’d have to choose newborns. There’s just something really special about getting to take a baby’s first photos (and the snuggles just can’t be beat).


Describe your photography style in three words.

Clean, relaxed, natural

Share a recent favorite photo youve taken.




Any really crazy, memorable photo sessions?

I had a senior session this past year that stands out. Because of her schedule we ended up meeting up about two weeks later than I would have liked and by that point the leaves were nearly gone from the trees and it was cold and muddy! My poor senior was such a trooper, she’d take her coat off for a few minutes and then throw it right back on trying to stay warm. Her cheeks were so red, I spent a lot of time editing the “rosy”out! Towards the middle of the session I found a lovely little spot right next to the river to pose her, the only problem was I had to step into the river to get back far enough to get my shot. Of course, I ended up missing the rock I was going for and taking a nice step right into the freezing cold water. By the end of the session my shoes were so caked with mud that I could hardly lift my feet and my toes were frozen through! My client joked that she needed to buy me a pair of wading boots as a thank-you gift. Happily, we finished off the session with a few urban shots and a nice cup of hot cocoa.



Whats your current favorite prop?

Oh, that’s a fun one. I think my favorite right now is my lemonade stand. My husband up-cycled it from old pallets. I can use it throughout the year for different themed sessions just by changing the sign on top and adding different decorations. I’m lucky to be married to a pretty handy guy, he’s built me tons of props lately including a raft for fishing sessions and a wooden airplane for newborn photographs.



Aside from people, whats your favorite subject to photograph?

I mostly photograph people, but every once in a while I’ll see really lovely light hitting something and have to take a photo of some random object. This mostly happens with things around the house like a cup of coffee or the globe my kids use for school.



What music do you listen to while editing?

I love Pandora for editing music. It lets me listen to a little bit of everything from country to top 100 type stuff.



What advice would you give to someone about choosing a photographer?

Be picky while searching. These are your memories and once the moment’s gone, it’s gone. Find someone who matches your style, and creates work that you could envision hanging in your home. It’s hard to turn down a good price or resist the style of the moment but if you don’t truly love what you walkaway with, you’ve wasted your time and money. Once you’ve found your photographer, let go and trust them to capture beautiful images for you.






A big thank you to Mirranda for joining in and sharing some of her work with us! If you would like more information, to book a session, or just to oooo and aaah over more of Mirranda’s gorgeous work, be sure to check out her website or Like her page on Facebook!


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Photo-A-Day Challenge

I love doing photo-a-day challenges on Instagram. (If you don’t know what that is, it’s a list of categories for each day of a month. Participants take a photo each day for the designated category and usually tag it with a common hashtag to share and see the posts of other participants.) I’m terrible at keeping up though, and I usually drop out somewhere around day 15. This time is different though. I’m determined. There’s a prize at stake! My friend Emily over at Highlines and Hairbows has teamed up with LinkJunk.com and put together a photo-a-day challenge to giveaway a giftcard to TWO lucky winners in July. If you want to join in be sure to check out the details at Highlines and Hairbows.


photo-a-day challenge

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Follow Friday {blog style}

If you’re using Twitter, you are probably familiar with the #FollowFriday tweets. If you’re not, it’s a way of sharing with your own followers all the fun people you enjoy following on Twitter. (PS – Follow me on Twitter 🙂 ) Today, I will be doing a blog version of that and introducing you to a sweet friend who is also a fellow blogger and linewife.


I first connected with Emily (I love making new friends with other Emilys.) through a Facebook group for linewives. We soon realized we had a lot in common, other than the obvious name thing and both being from Arkansas. Now I guess the rest is history, and our husbands just laugh at us for texting each other too much. She’s new to blogging, but has lots of great stuff to share! Her family takes a different approach to the linelife and travels as a family to wherever the lines lead. That’s obviously not an option for us now, so I enjoy living vicariously through her adventures. 🙂

Over at her blog Highlines and Hairbows, Emily shares more about life on the road, traveling with 2 (soon to be 3!) littles, yummy recipes (You will be surprised what awesomeness she can cook up in a microwave, crockpot, or single skillet.), and homeschooling a preschooler on the road!

Go check out her blog, and leave her a little welcome note. 🙂

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30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 1


In November, Facebook feeds are often flooded with daily notes of what individuals are thankful for. I’ve participated in this the last few years, but this year I decided to move it to my blog. I can’t guarantee I’ll get something posted every single day, but I’ll definitely try. Some days might just be a sentence or two though. I do have 3 teeny tinys. 🙂

Day One

I’m thankful for my husband’s job.
There is the obvious reason, because his career provides for our family and allows me to be home with our children, which is a blessing! However, there are several other reasons I’m thankful for his chosen line of work too.

His job is more than a job. He chose a career in linework, and he’s passionate about it. He loves it; he breathes it; he bleeds it. I’m thankful my children get to witness their father earning a paycheck by working hard at something he loves.

It makes me a better wife and mother. You can learn a lot from being a linewife, and I’m so thankful for those lessons. I hope I can pass some of those on to my children.

I’m stronger and more independent because of my husband’s career. When he has been gone for a week (or 3 or 4) at a time, I learned very quickly that I can’t just stop and wait on him to be home for everything, and I am capable of taking care of things myself. I can take all three tinys to the grocery store by myself. I can take my car to the shop to get a tire repaired or go buy and change windshield wipers, even with a baby in tow. I can also get everyone up and dressed and out the door for a doctor appointment or off to church. I’m glad my kids get to witness their mother doing these things, and I pray they see in my actions what it means to be a helpmate – helping, and not adding unnecessary things to his to do list that I could be taking care of for him.

My husband’s career has also made me a more creative and laid back mother! Holidays sometimes have to be celebrated on different days or in unique ways. Today we changed up Halloween. Last year I had a plan in place in case he had to leave on Christmas Eve. (Thankfully he got to stay home until Christmas night.) My birthday, being in the middle of March, is always celebrated on a whim, on whatever weekend doesn’t get terrible weather. Sometimes lunch turns into a picnic at the park or in the car while we watch Daddy work because he hasn’t seen the kids awake in days. I’ve always been fairly laidback, but I’ve definitely learned some lessons in how to go with the flow and make the situation work.

His job makes us all a little less selfish. When the call comes, there usually isn’t much wiggle room. He has to go. I have to respect that and realize that it’s what we signed up for. He doesn’t have the option of asking them to reschedule that major power outage, but family pictures, date nights, and trips out of town can be. (And if a babysitter is already lined up, a date night turned into a solo pedicure & latte night isn’t so bad!) My kids learn that other people need Daddy’s help too, and helping others is always important, as is being committed to your job.

These are a few of the reasons I’m thankful for my husband’s job as a lineman. What are you thankful for?


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“Is Daddy coming home?”

This year hasn’t been the easiest. We started the year off with the biggest blessing and answered prayer – to be together every day as a family. But with that has come lots of stress, changes, adjustments, and quite a bit of uncertainty along the way.

One of our biggest hurdles has been the stress and expense of two houses, and this week, when we were finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, things changed again. I’ve been frustrated, angry, and worried. Then this morning, my three year old asked the same question that he asks nearly every single day. “Daddy, are you coming home tonight?” And his daddy said, “Yes, Baby. I’ll be home tonight.”
That makes it all worth it.

I smile, but it breaks my heart. Most kids ask all day, “When is Daddy coming home?” My son asks me everyday, “Mama, is Daddy coming home today?” Even after a year of my husband being home nearly every night, my baby boy still carries that uncertainty. But each time he asks me that, I stop grumbling about the bills, the tiny house we’re all piled in with no yard, or not having a dishwasher and I remember my favorite verses, Psalm 30:11-12.

“You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent. Lord my God, I will praise you forever.”

Then I remember Deuteronomy 4:9…
“Only be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them fade from your heart as long as you live. Teach them to your children and to their children after them.”

Ouch. I pray I never forget, and I pray I can impress upon my children how God has so greatly blessed our family over the last year.

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Note: This is Part Four. To start from the beginning CLICK HERE.

Saturday morning Steven left his hotel with a co-worker and arrived at the car rental business a little after 9. If at all possible, he’s always early. This time it paid off. He was told when he reserved his car the night before they wouldn’t open until 10, but once again God helped us out, and that information was wrong. He was headed home by 9:30 am. When he called to tell me he was headed home, a huge wave of relief and peace washed over me.
I have to say that I am always amazed at my husband’s navigational skills. He took a much different route on the trip home than when they had driven out there. He drove home with no map and no GPS. I’m quite certain I would have wound up sitting under an overpass on the East Coast, bawling my eyes out and lost as a goose if I had attempted that.

I really don’t remember a whole lot about that day. I had planned to stay home from church, but a couple of hours in to our morning I realized the boys and I would go crazy if we sat at home all day. Yes, 40 weeks and 3 days preggo, I loaded up two toddlers and took them to church by myself. Yes, I’m crazy. Note to self: Never do that again.  It was exhausting, but it was just the distraction I needed.  When I got the boys loaded into the truck and started the ignition, Every Storm Runs out of Rain by Gary Allen was playing. I sat back as another wave of peace like only God can give washed over me. I knew our storm was running out of rain. Finally. (Though at that point I was just thinking the immediate. I had no idea that another storm in our life was also running out of rain. More on that later though.) That song had been everywhere I turned since Steven had left the week before. We headed off to church, and when the song ended, I switched the station to KLOVE. I Need a Miracle by Third Day was playing. Again, a song that I had heard over and over all week – always when I needed it most and when I was on my knees praying for a miracle. Then it was Praise You in this Storm. Oh how I cried! All three of those songs had been played over and over any time I was near a radio the entire time Steven was gone, and then on the last day, to hear them all at the same time. I felt God’s reassuring hand on mine, letting me know to just keep praising Him because he had not forgotten us.

When we got to church, I dried the tears and put on some mascara. (That makes every day better.)  I laughed as person after person stopped me to say, “I thought for sure you’d had that baby when you weren’t here last week!” Nope, still waiting. (At that point I was 90% sure the baby growing inside me was a girl based solely on the fact that I was 3 days overdue and all the drama!) But I was beaming when friends would ask about Steven and I got to say, “He’s on his way!!”

I tried to stay busy the rest of the day with cleaning, playing with the boys, and resting when I could. I’m always a nervous wreck when he drives long distances, and even more so when he’s traveling alone. It was all I could do not to call him every 30 minutes. We did check in with one another every couple of hours throughout the day, and at 9:38 that night, my amazing husband walked through our back door. Relief. Happiness. He was home. God is good. God is faithful. I went to bed feeling very, very BLESSED.


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Hold on Sweet Baby

Note: This is Part 3 of the story. If you want to start at the beginning CLICK HERE.


Thursday arrived. I was officially 40 weeks pregnant, and my husband was somewhere on the coast of Maryland.  I went about my day as usual. I had a checkup with my midwife. The look on her face when I told her where Steven was is  something I’ll never forget. I’m certain she thought I’d lost my mind as I calmly explained I didn’t know if he’d be home anytime soon. I remember laughing as I showed her a picture one of his co-workers had posted on Facebook that morning.  Only we could have this kind of crazy stuff happen…

Friday arrived. Our baby was officially late. I kept hearing over and over, “Wow, I bet you’re ready to have that baby!” or “You’re OVERdue? I can’t imagine!” At 40+ weeks, it’s not really a big deal though. The baby had dropped, so I wasn’t terribly uncomfortable other than being tired. It was just a waiting game to me, and each minute that passed was a minute closer to Steven coming home, whether that was before or after baby arrived, I didn’t know. I really wasn’t sure if I wanted our little one to wait it out or just hurry up and be born so we didn’t have to worry about it anymore.


Saturday arrived.
With a jolt.
At 4 a.m.
And a trip to the OB floor of the hospital.
Much to my relief, the on call doctor assured me everything was fine, but my body was definitely showing early signs of labor. God was giving us an unexpected notice…and hopefully time to get daddy home. Oh praise Him! As soon as we left the hospital, I started calling Steven. Another bump in the road. He was now somewhere in the mountains of West Virgina, wading through snow, waist deep in some areas, with zero phone signal. The same was true for all his co-workers too. It would be 6 or 7 before they got back to a phone signal. A little after noon (after 1 pm there), he just happened to be walking out a line (in search of the two guys that had been sent to do it earlier that morning) and found a random spot higher up with a small signal and took the opportunity to call me. If those two guys hadn’t had trouble, he wouldn’t have been looking for them, and he probably wouldn’t have called until that evening. Once again, there was God. Always there with a bigger plan than what we could immediately see. I told him what was going on, still not sure if he would have any way of getting home. His company was short on trucks in the area, so I knew he couldn’t just drive one home. He didn’t hesitate, “I’m coming home. Let me work on it and call you back.” That was the longest afternoon and evening ever. He was in rural West Virgina. Everything there was closed on Saturday. No one was answering the phones at the small airport an hour away from him. The one car rental business in the nearest town closed at noon, an hour before I had talked to him. I was praying fervently and very anxious. Finally, at almost 10 pm, he was able to reserve a rental car online. It was 2 hours away from him. It was 12 hours from home, and he couldn’t pick up the car until 10 am the next morning. I could hardly sleep that night. I laid awake for hours praying.


Hold on sweet baby. Daddy’s on his way.


39 weeks

This was the last belly picture taken. I believe it was taken the Friday before he left. 


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storm calls at 40 weeks pregnant: hazard of being a linewife

Edit: This is part 2. To start at the beginning, CLICK HERE.

October 28, 2012
The call. That dreaded storm call. Every lineman’s wife cringes when the phone rings and there is a major storm brewing somewhere. We all know what it means – days, nights, weeks, or more, will be spent alone, worrying about our husbands and trying to carry on the day-to-day stuff by ourselves, as if nothing is wrong at all. We juggle jobs, kids, grocery shopping, family events, and whatever else life throws at us, all while continuously praying for our husband’s safe return. (And trying to avoid reading the stupid comments on the Facebook pages of electric providers while checking for updates.) This call was different though. I was almost 40 weeks pregnant with our third child, and the storm brewing was a combination of a two different storm systems colliding on the East Coast – Hurricane Sandy. She would later be nicknamed Frankenstorm.  We both knew the ramifications of a storm like Sandy could take him away for weeks. Weeks that we could not afford to go without a paycheck with a third baby joining our family. We had been discussing it since Friday and had decided he had to go. Friday had been our warning. It had given us a chance to prepare ourselves a little and realign our weekend so that we could spend as much time together with our boys as possible.

Rewind to the previous Friday morning, October 26, we were told he would be leaving Saturday morning more than likely. At first, I accepted the news well. I was probably in denial more than anything. I knew though, that he had to go, and whining wouldn’t change that. We decided to head into town to pay some bills and go by the courthouse for early voting. We stopped at the end of our driveway to check the mail, just as we do nearly every Friday. Inside was an envelope with no return address. I assumed it was a card for our little one’s impending arrival. However, inside I found a prayer written by an anonymous friend. To this day, I don’t know who wrote it. I have a few suspicions, but it doesn’t really matter. I just hope that sweet friend reads this and knows that we had to stop the car and hold one another and cry over it. It could not have been better timing. It assured me that someone wasn’t just giving a comforting answer of “I’m praying,” but was genuinely invested in our family and cared enough to let us know this, but at the same time this person was so humble as to want to take no credit for it. When they put that prayer into the mail, they had no way of knowing exactly what God had planned or how it would be used to comfort us that day. Hopefully that sweet friend is reading this though, and knows how much I appreciate their kind words. I keep that envelope tucked away and still read it from time to time.

Well, Saturday came and went with no call. We started to relax a bit, but were also trying to prepare ourselves. Then Sunday rolled around. We skipped church to be together at home, knowing he could be gone for a while. The call finally came that afternoon. He would be leaving from their usual hotel the next morning. That was absolutely the hardest goodbye ever.  God must have carried him out that door because I know he wouldn’t have been able to leave any other way.

The next few days passed in a fog. The boys were wilder than usual, I was more exhausted than usual, and I was mostly numb. People would ask what we were going to do, and I would shrug, and say, “We’ll just wing it.” I found myself saying over and over,”It’s just part of the package.” “It comes with the territory.” I knew when I married him this situation was a possibility, but every linewife prays it never happens to her!

But I felt loved. Loved by friends. Loved by family. Loved by church family. Loved by strangers. Texts, Facebook messages, hot meals, frozen meals, and offers to babysit poured in. (I know people thought I was crazy, wanting to keep my two wild toddlers at home all time, being so exhausted, but I couldn’t hardly let them out of my sight. They kept me from falling apart.) I was so amazed though, at all the prayers and kindness from everyone.  I am so thankful for every person that took the time to check on the boys and me, ask how Steven was, or pray for us. I’m pretty sure all the prayers are what kept me from going crazy. I assured Steven that even if he didn’t make it home in time, we would be well cared for, and he didn’t need to worry. I felt God’s arms around my family like never before. In those moments where I wasn’t numb, I was at peace. Being at peace with a situation I had no control over was definitely God’s doing! I can be a bit dramatic when things get hectic, so for me to be at peace with it was strange.
Throughout that week, Isaiah 43:19 played in my head, over and over.
“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and springs in the wasteland.”

On Wednesday night I took the boys trick or treating with my parents, yet another holiday (Ok, maybe it’s not really a holiday, but it’s a fun tradition for us.) without Daddy. It was fun, but bittersweet.

Ok, maybe it wasn’t ALL fun. 🙂


I still had no idea how it would all turn out, but I saw God’s hands at work.



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Take delight in the Lord…


Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4

 (Note: this is Part One of a multiple post story. Part two is linked at the bottom.) 

Above is one of three verses I have held in my heart for the past year, reminding myself that I am a child of God, and He has great plans for my family.

It’s going to take me a while to tell this story in its entirety. I’m having trouble finding the right words for some reason. I’ve tried several times to sit down and type it out, but the words just never came to me. It’s already a long story, and God keeps showing me that it isn’t over yet; he has more to show me, more to do. I am really excited to see how it all turns out. While it hasn’t been an easy journey, I know His hand is over it all. I have seen so many mountains moved and details arranged over the last few months; I am in awe. I’m not just writing this for myself, but I truly can’t wait to share this story and all the wonderful things He has done for our family this year. It’s been chaotic and amazing at the same time. At every turn there seemed to be another roadblock, but God took care of each and every one. I have said this before, but when I chose joy as my word for this year, I really had no idea. No idea that now I would be writing all of this with a sweet baby girl asleep in a bouncy seat next to me. No idea I’d become an aunt again in 2013. No idea I’d make new friends that I will certainly cherish for a lifetime. No idea I’d be in a new town less than a year later. No idea I’d be waiting on my husband to come home at 5:00 so we could take the kids to the park in the middle of the week.


One morning, as I sat on my couch, my bible across my lap, I found these words in Psalm:


You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent. Lord my God, I will praise you forever. (Psalm 30: 11-12)


As I read those words, God spoke a promise into my heart – a promise that He knew the desires of my heart and they would be given to me so that I could proclaim this verse as part of my story. For 4 years I had been praying for my husband to get a job that would allow him to be home every night, without giving up the career that he loves. My husband started doing linework in 2006, and I knew right away it was his calling. It’s in his blood. He eats, sleeps, and breathes linework. However, it has also kept him on the road for days and sometimes weeks at a time. It’s hard saying goodbye to your husband week after week, knowing he’s leaving home to work a dangerous job and go “home” to an empty hotel room every night. It’s even harder to watch him say goodbye to his quickly growing little boys that miss their daddy and don’t understand why he is leaving or when he is coming back. I always knew God heard my prayers, and I felt that it was a matter of waiting for His timing (Oh how I wished it was on MY timing!), but sometimes doubt would creep in and make me wonder if the answer was simply no. That day God spoke to me though, and I knew the answer was yes.  I clung to that verse for the rest of the year. Later I also came across Isaiah 43:19, “See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and springs in the wasteland.”  I wasn’t sure how or when it would all play out, but when things weren’t going as I had hoped or planned, God reminded me through that verse that it would all be for His glory in the end. And it truly has.



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