In Everthing Have Gratitude

What a cliché thought “be thankful in all things.” It was cliché until I actually gave it a whirl. Funny thing is, peace followed it. I don’t know why and I don’t know how but giving thanks breeds peace and contentment. I am not sure about you but my pretty little soul craves some Earth shattering peace every now and then. To obtain the peace, I give thanks and for a moment all is well with my soul. Have a happy week filled with gratitude, my sweet readers!  

Cheers, Dez

Truths Discovered on My Journey to the Mommy Club


Saturday night finds us posted up in our usual spot at church. The church is full. The message? A message on truth. Fancy that. The reason we showed up here tonight was because we (rather, I) needed a little unwavering truth in my life. Summer has been busy and football Saturday’s sometimes pull us away from being at church. We catch up with the messages that we stream online but sometimes your soul just needs to be here.

The lights dim, the band begins, my eyes see the words but my heart isn’t in this tonight and I can’t bring myself to move my lips to the words. I listen. I feel the words permeate the hurt. I wait for the hurt to lift… And it doesn’t. If anything it gets worse because now I am beating myself up for being ungrateful. I have a beautiful life. I have more love around me than I know what to do with most days. I have a great job, I am healthy, I have family and friends that are amazing… But this sadness is nagging at me. The music ends and as if on cue a baby cries from somewhere over my right shoulder. My heart aches to be able to comfort a baby. An adorable little human to call our own.

God, I’m really mad at you. God, I don’t agree with your will right now. God, I have a plan. I feel like you’ve turned your back on me, God. Do you even love me, God?

Our pastor comes up to deliver a message on truth.

He covers the History of the Bible to make sure we get the undeniable validity and truth of the book. And then…

“You’re here tonight for something.”

“You’re looking for something and it’s in here!” As he raises his bible.

Ok, you have my attention, God.

Our pastor read Romans 12:2 “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is – His good, pleasing and perfect will.”

His good, pleasing and perfect will… I’m listening, God.

“Be conformed by the world or be transformed by the word. God uses the word to change the way we think.”

So what am I supposed to do?

“Read it.”

That’s it, God? That’s all you have for me? I am going through the most difficult time in my life and your advice to me is to read the bible!?

Is this a joke!?

“Read it.”

The pastor finishes his message and the band plays.

How great is our God,

Sing with me how great is our God,

And all will see how great,

How great is our God.

Not gunna lie, I grumbled… All the way home.

I sat on the couch next to Hubbz and I opened the Book of Truth.

Alright God… I’m reading.

I flip to Romans because it’s heavy and right now, I need heavy. I need some solid truths to snap me out of this doubt and sadness that’s literally tearing me apart.

God leads with Romans 8:18 “I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed to us.”

My ears have perked up, God… Where are you going with this?

Romans 8:28 “And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.”

So let me process this here… I love God. And since this book is my Truth then that means God will work all things for good.

All things? ALL THINGS.

Even sad things? ALL THINGS.

Even the hard things? ALL THINGS.

Even infertility things? ALL. THINGS.

In that moment I looked up, tears streaming down my cheeks, the truth permeating deep into my soul. I don’t know if we will ever have a baby or not but I do know we serve a God who works all things for the good of those who love him. Regardless of the outcome, it will be good.

I look over at my now sleeping husband and our pup asleep on his chest.

A peace has began to replace the sadness.

The ache in my heart isn’t gone but it has began to subside.

In this moment I imagine God giving me a wink and saying “I got you.”

I take a deep breath, one that fills my belly.

I exhale and as if on cue, the words fill my brain…

How great is our God,

Sing with me how great is our God,

And all will see how great,

How great is our God.

CheersDez cursiveslope

Wine Weekend 6… A Grape-Smashing Success

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Another Wine Weekend is in the books… That’s 6 years of crazy amazing memories. More laughs than we can handle. More wine than one should probably ever consume in a weekend.

Wine Weekend is something my brother began six years ago- To read more, click here.

every bottle

CheersDez cursiveslope

An Open Letter to Spartan Nation

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Dear Spartan Nation,

It’s been a long journey to get where we are today. As the seconds ticked off the clock in East Lansing Saturday night I stood soaking in the energy that vibrated through Spartan Stadium and I pondered if this could be one of the best moments. To grasp the magnitude of this statement, I think you must know that to date, one of the best moments for me was standing in the Rose Bowl next to my husband and good friends when our Spartans made dreams come true and won the 100th Rose Bowl. Saturday night may have topped that… It at least tied it. To some of you that may be a really weird statement Rose Bowl win vs. Regular Season win… Does this chick know what she’s talking about?! Go home Sparty Girl, you’re drunk. Not in the least my friends, so stroll with me down this storyline.

When I was an undergrad at MSU it was during the Bobby Williams and John L. Smith eras. If you remember these days, you know that football season hurt my pretty Spartan green heart more than it made it happy. Our program had a lack of luster, and there was definitely no shimmering coming from our trophy cases in those day. It was a rough game most weekends and we were the punchline to many jokes. We were far from anyone’s list of championship teams.

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From the moment he stepped on campus our program began to transform. Over time we started to gain a confidence in who we were and what our teams could do on the football field. We became confident in our abilities, confident of what we could achieve, confident in the future of the program. I watched as we climbed the rankings by reaching higher and proudly beamed as we attained more bowl victories. In that same breath, I stay humble in who we are as Spartans and I know that hard work, tenacity and solid ethic are the only things that will get the job done. Coach has built a foundation at MSU that he and our teams have built on year after year. A program has been built in East Lansing that has made us proud to be Spartans. We hold our head high with a confidence that We. Are. Spartans. There isn’t a pretentious arrogance in that statement but a bold fact that Spartans Will. A promise of what you can expect from the Spartans of Michigan State University.

Playing on a national stage in games that make a statement. That’s where we are these days, Spartan Faithful. As I walked out of Spartan Stadium Saturday night with Hubbz, among a throng of Spartans, a realization hit me. Our program has reached heights that we have always dreamed of. The hard work is paying off inch by inch, play by play, win by win. Beating Oregon tops the list. It’s been a long journey and it is far from over but college football nation is taking notice that we are a program that isn’t going away anytime soon. Coach Dantonio so eloquently stated it already, “This is the place to be”. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else these days, Coach, and for that I thank you.

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Be proud Spartan Nation. Michigan State University is the place to be.

CheersDez cursiveslope

Remembering 9/11


The day that will always be remembered as 9/11 hits just a little too close to home. In liu of a blog post, I offer a throwback… Because sometimes the things said in the original form convey the most depth.

I will never, ever forget.

CLICK HERE for Remembering 9/11


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