The Gift

A Sacred Moment with my family:

My incredible husband teamed up with a legendary artist and friend to create a family heirloom that I will cherish for all of my days! I cried the ugly cry and Lord know we needed this bonding time!

Being in a family is not always easy! Sometimes it dark and difficult to traverse the path under our feet. 2020 proved to be especially difficult on so many families and our family was no exception. It’s hard but sometimes it is bright and full of pleasant twists, turns, and surprises but the unknown often leaves us to wonder if we are aimless in our pursuit of LIFE. Can this journey make sense?

Today, this chapter of our lives made sense. Pieces to our LIFE puzzle were perfectly placed in the snug spot they were designed to fit! My husband wrote the most amazing words that encompassed every person in our family except himself. We will write his after some time to contemplate the words!

First, he had us select favorite colors a few months ago and explain why we love them. I had almost forgotten until our 15 year old Emma brought it up while trying to figure out what dad was doing for us for Christmas. I chose the color yellow because it is a warm happy color full of smiles and sunshine. My nickname in school was sunshine! Abby picked Red because it was fierce! Emma picked grey because of the clouds in the sky! She loves thunderstorms and rain! Molly picked silver and gold because they glitter and Willow picked Pink and Purple because what five year old little girlie girl wouldn’t!

This gift was wrapped and next to it were six frames. One frame was empty and the others had five names and explanations carefully placed inside of them. We looked around as we entered the room and eagerly waited for danny to tell us what to do next.

He opened the moment with a beautiful kind word of encouragement about how our family was divinely placed together for a reason. He talked about how, while we are all independent humans, we all intertwine and form who we are and blend together in a way that cannot be separated from now into eternity. 😭❤️

Raw with emotion and nervous anticipation, he then unveiled the most beautiful custom design that he and Patrick Messersmith created just for our family! He took time to explain each color and aspect of the painting. He then played a recording by Ted Presley of the words written below. 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

This is hands down the most meaningful moment of our lives. Notice the white running through the center, that represents the divine! Notice the white cuts through like a hand running through each side and almost forms an abstract heart just as you would if you hold each hand in the shape of a half heart! Notice the dove shape in heart form as well! Notice the E in the center for Ellison! Notice each color beautifully placed and intertwined! Notice the red and grey emerging into their own just as our teenagers are emerging into their own adventures! Notice the circles (circles represent never ending)! Notice the yellow and blue still surrounding the pinks and golds! They are not ready to emerge yet! 😭😭😭❤️❤️! It’s perfect! It’s so perfect! Thank you Danny and Patrick and Ted for working so hard to make this life encompassing treasure for this momma to enjoy all the days of my life!

THE MEANING OF THE COLORS:

Stephanie, you are yellow.

As the sun radiates its brightest light on the earth, you reveal all things good within us. Your loving care brings light to our family, exposing and encouraging in us the virtuous and delightful. Like the sun, you burn brilliantly, constantly. Like clockwork, you rise and then you set. In your rising, you cast light on us, teaching us how to love one another. In your setting you radiate light to others, extending compassion far beyond our own tribe.

Then, you always return, faithfully, sometimes just when the night is coldest, bringing warmth as you rise once more.  

As the sun pulls at the planets, you tug on our hearts. As gravity attracts celestial bodies, you hold us together and remind us of our purpose, why we should strive to be true to each other. As gravity establishes pathways for the planets, you allow us just enough room to be free, but hold us just close enough to ensure we do not float aimlessly away.

Yellow is compassion. Yellow is sunshine. Yellow symbolizes you.

Abby, you are red.

As the fiery flame glows red in your eyes, you burn continually on the fuel of grand adventure. You find yourself on the precipice of a new journey, one that belongs solely to you.

You have a love for the stars. As in astronomy, light from stars either presents to us from the red spectrum of light or from the blue spectrum. The red-shift tells us the star is moving away. The blue-shift tells us the star is moving closer.

Abby, you are at a place in life where you are red-shifting away from the days of your childhood, quickly. This is as it should be. You constantly chase after your destiny. We see you, in your glorious shades of red, reaching toward your future. Your family believes in you. You cause your family to swell with pride of you. Your family looks forward to the stories you will tell about your red adventures.

Perhaps someday, years from now, you will occasionally return to us in reminiscent blue, changed by your life experiences, just as Bilbo was changed by his great adventure. We will sit in that fleeting moment, captivated by the story of you.

Then, I imagine, we will see that familiar red flame flare once more in your eyes as you lean into yet another adventure, one we will look forward to hearing about on your next blue return.

Red is diligent. Red is intense. Red symbolizes you.

Emma, you are grey.

As the rainclouds hold life-giving water for the earth, deciding when and where it will gently fall, you hold our memories deep, waiting for just the right moments to release their sentiment upon our family.

A quiet observer, you take pleasure in solitude, happiest when, in your private space, you reflect on your life experiences, secretly taking in the moments happening all around you, for the posterity of our family, your family. The depths of your thoughts will grow exponentially along with your years.

Grey. Infinite blends of variety exist between black and white. Grey makes room for the subtleties in life, those wandering truths which can elude most people. We appreciate those truths best through a lens of interpretive flexibility, not rigid or static conclusions.

You best express yourself, Emma, through the medium of humor. Your grey understanding of the world allows you to masterfully help others see the comedy, the absurdities, happening all around us, wherever we may go. Your grey also permits you to accept others just as they are, without requiring revision in exchange for your acceptance.

Grey is depth. Grey is wisdom. Grey symbolizes you.

Molly, you are gold.

Your worth reaches beyond understanding. Your value stretches farther than treasured and rare.

As gold has forever represented a standard for wealth and prosperity, you approach life with a high standard, determined to get all you can out of this opportunity you received.

Like gold, you will make a huge impact on the world around you. The drive found within you remains different from others, set apart, sacred, holy. Your shining, metallic, golden hue reminds us that we must allow you to rise to that which you have been called, buttressing your efforts along the way, leading you from behind for this brief period of time, knowing you will soon go further than we have ever aspired to go ourselves. You will live fuller. Laugh harder. Love longer.

You dream in colors of gold and silver, sparkling and other-worldly, hopeful, euphoric. This is the kind of world you endeavor to invent for all humanity to enjoy, beginning with your family, and reaching out across the vast sea of humanity, a humanity that reaches desperately for the hope which resides within you.

You possess a drive in your inner being as strong as diamagnetism. Where others may be drawn by magnetic forces to see the world in a myopic way, you resist this force. You gently pull away from outside forces, staying true to the direction you intend to go, uninfluenced, unaffected. You forge a new way.

Gold is power. Gold is precious. Gold symbolizes to you.

Willow, you are pink.

You demonstrate gracious empathy, endless imagination and surprising fierceness.

Through your boundless consideration of other’s feelings, you offer the simplest of gifts, rich with meaning, like a ubiquitous leaf, pink in hue and fallen from an autumn oak. You used one to express your gratitude for pausing during our walk in your moment of pain brought on by a sticker in a shoe!

Willow, you seem magical, mystical, veiled in the fleetingly esoteric concealments of childhood, like a vignette in shades of pink and purple. You take pleasure in play, alone with your imagination. In these moments the pink world comes to life around you and invites you to become its One True Queen, a moment animated by your beautiful child-like spirit. This capacity for fantasy will always remain a unique part of you, no matter how old you are, no matter where life takes you.

You ferociously guard yourself from negativity, defending yourself from that which threatens to change your paradigm of wonder to a lesser form of human experience. Resisting that which says pinks eventually must give way to duller palettes. I pray you never let your guard down. Protect that which belongs to you. Promote your pink authenticity in a world of dull ambivalence.

Pink is perfect. Pink is pure. Pink symbolizes you.

Danny, you are Blue…

To be continued!

2021 New Year, New Words

Instead of resolutions I tend to focus on words for the New Year. I decided 2021 needed several words and I wanted to share a few of mine with you. I would love to hear what yours are.

GRATEFUL: This year I want to focus on what I am grateful for. It is way too easy to focus on the things that are hard or lacking in life but I need to continue to see my glass as half full.

GRIT: I had grit as a kid while traversing through adversity but as I have grown older at times it seems that I may have left grit in my past. I want to dig a little deeper with that word and apply its meaning again. According to Caren Baruch-Feldman, PhD, Having grit means having passion and perseverance for long-term and meaningful goals. It is the ability to persist in something you feel passionate about and persevere when you face obstacles. This kind of passion is not about intense emotions or infatuation.

KINDNESS: I love being kind but I also love searching for kindness in the world. I want to seek out more kindness and highlight it here throughout the year. We could all use stories of kindness. Oh and while we are at it I want to practice being more kind to other humans, especially those around me.

SELF-CARE: This is so very important and one of my coaches D-Grant has shared beautifully the importance of this aspect of my life. It is so very important and not as selfish as I thought before working with him. I would love it if you all would take time to practice self-care with me this year! Share stories of how you are taking care of yourself!

PERSPECTIVE: It would be easy for me to only see my point of view but…my precious other half has taught me about being able to see the perspectives of those around me. In doing this I will be listening more and talking less. I want to not just share my own perspective but truly see those around me. We are blessed to be a melting pot of culture and beliefs! It is an honor to share the planet with others who are so drastically different but so profoundly beautiful.

LOVE: This is a vital part of my life. I want to love others better. I want to give 7-9 hugs a day to my children and husband and I want to sit with the broken hearted and listen as they cry and probably cry with them. I want to share life and grace with others and help other feel loved. Love can be felt in the simplest of ways even if I only pass by other souls and share a smile and a wink! I love people. I want to be better at the whole love thing!

What are your words this year? Do any of these resonate with you?

Love- Stephanie Ellison

Happy Birthday Bubba Miss you!

TRIGGER WARNING

Today is my brother’s birthday. He was born in 1983 and lived until 2020. He was born during an ice storm at home because the ambulance couldn’t get to them in time. He was beautiful and full of life. He had ADHD so his attention was shared with the world spontaneously. He was messy and beautifully unorganized and his gifts were found in music, creative carpentry, and making people laugh. Goodness, he could sing and his voice sounded like Randy Travis. I so wish I had a recording of him singing to share with you today!

In honor of my brother, I have a few things I would like to ask. Pick one or all, I do not care, I would love to see sibling love today!

♥️If you have a brother could you do me a favor and call them today just to say I love you…even if you have been fighting…even if you haven’t been close lately. Do not let another day go by without saying I love you. (one day you may not have them) Share it with me if you feel lead. Be silly or sweet or both! JUST CONNECT!

♥️Comment with a picture of your sibling!

♥️If your sibling has passed away, tell me about them! Share anything you want!

♥️If you are a parent, tell me your favorite sibling story about your children! Make me laugh, cry, or both!

❤️Go look at the bright star tonight and remember to look for light in the world rather than focusing on the darkness.

Losing Shawn in March was a nightmare. Celebrating his life today feels bittersweet. Life just isn’t fair and although I know this I cannot help but feel the pain of today.

I decided after Shawn died this year that I wanted to include both him and Daniel in my Children’s book. In my moments of self-loathing, I have said, why? How did lightning strike twice and how in the world did I lose both of my brothers tragically? Why??? I may never get an answer on this side of heaven but I can choose to keep their memory alive in the life that I have left on earth.

I was not planning to share this with the world but I have decided to share it today in honor of him. I am sharing one of the pictures from my children’s book with you. This is a picture of both of my brothers at the zoo. I am happy when I imagine them together. My oldest brother Daniel is holding Shawn on his shoulders. Daniel was like a dad to us since our dad was incarcerated for most of our lives. The elephant is symbolic for “the elephant never forgets” just as I will never forget them. There is a little heart on the fence and that represents love is always around and although it is not always felt in moments of great inner turmoil, there is always someone who loves you even in your darkest times.

Daniel died in 2006 by suicide. Shawn tragically died in March while battling addiction. I hate that they are gone and I miss them terribly. Today, I want YOU to know that you are not alone. If you struggle with depression or mental illness please get help. There is no shame in reaching out. NONE! Do not try to numb the pain with drugs or alcohol. I have the suicide hotline in my phone for those dark moments of my life when I feel isolated or alone and I am not ashamed. Here add this to yours and share as needed for you or for others 800-273-8255. I see a counselor and I am not ashamed. I used to be embarrassed but I am not anymore! There is no discrimination when discussing mental illness, it can hit us all. We could ALL use mental health days and practice self-care. Take care of yourself and your babies. Reach out to your siblings and make sure they are okay.

Happy Birthday, Shawn! I pray this post honors you and Daniel. I love you and miss you. I will be out looking at the bright star tonight and hope to see the beautiful light in the darkness.

In honor of my brother’s birthday, I have added my book to Amazon Kindle and TODAY is the release date. I am sharing your face with the world today in hopes that people would bond with those they love and nurture the greatness in them.

The Angel Tree

When I was seven years old and my brother was eight we were in and out of foster care often and that year was no different. That year my birth mother had just overcome her addiction for a brief time and settled into an apartment, after being homeless. She got us back just before Christmas. That Christmas my brother Shawn and I were so excited because we had a home (little apartment) with our mom, we had food and clothes on our backs. We had so much to celebrate and be thankful for. We wanted to decorate for Christmas but mom couldn’t afford it at the time and our biological father was incarcerated leaving the financial support to the government, outsiders, and a single mom who held a job at a local waffle house.

The night of Christmas Eve my brother and I sat together on a little balcony from the second-floor apartment talking together about Santa, his reindeer, and elves. We wondered how in the world this jolly bearded friend in a red suit would find us in this new place without a chimney or tree or lights. We were sad but there is something about being little and believing in the magic of Christmas that invaded our moment of doubt and created a sense of hopeful wonder. We must have asked our mother 10,000 questions that night before bed. She must have known what was around the corner because she was not sad, but we sure didn’t have a clue. We left out milk but didn’t have cookies. We sat the little cup of milk next to our Christmas wish list on the old scratched up, brown table with a broken chair.

My brother and I shared a bed and that night just before we fell asleep he wrapped his arms around me and said he loved me. He said no matter what, we have each other for Christmas and we have momma now too. I was content with that as we fell asleep.

The next day we woke up and rubbed our eyes. We both slid out of our bed and walked past mommas room. She was still asleep. We tiptoed into what looked like a winter wonderland. As we stood at the end of the hallway I could see the lights. I couldn’t believe it! A REAL Christmas tree was set up with colorful lights and a beautiful angel was on top! I still feel the warmth and excitement that I felt that day just thinking about it! We both screamed with excitement! That tree was so beautiful that Shawn and I thought it would be a good idea to drag it down the hallway to show our mom. We began to drag it but we didn’t think about a few things first! The hallway was curved and I don’t know if you know this but Christmas trees don’t bend well around a tight corner sooo… It got stuck at the bend and we also got pine needles everywhere! Mom woke up to our panic and asked what we were doing. “We wanted to show you our tree momma”! We may not have been the brightest but that tree sure was. 😂. Momma helped us put it back and we begged her to let us open the gifts. She took forever to make her morning cup of coffee and finally it was time. I opened the first gift and it was a beautiful outfit with fun bright patterns! Oh, how amazing it was to have something new! Shawn got an outfit too and it was blue and handsome! The next gift was the most beautiful quilt for our bed! ❤️. Momma handed us the last two presents and we opened them with excitement. I got a Walkman! A real Walkman tape player! I was so excited to listen to my first cassette tape, Reba! My final gift is one that has inspired me throughout the years. I got my first film camera.

When I was seven years old a person that I didn’t know gave me a camera. Years later I became a photographer. Photography has been a means for me to grieve loss, process pain, and celebrate with others. I am so thankful for that camera! I am so thankful for those gifts. Momma told us that we were placed on an angel tree and nice people gave us gifts just in case Santa couldn’t find us. They also gave us the magic of the tree and lights! It was all so very magical!

I would love to encourage you this holiday season, if you have an opportunity to bless a child or family, please remember that a little goes a long way. Children who have lived in poverty or have been homeless often times really are so so very grateful for the new clothing, shoes, and blankets. They really are excited to receive just one or two toys! If you can, grab an angel form at a local store and and make this Christmas special for them. Look for children in your communities to bless. I thought by sharing my story maybe I could encourage you to help so many feel the warmth of Christmas during their hard seasons!

If this has happened for you, now is your time to pay it forward or share the impact moments like this have made in your life to maybe encourage someone else to extend a helping hand.

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Give up! NO! Wait! Don’t! Don’t give up!

To say that life has been a very difficult pathway into the unknown would be an understatement! It is no secret that marriage allows another to see the absolute best and the utter worst in a person. You get to choose what you hold on to.

Part 1: To the step families:

Being a step mom has probably been my most difficult task as a mom because I am not any different than most women and struggle to have control of my own life or family, and a word of wisdom here…not only can you not control others, but you also don’t have control of what happens at the other families house and you need to be okay with that much sooner than I was! Thankfully our situation between households is not a nightmare and we are all friends.

I have learned that my Ugly comes out when I feel out of control! Now, many may read that and decide to draw the wart on my nose, paint my face green and give me a hat a broom and I can assure you I will admit that I have probably deserved that at times over the years (just ask Danny)! 😂 It takes time to figure out how to navigate each chapter, stage, or phase of this journey and I would be lying if I didn’t tell you I have been ugly at times! Why am I admitting this publicly? I am glad you asked. Being a step parent can be a lonely place. I want others to know they are not alone.

When I married my husband we knew it wouldn’t be easy but we decided to stick it out during the ugly times and the good times and man am I glad we have made it this far (knock on wood) 😂🤣. We had many times we didn’t think we could make it over the mountain we were facing!

Part 2: to the blended families
So! There was a moment when we didn’t think we would have our own children together! To our surprise, five years into our marriage we found out we were expecting a little blessing! My heart was filled with joy and fear simultaneously. I wanted to be a mom but felt so scared that I would fail. Little did I know, many women feel this way (they all look so confident and put together in social media). This is why I am writing you today!

Being afraid of failing is what caused more control issues for me (cue the dramatic music). Ugh! We welcomed Molly and then welcomed out little Willow and she completed our little family of six! Four girls! Oh MY GOSH they were perfect little hurricanes and tornadoes all wrapped up into four little bodies! Things were (OUT OF CONTROL)

Diapers, breast feeding, vomit, potty training, crying, screaming, sickness, back and forth changes and adjustments with the older two, sleepless nights, boo boos, fighting, more crying, cooking, cleaning, more poop, changing plans 400 times and did I say sleepless nights? Add debt, a mortgage, bills bills bills, a small business and very little date nights and you have a disaster waiting to happen!

Part 3: what happened to us?
With the whirlwind of kids, lack of sleep and lack of control Danny and I had drifted further and further apart. 😢 We had many close calls regarding the D word.

We did a few crazy things but the craziest by far is the tiny house! We lived in a sweet little four bedroom two bath home that we loved but honestly if one thing went wrong financially we would sink! That feeling as if you are holding on my a thread is a real feeling and it is horrifying.

So we did the next logical thing and bought a canoe on a credit card because we couldn’t afford one! We took our children to the Abilene state park for a camping trip in a tent and a few lake trips with our canoe! We had the best time EVER! I felt so much peace briefly! So did our family. Listening to natures sounds of crickets and locusts and enjoying the peaceful trickling sound of the water hitting the boat. It was bliss.

When we returned home we continued to be in chaos and were frustrated at the way life was! We had seen the good and our compass was that weekend trip with the six of us! There is something about nature that makes you feel at home even if you are a city girl!

Long story short, that trip was the defining moment in our tiny living adventure! We made a decision to get out of debt and to start over somehow…we didn’t have it all figured out, we just knew something had to change!

Part 4: tiny living saved us and destroyed us 😉

This makes sense right? Let’s take all of the family (tornadoes mind you) and move from our four bedroom into a one room, 290 square feet tiny house! Brilliant! 😂 actually it really is laughably brilliant for us! Here we are four years later and we have a three bedroom home that we built with our hands! Our families helped us survive this transition and to them we owe so much! We are slowly working our way towards debt freedom (we have a ways to go)! We promised to buy (paid for cars) meaning cars that we could afford and not have to pay monthly payments for! We have a budget. We have money set aside to take our family on a trip when the world opens back up! We have a retirement plan started! We are so proud of where we are now because we were not headed here at first.

Here is the deal. Sometimes we want fancy cars, sometimes we want a bigger house or at least a second bathroom (4 girls) but we are okay with this life when we weigh the cost. I don’t just mean the finances, I mean the cost of us! We will not be the type of people that work so much that we Never see our family. I don’t get to host big gatherings at my house…but I wouldn’t be that type of woman anyways! I don’t do the hospitality thing (too much for me). But, if you need a place to go read a book, have a cup of tea, talk about life, or just be, you are welcome to come visit me! ❤️.

Part 5: gratitude
What a whirlwind it has been with my man. I am so glad we didn’t give up! I am so glad we spent time thinking and talking through the hard stuff! I am so glad we aren’t perfect. I am so happy we have one another.

The real reason I am writing this isn’t just for the parenting, step parenting, marriage, finances, highlight on the bad. The reason I am writing this is because I want you, whoever needs it, to know that we have been through so much and are here. Still making it work.

When you look at your life I want you to focus not on any of the things above. Focus on your successes together. During the moments of hurricanes and tornadoes there were giggles, snuggles, kisses, prayers and hugs. We had bubbles, zoo trips, sidewalk chalk, and flowers. We also had one another, intimacy, dances in the living room, food fights, baking contests, fishing trips, laughter, bedtime stories, music, more dancing and silly times!

Our glass is half full! We are full! I am thankful for this man because he has given me time to overcome issues with control, trauma, grief and much more! He has given love. We are more in love now and giving up when our children were so little and life was so crazy would have been a mistake on our part. Don’t give up! Don’t give up! Keep fighting! It can get better. You may need to make sacrifices but it is worth it!

#alwaysforever

Thanksgiving Hope

I spent time writing each of my 15 students little notes before the Thanksgiving break. I also attached a piece of candy to the pretty blue envelopes. After leaving the notes on their desks for them I prayed for each of them.

My hand hurt when I had finished writing. I remember those moments that my teachers wrote me letters or little sticky notes with encouragement. I still have some of them. These letters I wrote for each of my students may not be much but my hope is they know that I will be thinking of them. I don’t know what life looks like for them when they leave my class but I do know that I pray for peace where there may not be any, hope during moments of hopelessness, and for love to fill any void.

I also pray for their families to be filled with gratitude, grace, hope, and joy during this time.

I am grateful for this break with my family but as I look at this photo of this empty seat, I know that not every family welcomes this time. Some have stressors especially during times of trial that may block their ability to enjoy the season. My hope is that restoration can begin in the lives of those who need it. Restoration entered my life when gratitude filled my heart. May we all receive a heart of gratitude during this season.

If you are wanting to add something to your prayer list please pray for the amazing students of AISD!

alwaysforever #love #gratitude

Simple

Simple. Live simple. Enjoy simple.

This message is for anyone and everyone but especially for those who are in a season of feeling financial struggles, illness, and even grief.

I know we are all different and some people can GO ALL OUT on the holidays and that is part of what makes it magical so please hear me when I say, if you can, go for it! Create magic for all to enjoy! Shamelessly light up the windows and amazing yards! Hang the gold, red, and green everywhere! We love driving around and looking at lights! It brings us so much joy!

My husband and I live in a “tiny house” with our amazing daughters! We cannot and quite honestly do not want big extravagant spaces filled with decorations in every single corner simply because it’s small! We could care less about impressing our children or others with a lifestyle of material goods, not that materials are bad but we have learned to live with what we need and be okay if we don’t have all of the wants. I do remember a time when I did care. We have had moments where we compared our lives to others and tried to keep up with newer cars and bigger houses. We almost walked into that trap but we are so very glad we walked away from it instead.

Several years ago we went camping and decided after that day to shift directions and move towards simplicity and adventures with our family. This journey hasn’t been easy but it has been worth it! We have sown seeds and waited. We have continued to work and had moments of error. We have learned valuable lessons and have hoped for good to come from the mistakes. We have dreamed together, fought together, journeyed together, laughed and cried together, and most importantly we have built together!

Holidays can make some feel less than enough due to many factors. If you are in that season I want to encourage you to enjoy what you have, be thankful for your blessings right in front of you. Be okay with the small tree, little stockings, quality time and abundance of love surrounding you. Friends, you don’t need my permission but if it helps, just be. Be present! Be love! Be kind! Be thankful! Be you! Be! Here is our tree in our tiny house with our tiniest daughter adding the star! ❤️ let us celebrate the tiny things this year!

#simply2020 #Holidays #alwaysforever

Deleting Facebook? Not Jumping on the Bandwagon. Why?

Grab a drink and get cozy for a second. At the end of this I hope we can toast our coffee or beer and agree or even agree to disagree.

The past few years, social media and I have had a love hate relationship. I absolutely love connecting with others and seeing the changes in their lives every year. I love laughing and crying with people from all over the world! I love being able to share encouragement with people that I care about including family, friends, and strangers. Just like anything controversial, I have also begun to hate certain aspects of this powerful tool. I made a decision a few years ago to post things that would lift people up. I made a decision to post only things that would help people see the good in the world. I decided to use my small personal platform to help others grow for the better if they desire to do so. I use it to share my story of hope. Deleting it is not the answer for me for several reasons. I will share a few and although I have made changes to make Facebook less accessible for myself, I will keep using it as a tool to share life, the happy, sad, bitter and sweet moments of life.

First, let me explain that I want to be surrounded by people with differing opinions and beliefs than what I have. This is the main reason I will not be deleting. I believe that many people are jumping on the bandwagon of deleting because they don’t like the political temperature or because of the negative posts from all over the world (wherever we put our focus we will find that which we focus on! If you focus on negative, you will see it, if you focus on the good, it is there too). Although I do understand your frustration I see good in this space as well. While I would agree to an extent that Facebook leaders seem to be very liberal in their views, I must say that this very thing has stretched me to pick up my boundary line and place it around others to welcome them into my more conservative circle as well so that we can kindly share our differences and see how we can help make the world a better place together.

Politically I am conservative but there is no secret that I am not dedicated to a political party. I am a human with thoughts, convictions and beliefs that do not all fit in a red or blue box.

I think as I have listened to my friends and people from all over who have different beliefs than myself, I have found that they too align somewhere in the middle of the red and blue. Those blending of colors create a space of rich vibrant purple where if allowed, can paint an even more beautiful picture of our democracy.

It is hard sometimes to have difficult conversations because it is difficult not to judge others. It is also very difficult not to feel judged by others as well. Often times, once the defenses are down and we come face to face with one person standing on the sidelines of the mob holding their sign, I see what the sign is really screaming is “listen, please just hear me. Hear the pain, hear the anger, hear the past, present and hope for a brighter future! Please hear me, them, us! Someone! Anyone!”

I think we stand on our own podiums and expect others to listen to us shout our opinions and views and rarely step down to sit with and listen to them! Where did they come from? Why are they shaped that way? What makes them want to act like that?

As I watched a video recently, I listened as Ruby Bridges spoke about her six year old self trying to go to school during desegregation! She said for a while she didn’t understand why the little white boys and girls wouldn’t play with her. One day she asked and a boy said, “my mom said I can’t play with you because you are a ni**er.” She said “I finally understood and I wasn’t mad at him. If my mom had told me not to play with that Asian child, white child, Hispanic child or black child I wouldn’t have played with them because my mom told me not to. Sure it hurt but I finally understood and a weight lifted off of me!” I would say that today. Sure, sometimes it hurts to hear the words of others. Sometimes we want to run away but I would encourage you to press in! Show grace and press into that discomfort and seek to see the good in that human.

We, as a country, have become good at running away from our problems or trying to make excuses while shaming others. Instead, we could embrace one another and ask how we can encourage others today to have faith in humanity! I wonder how incredible it would be for a person of faith to sit with people, who feel hopeless where they are, and maybe point towards our God of Love in a loving way. Maybe we seek to understand. Then we truly can be understood by humanity or parts of it anyway!

I will not be deleting but I will be challenging people to love others genuinely! Before anyone uses the word utopia to react to my thoughts here, let me just say that I am not proposing that this is an easy mindless version of a peaceful existence. It involves diligent hard work every day reminding me that I live in a world full of different people, cultures and world views. To me it is more meaningful to seek understanding than to be egocentric in my views.

I want to understand your cultures! I want to embrace our differences! I want to share a meal with you and talk about growing up in this world with you! Raise my family with you! I want to eat with the wealthy and the poor! I want to sing with you, laugh with you, cry with you and travel around this earth with you! All of you! Cheers.

Love, Stephanie Ellison

B.L.E.S.S.

B.L.E.S.S.

As my pastor was sharing his heart on how to BLESS others in our community today, I listened and felt an overwhelming desire to share another part of my story with you. Bless stands for: Begin with prayer, Listen, Eat together, Serve someone, and Share your story. Last week he shared about his Miss B, a woman who reached out and shared kindness and love to him and his family. She shared love with him and his parents and she was the catalyst of his faith. He then shared love with thousands.

18 years ago I had been living on my own for almost two years. I was a homeless runaway youth at 15 due to a chaotic home life. When I was 16 I was granted legal emancipation by a judge. After my emancipation was final I was able to purchase a small two bedroom trailer, a $500 car, and I was working three jobs. I was enrolled and attending Alvarado High School. Looking back, I am proud of my hard work and grateful for the help from others, and the fact that I wasn’t homeless anymore was a huge accomplishment (I am still so grateful for my friends family who let me couch surf at 15 until my emancipation was final at 16). I was also desperately working my way through loneliness, fear, anxiety, hopelessness and emotional trauma.

I met a girl at one of my jobs, who is now my sister, and is stuck with me for life, LOL. This girl told me about her youth group and I met her youth pastor, Brian. One Tuesday night this youth pastor and the whole youth group invited me out to dinner. I had no idea that this was an AMBUSH! That is the name that they gave this evening. They paid for my meal at a local Jack In The Box and truly made me feel as if I was part of their group. When I got there after a shift at work, they were all already there. They had a seat for me already prepared. I wasn’t having to figure out where I would sit or if anyone would want to sit with me, like I worried that I would while on my way there. They put me right in the middle of the whole group and surrounded me with love, food and fellowship. They asked me questions and listened as I told them some of my story.

After that evening I had started attending youth group as my schedule would allow me to and the youth pastor asked if they could have their life group meeting in my trailer one evening. I said yes but I had to work that night so I just gave them the key and they returned to my work at Ihop and gave it back after the life group meeting. I have no idea what happened that night but I felt joy seeing their faces at my job. I felt joy and peace when I went home that night. They told me that they spent the evening praying for me, for my future and for my life. I cried. I remember the feeling of hopelessness turning to hope because of these prayers and thoughtful interactions.

One day my old Buick Lesabre (affectionately called the boat) had taken her final voyage and had broken down. I had no one to call at the time but these people who had welcomed me with open arms. I had no extra money so the youth pastor and a student in the youth group who had some car knowledge came over and gave her a look. I never knew to change the oil, something about a gasket (I only remember because it sounds like casket which is where I felt I was headed if I didnt figure something out) blowing up and something else caused my “boat” to say goodbye. Fearful, I wondered how I would be able to get back and forth to work because I worked in the next town over. I would be glad to walk but there were no busses and I knew I couldn’t make it in time after work. Someone in the church had a car for me. (WHAT?) Anyway, this church went above and beyond to take care of me. They looked for ways to BLESS me and truly poured into my life.

As I look back I am so very grateful that they prayed for me, listened to my story, did not make me sit on the outside as they fed me, they served me. Now I am able to tell you my story. I truly desire to share my story as a message of hope. What it can look life if you walk through life with others. You never know what you can do with just a meal and a listening ear. You never know what it means to people that you would care enough to go to their home and pray over them, even if they are not there. You never know what it could mean to AMBUSH someone with the Love of Christ.

Let us ambush and bless others together. I understand first hand how incredibly beautiful it is to benefit from the care, compassion, connection and love.

Stephanie Ellison

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♥️*BOOK PREVIEW*♥️
Meet the characters of Always Forever. I would love for you to take time and name them with your child. Maybe these characters remind them of friends from school, church, or the neighborhood. The characters will provide you an opportunity to connect with your child about their friends.

Enjoy this sneak peek! ♥️

After they:
🛁shower
😁brush those teeth
🚽potty
🙌wash their hands
👕👚put on their jammies
🙃climb under the covers
🧻climb back out of the covers to go potty for the second time
🥛🕵️‍♀️go to the kitchen to get a drink and look around to make sure they aren’t missing anything
🙃then go back to their bedroom and climb back under those covers
📘grab this book
🗣whisper the words
say the Always Forever Promise
🎼listen to the lullaby together, maybe even sing it
🧸snuggle up to them as many times as you can before they are grown.
🖊When the time is right my hope is that you will write them a letter of hope and blessings for them to know what they mean to you.

Always, forever you’ll be my sweet baby.
Always, forever I’ll love you like crazy.

Thank you all for supporting me on this journey. Time to Pre-Order your Always Forever Book for that sweet toothless grinning child of yours! Don’t forget those little neighbor kids that need some love.

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