Micro, Miles, and Mercy

This is probably not going to end up one of my most popular posts...but oh well!  Lately I've been noticing a large movement toward the "strong independent woman."  I have to be honest and tell you that every time I see something like, "10 differences in dating a strong independent woman" I just cringe.  It honestly makes me feel sad, not proud or good.  Now, before you write me off hear me out. 1) Because the definition of independent is: Free from outside control; not dependent on another's authority.  I in no way want to have the complete control over my life, or live under my own authority.  Sometimes I make terrible decisions.  Sometimes I am blinded by emotion.  Sometimes I don't have all the information I need in order to make a good decision.  So, why would I want to trust myself with my life?  I very much want to be a woman who desires to find God's best in all areas of her life.  However, I don't have the ability to see parts o

I first moved to Texas in August of 2009.   Just months prior I had finished my undergraduate degree at Kansas State University, and I had no idea what the next step was.   So, grad school felt like an ok fit.   If I were to be completely honest, the entire time I was driving to Texas I couldn’t figure out why I had decided to change up my entire life.   I knew nothing about Meat Science, had only ever heard of Lubbock in songs, and had no real direction for my life.   I guess I was just going with the flow.    So, when I pulled into Lubbock I told myself that I would spend two years there and then high tail it back to the North West and the ranch as soon as possible.   The best part about plans is that they always change!   God gives us something better; he replaces our good with his great.   Which is exactly what happened the day that my boss asked me if I would like to go to Mexico City.   I wanted to appear like I was open and flexible—even though at that point I really