I Wanna Dance With Somebody

In honor of JRB and I buying our tickets for Ben Rector’s concert, here’s a fun one! Wanna go with us? Here is ticket information.


Real Life


I must confess. Confess that I put on a great show. I share pictures (through filters, of course) of this fun life filled with coffee, DIY projects, precious pups, and a hunk of a husband. According to social media, my life is perfect. I live with the love of my life in a sweet home in a city we’re fond of. We take trips to cool places and see pretty things. But as I’m sure most of you are aware, life doesn’t look like the finished image in Instagram.

You see, it starts looking average. There are real emotions and struggles. I, however, am just skilled in filtering them to look nice, orderly, and pretty. Don’t you know the feeling? The feeling I’m talking about is the anxiety you get when you see another attractive woman and PRAY your legs looks half as good as hers. Or the pit you feel in your stomach when you realize you have a serious problem and haven’t picked up your Bible in so long that you can’t actually remember where you put it. Call it embarrassment. Call it shame. Call it whatever you want, but it’s not the pretty picture you want displayed for the world to see.

But that is the picture I’m displaying for you today. I originally started this blog to share life, so here it is. You can call this part struggle. Women, you know what I’m talking about. Men, you’re probably still trying to figure out a way to help your wife out of it.

Body image. Those two words pack a mean punch. It’s easy to hear those two words and immediately go to the extreme (i.e. eating disorders). But, we women know that it’s something we all struggle with, some more than others, but nonetheless it’s a common denominator between us all. And I’m not different. The number on the scale is never quite what I want it to be. My face will always have at least one blemish. And my legs will never look like Heidi Klum’s. Most of the time, I’m fine with it. I really am confident, but here lately- if I’m completely honestly- it’s been completely disastrous.

I’ve tried fixing it. Step 1 was don’t care. I ate what I wanted, didn’t exercise, and pretended that I was the most confident woman there ever was. That failed. Step 2 was fix it. I joined a gym, almost died at RPM (I’m still going to continue though), and ordered grilled chicken. It didn’t take long to realize that wasn’t the cure. Now Step 3 is assume the praying position. I took the walk of shame (all around my house) to find my misplaced Bible. I read and talked to the Lord. While this is day 1 on my journey to recovery, I can tell this is the only true, freedom-filled way. I didn’t have to go that far either.

In the beginning God created…

Genesis 1:1

Stop. He created. That means me. Let’s continue.

So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.

Genesis 1:27

I am made in the image of God. He is perfect. I am made perfectly.

What do you see here? I see that God created me. My body was formed by Him, so I shouldn’t despise it. Obviously, I should take care of it, but my knees look that way for a reason. The shade of my skin is on purpose. My features were crafted by the Maker of Heaver. Who am I to scrutinize His work?

I also went to Psalm 139 because every woman who has spent some time in the church knows this is where you go for body image issues. And you know, that’s for a reason. It’s just that good!

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand- when I awake, I am still with you.

Psalm 139:13-18

What about here? What do you see? He knew me in my mother’s womb before ANYONE else. I am FEARFULLY and WONDERFULLY made. This is truth to cling onto!

I ended in 1 Samuel.

But the Lord said to Samuel, ” Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart. 

1 Samuel 16:7

And here? Outward appearance isn’t what the Lord cares about. It’s not how physically fit I am or how long my legs are. He cares for my heart. And to be honest, people, that’s a scary thought. My heart has been focused on lies from the enemy. My heart has leapt into fitness magazines, tan skin, and making you think I had it all together. Basically, my heart has been turned to mush.

Please do not think this post is a cry for compliments. I am NOT writing this so you can privately send me texts and emails telling me how “crazy I am. I’m beautiful.” Once again, not asking for compliments. I am sharing that this struggle is real. According to every fitness magazine, I’m considered fit. My body fat percentage is where it should be. That’s not the problem. It’s a matter of the heart and a war against the enemy. I wanted you to know that other women struggle too. We should be in prayer TOGETHER over this.


Note: This post is actually pretty funny because a couple of days ago, JRB asked me when I was going to rant again on my blog. {In the early days of blogging, I’d find a topic I could really tear to pieces-like girls being crazy and guys being dumb- and I’d go to town. I’d really rant at those people being crazy and dumb.} Here I am ranting, so JRB got his wish. Only this time, I’m ranting at me. 

Note: During the making of this blog, Sam decided to snuggle up. Moment is captured above. 

Biermans Take on Babysitting

Last night there was a baby in the Bierman house. Don’t get confused. Josh and I have not conceived or birthed a baby, we were merely babysitting. However, it was quite the time. You see, I LOVE babies. I don’t have much experience with the teeny ones, but am constantly enamored with them, especially in church. Josh is a self-proclaimed non-baby enthusiast. Nothing against them. Just no desire to hold, cuddle, and play with them until they’re old enough to talk and play catch. 

So when the Wards dropped off their precious baby boy, I was pumped, and Josh was…. terrified? feeling nothing? hungry because we hadn’t eaten dinner yet? Anyways… the following are incidents we had.

1. While eating dinner, baby boy was rocking away in his swing making fascinating cooing sounds. At one point, I caught Josh and myself staring at him, pork chop on fork, in bewilderment. 

2. Instead of being proactive, and having the bottle ready when Mom told us to. We waited for Mason to tell us (or scream at us). Never making that mistake again. 

3. While making the bottle, I spilled milk on my leg. Let’s just say it wasn’t 2%. Never seen JRB act so panicked. I was a little freaked too.

4. We learned that babies are tiny saunas. While Mason was asleep, I didn’t realize it, but he was making me sweat! My shirt was starting to stick to me, but I dare not move a sleeping baby.

ImageThis is Mason laughing at me after I changed his messy diaper. He’s quite the prankster. 


Weekend Update: Lake Pups, Sparklers, and Birthdays

This weekend, like everyone else, JRB and I hid from the rain. Only we hid from the rain in my parent’s 5th wheel. That’s right, we tried our hand at camping, and weren’t too bad at it! Sadly, we couldn’t get the best experience because the rain fall was reminiscent of the story of Noah’s Ark. However, we did pick up the card game Phase 10, so I call that a win. We were happy to host a few friends, go on rain intermission boatrides, and eat lots of American food (burgers, steak, etc.)


Our dogs enjoyed the water, but REALLY loved the boat rides. Here are Miller and I (me trying to make his face) while riding on the boat. Miller loves being copilot and hates getting splashed.

Sam & JRB

Out of our two dogs, Sam is definitely the swimmer. Although, he’s indoorsy, he beat Miller out in the swim contest. The only way we could get Miller into the water was to play fetch. We literally had to keep a constant watch on Sam because he’d just swim off by himself. He really liked being held in the water, like seen above with JRB.


Perk of swimming= very sleepy puppies. This is Drake, our friend’s golden retriever. He came to visit and play for the weekend, and we fell in LOVE with him.

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Saturday, we went to a wedding in Auburn, and I got to see these beauties. Seriously, nothing is better than reuniting.

imageAlthough, sparklers are close.

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Then Sunday after church we went back to Auburn for my sweet, awesome, role model Cassie’s birthday. It was here that I saw that Josh isn’t so bad with kids after all. I caught this view from the kitchen. { By the way, I NEVER thought he was bad with kids. He has it in his head somehow that all kids hate him, which is so untrue.}



Today marks one year since JRB and I moved to LaGrange, GA, and how perfect that the square was decorated for JRB and I’s favorite holiday- The Fourth of July. The day we moved here, I just knew it was an omen that it was 102 degrees in the shade.  However, we were quickly charmed by the quaintness of the square and the cool movie theater. Little did we know that in just a short year we would find this place as our home.  Don’t get me wrong, I cried several times because I didn’t know anyone or where to go or what to do, but we persevered with trips to Dairy Queen and Charlie Jo’s, settling into our church family, and forcing Miller into awfully long walks. I can honestly say I love our life here in The Grange, and love the people here even more.

FYI- I still need to master the roads here in LaGrange since today I went up a one-way and was forced to do a U-turn in the middle of traffic. Sadly, I didn’t even realize, until the horns blared, that my right on red was completely illegal and dangerous. Sorry, LaGrange citizens, for being the crazy Corolla going the wrong way on Church Street.