Weekend Update: Newborn Style

Y’all. I know the pictures don’t look like it, but I did do things other than hold my 6-week-old “niece” this weekend. {Note: I’m an only child, and Josh only has one sibling so we’ve decided to claim every friend’s baby as our neice/nephew.} In all honesty, I would’ve done nothing other than hold her, but apparently I have to eat and sleep and occasionally stir around. Who knew?!


This was after she made me change her diaper. Babies mind control. I’m convinced.


How cute is that jumper Sarah Lynn is wearing?! She’s being bashful at the compliment here.


We did things other than snuggle! We burned some calories too. Well, I did.

I posted this on my Instagram, but don’t you think strollers are modern day chariots? This is the life, y’all!


Ok, I lied. We mostly snuggled.

How was your weekend?! I hope you were loved on and loving on like I did! Aren’t baby snuggles the best?



Lately, I’ve been grateful for…


 time outside in the cool weather


 mountaintop views of our “new” city


 Selfies with my coworkers


 Double doses of coffee


 Real life conversations and audibles to eat cheap Mexican instead of cook


Black jeans and new booties


Being the typical girl and burning my pumpkin spice candle

Happy fall, y’all! Sometimes taking the time to remember what you’re thankful for makes all the difference. 

Weekend Update: Yoga Poses

Have you guys seen or heard of this new sensation where people (mostly celebrities) post pictures of themselves doing yoga in random locations? Made famous by Alec Baldwin’s wife Hilaria, it’s the new craze in social media. That being said, here is Sam’s weekend of yoga poses.

{Note: I know this sensations seems crazy, but I swear I’m not making it up. Read about it here and here.}


Friday night while JRB and I were doing some stretches before bed, Sam decided to show us how he could hold corpse pose all the way until the morning.


Here, Sam is doing cobra pose while the rest of us play disc golf.


For lunch, we treated ourselves to burgers and ‘dogs at Tip Top Grill in Bluff Park.


What a view, amirite?!


What a view, amirite? I think Sam and Miller are doing easy pose here. Josh is just wishing I wasn’t taking pictures.


I got in on the action here. Apparently, I hold Sam’s paw while I nap?!




Dear JRB, I’m bursting with pride that we have successfully made it through the entire week without eating at a restaurant. Our bodies and our budget will thank us later. Dear Miller, because you are a quack dog I had to take you to the vet AGAIN. It was there that I learned your true feelings on cats. Dear motivation, I found you outside reading and journaling on Wednesday. It’s good to have you back. Dear Auburn, a win is a win, but can we not do that again? Dear Josh, this week we’ve labored through some difficult conversations. I’m so glad I’m on your team.

Is anyone else ever tempted to spell things the European way with an u?  I seriously contemplated spelling labored like laboured. I’ll leave you with that closing thought- Happy Friday!

Control in an Uncontrollable World


When I was nine years old, I learned the most valuable and difficult lesson of my life. It was my first year of youth league softball where the coach didn’t pitch. I was on the mound with the lead when things began to crumble. As every baseball/softball fan knows, the umpire behind the plate had a ridiculously small strike zone (they often do). My defense started making errors, then the other team got a hit. Then I walked someone. You see how this goes.

I was nearly on the verge of tears on the mound- not from sadness, but from being purely pissed off. As a pitcher, nothing is worse than when everything around you crumbles. Granted, there were times when I was the one crumbling, but this was not that time. As I’m standing on the mound, with tears in my eyes, ready to hit the next batter, then the umpire, then my shortstop, my mom took a trip to the mound. I’ll never forget it. Of all of the years of her being my coach (roughly 10), this was the moment that changed me.

She looked at me and asked, “Paige, can you control what the umpire calls?” As I look back on this moment, I  should have known right then and there that I would have some serious issues because I honestly thought I could! I was scheming on how I could force the umpire to call my pitches strikes. She had to answer the question herself, “No, you cannot control what he does.” She went on- “Can you control what your defense does behind you? No. Can you control what the other team does? No. BUT can you control what you do? Yes. You can control your demeanor, your pitches, and your attitude.”

We ended the inning without the other team scoring. I sprinted off the field and leapt into my mom’s arms because I had done it! I had worked through the inning without controlling anyone, but myself.

What a valuable lesson she taught me right there in the Alexander City Sports Plex.

Throughout the years, she has reminded me of that lesson. Sometimes in sports, mostly in other things. “Paige, can you control what she says about you? No. Paige, can you control what he thinks about you? No. Paige, can you control who they choose? No.” It was only a few weeks ago, that I heard her asking this same question of her volleyball team- “Can you control what the official calls? No.”

Y’all. I need that lesson EVERY DAY. Can I get an amen? Anyone else need to hear that?

In a world that sometimes feels like we CAN control everything just from our iPhones, I need to be reminded that I CAN’T control everything. Do you know who can? Seriously, there’s a correct answer.


He alone knows. He alone controls. And His plan is perfect. He knows and understands far more and far better than we do. Isn’t that a release?

A few weeks ago, I was watching a sermon by Beth Moore, and she made all the “control freaks” repeat after her. Want to be brought to your knees in humility? Repeat this. Print this. Write this.

I am not in control.

I cannot control all of my people.

I cannot control our situation.

Even when I want what is best, I cannot control the outcome.

I cannot make people behave.
I cannot make people believe.

I cannot make people be strong, because I am not God.

He alone knows the beginning from the end.

He alone knows how this thing will turn out.

I hereby fire myself from His job, and agree to see my fight for control as what it really is:

a screaming testament to my distrust.

A screaming testament to my distrust. Ouch. Anyone else feel that? Since repeating that (Y’all KNOW I had to repeat that about 52,392,304 times), it’s been resonating with me. I can’t make people believe. I can’t make people behave. I can’t make people respond to my emails/texts immediately. I can’t control our situation. I can’t make our house sell. Even when I want what is best, I cannot control the outcome.

Do you know what I can control? I can control me. I can make healthy choices. I can devote time to daily prayer and Bible study. I can exercise. I can cook healthy meals. I can choose wholesome television. I can speak with kindness. I can serve. I can be hospitable. I can provide a lending hand. I can fully surrender, with open palms, to God because He alone knows.

Looking back, the times in which I have fully surrendered, given God the reigns, unclenched my fists are the times of the most freedom and joy. Why don’t I do this more often?

We can. You can. We can unclench our fists and give God our lives. All of them. We trust Him with our salvation, so why not with our finances? Or our families? Or our careers? I want to be ALL IN (War eagle, anyone?). Won’t you join me?

Friday Letters


Dear Joshua Ryan Bierman, this week on our date I asked you to encourage me to make healthier decisions (i.e. not eat chocolate cake for breakfast). So far, I’ve slept way too late and finished off the gummy worms. I’ll keep up my end of the bargain, I swear! Dear Miller and Sam, you guys never believe me when I say it’s raining so I literally have to show you. Y’all are the quirkiest dogs I’ve ever known. Dear Lagrange home, we are hoping and praying that someone loves you and wants you like we did. Dear Shake It Off, you have to be the most catchy song I’ve ever heard. Also, the puppies love you. Dear JRB,  You are such a strong worker and give great advice. Reason #289235 why I’m glad I married you.