Moving! :)

Hey yall!

I appreciate you all following me on this blog! I have been the lamest blogger probably in the history of blogging, and have posted hardly anything.

As you can see, I really messed this blog up, so therefore I have created a new one, which I will be posting on daily, Monday through Friday, entitled the same, Mrs. Happy-Go-Huckaby.

I didn't want to change the name, but I could not salvage the wreckage of this blog.

SO, I would be honored if you would follow my new page, http://mrshappygohuckaby.blogspot.com/, and I will be informing you all of what is new to come to my blog by the end of the week!

I am excited about the changes, and hope you will follow me over to the new space! :)

Thanks again,
Lyndsey

All to Jesus, I surrender..

So this post is a very joyful post for me, but also a very humbling post to share.

Sunday at around noon I received Christ as my personal Savior for the first (real) time, and I fully gave my life over to His Lordship.

Now, see how this is very humbling?

Let me share, because I know that my story isn't unique. Many people have the same one, or can maybe relate, and it took a long time before I could quite understand that.

All of my life, I have worked at being a Christian. I have worked very hard. However, that work was leading me no where; it especially wasn't leading me to an eternal home in Heaven.

Working at being a Christian is hard. How is that? I was living a life following the rules to the best of my ability, but I was not feeling that absolute peace that I knew came with being one of His. I was filled with doubts constantly, not knowing if when I died I'd be with Jesus, or burning in hell for eternity. That is so scary. All the doubt led to constant fear.

But if you asked me how I was, I would respond--- Great! With that, I was a liar.

Worse than everything, my pride has clouded my vision for years. That pride was Satan's tool to bring me down. He was constantly telling me, "Lyndsey, you're totally a Christian.. don't tell anybody about your doubts.. they'll judge you and think you're not a Christian-- but you TOTALLY are. Trust me.. You're doing everything right, aren't you? You go to church and you sing to God don't you? You try to tell other people about Jesus don't you? I promise.. you're totally there. If you go talk to your pastor, then he'll think you're a hypocrite. Don't tell your family because they've always thought you're a Christian. So, let them think it! You are, aren't you? Just keep going to church, everything will be great!"

Satan does that. He will give you a false sense of peace, and use pride to keep you from ever truly giving everything to Christ. He does it all the time. He was using it to drag me to hell, while I was looking up at heaven thinking I was a Christian.

God's pull is stronger. 

Let me tell you what went down Sunday. It was nothing short of incredible.

We had a sermon on Salvation. I thought it was going to be easy-peasy, because I'm a Christian... Right? Wrong. God was pulling at me the entire time, I seriously thought I was going to be sick. So when it came time at the end of the service, I had talked myself out of doing anything, and maybe I would just talk to one of the revival leaders that I had gotten to know over the past couple of weeks.

The preacher asked if we would raise our hands if he could pray for the ones who thought their salvation was in trouble...

I so didn't raise my hand.. somebody might see it! (Pride)

He asked everyone to stand, but to keep their heads bowed.. He said that even if we didn't raise our hands, we could still go to the prayer room.. there was still time left to talk to someone.

Well, we were sitting on the back row so that we could slip out with Andrew if he was fussy.. Charles had just gotten Andrew to sleep, so I couldn't just make him get up and wake Andrew up.. I would just go and talk to Elizabeth (the friend I had made on the revival team) later in the week..

He said, "Jesus crawled a very long way carrying a cross for You. You could crawl over the people in the pew to come to Him."

Good night. I had to. God was speaking DIRECTLY to me. I crawled out and looked back at the sound board hoping that Elizabeth was back there so that I could just slip out the back and talk to her.

Of course she wasn't back there, so I had to walk all the way from the back of the church up the middle aisle to the front door of the sanctuary, in front of hundreds upon hundreds of my church members (both services combined).

How is that for God kicking my pride right in the gut? He rocks, you know..

I went to the prayer room, talked with Elizabeth, and I finally gave my entire life to God, every bit of it, and I laid it there for Him. He had already bore all of it for me on the cross, so He took it off of me willingly, and hugged me up.

I have perfect peace now. I have NO doubts now. If I were to die this second, I KNOW I will be in heaven. That is such an incredible feeling, and I hope you know that feeling. Because I know what it is like to not feel that peace-- I felt it up until 3 days ago.

God is so much bigger than pride, doubt, and Satan. He loves us, and you know what? I shared this with my church last night--- one of the absolute hardest things I have ever done because they all thought I was a Christian--- and I am still alive to tell about it. My pride is no match to God's grace and mercy.

I am so sorry to all of you who thought I was a Christian. I bore the name of Christ when I wasn't fully His.  But I am not sorry for finally giving in to Christ and for letting go of my pride. I am free, and I am His!

Today is an anniversary.

Today is an anniversary.

My Meme has been in heaven for 4 years today. This is a cause for celebration! However, like most everyone else, I have a hard time celebrating. I am thinking all about what I've missed with her and what she has had to view from above instead of down here with me.

So, this will be a selfish post. But aren't they all when we are talking about wishing they were in this dreadful place rather than that Glorious place?

I miss my Meme.

I missed her when I graduated from high school.
I missed her when I went to college.
I missed her when I got my first serious boyfriend and fell in love.
I missed her when I got a beautiful ring when that man asked me for forever. 
I missed her when I graduated with honors from ICC.
I missed her when she didn't walk down with the grandmothers in our wedding.
I missed her when I moved to her favorite college.
I missed her when I found out Charles and I were going to have a baby.
And I miss her today, when she has been gone for 4 years.

However, the bright side to today is that, she has no idea it has been 4 years. She is enjoying an eternity with Jesus in a beautiful paradise.

Another bright side is I know she will be waiting to hear all about the good things that she missed when I get there.

Isn't it crazy how one man, Jesus, could make the end of life such a beautiful beginning of life?
Thank the Lord.

Miss you, Meme, but I'll see you soon!

I Saw the Light.. Or I heard It.

So, this weekend has been very eye-opening for me.

I experienced my first Ole Miss football game this weekend.. Well, about 5 minutes of one. Here is the run-down.

I am a part of the Women's Glee here at Ole Miss. We sang the National Anthem at the Ole Miss/Alabama game this weekend. Ha, if you could call that a game.. More like the Ole Miss/Alabama blowout.

Anyways, in the process of finally making it to the choir room before the game, and on our way to the stadium, I have never smelled more alcohol in my life. Not the best experience of my life. I mean, the band was great no doubt. The fans are what really upset me.

There were actually parents encouraging their children, very young children at that, to sing the Hotty Toddy chant. If you don't know the chant, consider yourself blessed, but if you do, you know that there are PLENTY of expletives in it. 6 years olds screaming cuss words. I couldn't believe it. All while the band is playing, "I Saw the Light." RIGHT. What light? Definitely not THE Light.

Now, don't get me wrong, I totally totally know that there are many Ole Miss fans that are there that are Christians and have God living inside of them.

Well, in Sunday school this morning, my teacher was asking us what we felt like desperation felt like.. this is what was on my mind:

Where was God yesterday on the Ole Miss campus? I mean, I have never had the gameday/groving experience at Ole Miss, and never have really wanted to for this reason. When I was standing on that 50 yard line yesterday looking into the stand singing about our nation, which was founded on CHRISTIANITY and blessed by the One and Only, sole creator of the universe and Oxford, MS- GOD, I couldn't find Him.

5 minutes in that stadium was enough for me.

My heart felt desperate; I felt like pleading to God for His presence. It was almost like I was suffocating. When I finally got out of the stadium and was walking to the apartment, I heard the church bells from the Paris-Yates Chapel on campus ringing. It was playing "Great is Thy Faithfulness" and "Count Your Blessings" and many other songs. I teared up.. Praise God, He came to my rescue. I am blessed in so many ways I can't count them. I started seeing God again.. in the beauty of the nature and the blueness of the sky.

What was so ironic about the church bells was that it was about 5:12 when they were still ringing. When we hear bells we always think of church, right? I mean, I think it is a universal, historical fact. Well, I like to think that God wanted to speak to me a little bit longer.. and I would have listened for as long as I could. Soaking it up.
To you, this may sound very dramatic and maybe kind of crazy.. However, it was pressing on my heart. I wanted to share it in Sunday school but I didn't have enough courage (surrounded by Rebels, haha). I felt like I could share it on here.

God really revealed Himself to me this weekend. I need to be more bold. I can't sit back and whine about the lack of Light in my atmosphere; I need to shine my Light. I ask for all of your prayers for boldness and courage.

Hope you all have a fabulous week. :)

Encouragement.

So when I think of encouragement, it is sad that the first thing I think of is that guy on Couples' Retreat that hits peoples butts and says, "encouragement!" That is awful, but at least I am honest. However, encouragement has been an issue for me here lately. (*warning: this blog will be random, I have so much I want to discuss. If you get bored easily, you might need to read someone else's blog.)

So, I am a junior at Ole Miss this semester. I miss ICC.. I miss the welcome-y feeling.. the home-y feeling. When I got here, I was excited.. I was ready for something bigger and everything. However, those feelings tucked and hid pretty quickly. I began feeling more like a nobody in a sea of people who thought they were somebody. (Now, please don't think I am going for a pity party here or something; I promise the story takes a positive turn.)

As a transfer student, fellow classmates here have no idea what classes I have taken.. what things I have learned and haven't.. What routes I took in learning.. the techniques I learned.. the experiences I've had-- nothing. However, little do most of them know, my classes at ICC were equivalent to the classes here. I got a fabulous education, and I will end up getting the same piece of paper as they will.

So anyway, I walked into classes where I felt like people thought that I didn't know what I was doing.. Funny thing is, I do. I know what I am doing, I know what I want to do, and I know what I've done. Whew that feels good to get that out. God keeps me strong, and He holds me up. He also gave me a husband that encourages me to keep going when I feel like crap. So trust me, people, I got this. I will continue to try my hardest to be in God's will, following his directions and clinging to his guidance. Which means, I will strive all I can to excel. I am not dumb, but I may seem dumb when I ask question after question. But I am getting there.

A ray of sunshine: I am making friends, gradually.. It is nice. You know, friends make everything easier.

So, I know that blog was random, scattered, and probably not very organized or logical, but I feel so much better. Sorry if I wasted any of your time.. hahaha much love, Lynds :)

Goodbye beautiful Starkvegas. Hello, TSUN.

(Warning: this blog is going to be SUPER random, I'm sorry.)

Yep, we're about to start packing to move. It's been nice for a summer, Stark.. I will miss you greatly.

Ahh, moving. I hate moving. However, I am excited to finally really get settled somewhere, ya know? Get all our new stuff out, decorate and all. :) However, I can't bring myself to pack. Ugh.

I have a job interview, Praise GOD, at the Writing Center at UM.. I am so excited. I need this so badly.

Well, anyways.. So, we went to see Cowboys and Aliens last night. Really good movie! I don't like sci-fi stuff, but this was really good.. I have adapted to the Western world somewhat.. Charles LOVES westerns.

So my new hobby has been painting.. I love it. I can listen to music, but I don't sing every word. Now, if you know me, this is not something that I do very well. If I am talking and a song comes on, I forget everything and sing. Sad, yes. But it's true. However, when I paint, I just listen! Don't talk, sing, anything. It is so calming. I love it. So I will show you what I have painted so far. It's been fun. :)

This one I made for the shop.. We repainted the shop, so I thought I could do this too!

This one I made for my 8 year old sisters birthday party..

...she's having a luau! :) Everybody can sign it.

and this one I made for my old roommate, Erin! She loves owls.

So it has been fun! I would love your opinion though: I am wanting to make up some things to sell at Christmas.. Do you think that would be a good idea? Definitely NOT like fishing for compliments at all or anything, but I mean, do you think too many people already do it as it is? Just wondering what you think..

Anyways! Today is my Mary's birthday party! We are so excited. She is such a sweeeeeet girl. Love her to death. :)

I guess I will end this rambling mess now.. haha leave me a comment, pretty please, with your opinion! I value it. :)

First comes love, then comes marriage..

So, I had this whole blog written out, longest one I have ever written, took yesterday and this morning to do it, and it didn't save. It didn't save. It didn't save. It was all about the wedding, honeymoon, and what has happened since.

So I have come to a conclusion: Soon I will post pictures from the wedding.. and that will be fun, because I love talking about that wedding. best day of my life, second only to accepting Jesus as my Savior. Here's ONE picture. My favorite, probably. :)

But the rest of it? You should come down here and talk to me about it! I don't have a job yet, so from 6:30am to 5pm i sit here alone in this house doing a lot of not much. I would LOVE for a visit. I will give you the address and everything! (if I know you)

Anyways, I guess I could still talk some. I have been reading like a book a day since I have been here... I love to read, I sure do! However, I am running out of books! and as a newly married couple, the funds for books--- not there! So i am re-reading books now. and TV.. if you know me, you would never believe the TV shows I have been watching.. and actually liking! Hogan's Heroes, MASH, The Honeymooners, Gomer Pyle, all of those. And I really like them! Charles is trying, so hard, to get me to watch Dallas.. Start from the beginning he says. I just don't know... That is reaallly hard for me. Dallas? If you have any good reasons why I should watch and like Dallas, comment below. haha

I am missing my familly.. my mama and daddy, precious sisters, and my grandparents.. aunts and uncles. I just miss them. I know I am only an hour or so away, but it still hurts. Let me tell yall this story about my sweet sister, Mary.. She is 7, about to be 8 next month. She called me the week after the honeymoon from her trip to pickwick and she was telling me all about her trip and her farmer's tan. haha Well, before she was getting ready to hang up, she said, "I am coming home. Can't wait to see you when I get there." And my heart broke in half. I said, "I won't be there..." She said, "Where will you be?" I said, "I live with Charles now.." It was so so sad. So she says, "Oh okay. well I guess I will see you.. sometime.." See, after the wedding, I mean as SOON as Charles and I walked out of the ceremony, she was right behind us, bawling her eyes out about how she was going to miss me. It tore me up! I miss her. It breaks my heart that I am going to miss all the little things with her.. because she is constantly changing.

However, I also miss my middle sister, 14 yrs old, Courtney.. She and I don't ALWAYS get along, but we do have our good times. Actually we have a lot of good times! I miss her. She is growing up to be such a beautiful young woman, and she is good at pretty much everything she tries! And she doesn't give up when she tries. She is a varsity cheerleader in high school, and she loves it. absolutely loves it. and she plays fastpitch softball. She is very good at that too.. She did do basketball too, but not anymore. and it is not that she gave up! She worked her butt off and gave it her hardest! She just wants to do other things more. She can sing beautifully.. I love to hear her sing. And one thing that she is great at-- she can always make us laugh. When she tries and when she doesn't try. She has an infectious smile and a great laugh. I just love her to death. I hate that I haven't gotten to see her since the wedding where she was one of the most beautiful bridesmaids, but next weekend, for sure!

and my parents. I am having a very hard time being away from them so much. Don't you dare get me wrong, I wouldn't trade a second of my life that I have been living with Charles or any of the future, but I sure do miss my family. There were a lot of times when my parents made me so mad i cried, but a lot of times that we laughed until we cried. My mama is one of my very best friends. Now, a lot of our problems rooted from that I think.. because she was one of my best friends, I often times had problems with respecting her as my mother. I do miss her so much. and talking on the phone is just not the same. and I miss my daddy too. Gosh, he would do anything for me, i think. I say I need a job yesterday, and he calls everyone he knows in Starkville for me. He is a very good spiritual leader of my family. Every time I would get in trouble, or just not be acting right, he would give me this LONGGGGGGGGGGGG speech. Oh I hate those things. I mean, it's one of those where your mind starts drifting, so I am not fully there, and when he asks if I am paying attention, it's hard to say yes because I can't remember what he just said.. That's probably why I had the same few over and over. Because it took so long for me to get them into my head. I would've rather had a spanking! haha But, I appreciate everything he and my mother did to make me who I am today. I am a better woman for all of those speeches! :)

I miss all my other family too, SO much, but I know if I write about each set, this blog will be forever long. probably like the one I finished this morning and it didn't save. Ugh. But hey, maybe you'll get your own blog all about you one day soon.

I love you all, and I know that this blog turned sort of somber pretty quick, but I really enjoyed writing it. Hope you have a great day!