Patience is a virtue, honey…

There are many times in my life where I have had to learn patience. It’s something we all have to learn. Some of us get it right off the bat, and others… well… maybe they just don’t get it. I have always considered myself a patient person, but some things are just really hard to be patient for.

Back in college, Ben had convinced me to play a video game. Of all things, we were playing Disney’s Toy Story game. We played a two player part of the game, so we were working together to accomplish a goal. In one section of the game, you had several obstacles to get through, including these walls of electricity that only stayed off for a mere few seconds. Ben kept getting so frustrated because he could not get past this one part. He told me to wait to move until he accomplished this part of the game, and he kept trying and trying, to no avail. He got shocked over and over again. Every. Single. Time. Might I mention, he rushed through it every time. He would run when, really, he should have taken his time and been more careful. Finally, after what seemed like 30 minutes had gone by, I waltzed right through the difficult part on the game, taking my time. One slow step at a time. No shocking for me. He looked at me with this unbelievably hilarious look of “oh crap I cannot believe you just did that the first time you tried”, to which I responded “Patience is a virtue, honey!” and basked in my victory.

He was not a happy camper. I, on the other hand, was crying I was laughing so hard.

As silly as it sounds, sometimes we have to do the same in life. Right now, there are several things we are waiting for answers on from the Lord. Really important things that we have been praying for, for a very long time. Things that have caused disagreements. Things that show uncertainty in our fairly near future. Things that take a lot of PATIENCE.

In the midst of everything this world has going on, sometimes we are called to stand still and wait. Psalm 27:14 says “Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!” Not only that, but we are also called to be doing things that please the Lord in the process of waiting, and to be at peace. 2 Peter 3:14 says “Therefore, beloved, since you are waiting for these, be diligent to be found by him without spot or blemish, and at peace.” It doesn’t matter how long it takes. And do you know why we can have peace in a season of waiting? Because the author of time holds our situation in His sweet, holy hands.

So, that being said, we are striving to be at peace with our time of waiting. We are continuing to pray for guidance.

We are trying not to get shocked.

But we know the Lord is good. Our prayer is to be more and more like Psalms 130:5-6 says: “I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning.”

We will keep you updated with our exciting/patience-testing things coming up in the near future as they happen! 🙂 Stay tuned for less vague excitement! Thank you to all of those who keep up with us. We truly appreciate you! Love to all!



Mr. Feeny Would Be Proud

Let me just say that I thoroughly enjoy having this blog; however, let me also say that sometimes it is hard to post as often as I would like. Besides coaching baseball, grading papers, and writing papers for my master’s degree, I think inherited my dad’s trait of getting the most uncontrollable desire to close my eyes if I look at any kind of screen for more than two minutes. For Pete’s sake, I can never finish an episode of my favorite soap without falling asleep.

Anyways, I tend to ramble at the beginning of my posts, so I am sorry about that. I really wanted to talk about my job. I know. It sounds boring, but bear with me. With the ever-increasing amount of pressure and responsibilities placed upon teachers, it is easy to lose sight of why I entered the job in the first place. I would assume this is true of most jobs, but I will just speak for myself. I entered my profession first and foremost to help kids learn and become better people. I entered the profession to teach the academic content of course, but I also want to cultivate within students some things that cannot be measured on a standardized test.

Mr. Feeny was the epitome of teacherness when I was growing up. You remember; he’s the guy from Boy Meets World, Cory’s teacher, the wise old sage who could get you out of any jam. He was the guy that went the extra mile. He was the guy that made you feel special. He was the guy that taught you about history and English, but more importantly, he taught you about life and living up to your potential. Now, I pride myself on having an awesome relationship with all of my students. Trust, compassion, mutual respect, the whole shebang. There has been one thing lacking.

Until this week, I didn’t have a Mr. Feeny moment. I couldn’t say that my guidance had transcended the classroom to really influence a student’s life for the better. At least, I hadn’t seen it explicitly. However, I was able to do something this week that made me feel that putting up with all the extra “stuff” we have to do was worth it. This may be anti-climactic, but obviously I cannot go into specifics on how I was able to help this kid, but I can tell you it was awesome to have the student come up to me first thing in the morning and, without any hesitance, hug me and say, “Thank you, Mr. Massengale.”


By the way, I don’t watch soap operas. Cartoons, yes. Soaps, no.

Saturday Morning Blessings

Saturdays are one of my favorite days of the week. Although between our busy schedules (Ben coaching, my weekend classes, etc.) we do not get many Saturday mornings together, I love when we get to wake up without an alarm. I never thought about how fun a Saturday could be from start to finish with Ben before we got married. Now, I love lazily waking up and rolling over and talking as we try to manage to get out of our comfy, warm bed.

Ben loves cooking breakfast. Not so much dinner, but breakfast is his specialty. That being said, I usually get a fresh cup of coffee and home-made something. He sometimes even brings me breakfast in bed! Today, it was pancakes (or as we like to say from one of our favorite movies, Panclarkes. That’s from 50 First Dates if you don’t know.), a cup of coffee, and a husband covered in flour for a good laugh. I have also been eating next to the sweet yellow flowers I was brought last week.

Saturday morning blessings.
Saturday morning blessings.

Sometimes we don’t take the chance to slow down. Saturday mornings that my  husband and I spend together let us do just that. We can talk about things that do not revolve around our week, that don’t revolve around work or school or whatever. We can just be together. That is why I love Saturdays so much.

Don’t get me wrong, we always have something to do on Saturdays. Grocery shopping. Homework (LOTS of that today). Cleaning. But whatever we do, it always seems to be just a little bit better knowing we are together and don’t have to be on a time schedule.

It is so important for us to slow down sometimes, and stop with all the things that carry the weight of “having to be done by this time” and “if I don’t get it done everything will fall to pieces”. Sometimes we go and go and go so much, that we are missing out on the little joys and blessings that life brings.

Have you ever heard the old song “Come thou Fount of Every Blessing”? It goes like this: Come, thou Fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy grace. Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise…. Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God; He to rescue me from danger, interposed His precious blood.”

Friends, we are so so blessed. We have a roof over our heads. Shoes on our feet. Loved ones who take care of us. And a Heavenly Father who adores us.

Take time to slow down and remember your blessings today. Spend time with people who you miss. Love on each other! We only have so much time in this beautiful world and it shouldn’t always be spent watching the clock and running a million miles an hour.

Psalm 16:5-6 “LORD, You are my portion and my cup of blessing; You hold my future. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.”

Much love!


Bad Breath, Toots, and Snuggling: A Newlywed’s Guide to Sharing a Bed

Okay, so before we kick off this interesting post, we wanted to note that we usually will try to post every other day. However, lives get busy, and we have not been able to post for a few days. To make up for this, we thought we would add a little humor to the newest post. 🙂

There are many “things” about marriage. Sweet things. Cute things. Lovey-dovey things. And then there are WEIRD things. Things that you don’t picture in  your Cinderella-dream-come-true marriage. Not necessarily bad things, just not typically “cute” or “sweet”.

Things like… sleeping butt to butt. That’s right, not cuddled up. Turned opposite ways with butts touching. It’s like the gobs of Nicholas Sparks material give people a preconceived notion of what sharing a bed with someone is supposed to look like. You know, facing each other, nose to nose, falling asleep in each others’ arms junk.

In reality, there are several things wrong with this picture. First of all, people get bad breath. Then someone farts in their sleep. Snoring or talking in your sleep is a common occurrence. The other person’s alarm goes off A MILLION times before they turn the thing off and get out of bed. Covers are stolen and someone freezes all night. Drool marks are left on pillows. So, don’t be fooled; sharing a bed isn’t always a “Notebook experience.” Sometimes, you just gotta sleep butt to butt.

However, there is nothing like the feeling of knowing you have your best friend right there with you. Especially when that person tells you what you were talking about in  your sleep the night before (For Ben, this is basketball games. For Lindsey, it ends up being something like being on Family Feud or buying a new house. Priorities, folks.), or how you accidentally tooted in your sleep and they ran out of bed faster than a bird going after a french fry. In all seriousness, there is nothing quite the same as learning how to share a bed with someone.  Although interesting (and a times, amusing), we wouldn’t trade being by each others’ side for anything. Not even for one toot-less night.

-Ben and Lindsey


This post is in response to The Daily Post’s weekly challenge about Rewards

Browsing through the contestants of this week’s photo challenge, I saw a lot of interpretations of the word reward. Many of the interpretations discussed things with a high monetary value; there were a lot of posts that involved food, and even some that involved sleep. All of these things are awesome, especially that part about sleeping. As a middle school teacher and coach, I know where those people are coming from! However, as I began to think about rewards that I have personally received, money, food, and sleep were not the things that came to mind.

My degree from North Georgia College and State University

My college degree is my reward for hard work and dedication.

The door to the home that I am able to provide for my wife

My home is my reward for my effort at work and the diligence of budgeting. The fact that I can provide a safe place for my wife and myself is its own reward.

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My beautiful wife

Last, but certainly not least, my wonderful wife is my reward for patience and prayer.

People often fail to see their rewards in everyday life. Take a moment and reflect. Rewards are easy to see if you will only look.

Leaving a Legacy

This past weekend, we celebrated my grandfather’s (aka Pops) 80th birthday. My dad had everyone over to his house (about 50 people), and some of those who couldn’t make it sent in videos to my aunt wishing Pops well. She put those videos together and made a slideshow of pictures of my Pops and some of the most memorable moments in his life.

Pops was the main pharmacist in a small town in Murray County, GA. He owned his own pharmacy and catered to everyone he came across. It didn’t matter what time of day someone needed him, if they had financial issues, or even if he needed to drive a prescription out to a patient’s home; whatever the need, he filled it. I love hearing these stories, because it shows how much he truly loves people. He did anything that his customers needed, and they were always so thankful and fond of him. Not to mention, his wife (my sweet Nana) was always by his side helping him. She has the same love of people, and they both just strive to make the world a better place. Always have, always will. They are such sweet blessings in my life.

My sweet grandparents years ago! Look at the love in their eyes! They still love each other that much, and more. So sweet.

In the videos that were sent in for his birthday party, there were people that he had not spoken to in decades wishing him happy birthday and blessings. They would still talk about the pharmacy, and how he and my Nana sacrificed so much for the community. How amazing is that? People that could have easily forgotten over decades never did- they always remembered my grandparents’ legacy.

What a wonderful example of how to be thought of. Kindness. Love. Willingness to serve. Always a shoulder to lean on. Willing to go the extra mile. Always wanting to bring the best out in people. Having a helping heart. Loving the Lord, and loving on people. Sharing the blessings that life has given us. This is a legacy to remember.

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Me, Pops, Nana, and Ben

I am so thankful for the example that my sweet grandparents have set. I have always admired them for their hard work and dedication. I hope that someday, when I have my own clients as an OT, to show the same type of loyalty that Pops showed to his customers. Not only that, but I hope that I show my friends and family that same character each day.

So think about this: what will your legacy be? Do you like how it is looking right now? If not, change it! Love others. Be kind. And enjoy life to the fullest! 🙂


Southern Snow Daze

Hey, everybody. It’s Ben, and I will just go ahead and tell you that I have no idea how to start a blog post. In fact, one of the concerns that I voiced to Lindsey when she suggested starting a blog was, “Nobody cares about what I have to say.” Now, that may be true, but I am going to write anyways just to spite everyone…just kidding!

So, the only day I worked last week was on Monday. That night it began snowing, and we got around 5-6 inches of pure, fluffy, white goodness by Thursday. Goodbye to the rest of my work week. I got some extra days with my lady, so that was a ton of fun.

Don’t make fun of Charlie.

Anyways, I digress. Since I was at home four extra days, I let my mind wander back to snow days I had when I was much younger. When I was growing up, my family always tried to keep the snow untouched in the front yard. What I mean by that is we didn’t want any footprints in the front yard. It was supposed to stay postcard pristine. We just thought it was too pretty of a picture to mess up. However, that sentiment lasted only two days or so as my sister and I grew more restless with the amount of snow lessening in the backyard.

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Snow falling, no footprints.

One of the thoughts I had while on my extended winter break was that there was no way I was going to get a picture of the snow that was postcard worthy, especially with all the little kids that run around here all the time. So as fate would have it, when my wife and I went out to look at the snow, there were footprints everywhere. Later in the week, I saw several snowmen that were built and even more kids playing out in the snow.

Footprints in the snow.
Footprints in the snow.

Thinking back to all those footprints, my reaction was, “So what?” Those footprints that were messing up my beautiful Thomas Kinkade picturesque scenery were more beautiful than anything that I can think of. Those footprints belonged to kids with limitless potential. One of those footprints could have belonged to the doctor who will find a cure for cancer or a future president of the United States. In short, my “Hey, you kids! Get off my lawn!” attitude is pretty much invalid when considering the amount of joy those kids undoubtedly experienced playing in the snow. In short, Old Man Massengale had a great time playing in the snow too- and in the front yard, even!