My favorite type of writing is conversational. I love reading and writing as if someone were actually sitting across from me having a conversation on whatever topic we decided. I also love rabbit trails. Some people hate them. I love them. I feel like you get to know a person more by what distracts them than by what focuses them.
So will you do me a quick favor? Imagine two white faux leather couches with squared off arms and rounded backs, set perpendicular to one another. In the center is one brown fluffy rug and laid not-so-neatly across it is a cowhide rug. Because...layering. My husband hates it, but I saw it on Pinterest so it works for me.
There's no coffee table because we currently are in baby/toddler season and squared off corners of hard surfaces are like magnets for little bodies. So there's an ottoman from Urban that houses the blankets in case you get chilly. It was supposed to be pink but turned out to be like a beige-ish. Thanks online shopping.
My Tyson (husband) will probably make us a latte because he's super proud of his amazing latte art and his shots always pour way better than mine. Little white cups. latte art, music playing somewhere between Frozen and Civil Wars. My hair's in a messy bun, unless you're the queen, then it's fully curled, eyelashes are on and armpits are shaved. #tmi?
The last touch is that the windows are a mess, but I can't help having curtains open, especially in the morning. There's a flock of birds that both sing and poop on the front porch from 8-3ish and it's one of the best things ever.
Where are we? My living room in Austin, Texas.
If you'd asked me 5 years ago where I'd be in five years, Texas wouldn't have been anywhere on my radar. I would have probably said "LA" or "Temecula" (the little town I grew up in), leading worship with my husband and on our 3rd baby by now. I wanted to be a teacher, psychologist, counselor, country singer, and FBI agent all at the same time. I dreamed pretty big but never, NEVER in my wild west dreams (see what I did there?) would I have predicted the Morlet's would be living in the south.
My story is a bit of a soap opera, from the beginning to now, but I'm okay with it. I was abused as a child, raised by a single mother who eventually married my step dad, who I affectionately call Dad and refer to as my first knight in shining armor. I started in singing in kids choirs pretty young and while I always knew music would be forever a part of who I was, living into it fully as a calling or occupation was a pipe dream. One that I definitely pursued, but you know those dreams...the ones that you have but deep down in the back of your mind think, "This is never gonna happen."
That was singing for me.
I wasn't a big dater in high school and college. I usually got stuck on one guy and let that drag on for a couple years. After my high school crush crushed me, I made a silent vow to run every other guy by my dad, and asked him to screen them for me. I wasn't about repeat heartbreak. Too much work. Too much crying and I was wasting a crap load of mascara.
I left for college in August of 2006 and while I was excited to get away from home, I was terrified of being in the unfamiliar. But I can whole heartedly say, my college years were some of the best years of my life. There's nothing like the cliff of a college education that will make you feel like Jack on the Titanic. "WE COULD DO ANYTHING WE WANTED!" I remember yelling at my friends. Seriously. The idea of the possibilities was almost incapacitating for me. I changed my major and shameful amount of times and my dean finally sat me down and said, "Miss Hallworth, you HAVE to choose a major. You will not graduate." #thatwasafunweek
I chose Human Services. So basically, the world was my oyster. I could work with humans.
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I met my dream guy in April of 2007, but when he told me he loved me that next Summer, I was already dating someone else pretty seriously and I believe my exact words were, "I'm flattered, but I just don't see you like that." #truestory
That was the Summer of agony for both of us. God was telling him to wait, and he's not a waiter. And He was telling me to jump, and I'm not a jumper. It was this weirdly beautiful Summer full of Starbucks passion tea, college worship nights, campfires, Mike and Ikes, and prayer. Journal after journal, I remember writing down something like, "It's gonna be him isn't it?"
I came home from school in August 2008 because the economy had just crashed, in what felt like overnight, and I had no money. The first few weeks of being home I was miserable. I'm the plan girl. I like to know where we're going. Not like details, but the general direction, and now, I had none. Until that one guy called me up and said, "Hey, I wrote this song and I need your vocals on it. Just come record it real quick. We don't have to talk about anything."
Long story short, I walked into our makeshift studio, recorded my parts, and as he was finishing up his, this very figurative light bulb went off in my head.
He loves Jesus. I love Jesus.
He loves music. I love music.
He is running hard after God. I'm running hard after God.
His heart for the world and the Church is unmatched.
He adores me. I think he's pretty hot.
This is him. This is the guy I've been waiting for.
He walked out of the studio. We packed up our things and headed to the parking lot where I very unromantically said with a fire in my belly and a smile on my face, "Ok. Let's do it. I'll marry you."
The rest, well, it's only been almost 9 years so far, but it feels like the good-kind of forever. He makes me better in every single way. He brings out the best version of me. He pushes me towards my passions and even nudges me off cliffs when I'm recoiling in fear.
Good men exist. I promise. Just keep running the race God set out for you, and when you see a guy coming up in your peripherals, take a look, if he's cute and he loves Jesus, marry him. Don't settle.
We've done a lot in those short years and now, we're in Austin. Texas. Where the cows roam on the side of the freeways next to my grocery store. We're at a church we've been undeniably called by God to, and we're using every single tool and lesson He's ever taught us, in one place.
Have you ever felt like everything you've doing is a waste of time? You could be doing so much more? Just me? Okay.
Well it's not. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that God never wastes a moment. Each day, year, season, or meaningless hour is building upon the next. Whether it's rooting you, watering you, pruning you or flourishing you. They all come in waves and they're never wasted.
That's what this space is about. It's about the process of nourishment. Sure, it's my story and a window into this crazy life, but I hope somewhere, you'll see a tiny bit of your story. Whether in the heartache or the joy, or even both.
I hope you're reminded that you're not alone. It's not JUST you going through the storm.
I hope you're inspired to press on. There's someone on the other side of your tunnel that needs you to come through and say, "Dang that was tough sh**. But I made it.
You can too."
You can read more details of our love story here :)