Shop the fall collection ➔

The girl who gets married out of college to her only long-term boyfriend. The girl who thinks that because you are soulmates from here on out the hard part is over. The girl who thought marriage would be easy and that you would never feel unsure of how to support your spouse in whatever troubles they may be going through at the time. The girl who thought love was something that just happens, and no effort is required for you to continue to love someone. 

I was THAT girl—until it happened to me. 

Until my spouse sent me a text saying “I don’t know how to keep going like this.” Until I felt unsure of how to support my husband as he went through a time of personal growth. Until I had to dig deep to find the things that I loved about my spouse. Until I learned that marriage is hard and takes constant effort. 

The girl who thought you could have aggressive professional goals while being a wife and mom and feel like your life is perfectly balanced. The girl who moved up the ladder quickly and didn’t understand why other women left the profession once they became mothers. The girl who never wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. 

I was THAT girl—until it happened to me.

Until I rose up the ladder and got to a place where I no longer felt like I was fulfilled by my work. Until I was six months pregnant, my mother’s intuition kicked in and I knew that I couldn’t stand to be away from my newborn for 60-70 hours a week during the upcoming busy season at my job. Until I felt the desire to not miss out on any part of my son’s childhood.

The girl who believed (and maybe even told a few people in her life) you get pregnant when you stop trying. The girl who assumed a positive pregnancy test meant you would have a baby in your arms nine months later. The girl who was blessed with a child that she felt should fill her heart.

I was THAT girl—until it happened to me.

Until I knew how incredibly hard it was to pray for a child and to remove the “trying” from the situation. Until I sat in that Doctor’s office hearing the news that what should have been my eight-week-old fetus stopped developing two weeks ago. Until I went in for an ultrasound having had a positive pregnancy test and all the pregnancy symptoms only to find out that my uterus was empty. Until I had a three-year-old who I loved dearly even while my heart still had more love to give.

The girl who thought everyone should be excited for you when you are pregnant. The girl who thought people wanted to hear your pregnancy ups and downs. The girl who openly talked about her child’s birth story to anyone that might listen. 

I was THAT girl—until it happened to me.

Until I experienced the pain that comes from someone else announcing a pregnancy while I struggle to get pregnant. Until I knew what it was like to want nothing more than to have the opportunity for those ups and downs. Until I was on the other side of listening to birth stories and felt my soul crushing inside, unsure of whether I would ever have another story to tell.

The girl who went to church with her family growing up. The girl who said she believed in God. The girl who would pray for God to help her with her strengths. The girl who baptized her son and went to church when it was convenient.

I was THAT girl—until ALL these other things happened to me.

Until I figured out He loved me not only for my strengths, but for my weaknesses as well. Until I was brave enough to no longer apologize to Him for my shortcomings and to trust that He loves my whole being. Until I realized that faith and believing is more than about showing up to church each week. 

While I may have been THAT girl, I am not her anymore.

The girl who realized how incredibly easy it is to judge a situation that you haven’t been in. The girl who believed she was exempt from going through troubling times. The girl who hadn’t taken the time to truly listen to someone on the other side of a situation.

To all of you who are also no longer THAT girl (or aspire to not be THAT girl), I see you. I hear you. You are not alone. And, if you are anything like me, it may have taken you multiple situations or years of struggle to come to your realization that life is more enjoyable when you are brave enough to no longer be THAT girl. 

Sheila Hansen

Hey, I'm Sheila. After ups, downs, soul searching, and life happenings, I have decided that when it comes down to it you should love your life. Do what makes you happy, laugh often, and get in a good sweat session daily. I am a wife, boy mom of a toddler, CPA, online fitness coach and PiYo Instructor. I have lived in Nebraska my whole life, growing up in Omaha and now living on an acreage outside of the city. My passion is passing along what I have learned to others...helping them Love, Laugh and Sweat! Follow me at

The Best Marriage Advice We Ever Got: Touch Feet Every Night

In: Faith, Marriage
Couple touching feet in bed

Twenty-six years ago this summer, I got a tiny piece of advice on my wedding day that has kept me from making a huge mistake time and time again. A wise woman told me, “When you climb in bed each night with your husband, make sure that your feet touch under the covers. It’s hard to be mad at someone and touch feet.”  I had no idea, all those years ago, how impactful this piece of advice would be and how many times in our marriage this would be the small act that kept us united. This simple act of...

Keep Reading

Faith is a Verb, So We Go to Church

In: Faith, Motherhood
Woman and teen daughter in church pew

Every Sunday morning we rush out the door bribing, coaxing, and threatening our kids to just “Get into the van!” Luckily, we live remotely rural so we don’t have neighbors to witness our often un-Christlike eye rolls and harsh sighs as we buckle each other up. We’ve always lived within a five-minute drive to a chapel, and yet we are usually there not two minutes before the service starts. Once sitting in our seats, we’re on high alert for noise control and sibling altercations for the next hour of what is supposed to be a peaceful, sacred, spirit-filled service. Which...

Keep Reading

3 Simple Ways to Be a More Confident Mother

In: Faith, Motherhood
Mother and young child smiling outside

Do you ever ask yourself why you can’t be more like that mom or why can’t your kids be like those kids? The comparison trap is an easy one to fall into if we aren’t careful. At the click of our fingers, we see Pinterest-worthy motherhood in every category. From the mom with the black-belt kids to the mom with Marie Kondo organizing skills—it’s easy to look at their lives and feel like we’ve fallen short. Even worse, is when we start to strive to become something we aren’t or prod our kids to become something they aren’t.  Comparison makes...

Keep Reading

Grief Is Persistent But God Is Faithful

In: Faith, Grief, Loss
Woman praying by ocean

The loss of a parent doesn’t just sting, it leaves you with an irreplaceable hole in your heart. It’s been two years since my loving daddy went home to be with Jesus, and the loss I feel is still unimaginable.  I know in my heart he’s in a better place that is absent of pain and distress. However, his physical presence and wisdom are so dearly missed here on this earth.  He left behind an army of a family who adored him and looked to him for solid guidance. No matter how hard I try to look to the bright...

Keep Reading

I Gave up on God but He Never Gave up on Me

In: Faith, Motherhood
Mother hugging son, color photo

I grew up in a religious house. We went to church every Sunday. My mom taught Sunday school, and we participated as a family in most church events. We believed in the power of prayer, hope, faith, love, and forgiveness. As a little girl, I watched my dad kneel at the side of the bed every night and say his prayers. In the last six years, my faith has not been what it should have been. It has plummeted into the depths of nothingness, buried deep below the darkness. I have felt angry and abandoned by God. In response, I...

Keep Reading

I Count My Blessings Every Day

In: Faith
Mom and child by beach

I remember being jealous of my classmates often. I would look at the girls at my school who seemed to be living such a carefree life. They would do well in school effortlessly and go home to their moms, dads, and siblings, to a house they’d grown up in. I wanted that so much for myself! I wanted my mom and dad to be together, and if it wasn’t too much to ask, a sibling or two. I wanted us to live in a house where I could have my own room, but I wouldn’t mind sharing if I had...

Keep Reading

Dear Lord, Make Me a Grace Hunter

In: Faith
Woman with crutches looking out window, black-and-white photo

I want to be known as a grace hunter. Every day, I pray I would be given eyes to see the world in which we live through a lens of grace—a lens that causes me to marvel at the ways of my God and be constantly filled with wonder. I am thankful I have no choice but to live life at a slower pace. I pray for the ability to see the beauty and God’s grace in the seemingly small and insignificant things. RELATED: In the Midst of Grief, There is Grace I pray for eyes to see His grace even...

Keep Reading

Dear Daughter, Follow Your Beautiful Heart

In: Faith, Kids
Mother and daughter smiling

When I held you in my arms for the first time, it was like time stopped. As you looked up at me with innocence and new life, I was struck by the reality that my main role in your life would be to guide and direct you on the right path. I hoped I would do the best job possible. As I watched you grow, I basked in your joy of putting on your pretty dresses, adorned with layers of costume jewelry, parading around the house for your father and me to see. I dreamed often of what path you...

Keep Reading

So God Made Midnight

In: Faith, Motherhood
Mother and newborn

When God created a mother, He created her to love and serve in every moment. He knew the constant need would sometimes overwhelm her and she would have no choice but to rely on His strength and grace. He knew she would feel like there weren’t enough hours in the day . . . so God made midnight. He knew a mama’s days with a newborn would be busy and sometimes chaotic. He knew she would be distracted by meeting needs and attempting to find balance—that sneaking in a hot shower would become almost a luxury . . . so...

Keep Reading

Lord, I Don’t Want To Face This Storm

In: Faith
Rain cloud over a lake, color photo

“I feel like I’m right in the middle of that rain shaft, suspended over the ocean,” I told my husband as we waited out a Florida afternoon rain on our hotel balcony. “There’s light and beauty all around me, but I feel like I’m just lost in that storm.”  Just two nights before, we awoke to the cries of our 11-year-old son, the pain in his right lower abdomen so great that he woke up from a deep sleep. Our vacation took a solemn turn as my husband loaded him up in our rental car and drove to a children’s...

Keep Reading