I am Chance, husband to Whitney and proud supporter of all the duties implied therein! There are a few nicknames to which I am sometimes called to which I will neither acknowledge or repeat here. Just getting that out of the way.
I am student of creative writing at Full Sail University, musician, active member of my church & proud nerd.
Chances Taken, is the space I am calling my own here on Whitney’s blog. A place where I may most post some of my writing, some faith inspired, and perhaps the occasional bit of nerdy- goodness.
Look for all of the posts by me by clicking on the “Chances Taken” tag, under the tag menu.
When you grow up and think about your life plans, you always envision how life is going to be… for me I thought that I was going to get married young (check), go to school young (sort of check) and have children young, and by the time I was 30 I would have at least a few children and would be happily living life as a mother and have an established family.
Chance and I have been married for over 11 years, and looking back I would have never imagined that I would have any issues having kids. After the first couple of years of not having any children you really just start seeing everyone who is pregnant, and wondering…..”Why not me?” I admit it was upsetting, I’m sure it stemmed from jealousy. You would see people on the news treating their children terrible and ask yourself and ask God, “Why do people who don’t even want children have them?” I started making it personal, thinking I wasn’t good enough to be a mother but so many other people were. A lot of my depression and anxiety started here. I tried to not talk about it, I tried to act like it didn’t bother me, but for the first 5-6 years it did, especially when you had so many people asking when you are going to have children and why we don’t have kids yet, etc. or people joking about being pregnant. It’s not their fault, I understand that most of the times that’s the way it goes. You get married; you have children & start a family.
We both went to the doctors and got checked out, and medically we were fine. We should be able to have children. I know there are many options to having kids alternatively, but for us, especially back then, financially it wasn’t an option, I’ve even had people tell me that if you can’t afford to adopt, or consider IVF or other fertility treatments, that you shouldn’t even think about having children, which made me start feeling even worse about myself because I started thinking about the possibility of being pregnant and then not being able to financially support kids. So I started thinking, “Is this why I can’t have kids, because God knows I can’t handle it?”
I started thinking that losing weight would be better than nothing and could possibly be what is causing us from having kids. So I started changing things in May of 2014, and I ended up losing 70 lbs. within a year and a half or so, which helped me feel a little better. Plexus found me in November of 2015 and once I started taking those supplements my health felt SO much better and I knew these products were something I was going to continue with because of how good it made me feel, and knowing I was healing my body with plants was definitely a perk. I started researching more about Plexus and started seeing there were a lot of gut health issues linked to infertility, among so many other things. I started reading success stories of people with infertility issues getting pregnant after a few months of taking Plexus, and that was exciting to me… but after years of seeing the negative sign, you never truly think it is possible. There is something amazing knowing that Plexus has helped others with so many issues, including infertility and even if these products aren’t helping me get pregnant right now, they are still helping me with so many other issues, including the LONG battle with depression.
Here I am, 32 years old, Not pregnant yet, still thankful with how Plexus has been healing me from the inside out, and genuinely happy when I see people announce their pregnancies, anger and jealousy doesn’t come into my heart anymore—and for that I am very thankful. I love my nieces and my nephew; I love children. I used to think that maybe I am not supposed to have children. I must admit that having kids now would change our lives—everything we do now would be different. I’m ok with that, but now after being lent a book from a good friend, called, “We’re Pregnant : How to Receive God’s Cure for Infertility” by Dianne Leman, I have faith that it IS going to happen, and that God does want me to be a mother. Instead of settling on a lie, saying I will never be a mother, I am thanking God for his promises and knowing that God is still in control….and it is well with my soul.
What is your mountain? Don’t tell God about your mountain and expect it to move. Tell your mountain about God and command it to move by the authority that God has already provided to all of us who believe.
by: Whitney Linck
darkness all around.
Sweeping me off my feet,
on rocky ground.
The battle is inside of my head.
Telling me I’m not loved,
telling me I’m dead.
a familiar place.
It comes when I’m running,
away from Your grace.
I have seen Your ways.
no longer a heart of joy.
Darkness sinks in,
pain all around.
buried in the ground.
It’s time for me to wake up.
I’m ready to give it all I’ve got.
I can no longer battle my flesh.
I can no longer try to do it all myself.
For You have been with me,
even in my sleep.
For You have always Loved me.
It’s time to wake up.
Divinely Inspired Writings:
Refer to my introductory post here.
Do you ever start writing things down that just come to you, and you have no idea where it is coming from at that moment? I’ve never thought of myself as a writer, but I do know that when I get the urge to write It usually comes out in poems. I have been woken up in the middle of the night with a line of a poem, and I have to write it down. I sometimes even write entire poems out, and set them aside and come back a month or two later and read these poems I wrote and have no recollection of doing it, or even what it said. It was like reading someone else’s work for the first time.
I didn’t realize that God was speaking to me and He was speaking to me through poetry.
I love that God gives me these tidbits of inspiration time after time and I often go back and read them and get refreshed and renewed with His promises.
Some of the poetry I’ve written is just for me, and I will cherish that. There is also some poetry that I believe is for you too, and I will be sharing for you, from Him.
A few months ago I posted on social media about my poor little dog, Toby. I thought it was a good reminder and wanted to share it.
Today started as your normal day, you know, the days where you are running a half a minute behind, you flat iron your hair quickly, throw on some clothes, and hope that the jeans you want to wear with your gray booties are clean. You put the makeup basics on and then take your vitamins as your running out of the house and heading to work by 8 am. Today I just happened to grab a package that needed to be sent via the USPS. While at work I told my supervisor that I would go to the post office and grab the mail today so I could take my package. While getting in my car, I hear “riiiiiippp” screaming throughout the car and I have an instant feeling of panic. Thinking to myself, “I knew this was going to happen”. I wear jeans out easily and it was about time for them to go. The joys of being a big gal when your legs rub together is that jeans will wear out, especially if they are your favorite ones and are worn often.
So now I am sitting in my car trying to make the snap decision if I’m going to walk back inside my office and grab my house keys… or If I am going to just go to the back of my house and use the keypad to get in, it takes longer, and I will get our dogs all riled up and they will think it’s time to play. I decide to just go with it and do the long route, because my pants are ripped and why would I want someone seeing me like that.
I get to my house and open up the back gate and there is my little Toby dog there just jumping and excited to see me, with snow all over him. In the hustle & bustle of the morning, he was left outside this morning.
I was instantly beaming with joy, sad that we left him outside, but so thankful that God works in mysterious ways! If it wasn’t for me needing to mail a package, for my pants ripping, and for me leaving my house keys at work, I would have left my small yorkie-poo dog in the cold wind & snow until I got home for lunch, and he is not accustomed to this weather.
This is a perfect example of how God uses even the small things that you don’t think matter, to help make you aware of things. I could have turned to anger when my pants ripped, but I sort of laughed it off, I could have gone back for my keys, but I thought I would just use the keypad instead.
I am so thankful for the reminder that He is in our lives even in the small parts, when we think things don’t matter. He may not have made my pants rip, or made me forget my keys, but He did use those things to help me find my dog, and made something that could have been devastating, perfect.
I am a “Jill of all trades”. I may not do everything amazingly, but I enjoy doing and trying new things.
With this blog I plan on showcasing my creativeness through my many adventures! Documenting my thoughts along the way as an outlet of expression for myself, and also for anyone else that sometimes feels the need to do it all, in proportion of course.
Who says we can’t try new things, and excel, or even be absolutely terrible at them? What is the hurt in trying?
Let me introduce myself. My name is Whitney. I come from a small community where usually everybody knows each other. Unfortunately that means they usually know your business too, which could be a good or bad thing…you decide.
I am married, am a daughter, sister, aunt, friend and a child of God. I have a bachelor’s degree in graphic design, I am a photographer, crafter, baker, registered yoga instructor, network marketer, praise team worship leader, and last but not least I am a dog mom of 6. My dogs are my babies. You’ve heard of crazy cat ladies, right? Just call me the crazy dog lady! The reason we have 6 dogs is because we DO NOT WANT 7! Well, okay the real reason is because we thought we could breed ( not on purpose ) and sell puppies to close friends or family, but we ended up falling in love with all of them & kept them all. 5 Yorkie-Poos, named Lola, Boris, Bella, Lucy and Toby. The 6th and final member of the pack is is Odin, Odie for short, or Mr. Odin when he is in trouble. This is our English Bulldog, one of the biggest, whiniest dog baby I have ever seen, but he is loyal, and he is a momma’s boy for sure. We ended up getting him when a sale ad came up on social media for $25!!!! $25 y’all, I couldn’t let someone who could afford $25 purchase him and not treat him well because he was already skinny looking and skittish.
I love Jesus, and I have a relationship with Him. When you are a control freak like me it is sometimes hard to let Him direct your path. Nevertheless, I am on a journey to STOP worrying, STOP trying to decide my future myself, and START letting Him do what He has promised to do. I am a human, and I fail every single day, but my love for the Lord is real, authentic and I want to share that with others.
I am a farm girl at heart, though I’ve never lived on a farm. I used to watch Little House On The Prairie with my mom when I was younger, and I’ve loved the farm, self sufficient life. I am slowly learning how to become more self sufficient, and eventually one day, I’ll live on a farm and someday I’ll have chickens.