Gettin' Dunked

He is perfect to me. The "Comedian", The Honor Roll Student,The One Who Likes to Talk (and makes me crazy at times.) The Big Brother (who pushes all the right buttons on his little brother.) The One Who Makes Me Laugh in spite of myself. He is sweet and smart and respectful, but above all these things - He wants to follow Christ and be baptized. He's been asking about it for a while but we wanted to make sure he understood that it means he is choosing Jesus and not just being dunked under water.
Easter Sunday is the big day. Matt and I were both coincidentally baptized on Easter so it's extra special.

There are things in my life I've done and decisions I've made that I'm not proud of, BUT having my children isn't one of them. I am so proud of both of my boys and couldn't be happier that Logan is choosing Jesus.

These moments in life come as such a surprise to me. When Matt and I decided to have a baby, that's exactly all I thought about - a baby. Not that he would grow up, go through different phases, have problems of his own and feelings of his own. Navigating my way through certain lessons that come with growing up has had me wanting to run scared, if I'm being honest. It grips you when you're not expecting it. A simple look or comment can throw my mind into thoughts that I just don't know if I have what it takes to turn this child into a real grown person.

When Logan was ready to do this, I immediately thought of the baby I gave birth to and how I felt in that hospital room, how scared I was that I was responsible for another human life. I know I don't do everything right as a parent but if I can instill a strong faith and love for God in their hearts, then I've done the most important thing of all.

Sick of...

I'm sick of politics. I'm sick of technology. I'm sick of watching people rush around and not take time for each other. I'm sick of watching children act up and parents not teaching their kids respect and basic manners. I'm sick of complainers that don't do anything to change their circumstances. Most of all, I'm sick of feeling all these things and not saying anything about it. So I did.

Politics: Doesn't solve the problems.
Technology: Can be great but is used too often and strips us from quality time with each other.
Rushing Around: Why are we in such a hurry? Are we that fond of death? Take a chill pill people!
Disrespectful Children and Lazy Parents: You are raising the people who will be in charge one day. Maybe they should learn a simple "please" and "thank you".
Complainers: It's one thing to go through a very difficult time and vent but if you are constantly in a bind of some kind you really need to ask yourself what the common denominator is. Make better choices and use all the energy used to complain, to pray.

Anyone else? Leave a comment and tell me what you're sick of. :-)

God Wins

God Wins. Two small words that carry so much power. Today in church this is what our pastor spoke, those two little, GIANT words. People are hurting so much these days. I see it everywhere. I've been there and no doubt there will be another time when I need to remember that God Wins. When we are in the pit, it feels like no one hears us, even God. There are people in my family that need to hear those words, there are friends that need to hear those words and there are neighbors, and all kinds of people walking around feeling empty and looking for so many things to fill their voids, and they look every place but to the one being that always WINS. Why is that? Well, maybe because when we are far from God, He doesn't seem tangible. I know when I was in the pit, I gave up because I felt like He wasn't paying attention to me any way. Why would all these bad feelings keep stirring up if He was there for me? So instead of pressing towards God, I pushed Him even farther away. I didn't want to hear anyone tell me that I needed to look on the bright side or that God was in control. It takes some of us to get to the bottom of our empty fillers to begin to pray again because we don't have any other option. And all along He was the only option and it is in this that if we really open our eyes, we can see the purpose.

Not long ago, I lost someone very close to me to cancer. She was such a special lady and gave everything she had to God. She devoted her life to a ministry and loved helping people. When she passed, I fell into a pit and really felt like I could have done more for her. I wish I could say I'm over that feeling but I'm not there yet. What I didn't know at the time is that because of that experience I would be used for God's purpose in someone else's life.

The other day, I received a text from my pastor about a girl in our church who was losing her mother. He asked me to call her. When I began the phone call, I had no idea what I would say or if I could offer any kind of comfort for her. When we started talking I could hear God say "Just pray for her" - so I did. I also told her that I couldn't understand what it would be like to lose your mom but that I had lost someone close to me and could only imagine how she felt. She opened up to me some more. I later learned that she had lost her father some years back and didn't have a church family to comfort her and had turned to drugs and alcohol. I have never felt such an anointing on my spirit and I began to cry without control over it. It was during that feeling that I understood a small part of what God wants to me to do. It's what I think we all are supposed to do - Use our experiences to help others get through the hard times in life. I don't know what that looks like for everyone and every situation is different. I know that coming out of my last time in the pit, I knew that I wanted to help others out or help keep them from going in. I hope I always say yes when the opportunity arises because that was the most amazing feeling ever!

OverwHELLmed

Life is a journey and some days the journey is glorious but some days the journey has you going through the pit of hell and you just feel overwhelmed.
I decided to write this blog because I had this feeling that could have only come from God, that people (especially women and even more so moms) have the disease to please and a need to show people that they have it all together. Well, this is exhausting when life can be exhausting enough all by itself without trying to prove something. I have to be honest with everything as I write so that I can honor God as I intended in doing this. Keeping it real (as I often say) which means showing off the good, bad and ugly.
I have opened up my thoughts and aspects of my life to show others that we are not always what we seem.
These are my myths:
I keep my home so clean and organized everyday. I never struggle to stay on a schedule. I never worry about the kids getting their homework done and having enough time for baseball or karate. My kids are always well behaved and I never raise my voice or freak out. I fix dinner every night and we always eat at the table as a family. The kids are always in bed by 8:30 and we read every night. I never fight with my husband. I could go on and on I'm sure. I will say that I strive to do right by my family but our life is not picture perfect.
Right now I am struggling with a new schedule that consists of working again a couple of days a week (YEA!), baseball which was added for Holden and has thrown a wrench into Logan's karate practice days. He was Tues. and Thurs. and now is Mon. and Wed. (Now I have something almost every night - I do NOT know how people do it that have their kids in more than one activity or have multiple kids in activities!) Matt is almost finished with tax time - YES! So I know this is temporary, but in this crazy moment I want to share pictures of what my house looks like these days. Enjoy!

I Do Believe I Was Just "Humored"!

You know how you're going along, being yourself and never thinking you could ever be a nuisance to anyone? No? Well then, pay attention to people because chances are someone has humored you. And I don't mean made you laugh, I mean tolerated a moment with you. One of my favorite shows of all time is Seinfeld. There is an episode where Jerry's mom can't believe that someone doesn't like Jerry and Jerry really can't believe it either. That is how I feel most of the time, like who couldn't like me? I'm funny, silly, happy (most of the time - at least as far as you know) and just an all around neat gal (if I do say so myself). Who knew that there are people out there who could care less?
Well, this realization happened to me the other day when I was chatting it up with someone and she just starts backing away and giving me that polite smile with the added "chuckle", and there I was thinking I'm so funny and charming. It was nothing I noticed right away. Things like this are subtle and oh-so nonchalant. But, come on - we've all been there. Someone starts talking to you and you're busy and really don't have time to chat, so you "humor" them for a sec while politely backing away until they get the hint. (Because you're too wimpy to just say - I'm busy, I can talk more later.) Well, I got the hint now you back-a-wayer!
To be fair, it may not be that I'm not liked, (although it's a definite possibility- who knows?) perhaps they just don't have time to hear me rattle on and on. Either way, now that I think about it, I'm fine with it - I am who I am. ( Got that piece of wisdom from Popeye.) Really though, I may not be everyone's cup of tea but that's OK with me.

Romans 8:31 - What then, shall we say in response to this? IF GOD IS FOR US, WHO CAN BE AGAINST US?

Take that whoever you are that doesn't like me past, present or future! (Although, I just can't imagine it!) :-)

Life is a Highway?

"Life is a highway... I want to ride it all night long." sings Rascal Flatts on the car radio. Holden loves this song and wants me to turn it up every time. I like this song too but let's face it - it's a load of bull.

My version: "Life is a highway... and then you take the wrong exit, drive down a scary street and have to lock all your doors, then you end up on some gravel road because you're night blind and you hit a few pot holes, so now you have a flat tire and have to call AAA... lalalalalala."

It's true but it's not as catchy.

My life has been a series of my version of that song. You're going along in life and you have to make a decision and sometimes you make the wrong one so it can get pretty scary, you then take measures to protect yourself but because you don't have the right tools, you end up worse off then ever. Now you find yourself stuck and finally you call on God.

I don't know how many times I've done this. You would think that after a few (quite a few) wrong exits or flat tires, I would learn to just keep God right there in the driver's seat while I enjoy the ride in the passenger's seat. I'm getting a little smarter, I have a membership with God's services and carry my card every day. It says:
"I sent My SON to die on a cross for you. I think I can handle this: call on ME."

Hey, does that mean Carrie Underwood is way smarter than Rascal Flatts? She sings "Jesus Take the Wheel." (I'm so clever.)

Hiding Places

MOM! MOM! MOM! MOOOOOOOM! One little word that said over and over again will lead me to need a hiding place. I have one too... my closet. It's a nice size but also cozy. It's located in my master bathroom and I can lock that door. I love being a wife and mother but there are those days when I feel like I can't take a breath. The daily routines in life can sometimes overwhelm me and I need just a few minutes of solace with God to calm me down so I can focus on what's important. I used to feel guilty about this but not anymore. It sounds strange and probably looks even stranger that a grown woman sits in her bedroom closet to get away from it all but I don't care. I've learned it's the only place in my house that "the others" won't bother me. (Probably because it is strange and they think I've lost it.) - Let them think whatever they want. It's what I call a preemptive strike so mom doesn't have to go to war.