tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43184050751068220122024-03-13T13:54:27.602-05:00Counting Our Blessings"Give Thanks Unto the Lord; For He is Good."Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111201430799402729noreply@blogger.comBlogger440125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4318405075106822012.post-64085158432193841562013-09-04T14:29:00.000-05:002013-09-04T15:13:07.593-05:00Birthday GirlHey friends! Life has been good, just busy. Isn't that the way it is for all of us? Blogging has been on the back-burner, I just haven't had the motivation nor been able to find the time for some reason. But I have a bazillion pictures and stories that I'd love to record. So, here we go...<br />
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A sweet little girl in our house turned 4 on July 13th and we celebrated with a super fun watercolor party. I am terrible about coming up with fun parties and to be honest, I'm just not a big birthday party fan. I know, it's a shame. I found this idea on a blog called <a href="http://www.thehandmadehome.net/">The Handmade Home</a>, and loved it! Now Ashley from The Handmade Home is super duper talented and fun, two things I sometimes struggle with. So I just totally copied her idea {she said it was okay}, and the party planning began!<br />
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I bought some water colors and canvases from Michaels and tied a simple pink ribbon around each set.<br />
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Then I painted some watercolor sheets to use as placemats. I got some solid white paper cups from Wal-Mart and also painted stripes on them. Easy-peasy!<br />
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I made a very simple {and cheap!} banner out of coffee filters by painting them and taping them over some ribbon that I strung from the light fixture above the table.<br />
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That gorgeous "4" was painted by my talented friend and that yummy cake was made by my granny with some help from a really cute little girl. It was such a gift to be able to spend time with my granny and try to learn all of her baking tricks. We call Allie Beth 'Myrtis' {my granny's name} because she is seriously her twin. I mean they are so much alike it is unreal. And I truly wouldn't pick another person on this planet for her to be like. I am so, so blessed to still have my granny. She is like the energizer bunny because she keeps going, and going, and going. She has more energy than me and she's 82!! Such a joy!<br />
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We had pink Kool-Aid in some little glass bottles with blue and white chevron straws. So cute!<br />
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It turned out to be a fun day and most of all my sweet "4" year old was happy! I'm so thankful for her 'firecracker' spirit! She loves hard and keeps us all straight! But where oh where is the time going?!! Slow down sweet girl! Slow down!<br />
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More to come...<br />
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Then the other day my 4 year old said something that was very inappropriate. Not a curse word but a comment that was extremely ugly. It stopped me in my tracks. I turned to discipline her. When I was done telling her not to ever say that again, and how Jesus wants us to be careful of every word we say, and that He says in the Bible that we should only speak words that are kind, she looked at me and said, "But Mama, you said that one time." Whoa. She was right. I had. <br />
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My point...they are listening. More than we think. They are watching. Every.single.move.<br />
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And I often forget that what we say and do in our home is literally forming the lives of the little people who live here.<br />
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We want them to one day love their spouse. To speak love and to show it. To respect each other. To honor one another as long as they both shall live. In sickness and in health. For better or for worse. <br />
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We want them to share. To obey. To be kind. To love others. To speak kindly. To forgive. To see the needs of others. To be generous.<br />
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We want them to have faith in God. To depend on Him. To trust Him. To love Him more than anything else.<br />
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We want them to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with their God.<br />
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To pray without ceasing. <br />
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To be joyful. And to serve the Lord with gladness. To be slow to anger. Slow to speak. And quick to listen.<br />
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To be content. Humble. Grateful. To work hard. To serve others. And be responsible.<br />
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To be trustworthy and honest. To speak words of life. Pleasant words. Words that are sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.<br />
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We want them to practice self-control. Meekness. Temperance. Gentleness. Goodness. <br />
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We want them to have a relationship, not just practice the ritual. To know that all that glitters is not gold. And that our true worth does not come from worldly possessions. <br />
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That we are told to count it all joy when we experience trials in this life because suffering produces perseverance, perseverance produces character, and character produces hope and hope does not disappoint.<br />
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But do we live it out? <br />
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When we experience trials do we count it all joy? When the air conditioner breaks and the car dies; when the bills stack up and we are short on funds; when our spouse irritates us and lets us down. When we get tired and worn out with all the expectations. All the hurry, noise, and busy. When we get angry do we speak words that build up or tear down?<br />
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When we are frustrated and tired, do we extend mercy and grace to those around us? Do we gossip and tear down others when we are hurt or disappointed in someone? Do we love the unlovable in ways that they can see?<br />
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We say it over and over. Day after day. We can quote scripture. We can even teach them scripture. And we should...<br />
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But how much more affective would it be if we actually LIVED what we said?<br />
As the old saying goes, "so much more is caught than is taught". I believe it. <br />
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Blessings,<br />
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Around here, we snack. And by we, I mean the little people. We wake up wanting a snack. We snack before breakfast. After breakfast. Before lunch. After lunch. Before we even get up from the supper table, somebody's asking if they can have a snack. It's crazy. I'm crazy. I'm tired of answering the ongoing question, "Can I have a snack?!"<br />
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My dear, sweet little sister called me the other day with a fantastic idea. She had seen the idea on <a href="http://www.lemonademakinmama.com/">Lemonade Makin' Mama</a> and thought it would be great for this snack-crazed family. And I couldn't agree more.<br />
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Welcome to 'Operation slash your Snacks'. <br />
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We now have what we call our snack basket. <br />
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I took Sasha's idea and fixed it to fit this family. Thank you Sasha. And Kimberly.<br />
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First of all, snacks before breakfast is over. I mean we all know, breakfast is the most important meal of the day, right? <br />
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So, I fix a basket of snacks at the beginning of each week. Enough to last the kiddos for that week. Every morning <em>after breakfast</em>, I set the snack basket out on the counter. The kids are welcome to get a snack at any time during the day. The best part is they know they do not have to ask me! Even though the snacks are to last a week, they can chose to eat them all in 2 days or they can make them last the week. Either way, when the basket is empty, the snacks are gone until the next week. I also like that because even at 6 and almost 4 they are learning to practice self-control and make their own decisions. And I think we parents try to dictate our children's EVERY move and it's not a good thing. They grow up to never be able to make a good decision on their own, therefore they follow. Good or bad. They follow. Okay, enough of that rant.<br />
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You can see they are not real adventureous eaters. Although they <em>are</em> venturing out a tad. When I originally went shopping for our snack basket, I grabbed a buggy full of pre-packaged snacks. But before I could get out of there, I had had a big change of heart and emptied pretty much all of it. I am totally into the money saving right now, so I just couldn't justify it. For instance, instead of the already made Rice Krispies I bought the stuff to make them and made about 4 times as many for the same price. I individually wrapped each square in that cuss-ed plastic wrap and put enough for the week in the basket and still had several left over for the next week. They may not keep that well, and if not, I'll just make a smaller batch next time. Either way, it's so much cheaper. A fav right now is Jello pudding. But it can get expensive. Especially when Daddy eats 2 or 3 a day as well. So instead of buying them already packaged, I mixed up a big bowl of pudding and found some super handy little cups to put it in. You'll see those later in the post. I bought some little snack bags and bagged grapes and Whales. There's not many things that frustrate me more than an open box of Whales or chips or crackers strewn all over the house. Not to mention the waste. Remember, we're saving money, people. Since they are bagged individually, the kids can put them back in the basket or frig if they don't want them all and finish them later. <br />
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Of course this took some time in the kitchen, and I'll tell you. I'm not a fan of being in the kitchen that much {although I'm coming around and starting to enjoy it more}, but I AM a fan of organization and less chaos. Anything to lessen stress and chaos is good. So it's worth it to me.<br />
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And another bonus is if you like to be on a budget, this is a good way to tangibly see where the money is going and how much is being spent/eaten in a weeks time. It's like how Dave Ramsey says to use cash instead of the card as much as possible. There's just something about being able to 'see' the money/food disappear.<br />
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Jell-O is a perfect summer snack that is <strong>cheap</strong> and <strong>easy</strong>. Two of my favorite words! So I made up several boxes and put it in a pan and cut it into squares. Of course they need a little help with this one.<br />
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Here are the cutest, handiest little things ever.<br />
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They are dishwasher, microwave, and freezer safe. And BPA free. I love it! We can re-use them over and over. And I was very surprised at how sturdy they actually were. You just have to make sure the lid is snapped down tightly.<br />
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As for drinks...oh my goodness. We could drink a pond. Daily. These children around here are spoiled. So water is not at the top of their list. They prefer Capri Suns, sweet tea, kool-aid, Gatorade and the little girly could drink a milk cow dry. But most of those are not necessarily healthy and are expensive.<br />
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I buy V8 Capri Suns and the smaller size Gatorades. I make sweet tea daily because there is a much bigger love that lives here that drinks a gallon/day. And the kiddos think it's the bomb dot com. I think I know why...I put 1 1/2 cups of sugar in each gallon. Yikes!!! But that's how they like it and that's why we have to have some boundaries. I don't mind the Gatorade so much but truthfully it's full of sugar as well. So, they are allowed to have one Gatorade or one Capri Sun per day. Once that has been drank, they can have a glass of tea. After that, it's water! No exceptions! {And for the little milk drinker, well, she can have several cups of that a day.} This way I don't have little heads hanging in the frig ALL DAY LONG and I'm not finding empty, flat Capri Suns under every chair, bed, sitting on the counters, out at the swing set, on the trampoline, in the middle of the backyard, etc.... This also applies to friends. Cause let me tell you, a group of those little devils can do away with several boxes of Capri Suns and Gatorades! <br />
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The snacks come out after breakfast and are put back in the cabinet after 4 p.m. As I mentioned before, my kids are not really big eaters. So they have to have some limits. And if I see that we are not eating our 'food', the snacks will be cut back. <br />
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I don't want to be the snack Natzi and I want the kids to enjoy this. I want them to have some freedom. I mean it is summer and we should cut loose a little more during the summer. I think. But Mama still needs some organization and boundaries. I just think that's with any part of life. Boundaries are good. It keeps us sane. It helps us stay on track. On budget. <br />
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With most anything around here there are exceptions. Especially when it comes to homemade ice cream!<br />
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Hope y'all are enjoying the sweet {hot} summertime!<br />
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Blessings,<br />
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When I saw that first + sign, there was no way I could imagine what that meant for my life. I had no idea that he would change me in almost every single way. I had no clue that he would grab hold of my heart with every single inch of himself and I would be smitten from the first moment I laid my eyes on him.<br />
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When the ultrasound told us it was a boy, I knew my husband was so proud. We all know about the father-son relationship. But wow! I was not prepared for the mother-son one and how this dark-haired, long-legged little boy would undo me. </div>
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He stands over half as tall as me. His pants hem nor his Mama can keep up with him. <br />
He's got whatever it is that blows me away. He makes my heart glow. And I can't get enough.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">{He loves his blanket. The same blanket that was given to me when I was pregnant with him.}</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">{His 6th birthday.}</span></div>
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His heart is tender. He sees the needs of others. He is willing. He is helpful. He is quick to give. He loves his Mama and he's always on my side. Always. He stands up for me and he is fierce about it.<br />
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{<span style="font-size: x-small;">He chose to celebrate with a day at the beach.}</span></div>
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He is the first to give me a hug. And the first to say sweetly, "You look so pretty, Mama." He is full of compliments and I appreciate them!<br />
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He is gorgeous. On the inside and out. He is tall, dark and handsome. His blue and sometimes hazel eyes are dangerous. They melt me into a puddle. And they will fill up with tears in an instant when he knows you are hurting. He just knows. And one day there will be a super lucky girl in this world. And if she knows what's good for her, she'll love him with all her heart and treat him like gold.<br />
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He is precious in my sight. And he was fearfully and wonderfully made. He loves Jesus and he's the biggest prayer warrior I know. He prays for those in need and doesn't forget. Ever.<br />
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I'm not sure there could be any better. I know he's really not perfect, but he sure is close. I think he's top notch. And I'm super-duper thankful for him. He's my sweet boy and I wouldn't trade him for the world!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">{Mother's Day 2013. I'm wearing the corsage he made for me.}</span></div>
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Unfortunately I haven't learned how to stop time, so my little man is growing up on me. And this is my last summer with him before he goes off to 'big school'. He doesn't know it, but it's tearing his Mama to pieces. I'm not sure what we'll do around here. I can tell you there will be tears. Lots of tears. But I also know he's ready. And it's life. I don't like it. But I can rest in knowing that Jesus loves him more than I do. How? I can't fathom. But I know He does. And I know He'll be watching over His little creation. And everyday, when that sweet boy arrives back home, His Mama and his little sister will be happy, happy, happy!<br />
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He is a gift. The best there ever was. My prayer for him is that above all he will always love Jesus and serve Him. The rest is just blessings undeserved!<br />
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Long ago you came to me,<br />
a miracle of firsts;<br />
First smiles and teeth and baby steps,<br />
a sunbeam on the burst.<br />
But one day you will move away<br />
and leave to me your past, <br />
And I will be left thinking of<br />
a lifetime of your lasts...<br />
The last time that I held a bottle<br />
to your baby lips,<br />
The last time that I lifted you <br />
and held you on my hip.<br />
The last night when you woke up crying,<br />
needing to be walked,<br />
When last you crawled up with your blanket,<br />
wanting to be rocked.<br />
The last time when you ran to me, <br />
still small enough to hold.<br />
The last time that you said you'd marry<br />
me when you grew old.<br />
Precious, simple moments and <br />
bright flashes from your past---<br />
Would I have held on longer if<br />
I'd known they were your last?<br />
Our last adventure to the park, <br />
your final midday nap,<br />
The last time when you wore your favorite<br />
faded baseball cap.<br />
Your last few hours of kindergarten,<br />
those last days of first grade.<br />
Your last at bat in Little League,<br />
last colored picture made.<br />
I never said goodbye to all<br />
your yesterdays long passed,<br />
So what about tomorrow---<br />
will I recognize your lasts?<br />
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Let me hold on longer, God,<br />
to every precious last.....<br />
-----Karen Kingsbury<br />
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Blessings,<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/347/941D7085A812C0E16F4A6E320B7D98DA.png" style="border: currentColor;" /></a>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111201430799402729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4318405075106822012.post-58667492620254772852013-04-17T08:44:00.000-05:002013-04-17T13:57:12.363-05:00A lesson learned from Toy Story<a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/user/jcbcfortigers/media/ABwithherbabies42013002_zpsc97870ce.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img alt=" photo ABwithherbabies42013002_zpsc97870ce.jpg" border="0" height="640" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk302/jcbcfortigers/ABwithherbabies42013002_zpsc97870ce.jpg" width="480" /></a><br />
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Andy stopped by Bonnie's on his way to college to give her his most prized toys. Woody, Buzz, and the rest of the gang deserved a loving new home where Andy was sure they would be played with with the best of care. At one time they had been his best friends.<br />
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We had watched the first two of them for the umpteenth time and were finishing up number 3. As I sat with my babies, sobbing my eyes out over a dang cartoon, I was seeing a whole new meaning behind the story. It was making 'real life' sense to me. One day I would have an Andy and a Bonnie. And my Andy would grow up and move to college. Never needing those blasted toys again. The ones I pick up 79 times a day. Those guns that are full of sand. Those trucks and bulldozers and backhoes. Those legos that I know could inflict more pain than a stab wound when stepped on barefoot. My little Bonnie will grow up too. She won't be wanting those baby dolls and all their accessories. Those books and piles of 'business' stacked every where. Those bags of all kinds packed full of God only knows what all. The ones we take to the ball park, the grocery store, school, the trampoline and the sandbox. The ones we have a complete meltdown over if we leave behind even one. <br />
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All of those things that on most days make me want to pull my hair out and run screaming through the streets. Those quirky little things that make them who they are. The parts of them that make them unique. Those are the things that make them little---just how I like it.<br />
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I find myself so often huffing and puffing over the bags. All the bags. Calling her a bag lady. Complaining about how she's such a hoarder. Wondering who in the world will ever be able to live with her. Rolling my eyes and laughing as she packs another plastic bag full of sand, quarters, and lipstick.<br />
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Complaining that he's 5 {very near 6!} and still wants his blanket to go. every. where. we. go.<br />
Arguing that he doesn't need to take the bulldozer and backhoe to town just to run errands. <br />
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Why do I care? When something so small makes them so happy? So secure. When they are delighted to make Mama happy by doing most anything she asks, why then do I hold back? Why do I make something out of nothing?<br />
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Why do we try to change our children? Why don't we trust that God knew what he was doing when he created them? Why are we sometimes ashamed of who they are? They are just exactly who God made them to be! And who am I to want to change that? Bags, blankets and all. They were fearfully and wonderfully made.<br />
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Blessings,<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/347/941D7085A812C0E16F4A6E320B7D98DA.png" style="border: currentColor;" /></a>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111201430799402729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4318405075106822012.post-46249705977808091782013-04-05T22:24:00.001-05:002013-04-05T22:29:34.243-05:00When comparisons smash you like a truckI'm not usually sure when it's going to strike. It's kind of a sneaky little joker. Creeping up in my heart. In my thoughts. Creating doubt, fear, bitterness, anger. Making me question the goodness of God. Doubting my role as a mother. A wife. Wondering if and when I'll ever get it all together and measure up.<br />
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Comparison....<br />
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It's seems to be creeping around all over the world wide web. The internet can be such an ugly monster, shouting in your face and letting you know how you fall short. Never telling the truth. Never showing the ugly in other's lives, just the good. It's a for sure place to see all the "success" of everyone else. But rarely ever the real-life. <br />
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Comparison is always a trap and it sucks the life right out of me. It's constantly nipping at my heels and barking out lies.<br />
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It tells me that my worth lies...<br />
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in how many children I have. <br />
in how well I manage my home.<br />
in how good my housekeeping skills are.<br />
in how well I dress.<br />
in how skinny I am.<br />
in how much money I do or don't make.<br />
in how many titles I hold.<br />
in how good I cook.<br />
in how many days I attend church.<br />
in how my children turn out.<br />
in the success of my marriage.<br />
in how well I can control my emotions.<br />
in how I manage my time.<br />
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When the truth is my worth lies in <strong>who I am</strong>. <span style="font-size: large;">A child of the King</span>. Nothing more. Nothing less.<br />
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Comparison makes me weak and weary. Afraid to chase my dreams. Too tired to hope.<br />
It makes me doubt my calling. It steals my joy. It makes me feel less-than.<br />
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It even makes me sometimes wish things were different. People were different. I was different. My life was different. My children were different. My husband was different.<br />
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It makes me forget that God has a perfect plan. He knows my future and He holds it in His hands. He is in control of tomorrow. And I can have confidence in His loving plan.<br />
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But for now He has given me the present. I am blessed with the here and now. <span style="font-size: large;">He loves me because I am His and He is mine. I've been bought with a price. A very high price. The highest price.</span><br />
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When I look away from what I wish I had, and look around at what I do have, I find a one-of-a-kind-life crafted just for me.<br />
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We are all unique.<br />
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I write because I need to remember. Otherwise I forget and fear takes chunks out of my dreams.<br />
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There's messy days and lovely days. There's days full of arguments and fights. There's days of sunshine and days of rain. There's happy days and sad days. There's stains on the carpet and stains on my heart. There's days full of hope and days stolen by despair. <br />
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Regardless of what day I find myself in, <span style="font-size: large;">my value never changes</span>. <br />
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He cares about my dreams and my desires. He knows my heart. My name is graven on His hands. My name is written on His heart.<br />
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This is my life. And for now, I rejoice in today.<br />
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Blessings,<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/347/941D7085A812C0E16F4A6E320B7D98DA.png" style="border: currentColor;" /></a>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111201430799402729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4318405075106822012.post-90473164234608161782013-03-26T10:06:00.001-05:002013-03-26T10:11:39.545-05:00When my faith becomes smallAs I'm hurriedly fixing my hair, running behind already for an Easter party, I say out loud, "Please Lord Jesus make this work." My three year old who is standing under me watching my every move looks up at me with a puzzled look and says, "Mama, are you talking to me?" I say "No actually I was taking to Jesus." She thinks about it a second and says, "But Mama, He's not here. It's just me and you."<br />
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Do I forget that just because I can't see Him doesn't mean He's not here? Do I lose faith too often? <br />
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To be very honest, the answer is yes. I do lose faith. Quickly. I forget that He is able to do exceedingly above what I can even imagine. And I forget that I have the greatest priveledge in the world. I can come before the throne of grace boldly in prayer and He is always there. I forget that He promises to give us the desires of our heart.<br />
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I give up so easily. When I can't see a change in someone/something when I think I should, I lose faith that He will answer my prayers. When I am hurt by someone I get angry and give up. I stop praying. I become bitter. When I don't get the answer I want, I am frustrated and question His plan. "God will bring His word to pass but we have to wait on Him to complete other work as a part of that puzzle He is putting into place." I believe that nothing and no one can keep God's plan from coming to pass in my life. There is always an appointed time for everything. <br />
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When I try my best to live in a way to honor Christ, I sometimes become weary. I get tired. I forget that God sees me and knows my heart. "Behold, the eye of the Lord is on those who fear Him; on those who hope for His loving-kindness." ~ Psalms 33:18<br />
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I must die to self daily. Over and over and over and over and.....<br />
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I'm so thankful for people that God places in our lives to remind us of the goodness of God.<br />
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I am on a journey, and tests are a part of that journey. God is a promise-keeping God.<br />
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"I would have despaired unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord. Be strong and let your heart take courage; Yes, wait for the Lord." ~ Psalms 27:13-14<br />
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Blessings,<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/347/941D7085A812C0E16F4A6E320B7D98DA.png" style="border: currentColor;" /></a>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111201430799402729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4318405075106822012.post-77671171541956958882013-03-17T15:53:00.000-05:002013-03-18T08:03:00.615-05:00Stuffed with small things<div align="center">
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<span style="font-size: large;">"If we don’t feel strong desires for the manifestation of the glory of God, it is not because you have drunk deeply and are satisfied. It is because we have nibbled so long at the table of the world. Our soul is stuffed with small things, and there is no room for the great."</span> (A Hunger for God, Crossway Books, 1997)</div>
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I hear myself so often say, "I'm so frustrated with life. I just wish it were easy. Why is there always something/someone to deal with?"</div>
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Lately, God has started to put a new perspective on things. The truths of his Word make the answer so clear.</div>
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Maybe not always easier, but better in ways that I really don't know how to explain.</div>
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"This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope, It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him." ~ Lam. 2:21-25</div>
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"The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing." ~ Zephaniah 3:17</div>
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"And I will bring them through the fire, and will refine them as silver is refined, and will try them as gold is tried; they shall call on my name, and I will hear them: I will say, It is my people: and they shall say, The LORD is my God." ~ Zechariah 13:9</div>
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Whether it be health issues of your own, sick children, trouble in your marriage, financial struggles, opposition with your family or friends, or whatever your 'thing' my be. Life can be tough.</div>
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For me, one of the best ways to fight back against all the 'life stuff', is to find some quiet moments doing something that I enjoy which usually involves music and sunlight.</div>
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And around this time of year, flowers!</div>
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There's something about the sunlight that lifts my spirits and gives me hope and encouragement. It's funny how the weather really can determine my outlook on things. I'm so thankful for Spring and the hope of new life that it brings.</div>
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I know so many of us are struggling through the day in and day outs of life. And the truth is it's not going to change as long as we live here on this Earth. "These things I have told you, that in me you might have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world." ~ John 16:33</div>
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We have reason for joy. He has overcome the world {and all the 'stuff'}.</div>
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When I can direct my thoughts in a positive direction, I will always be better for it. And literally counting my blessings is a good way to start. When I deliberately thank God for blessings his has graciously given us, it changes my attitude. I have so much to be thankful for!</div>
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And because He has so abundantly blessed our lives, I think He would be delighted for us to step out of the ordinary. The ordinary of just living life. Doing the comfortable. The easy. Never looking outside of our little box. What that means for your family, I'm not sure. But my heart is being pricked in lots of ways. I just need to be obedient. Simply obedient. I don't want to 'nibble on the small things of this world' and fill up so full that I don't have room for the great.</div>
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The small things of insecurity, needing so desperately the approval of others. Spending my time and money on earthly things instead of eternal. "Keeping up with the Joneses." Teaching my kids about God's love and grace for all instead of creating little people who think 'it's all about ME'.</div>
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God has blessed us all too much not to do something extra-ordinary with our time here! To store up our treasures in heaven and not on earth.</div>
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I pray that you are able to look through the yuck to the other side and see the love of Christ. To press on inspite of the world's 'stuff'. To know that God is refining you through the fire. Making you a better you. Forming new life and new hope . Giving you the courage to step out of the ordinary and do something extra-ordinary. And strengthening you for the unseen battles ahead.</div>
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<em><strong>"The battle of life is, in most cases, fought uphill; and to win it without a struggle were perhaps to win it without honor. If there were no difficulties there would be no success; if there were nothing to struggle for, there would be nothing to be achieved."</strong> </em> ~Samuel Smiles</div>
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Real life in between those smiling snapshots isn't always pretty. I can admit that.<br />
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The scene replays itself over and over again. I'm in a hurry. Probably because I've tried to pack too many little tasks into too few minutes. The kids are non-responsive to most of my questions and commands. Shoes are lost. Hair is not brushed. And neither are teeth. An arguement over clothes has occured at least 4 times already. Both are whining every breath. Beds are unmade. Lunches are half packed. We finally head to the car. One is in full-blown tears, and the other frowning, mumbling something about how he doesn't like me under his breath. I buckle the carseat while she screams and tells me her dress won't fit between the straps right and her shoes are too tight. She wants her business, blanket and Cocoa. The other is demanding to have the DVD turned on. And then we, I mean I, remember we, I mean he, had homework. We have no letter "Ee" pictures, and I was supposed to provide snacks for the class party. We are currently 8 minutes late and still sitting in the carport! <br />
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Then it happens. The Mama meltdown. Words are said that most certainly don't 'give life' and that can never be taken back at a decibel level that even my deaf family members could here and most definitely the neighbors. I apologize over and over and eventually find myself in a puddle of tears with both children wrapped in a hug tighter than a Boa Constricter and we finally arrive to our destination an hour later. I feel guilty all day and wonder how-in-the-world-I'll-ever-learn.<br />
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The next day proves I haven't learned. Same song, different verse.<br />
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"I know what it's like to praise God one minute and in the next minute yell and scream at my child."<br />
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It's the ugly and the nasty, but it's the truth.<br />
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<em>"I grabbed my purse, slammed the door, and screeched the tires as I angrily peeled out of the driveway on my way to a meeting. A meeting for which I was now an hour late and in no mood to participate. It was probably some meeting about being kind to your family...and now it's 2:08 a.m. and I can't sleep. I 'm sad because of the way I acted today. I'm disappointed in my lack of self-control... I have to figure this out. What is my problem? Why can't I seem to control my reactions? I stuff. I explode. And I don't know how to get a handle on this. But God help me if I don't get a handle on this. I will destroy the relationships I value most and weave into my life permanent threads of short-temperedness, shame, fear, and frustration. Is that what I really want? Do I want my headstone to read, "Well, on the days she was nice she was really nice. But on the days she wasn't, rest assured, hell hath no fury like the woman who lies beneath the ground right here"? No. That's not what I want. So, at 2:08 a.m., I vow to do better tomorrow. But better proves elusive,and my vow wears thin in the face of daily annoyances and unpleasant realities. Tears slip and I'm worn out from trying. Always trying. So who says emotions aren't bad? I feel broken. Unglued, actually. I have vowed to do better at 2:08 a.m. and 8:14 a.m. ad 3:37 p.m. and 9:49 p.m. and many other minutes in between."</em> ~ Lysa Terkeurst<br />
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In her book, Unglued, Lysa writes about four different reactions to our emotions:::<br />
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I haven't read far enough to give many details on each one, but I can just about tell you which one I am and which one my husband is just by reading the titles.<br />
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The one thing I have learned so far is that I'm not alone. I'm not weird for having these emotions. In fact, just this week I had this very conversation with my ladies prayer group and we are all in the same boat. So my question is, "How can I be better?" How can I make a lasting change?<br />
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Perspective. Changing our perspective on things is crucial according to Lysa Terkeurst. Perspective doesn't just help us see the current circumstance we're facing from a new vantage point---it also helps me process future things I face in a calmer, more grounded way.<br />
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Changing our thought patterns is another huge help. I did a study by Chip Ingram a few years back called "Good to Great" and he took several days of his study discussing the topic of our thoughts. It is amazing how much influence on who we actually are is controlled by our thought patterns. "Renewing our minds with new thoughts is crucial. New thoughts come from new perspectives." <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I can face things that are out of my control and not act out of control." </span>~ Lysa Terkeurst<br />
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"Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is---his good, pleasing and perfect will." ~ Romans 12:2<br />
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We must take captive our every thought. It's biblical and it's fitting to the way God designed our brains.<br />
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My prayer is that I will be sensitive to His voice <strong>in the moment</strong>. In the moment of frustration, I can take captive my thoughts and therefore control my emotions and reactions. <br />
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I haven't got it mastered. In fact, I'm a long way from it. But I know God is working. There is a beautiful reality called <em>imperfect progress. </em><br />
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"Imperfect changes are slow steps of progress wrapped in grace...imperfect progress."<br />
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Blessings,<br />
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The sky is so amusing to me. I am always captured by the sunset and I'm so thankful I have this beautiful view out the back of my house. If I could, I'd take down every wall across the back and put windows in. In the evenings when I'm supposed to be cooking supper, I catch myself standing at the back door, looking out at the sky while the rice cooks to mush, and the bread burns. I usually run to get my camera and take 57 pictures while John says, "How many pictures of the same thing can you take? You did this yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that." And he's right. I just can't get enough.<br />
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We have started the process of lent and after a whopping 7 days, I am pleased with how it has turned out. Let me give you a quick run-down:<br />
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{One of my favorite parts of this picture is the "Families Are Forever" sign. In today's society that means absolutely nothing. Even in the Christian world-view. When it gets tough, we give up and move on to greener grass. And yes, I know it can get really tough. And no, I've not walked in some paths that so many have, but I do know that God <em>intended</em> for a family to last forever. There are no doubt exceptions that I believe God allows, but the VAST majority of "Biblical divorces" have nothing to do with what the Bible actually says. I do not say that to be arrogant. I know my marriage is NOT immune to failure. I pray for His grace and mercy and protection on my family. It is scary.}</div>
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Just to stay super honest, in the past 7 days, I've had to be on FB two times outside my {allowed} day. I needed to get some info from a teacher, and also let a friend know plans had changed and that was the quickest way to do so. And I also 'shared' a blog post from another blog because I thought it was just too good not to pass along. And just to clarify {because I still think I have to explain myself way more than I should} I can share things on Facebook without actually being on Facebook. So that gives me the opportunity to still put things out there that may bless another person without 'breaking the rules' per say. <br />
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Also, we did watch the Gold Rush special on Friday night. After lots of begging {from kids AND husband}, I gave in.<br />
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I seriously don't want to be legalistic about any of this. I don't believe it's intended to make you feel guilt-ridden. But instead to make you more aware of the need for Jesus and how much He gave for us. <br />
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While on our fast, we've had time for some pretty cool crafts, long dinner conversations, playing games, some serious hide-and-seek, more bedtime stories and snuggling, and some super duper tea parties. And I've had more time to read....it's been so nice.<br />
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The time away from the social-media has been a blessing. Don't get me wrong. I have enjoyed Facebook. It is super convenient. And there are some really good aspects of it. I just felt the need to back away somewhat. I think I had become too dependent on it and the ability to know every little detail of other's lives had become in some crazy kind of way an added stressor that I don't need. The break has been refreshing.</div>
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So, after 5 days into this new {for our family anyway} idea, I am liking it.</div>
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Life is waaaay too short. Kids are growing waaaay too fast. I'm getting old-er. And that stuff just steals away my precious time more than I ever thought.</div>
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And really, I agree with Sweet Brown. "Ain't nobody got time for that."</div>
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"For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature,<span style="font-size: large;"> shall be able to separate us from the love of God,</span> which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." ~ Romans 8:38,39<br />
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On this Valentine's Day I'm thankful that God's love for me is not a sometimes kind of love. His love and mercy and grace never grows thin.<br />
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How deep the Father's love for us, how vast beyond all measure. That He should give his only Son, and make a wretch his treasure. Why should I gain from his reward? I cannot give an answer. But this I know with all my heart, His wounds have paid my ransom.<br />
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Whether I deserve His love or not. Whether I can return His love or not. Whether I mess up. Make big mistakes. It doesn't matter. His love never changes. His is the same yesterday, today, and forever.<br />
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Before the throne of God above I have a strong and perfect plea. A great high Priest <span style="font-size: large;">whose name is Love.</span> Whoever lives and pleads for me. My name is graven on His hands. My name is written on His heart. <br />
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Happy Valentine's Day friends! <br />
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I hope you know the love that's not a sometimes kind of love. <br />
But the kind that spared nothing.<br />
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If God be for us, who can be against us? He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?" ~ Romans 8:31,32<br />
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"Maybe you have communication problems over things <em>you </em>think are problems, but God does not. We often focus on people and situations, while God's focus is on us. He is using the things in our lives as tools for accomplishing his work in us." ~ Paul David Tripp</div>
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I believe that God is at work in every situation to conform us to the image of His Son. And marriage is definitely no exception. In fact, I think it may be the greatest avenue for molding us into His image. I found this out quick. And it is still a fact today. So many of us think marriage was designed to make us happy. And I find that to be untrue. We find ourselves in circumstances daily that prove that idea to be false. We are two imperfect people trying to do life together. It ain't easy, Jack. But behind the circumstances is a God of love who is relentlessly at work to make us holy. Rather than tell us that God has forgotten us, our circumstances shout to us that he has remembered us and will not leave until his work is complete!</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"The struggles are not a mistake. They are tokens of redemptive love. Trials should not lead us to <em>doubt</em> the love of the King; they should <em>convince</em> us of it." ~ Tripp</span></div>
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After almost 7 short years of marriage, I can confidently say communication is the toughest thing for us to conquer. Or figure out. Or get. Or even sorta-kinda become good at. </div>
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I'd be totally lying if I said we even have the foggiest clue on how to communicate. Can someone please tell me...Why in heaven's name is it so hard to communicate with someone you spend the vast majority of your hours with?!!?! <br />
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A lot of days, good communication between us has gone MIA. I feel like we are speaking a foreign language. The problem is we're speaking two different ones. It.just.ain't.gonna.happen. </div>
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I found these pretty journals at Dayspring and my little brain said, "Ahha. This could be a start." </div>
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As I have said before, I love notes. Notes of any kind, any size, and for any reason. So, my idea for these little jewels was to enhance our communication skills. Sounds like a good idea, right? I have read in the past on several different occasions, that when you just can't seem to talk it out, try writing a letter. We have done that a few times, and it actually worked.</div>
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So far this is a good plan. And what I mean by so far, is we've each written one entry. It certainly doesn't take the place of real, live communication and it hasn't been a miracle worker, but I have hope. And not to mention, I love to read what John writes. I usually end up laughing out loud {more than once}, crying, and wondering why in the world we don't do this more often. Mostly because 1.} He is not a man of many words about some things. So it takes effort. And I like to know he put forth some effort. 2.} It takes time. 3.} He doesn't like to write. {After we got married, he immediately forgot how to write a check.} 4.} He is a terrible speller. To the point of it being humorous. And by the way, I love that about him.</div>
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I'll share a few lines because they are just too darn good not to:::</div>
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John: "I am not going to be able to write as long as you do, or I might fall asleep, or get corpotunnel syndrom or something. I know I spelled that wrong. You can quite laughing now. No really you can stop laughing."</div>
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I have been thinking a lot about this Easter season and how I really want to teach my children that Easter is <strong>not</strong> about how nice we dress or how many eggs we find, but that it's about the <span style="font-size: large;"><strong>greatest sacrifice ever made. </strong></span><span style="font-size: small;">I have been researching the process of lent and we have come up with how our family is going to participate this year. Although we are not Catholic, I see nothing at all wrong with denying ourselves of a few things in an attempt to better identify with Christ in those weeks before His crucifixion. I am very well aware of the fact that we can never know the depths of His pain, but the idea is to somewhat identify with Him through the sacrifice of cetain things we enjoy. Things such as technology, certain foods we like, and/or entertainment whether it be T.V., internet, or movies. Just whatever floats your boat.</span></div>
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I said all that to make this next entry make sense:::</div>
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Me: Wednesday starts our 6 weeks of lent. I have decided what I am giving up for my personal sacrifice and for the 'family sacrifice' I was thinking about T.V. What do you think?"</div>
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John: "I don't know much about it, but I already learned it isn't something that comes out of the dryer."</div>
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See what I mean! It's just too funny not to do!!!</div>
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And to clarify, just so noone thinks I'm making fun of my husband...before I researched 'lent' I didn't know much more about it than that it wasn't something that came out of the dryer either. And secondly, I love to read what he writes. It somehow makes me love him even more!</div>
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Hope you and your valentine have a happy day! </div>
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With lots of good communication ;-}</div>
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Blessings.</div>
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"Learn to see God in the details, in the laundry, the dishes, the ants on the ground. We were created to resonate with stories. God loves stories, Jesus <em>is</em> a story...." ~<a href="http://www.sarahmarkley.com/" target="_blank">Sarah Markley, The Best Days of My Life</a><br />
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Do you see God in the details? Most times, I can't say that I do. I just see the details. The laundry. Another four loads?! I just washed every. single. piece. in. here. yesterday! Make the beds again? Pay the bills? I just paid that!!! Cook supper? Really? You're hungry again? Sweep the floor? Not again! Go here. Go there. <br />
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"Mama, can you...?" "Mama, will you...?" Mama, I need...." "Honey will you...?" <br />
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I think I may scream. Or run away. Or pretend I can't hear all the "I needs."<br />
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I'm tired. I fall in the bed and wonder how in the world I'll do it all over again tomorrow. Ever feel that way? I know you do. We all do. <br />
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I truly want to do the best I can as a mom and a wife. But some days it just doesn't work.<br />
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My kids drive me to the brink of insanity. They hate food. And sometimes they hate me. John and I bicker and fight over the little things. The house is a mess and dinner is burnt. The kids fight and argue over. every. little. thing. Today my sweet baby girl took her precious little foot and stomped mine because I told her to let me button her dress. Ughh! <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Alone, I'm just not good enough. </span> I can't get it right. I can't make it work. I'll never get it all done. I'll disappoint. I'll mess up. My kids will too.<br />
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Far too often, I'm living for tomorrow and missing today. Wondering what's next and missing the moment. Planning ahead and forgetting the here and now.<br />
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"<a href="http://www.thebettermom.com/2013/02/faith-for-when-you-feel-a-mess/">I hear His whispers </a> <em><strong>---purpose is lived out in the daily steps. </strong> <strong>We are formed and continuously refined in the seemingly monotonous. My weakness makes way for the Mighty One."</strong></em><br />
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I love these precious peeps more than I could ever imagine. And I don't want to mess up. I don't want to miss out. I want to be everything I can be for them. </div>
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I am so thankful for God's love and mercy. I am grateful that I don't have to do it alone. He has a plan and it is bigger and better and more amazing than anything I can ever imagine. He doesn't need me to worry about it. He's got it covered. And no matter how many times I mess up, He never does.<br />
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He just wants us to be content. At peace. And rest in Him. He is ready to do a mighty work in us. But maybe, just maybe we are holding back.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in Him."</span><br />
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When asked in an interview how he has been so successful, Micheal Phelps replied, "You've just got to stay in the pool longer than others."<br />
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Don't give up, Mama. Don't get distracted, Wife. Don't leave your work until it is finished.<br />
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Stay in the pool, girls. And write your story on the hearts of those you love. <br />
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Blessings,Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111201430799402729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4318405075106822012.post-64562747164568919842013-02-05T06:49:00.000-06:002013-02-05T06:54:35.802-06:00This lifeGod appoints people who disappoint to point to the God who doesn’t. There are no Rock Stars here. Christ is the Rock and we are the stars who reflect His light. Success is found in servanthood and obedience right where I am. Christians aren’t about applause, they are about an altar. God wants real, honest, threadbare women to do His work His way. I’m not rain, I can’t quench the dry places. I can only point to the one who can. But I can have my voice join my sisters’ voices and together we make thunder! ~<a href="http://wearethatfamily.com/" target="_blank">Ann, A Holy Experience</a><br />
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Thank heavens for a God who never disappoints! In a world shattered by disappointment and pain, I'm so thankful for the Rock.<br />
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The days seem to be getting longer and we are happy happy happy. Being stuck indoors is not how this crew likes to live life.</div>
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Lipstick makes all things better.</div>
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And so does driving...when you're 5.</div>
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But for Mama, not much beats quite time.</div>
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It is pretty much a necessity. Around here, at least.</div>
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Little helpers in the kitchen make life sweeter too.</div>
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I have overcome the 'craft phobia'. And I am so glad. We are painting up a storm. </div>
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And Mama loves it. Who knew?</div>
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And puzzles....puzzles. Oh my! We are into the puzzles.</div>
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Besides loving the preciousness that's putting the puzzle together, I sure do like the message of this one...</div>
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And oh my heavens, sweet little notes.</div>
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I am a note person. Whether it be a reminder for myself, or a note for someone else.</div>
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But the best kind are the short, sweet ones. The ones for no reason. Those really make my day.</div>
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I am super excited about this little family project....</div>
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I am as excited to learn more about the lenten season myself as I am about teaching my children.<br />
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And him <em>wanting</em> to hold my hand is always good.</div>
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He's happy with being him. He doesn't need to be anything else. He hasn't learned yet to try and be anything but who he is. Such freedom.</div>
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He doesn't know that one day he'll feel the pressure to be good enough, to be holy enough, to be fast enough, quite enough, tall enough, smart enough......... </div>
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The "enoughs" wear me out.</div>
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/347/941D7085A812C0E16F4A6E320B7D98DA.png" style="border: currentColor;" /></a>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111201430799402729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4318405075106822012.post-64576906540671739042013-01-30T21:59:00.000-06:002013-01-30T22:29:01.901-06:00For when you feel the need for rain<div align="center">
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Do you feel the need for some rain? Maybe even a flood.<br />
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A flood that will cleanse me of myself. <br />
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Jesus is so loving and kind. He always picks me up again and again and brushes me off and says "I still love you." He comforts me. He guides me. And sometimes He rushes over me like a wave. I need one of those moments. So real that I know it was from Him.<br />
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I am thirsty for that encounter.<br />
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Beth Moore calls it "Between the Rains". She is referring to the verse in James, "Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord." Another words, be patient until His return. {I just love that, don't you?} I am so good at being patient! Be patient when we are down right tired. Tired of 'doing' christianity. And tired of trying to get along with those around us who are 'doing' christianity as well. I am so self-deceived. I play christian. But really, in God's sight, am I living much different than those who never claim His Name? Not because I murder 20 children in a kindergarten classroom, or cheat on my spouse, or abuse my precious children. But because I am so wrapped up in the things of this world. So blinded by it. I could hold my own against The National Enquirer's gossip columnists. I show little to no grace to my family or others when they make mistakes. I don't pray for those who persecute me, but rather I tear them down with my words and harbor bitterness against them. I spend more and more money on me while others throughout the world are dying from the lack of food, water, and shelter. I spend untold amounts of time shopping the latest fashions so my children can win "Best Dressed" while children all over the world are wearing rags with no shoes. And now with the most important of all seasons approaching, I'll celebrate Easter with "bunnies, baskets, and expensive clothes. What better way to say Jesus reigns than dressing my preschooler in a $75 dress to show her off in the church lobby? (You're welcome, Jesus. Be blessed)."<br />
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I'm consumed by consumerism.<br />
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Jen Hatmaker writes in her book, 7 An Experimental Mutiny Against Excess, "Now let's be clear: if you had asked me what my Easter priorities were as I stood all fancy in the lobby, I'd become grave and mention the resurrection. For crying out loud, I'm a Christian. But truthfully, between the outfit shopping, the Easter baskets, the egg dying, stuffing, hiding, hunting, the pictures, the lunch menu, and the gift buying, Jesus was flat last. That's just true.... Assessing the typical American Easter, on one side I see Jesus on the cross, humiliated and mutilated, bearing the failures of every person past and present, rescuing humanity through an astonishing miracle of divine redemption, splitting history in two and transforming the human experience for eternity. On the other side I see us celebrating this monumental heroism with chocolate bunnies and boiled eggs, with Jesus as an afterthought."<br />
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That's me! As Paul said, ..."Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners; of whom I am chief."<br />
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I have missed the point so many times!<br />
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God is working on me. I want Him to weed through the fake. Through the self-absorbed me. Through the lack of commitment to Him and His will. Through the distorted lens that cover my eyes and show me 'all the stuff I need.' Clearing my ears from the sounds of Satan telling me I deserve bigger. Better. More. And that it's all in the name of "I'm doing it for my children." What am I doing for my children? Re-affirming the lie that 'it's all about me'?! While we, dressed in the best, literally look out to a world with no real sorrow for 'the mother who prostitues to feed her children or the nine-year-old who eats trash to survive the streets.....or the twenty-five thousand people who died <strong>today </strong>from starvation.' <br />
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Our religion seems so meaningless. Shallow.<br />
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In her book, Hatmaker makes a quick observation. I decided to do the same. She went through her closet, counted all the items, and did a round-about figure on what she had spent in the last 5 years {approximately} on clothes alone. <br />
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Here are my stats:<br />
371 articles of clothing<br />
If they averaged $20/item {and let's be honest, that's stretching it!}--- I have spent $7,420 on CLOTHES!<br />
If they averaged $30/item {and still, you can't hardly buy a t-shirt for that anymore}---I have spent $11,130.<br />
29 of those items are blue jeans. Yes, blue jeans. My husband is right. That's ridiculous.<br />
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And sadly, I only wear a small percentage of those items. So while my mouth is yammering about being frugile and saving money, my hand is steadily reaching into my wallet to buy more.<br />
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Talk about perspective.<br />
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"With my genuine needs met but so many dollars yet unspent, shopping has become a stronger marker of freedom than voting, and what we spend in the mall matters more than what we're accomplishing together as the church. I am a part of the problem, a contributing member of inequality. Every time I buy another shirt I don't need or a seventh pair of shoes for my daughter, I redirect my poweful dollar to the pockets of consumerism, fueling my own greed and widening the gap. Why? Because I like it. Because those are cute. Because I want that....This one pair of shoes? Big deal. This little outfit? It was on sale. This micro-justification easily translates to nearly every purchase I've made. Alone, each item is reduced to an easy explanation, a harmless transaction. But all together, we've spent enough to irrevocably change the lives of a hundred thousand people. What did I get for that budgeting displacement? Closets full of clothes we barely wear and enough luxuries to outfit twenty families...This is hard to process, so it helps to imagine standing in front of the families of my Ethiopian children, who were too poor and sick to raise their own beloved babies. As I gaze upon their hopelessness, I imagine them calculating what I've spent on clothing alone, realizing that same amount would've kept their family fed and healthy for thirty years." ~ Jen Hatmaker<br />
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What can I say?<br />
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I briefly read about this book before Christmas. I knew right then and there, I didn't want to read it! But, guess what, I am. God really does laugh at me sometimes. I'm not sure where He intends to take me. But I do know that right now He is really messing with my heart. <br />
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Blessings,<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/347/941D7085A812C0E16F4A6E320B7D98DA.png" style="border: currentColor;" /></a>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111201430799402729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4318405075106822012.post-67820184101158721472013-01-15T17:09:00.002-06:002013-01-15T18:09:31.800-06:00Make changeThis morning I woke up with my agenda for the day racing through my mind. My son goes to pre-school for 1/2 the day, 3 days a week and my daughter goes to Mother's Day Out for 1/2 the day, 2 days a week. The way their schedules are, it works out that I have 2 hours a week to 'do-all-those-things-that-I-need-to-do-when-I-don't-have-children-with-me. So those two hours are precious to me. So much so that I will just about go crazy-sleep-deprived-time-alone-deprived-wild-woman on you if you try to mess with them.<br />
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But, you know when you pray for things, God actually does hear those prayers, and He even answers them. The problem is the answer is not always just the way I want it to be. </div>
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One of my goals this year is to be more patient with my family and show more loving kindness to each one. Haven't I learned yet not to pray for patience ;-) Needless to say my plans were shot to the moon when my sweet baby girl woke up crying and feeling yucky. But God quickly reminded me of my goal. The 'to-do' list could wait. </div>
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Not that I wouldn't always take care of my sick children. That wasn't the point today. It was my own agenda that I had to for-go and set aside. That's what is hard for me. That's where I need the patience. That's when showing loving kindness to others is hard. When '<em>me</em>' gets moved over for '<em>you</em>.'<br />
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These are the days when I need to learn to see the bright side of things. The opportunities that are made when things don't go as planned. The opportunity to sit still and hold sweet babies. To spend precious time with little ones that are growing so fast it hurts my heart. To see the sweet moments that are passing me by and leaving me standing there wondering what happened. The moments that can't be replaced.<br />
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It's these kinds of days that <strong>make us stop and see. </strong> Because we don't have a choice. We don't have a choice but to see how life is changing while we're too busy checking off our list.</div>
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Seeing things like "when in the world did my sweet baby boy grow up big enough to be dressing like a 12 year old and writing his name?!"<br />
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So today I will sit. And rock. And love my sweet baby.<br />
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And the plans will be changed for something much better.<br />
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P.S. I got this sweet bracelet in the mail today. Together, a mother and daughter are raising money for children in India whose families are affected by leprosy.<br />
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Sometimes when I look over my goals for this new year, I seem a bit...small. In comparison to what I <em>want</em> to do. <em>Who I want to be</em>. <br />
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Often times the most daunting of goals for me are the ones that have to do with motherhood. I am constantly reminding myself that "it doesn't have to be perfect." And even though it doesn't have to be perfect, there's nothing wrong with striving for 'better'.<br />
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The role of mother can sometimes look so menial. With the pull of society becoming stronger and stronger, we moms tend to forget that 'being a mom' is possibly the highest of all callings. With the pressures of the world on women today, we can sometimes feel so small. Unworthy. Uninspiring. But deep down we know otherwise. We just need to be reminded.<br />
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The back cover of Dr. Brenda Hunter's book <i>The Power of Mother Love</i> casts a vision for moms:<br />
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Mother love shapes cultures and individuals. While most mothers know that their love and emotional availability are vital to their children's well-being, many of us do not understand the profound and long-lasting impact we have in developing our young children's brains, teaching them first lessons of love, shaping their consciences … At a time when society urges women to seek their worth and personal fulfillment in things that take them away from their families and intimate bonds, Hunter invites women to come home — to their children, their best selves, their hearts.<br />
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For all women, whether working in the home or outside the home, we are all at some point overwhelmed with our daily tasks. When we wake day in and day out greeted with the mental list of things we must accomplish, we feel so small. How in the world will we get it all done? And if you're anything like me, you have a constant 'to do list' rolling through your mind and a physical one lying on the kitchen counter you wrote out last night before bed. <br />
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It is always such an encouragment to me to read how others do life and how they reach success in certain areas. {That's why I'm so thankful for blogs!} So I'll share some ideas I've read recently and a few I've come up with on my own to help me not feel so <em>small</em> when looking at my never-ending to-do list:::<br />
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<li><strong>Make a list.</strong> What?! I just said that made me feel overwhelmed! But when used in a <em>healthy </em>way, lists can be encouraging. There's a certain sense of accomplishment when you can actually mark through a goal. It satisfies me. And sometimes to break those goals up into yearly, monthly, weekly, and daily goals helps reduce the pressure ;-)</li>
<li><strong>Use sticky notes.</strong> Again, if you're like me, you tend to be very forgetful. I love a sticky note. They're so handy. For instance, if you're trying to lose 5 lbs. stick one on the refrigerator and remind yourself to make wise choices. Or if you're trying to speak kind words to your sweet peeps, stick them on your kitchen cabinets with Bible verses about the value of your speech. Or if your trying to be more encouraging, stick one in your child's lunch box telling them how much you love them. Or on hubby's mirror reminding how him how proud you are of him.</li>
<li><strong>Have an accountability partner.</strong> I've just recently learned that to have a truly life-changing spiritual life, you must have accountability. We never outgrow the need for personal accountability. "As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another." ~ Prov. 27:17 I figure the same goes for our daily, weekly, monthly, and yearly goals. Whether it be your spouse, a friend, or sister have someone that can encourage you to stay on track.</li>
<li><strong>Keep things reasonable.</strong> I will admit I probably struggle with this one. I decide I'd like to lose weight and somehow think that once I've decided it, I should be able to wake up the next day and be down 10 lbs. It doesn't happen that way. Be realisitic. Be patient with yourself. {And those you share home with.}</li>
<li><strong>Be intentional.</strong> Intentional was my <a href="http://bethjcolvin.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2011-01-01T00:00:00-06:00&updated-max=2012-01-01T00:00:00-06:00&max-results=50">one word</a> last year. Since I chose that word, it seems I've been haunted by it. Just kidding. But really I have found that if I want to truly make changes in my life I have to be very intentional about <strong>EVERYthing. </strong> Every choice, every action, every decision, every word, and every thought. Basically in every aspect of my life. It takes a lot of discipline. Just to clear things up, I still have lots of work to be done on that one!</li>
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One of my favorite bloggers, Joy at Grace Full Mama speaks about living an intentional life <a href="http://www.momheart.org/begin-the-year-intentionally/">here</a>.<br />
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The world says success is the attainment of popularity or profit. But when I look through a global lens, it deeply alters my view. I don't want my goal to be a fat bank account. I don't want my kids to be on the path of so many, vying for popularity and more stuff. I want to see things with a different view. It's not easy. But most good things aren't.<br />
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It's even harder to be a kid these days when society demands that their No. 1 goal be to fit in. But what if they don't? The world tells us to do, go, spend whatever it takes to make it happen. What if that doesn't even work?<br />
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"But success in God's upside-down economy is supposed to look different. It's becoming less, so He can be more. It's putting yourself second, others first. It's letting your kids ask hard questions that teach you more about Jesus."<br />
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In God's eyes, success is never measured by a dollar amount. Or how many days we spend at the ball field. Or how many cookies we bake for our son's classroom. Or how many hours we spend volunteering. It's not measured by how big our house is or the size of our Christmas presents we give. Success is not held in our job title or whether or not we could 'run the place'. We don't succeed or fail as a parent based on how popular our children are or what kind of vehicle we can buy for them. Or how many statistics they prove wrong because of OUR awesome parenting skills. And even as wrong as some may think it sounds, success is not found in how wonderful they turn out to be based on what fantastic job we did as parents. There are parents who do 'everything right' and their children grow up to be wayward. And there are parents who do nothing right and their children grow up to be outstanding citizens who love the Lord. Only by God's grace do any of us become anything more than trash. <br />
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And most importantly, success is not measured by what other's think of us. As women we stuggle so much for the approval of others. And then as we become a mother the pressure only doubles. We believe we are inadequate if we can't create all the masterpieces we pin on pinterst. Or have the latest greatest in home decor. Or cook a 7 course meal for our family every night. Or dress our children in the finest while we ourselves are runway ready. And some of us will have those pressures coming from those very close to us. We will be compared to the girl next door. To the sister-in-law that's won "Mother of the Year", "Cook of the Century", and "Daughter of the World" for 5 years running. To the mom in the pick-up line driving the hottest new ride with her size 2 skinny jeans. To the one who wins all the blue ribbons for her "pinterst worthy" crafts. And the list could go on forever.<br />
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But thankfully God doesn't give a hoot about any one of those things. Sure, most of them are good and they count. But in His eyes, the ONLY thing that really matters is simply how much we love Him. How much time we spend with Him and how much effort we put into teaching our children about His love. How we demonstrate that same love to them and live out our lives as real examples for them to follow. It's all about the values we instill in them. And the time we put into molding them into His own image. How much time we spend telling others about His love and mercy. It's stopping to think about what really matters and dwelling on the truths of God's Word.<br />
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As the New Year approaches, I'm doing what many of you do, thinking about what my New Year's 'resolution'(s) will be. What will I strive to improve this year? What will I set as my goals in the New Year?<br />
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I pray that I will search out God's will. That He will 'direct my paths'. {Prov. 3:5,6} I pray my 'thoughts will be of things above and not on things of this world.' {I John 2:15, 17} I want to love my children and husband with a 'fervent love, for love covers a multitude of sins.' {I Pet. 4:8} I pray I will learn 'to be swift to hear, slow to speak, and slow to wrath. {James 1:19} I want to 'do justly, love mercy, and walk humbly with my God.' {Micah 6:8}<br />
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My deepest desire is to allow God to mold me into the creature he has created me to be. And in turn, help mold and shape my children into His 'perfect' creation. 'Perfect' not as in "without fault", but perfect as in 'entire {complete}, wanting nothing. {James 1:4} I know I will make mistakes, I will mess up big, and I will just plain fail in some areas. But I also know that 'God's grace is sufficient.' {II Cor. 12:9}<br />
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As we close the chapter on 2012, and look into the face of new possibilites ahead, what will your goals be? Will you work hard this year to be more successful? If so, what defines success for you?<br />
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I saw this video on another blog. The blogger posed the question, "<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;">do I trust in the "glass" enough to stand strong when the lion stops to stare me down?" </span></div>
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Knowing in the year to come, there will be blessings, but most definitely there will be trials as well, am I brave enough to stare down the lion as little Sophia did? Do I have enough faith in my Creator to know that He is control of all things and loves me with an unending love?</div>
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My prayer this coming New Year is that I will be strong enough to stand. </div>
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My all-time favorite part of Christmas is the soft glow of the lights. It brings a certain peace to my heart. I am totally guilty of staying up way too late during this time because I just don't want to leave the peacefulness. </div>
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Right after we got married I saw a big nativity scene that I liked. While I still have not gotten it, I did find this small set that I thought worked perfectly for the kids. They have rearranged it about 738 times so far and I like that. They discuss {and occasionally argue} about the different characters. They love to ask me questions about the "story" behind it and I figure that's better than having one that is way too expensive to touch. Maybe one day I'll get that one too.</div>
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I have such a clutter-phobia that I am a very simple Christmas decorator. I like for things to be decorated but to also be clean and organized. Some would say I am a bit of a scrooge because of it, but for me, less is more.</div>
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With all of the 'new' decorating styles leaning towards non-traditional colors such as aqua, pink and white I just can't get away from the traditional red. I use red in my home all year round so it fits in well with my other decor and that makes life easy.</div>
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I always love to see how others of you decorate your home for Christmas. Let's be honest, I love to see how others decorate their homes year-round! </div>
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<span class="s1" id="yui_3_7_3_1_1356064122518_395">I pray blessings to you and yours as we celebrate the greatest gift ever given. I often try to envision what that night was like when Mary gave birth to Jesus under that star-filled sky. How she must have felt to be chosen to birth the Son of God. Unimaginable! </span></div>
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<span class="s1">May we bless someone this season with an extra little dose of the love of Jesus.</span></div>
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MERRY CHRISTMAS!</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The list gets longer, the time gets shorter and you are responsible for it all coming together. Sound familiar? </span><br />
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Late one night as I sat in the living room all alone looking at the soft lights flicker {which is possibly my favorite part of the Christmas season} and thinking of all the things that needed to be done before the big day, I felt totally overwhelmed. That seems to happen to me every year around this time. And every year I wonder why in the world I let it get to me. <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why don't I just keep it simple</span> {and actually keep it simple} </span><span style="font-size: small;">and then call it quits and enjoy the <strong>real reason for the season</strong>?</span><br />
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Then, I usually add to the drama by getting really frustrated with my husband because I realize that I pretty much carry the weight of making it all happen. I remember back when we first started dating, I'd go to his house and the kitchen table would be full of Christmas presents. He would come up with an idea for each person and then actually do the shopping. All. on. his. own.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">But then it happened.</span> He got a wife.</span><br />
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I read something that has given me a completely different perspective.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I realize the burden I carry during this season is intensified by my own idea of how things must be.</span> Perfect tree, perfect lights, perfectly wrapped presents, and a perfectly clean house in the midst of it all. Not to mention the desire to be so sure our children know and understand the real meaning of Christmas and still enjoy the excitement of Santa and all the gifts. What should we tell them? What should we not tell them? Should we even 'do' Santa? How can we be sure to teach that Christmas is about Jesus and giving and not about gifts and getting? <span style="font-size: large;">I torture myself wanting to be sure we do it all right!</span><br />
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So as I was busily working on more get-it-just-right nonsense the other day, I stopped to take a breather. I sat down to read and this is what I came across....<br />
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<strong>Now in the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from God to a city in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin engaged to a man whose name was Joseph, of the descendants of David; and the virgin’s name was Mary. And coming in, he said to her, “Greetings, favored one! The Lord is with you.” But she was very perplexed at this statement, and kept pondering what kind of salutation this was. The angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; for you have found favor with God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall name Him Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High; and the Lord God will give Him the throne of His father David; and He will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and His kingdom will have no end.” Mary said to the angel, “How can this be, since I am a virgin?” The angel answered and said to her, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; and for that reason the holy Child shall be called the Son of God. And behold, even your relative Elizabeth has also conceived a son in her old age; and she who was called barren is now in her sixth month. For nothing will be impossible with God.” And Mary said, “Behold, the bondslave of the Lord; may it be done to me according to your word.” Luke 1:26-38</strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">From the very beginning, women have been the bearers of Christmas! </span><span style="font-size: small;">So, fellow-bearers, consider yourselves in very good company!</span><br />
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<em><strong>If I decorate my house perfectly with lovely plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights, and shiny glass balls, but do not show love to my family - I'm just another decorator.</strong></em></div>
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<em><strong>If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals, and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love to my family - I'm just another cook.</strong></em></div>
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<em><strong>If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home, and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love to my family - it profits me nothing.</strong></em></div>
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<em><strong>If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties, and sing in the choir's cantata, but do not focus on Christ - I have missed the point.</strong></em></div>
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<em><strong>Love doesn't envy another home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.</strong></em></div>
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<em><strong>Love doesn't yell at the kids to get out of the way.</strong></em></div>
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<em><strong>Love doesn't give only to those who are able to give in return, but rejoices in giving to those who can't.</strong></em></div>
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<em><strong>Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things.</strong></em></div>
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<em><strong>Love never fails.</strong></em></div>
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<em><strong>Video games will break; pearl necklaces will be lost; golf clubs will rust.</strong></em></div>
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May God give you grace to accept the imperfections and the strength to carry on!<br />
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I'm not a fan of 'airing your dirty laundry' but I am a fan of <span style="font-size: large;">living an authentic life.</span> And I do think there is a fine line between the two. As I've said so many times, blogging has been such a blessing to me. God has used other blogs to teach me and encourage me on numerous occasions. And I know that my blog is really nothing to so many and that's okay with me. I enjoy writing. It gives me a sort of peace. Like journaling. <span style="font-size: large;">And if just one person can be touched as much as I have been blessed, it's worth it all.</span> <br />
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I have had a few really big, more like huge, wake-up calls lately. Actually I know it was more like a <span style="font-size: large;">word from the Lord</span> instead of just a 'wake-up call'. And here is where that fine line between airing my dirty laundry and being real comes into play. But in this case, I choose to be honest and transparent because just maybe my story can bless someone else. <br />
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I yell. When I get upset or frustrated or overwhelmed, I yell. (I know this will come as a surprise to some ;-) My excuse has always been that I am stressed, I have a strong-willed child and that my children need to know what real-life is all about. People argue. People yell. People get mad. I argue with my husband in front of the kids. {against his wishes.} I excuse it by thinking that they need to know that arguing and fighting are part of life. {And to a <em><strong>healthy</strong></em> extent, I still believe that}. <span style="font-size: large;">But the key is healthy fighting.</span> <br />
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<strong>This past week I had a dagger put to my heart.</strong> The kids had been fighting and John asked them, "Why do y'all have to fight and yell at each other? Why can't you just get along?" And John Luke answered, <strong>"Like you and mama do?"</strong> And in that moment God said very clearly, "You are not modeling to your children Christ-like behavior." <br />
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My 3 year old has several babies. And trust me, she makes them walk a straight line. Recently I've overheard her yelling at them at the top of her lungs. She talks to them in a very hateful tone. And she means what she says! I've also noticed how much my kids yell at each other. They speak so snappy and hateful to one another and sometimes even to me and others. <em><strong>I find myself yelling at them to stop yelling!</strong></em><br />
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I can humbly testify that God has opened mine eyes! <span style="font-size: large;">I'm so thankful that I serve a God of second and third chances and that He pours out His grace upon me!!</span><br />
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John and I love each other dearly and thankfully we have a good relationship with one another, but we do have our "moments", and what I have seen is that the way I handle myself in those moments is what is making the <span style="font-size: large;">deepest impression on my children.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Eighty percent of children's personalities are formed in the first six years of their life. And 80-90% of their moral development as well as the bond and connection they develop with those people around them most, happens in their first six years of life.</strong></span><br />
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That is astounding to me!!! That is exactly why I do what I do day in and day out. When I read that statistic, <span style="font-size: large;">I was even more positive that what I do really does matter</span>. And that's why my influence {good or bad} is so crucial.<br />
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Our children follow our lead. And the truth is, they see and hear everything. More than we think.<br />
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I believe as a mother, I have the greatest influence in my children's lives. {At least for right now.} So I asked myself, "What kind of person am I shaping my child to be?" Discipline and discipleship go hand-in-hand. The way we discipline our children is a form of discipleship. And I'll be honest, I'm not doing such a stand-up job. It's like with any relationship....talk is cheap. <span style="font-size: large;">"Actions speak louder than words."</span> I can tell my children how to act and react. How to love and cherish. How to respect and honor. I can recite our verse "be kind to one another, and love one another" a thousand times over, but my actions are their greatest teacher. Christ took the time to teach his disciples, but He more often led by example. The example of His own life.<br />
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Jesus taught His people how to love others by <strong>loving others.</strong><br />
Jesus taught His people how to serve others by <strong>serving others.</strong><br />
Jesus taught His people how to give unselfishly by <strong>giving unselfishly, even unto death.</strong><br />
Jesus taught His people how to accept the outcast <strong>by accepting the outcast.</strong><br />
Jesus taught His people how to forgive <strong>by forgiving us and dying for us.</strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>"The unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit is of great worth in God's sight." ~ I Peter 3:4</strong></span><br />
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What has God spoken to your heart about lately? What do you do to ensure your children are being molded into the person God created them to be?<br />
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Sitting here with a cup of coffee, a pumpkin pie candle burning, my soft cozy blanket, soundscapes playing in the background, and a view of the breeze blowing outside reassures me of the idea that I am a homebody. A nester. And for whatever reason, this time of year gets my "nesting" blood pumping even more. I can't wait for the cooler, crisper mornings {and nights}.<br />
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As I sit here in a quiet house, I realize once again how much I love home. It's amazing how even little spurts of quietness can revitalize me like nothing else.<br />
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It seems lately I've been overwhelmed with a list of issues. I know that life in general is overwhelming. Busy-ness is a curse---in my opinion, and we live in a society that is sick with it. Some busy-ness we cannot control, but some we can. I also realize that many would say to me that "I have no idea." I only have 2 children, and they are still young enough to not be so involved in 'things'. And they are right. I can only imagine what life will be like in a few short years. But I also think that learning now to say 'no' will be of great worth in years to come. I believe that so many of us have bought into the lie that if we aren't running ourselves crazy with responsibilities that we aren't 'pulling our weight'. Or that if 'we don't do it, no one else will'. We forget to make God as much a part of our 'to do list' as he is our prayer list. I totally believe we need to consult Him {and those in our home} on how much we should be 'doing'. <br />
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Sometimes we just need a breather. And for me, fall is a time to take a good deep breath and enjoy.<br />
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Even though this time of year gets me to thinking about how close we are to Christmas {and talk about busy}, I can still seem to enjoy the simpleness of Fall. <br />
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So with all of that said, I am linking up with <a href="http://theinspiredroom.net/">Melissa at The Inspired Room</a> to list 20 Little Things I Love About Fall. One of the main reasons I love to read her blog is because she is such a big believer in being content with the home you have in this season of life and making the best of it for your family. I appreciate the constant reminder.<br />
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20 Little Things I Love About Fall:::<br />
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<li>afternoon picnics in the backyard</li>
<li>the smell of pumpkin pie candles</li>
<li>cuddling with sweet little people </li>
<li>crispy mornings (hopefully;)</li>
<li>the comforts of my little nest</li>
<li>early morning quite time</li>
<li>football Saturday</li>
<li>cozy blankets</li>
<li>snuggling on movie night Friday</li>
<li>soup on the stove</li>
<li>pumpkins </li>
<li>pretty leaves</li>
<li>raised windows at night (when it get cooler;)</li>
<li>pumpkin patches</li>
<li>deep cleaning & organizing</li>
<li>fields ready for harvest</li>
<li>campfires</li>
<li>afternoon walks</li>
<li>schedules & routines</li>
<li>big beautiful mums! </li>
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Happy Fall Y'all!<br />
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Another words, I'm a Martha but I want to be more like Mary. Or at least be a little bit more like her.<br />
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"The Master said, "Martha, dear Martha, you're fussing far too much and getting yourself worked up over nothing. One thing only is essential, and Mary has chosen it ---- it's the main course, and won't be taken from her." ~Luke 10:42<br />
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I am a to-do list over-achiever. I'm a super driven person in some areas, and I like to accomplish a task and move on to the next one. And I am okay with that {to an extent}. I enjoy things orderly, neat, in their place & there when I need them, floors clean, beds made, clothes clean, and yards neat. I like that. It literally makes me happy. I enjoy myself much more when those things are in order. Am I the only nut-case like this?<br />
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My problem is I'm too driven and when those things aren't up to my standards, I don't function well. Another words, mama ain't happy so nobody's happy. I'm constantly looking for a happy-medium in this area. I feel defeated most days in this area and satan is riding me hard.<br />
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My biggest issue is finding the middle ground.<br />
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I believe that idleness is the devil's workshop. With our words... {"...every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgement." ~Matthew 12:36}, and our time... {"She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness." <br />
~Prov. 31:27}.<br />
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Here's the war in my heart:::<br />
I have small children at home, who are growing up entirely too quickly. My time with them is precious. My influence on them is critical. Afterall, isn't this the #1 reason I am home with them?<br />
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The other side of that....I am a doer in the home. God made me that way. I am motivated in these areas. As I said, I think my home should be neat and orderly. Not only because I simply like it that way, but because I believe it blesses those who live here. When things are in place, our lives run more smoothly therefore we are more likely to be in better spirits. Disorder breeds confusion, anger, frustration, and a lot of wasted time. Besides, the cold reality is <strong>it has to be done!</strong></div>
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"But can't mopping the floors and cleaning the bathrooms be considered wasted time when your children are growing up while you mop?!!" (That was satan harrassing me;) I am getting better in this particular area. <br />
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But since I've almost gotten a grip on that area, here's where satan is dogging me now...<br />
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My dear sweet boy has one of the most tender hearts in all the world, he is just precious in tons of ways, but he is not a child that plays and entertains himself well. He constantly needs/wants someone else in his presence while he is playing. Therefore I get this from him all day... "Mama, can you come play in the playroom with me?" "Can you come outside and watch me in the sandbox?" "Can I have a friend over to play with me?" "Mama, you said you were going to come play with me!" "Come on!" "Mama, when are you going to play with me?" <br />
And some of these questions are asked only minutes after I've just left the playroom or come inside from the sandbox!<br />
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It's constant. <br />
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So, there again my question is where is the happy-medium?<br />
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I read a <a href="http://www.momlifetoday.com/2012/09/i-am-not-here-to-entertain-my-children/">post</a> yesterday that gave me some peace.....somewhat. The title was "I am not here to entertain my children."<br />
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"If the end goal of parenting for you is the same as it is for me (raising our children to know, love, and emulate Jesus), then “entertaining” certainly isn’t what the majority of our focus should be on. It should be focused on others, just as Jesus was. After all, the two greatest commandments are loving God and loving others.....The fact is: When we make it our mission in life to make sure that our children are entertained and having fun, we are teaching them that that is what life is all about–them! It also can prohibit children from using their imaginations and their own creativity to come up with something fun to do on their own ..."<br />
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On the flip-side, my sweet, little angel girl is the opposite. She is very capable of making a day full of interesting fun for herself with only her purses, lipstick, babies, 'business', cowgirly pants & boots- or flipflops whichever suits her fancy for the day- and her very vivid imagination! It's quite entertaining for me as well---until she catches me watching ;-)<br />
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Rather than going out of our way to find ways to entertain our kids, let’s go out of our way thinking of opportunities that we can serve and love others <em>together</em>.<br />
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How about you?<br />
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How do you find the happy-medium with your motherly 'duties' and time with your children?<br />
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Blessings my friends~<br />
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