My message to you – worn out, guilt-ridden moms

My message to you – worn out, guilt-ridden moms

To you, mom of young ones, my heart goes out to you. Not because your days are endless and exhausting and wonderful and difficult. Not because of potty-training or the temper-tantrums from a strong-willed two year old who was, five seconds earlier, a sweet, quiet angel. Not because of sleep depravation or because of your lack of adult conversation. No. My heart breaks because so many of you are caught up in the chaos of all the, “You shoulda _____, can’t believe you do or don’t _______, good moms do ____, good moms don’t_____….” You gotta compete with Pinterest. Gone are the simple bedrooms. Simple birthday parties. I know it’s great for ideas but don’t you ever get overwhelmed with all the possibilities? Creating...

To persevere when you want to give up

Sometimes we look around only to discover that we are still struggling with the same issue, same person, conflict, addiction…sometimes in relationships we find that the sins and struggles of another bears down on us to the point where we don’t care to have the heart to carry on. It has become exhausting and wearying. It would be so much easier to walk away. Dealing with women who have spouses that struggle (or when the wife is struggling) has been revealing of all the sorrow that people carry when someone close to them is in bondage to sin. There is no way around it – sin is ugly, it destroys, it wounds, it has consequences. It is especially difficult when you are married to someone who seems to be bent on destruction. How does one persevere in...

When all you see is your failure.

Sometimes, all we see is our failures. We just can’t seem to get it together. We are overcome with the driving sense of inadequacy that can paralyze and shake our confidence to the point where we shut down – frozen with the fear of even more failure. When we are on a path that seems so treacherous, and honestly, at times, so very lonely we wonder, who is traveling here with me. Have I gotten so far off, so far away, have I missed the mark by so much that now I’m a thousand miles from where I should be? We look around and though we’ve tried, it seems like the best that can float to the top is something that is just going to sink again, What’s the point, why try, it’s no use, I can’t do it, I will only fail, maybe God...

Super heros can’t save if they are only thinking of self

“Super hero’s don’t just think of their self, they think of others.” Over and over again, we’ve been attempting to help Luke understand that he must think of how his actions/words effect others. He likes to think of himself as a superhero and that he can save the world, save anyone. There was a time when all he could do was attempt to protect himself, but now that “His dream has come true with a family,” he sometimes gets carried away and forgets about others. Even when we are blessed with wonderful things, we need to think of others….that’s what I tell Luke… then I remember myself… I must think I’m a super hero too because I think of “me” most of the time. I think of me when I am...

Taken in.

I stole some minutes today. I made a choice to worship my King. I put on my absolute favorite CD and I forgot about the dishes that were stacked on the sink. I forgot about all the writing I needed to accomplish, the e-mails I hadn’t yet answered, the fact that the dog was stretched across the floor at my feet. I chose to focus my heart in complete adoration and praise to my God. Life and business could have easily held me captive. I could have gotten so much done. I could have knocked a lot of the list…but I choose not to do what needed tending to…cause my soul needed tending to. I was carried away. I was in the presence of the throne of God and I danced. It was me and my God in my kitchen. The dog at my feet didn’t matter, neither did all...

You don’t have to have it figured out today!

So, Jack the Wonder Dog just finished wallowing his shedding self all over my cream colored couch. Usually I have a section covered for his attempts to twist off as much of his fur as he possibly can but that cover is still in the dryer. If I walk to the dyer I will pass some laundry that needs to be done and a floor that needs to be swept and a list on my kitchen counter that needs to be marked off.  Instead of feeling the guilt over those things that need me, I’d rather tend to me right now.  That looks like processing my week via my fingertips at the moment.  I’ve been processing a lot lately….like I should have produced a lot of canned goods with all the “simmering,” I’ve been doing in my mind. Let me tell you…its...

May friendship, encouragement and grace abound!