Saturday, November 12, 2016

Two Choices

Inevitably, when momma tries to find even the smallest "piece of quiet" SOMETHING will fall apart!

By all appearances, Tyler had everything under control this morning while I stayed in bed to nurse my headache.  I even went so far as to compliment him on the amount of peace that was happening downstairs.  All the quiet and calm!

Well, that should have been my FIRST CLUE!

Turns out when one of your small children is taking a bath (with ALL soap removed from the tub, because experience is nothing if not a GREAT TEACHER), that that child will remove their body from the bath full of warm water JUST TO GET THE SOAP!  Because BUBBLES!!  Apparently the small amount of bubbles preciously provided wasn't nearly enough.

So, I have 2 choices:

1. Rage.  Rage at all the naughtiness!  Why, for the love of all things sane, do my kids insist on SEEKING OUT THE NAUGHTY?!

or

2. Thankfulness.  Yes, thankfulness!  Thankful for a sweet, quiet hour where nobody was fussing or fighting or hurting my ears in some way.  

I chose to be thankful, and it has undoubtedly changed my morning!

So, buy more soap.  Build a shelf and install it out of reach and store the soap there.  But in the meantime, be thankful for the cheap entertainment and the blessed hour of peace! 

Before bath time:



After bath: completely empty, completely empty and enough left for 2 showers. 

Thursday, November 10, 2016

For A Purpose

Last weekend I had the privilege of attending a business conference with my sweet friend, Sandy

Of the 3,000 women that attended, I feel like I may be the ONLY one who came home and completely shut down her business.  Beep, beep, beep, beep ______________________ flat-lined.

I am nothing if not a little compulsive and a go-getter, so it's no surprise that I would come home from a summer vacation and remodel a storage shed and start a little baking business, in a two week time frame.  The only problem with this is...

I don't LOVE baking.  Hey, I don't really even LIKE baking.  So I believe it's safe to say that it is not my passion.


Was I scared to start?  Yes.  Was I afraid to put myself out there?  Yes.  Did I do it anyway?  Yes.  Did I fail?  NO!  I made back every penny that I invested in my little Sugar Shack within the first 2 months.  The last month and a half was all profit!  That is not failure.

Was I sad when I made the decision to call it quits?  A little.  Did I give it everything I had?  Yes.  I gave it what little I had in regards to time and energy.  Do I regret starting something just to have to shut it down after 4 months?  No!  I learned so much and was able to meet so many amazing people that I would otherwise not have seen.  I succeeded at what I wasn't sure about in the beginning.  I was scared and vulnerable but I did it anyways.

What now?

Where do I go from here?

The second day of the conference we were told to write a letter to exchange with another lady that weekend.  Say something encouraging to someone who may be scared to start, or just needs to hear that she has what it takes to make it work.  Be an encouragement.

Here's my letter:


Date 11/5/16


Dear                                              ,

Never forget to always remember Whose you are.  Use your gifts and talents to shine for His Kingdom and His glory and point people to Him.  You were created for an amazing purpose.  Take time to be still and hear what He has to tell you and move when He speaks.  Don't doubt!

To love others well, you must first love yourself.  There is no shame in treating yourself well.  

Be humble and kind.

Step out in faith and take the next step.  Always take the next step!


Yes!  This is my advice and encouragement to everyone.  All of it.

However, a few hours later, when it was time to exchange letters, the host tells us to open our books and fill in the Dear____________________  with our own name.

Why?  Why is it SO HARD to apply these things to my own life when I feel like it's good advice for someone else?

Why is it so hard for me to love myself?

Why can I not wrap my brain around the fact that I was created for a specific purpose?  ME Little ol' me.

Why?

Because that Satan,..  He is a crafty thing and always bent on destroying love and beauty.  Women are his specialty.  Of course he attacks men, too.  Don't get me wrong.  But he has a special hatred for anything that brings life and portrays the beauty of God.

And I have listened to his little whisperings in my ear.

"Who do you think you are?  You are nobody special.  You will never amount to anything.  Nobody cares."

And on and on he goes.  And I have sat and listened to him for long enough.

I was created ON PURPOSE - FOR A PURPOSE!

I am still seeking out what that might be, but in the meantime, I am going to take some time to just be still and listen.  I am going forward from here believing that there is a special place for me and a me-sized hole waiting to be filled!


                                                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You and I are chosen for a purpose, we are healed for a purpose, we are called for a purpose, and that purpose always involves other people." - Christine Caine

Monday, November 07, 2016

This past weekend we were challenged to write 2 things, every morning, that we are thankful for...

Here's the catch...

BEFORE clicking on any other app on our phone!  No email, no Facebook, no Instagram, no news, etc. (you get the picture)

Open your notes app and get to typing!

Easy peasy.

Right?

Well, old habits die hard and as I have made it all the way to my SECOND day... I fail!

Yep!  Wake up.  Grab phone.  Click Facebook.

I am weak!

Well, I did make it downstairs, grabbed my Bible, sat down and open my notes.  And there they were; number one and number two.  My 2 things I was thankful for yesterday.  Next up:  number 3 and number 4.  Easy enough.  3. My kids and 4. Quiet time.

I kid you not!  No sooner did I finish typing the 'e' in time and I hear a huge crash, so I jump up (from my quiet time) and check on the puppy.  Not because I care more about the puppy than anyone else, but because it was so loud that it sounded like it was where I am, downstairs.  Nope, puppy's good.  Let her outside, then head upstairs which is the only other option.  As I top the stairs I see one son standing by the bathroom door waiting his turn.

M- "Is everyone alright up here?!"

T- "Yeah, he fell out of the bed onto his face."

M- "Is he ok?"

T- "I think so."

(Now an alarm is going off! Y'ALL!!!  It's FIVE THIRTY IN THE A.M.!!)

Said child comes out of the bathroom and I ask, "are you ok?"

T2- "yeah."  And heads back to bed, scrambling to get to the alarm clock so he can apparently GO BACK TO SLEEP, because I haven't seen either one of them come down the stairs to start their day.

Now to get to my number 4...

QUIET TIME.