A Lot Horrible…and A Little Good…

I am sitting with a warm cup of coffee and listening to Christmas music as my boys build wooden blocks on the floor.

Yes, I know it’s bit early for Christmas music…but I just can’t help myself.

I know that some are saddened that the hot weather has passed, but I have to say that I absolutely love this time of year.

The chill in the air, the coziness I feel in a warm sweater and baking seems so much more appropriate than in the summer.

I think warm fresh bread tastes better in the Fall and Winter.

Yesterday my five-year old son was asking to try a sip of my warm decaf-coffee. I humored him and waited for the response I’d get after he tried it.

He looked very thoughtful for a moment and said…“Well mommy…It’s a lot horrible…and a little good”. He got me thinking, as often my boys do with light bulb moments that remind me check in with my personal thought life.

It reminded me that far to often I allow one negative thing in my twenty-four hour days to dictate how my whole day is viewed.

The day can be going beautifully and there can be a terrible smudge that appears…a child misbehaving..an argument between brothers…so many good things can occur in a day….but then my positive view the day becomes destroyed. Just one minute is all it takes. Homeschooling has been a tremendous blessing, but there are those moments when you wish the school bus would come pick them all up. ( In a moment of frustration.)

Do you ever have this happen? Frustration attempts to take hold of your day…plowing through even  the most positive of days. Just that one event or moment takes charge of your attitude toward the rest of your day.

I have in fact been working on this in my heart and my head. Praying God would make me aware of my attitude and how I view the very breath He gave me…each second…not to neglect joy that He provides in my life, even when ugliness occurs.

So my goal this week is to make a habit of happiness.

When the things that make my day dark occur…I want to get through them and come out the other side still thankful and appreciative of the day, regardless of its bumps and pot holes that attempt to flatten my tires and take me off my path.

Be encouraged in moments like these.We can pass through the dark clouds and return to the bright day of sunshine first with the help and strength of the Lord, and our willingness to be aware and be prepared..to be proactive about the outcome of our attitude.

Sleepy Or Wide Awake…

Awake, yet drowsy…my day began slowly and with a bit less intention then normal.

That warm cup of coffee greeted me kindly, yet I still found myself moving in slow motion.

Conversation wasn’t easy with my children, and my attempt to mediate scuffles

was lacking in zeal…

I’m tired today…more impatient…

Instead of sitting alone on mornings like this…tearing myself away from the noise, I found myself comforted by read my Bible in the comfy corner chair in my living room.

There was still the tick toc of time passing and the kids playing…

but I found myself inching closer to my Savior in the midst of the sleepy, impatient, desire to take the day off kind of morning.

Mornings such as these don’t require more sleep, (maybe a little)

more coffee,(well….maybe yes)

but for me it is a time to remember my moods…my actions and what I represent to my children.

When my children look at me,

do they see a picture that they want to appreciate, one with purpose and beauty, one that when on the wall makes the room brighter…

or is it a piece of scrambled art…nothing makes sense and you can’t make out what it’s purpose was in the first place…

This morning, tired or not…I desire to represent what Jesus calls us to do…

Love one another…

with our words…our actions…in all we are…

in our home…

getting into the Word and receiving encouragement through it’s pages…calming my heart and opening it to the refreshing of it’s Truth…bring me closer daily

to who I want to be in Him…and for my children…as we learn together daily…

what our purpose is…

Sleepy…or wide awake…

we can still grow in Him.

Dead Grass…

It’s that time of year when the birds are singing…the lawn movers are roaring and kids are running through the grass squealing and playing.

Even with all the rain and dew that we wake up to in the mornings, we still see brown patches in our lawns on occasion. What do we do?  We try to figure out the source of the problem…grubs? What could it be? Is our soil infected with something killing our grass…? Some dig up the dead grass and plant new…but sometimes scraping off the surface and spreading new seed isn’t always the answer. Sometimes we call the professionals…they come…they push around those little carts filled with “professional” lawn care products. In hopes that this will be the answer.

So often when dealing with a situation in life we tend to just pull back the first layer of unforgiveness, hurt or sin not dealt with in our lives. Sometimes we try to cover it up with something, something new..thinking it will change the course of our circumstance. Often what occurs is not pretty. We’re okay for a small while…but yet the issue lives on and the grass of our lives is brown and dry once again.

Tending to our soil…nurturing it and filling it with the necessities and needs for growth…Digging deeper when the soil is rotten or infested with something that

can’t be removed without shoveling out to bad and filling it back up with the good.

Do you have brown  spots of dead grass in your lawn? Are you tending to it or just trying to cover over what lies beneath. Those brown dead spots in our beautiful green lawns of life will continue to return until dealt with.

1 John 1:8-9 ~ If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

AND KNOW  when you dig up and remove all the ugliness from beneath…here is a reminder of what can lay over that new soil in place of the old.

Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.  Worship the Lord with gladness; come before him with joyful songs. Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name.  For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.

Be encouraged…take heart…you can do it…I am too

Asking For Direction…

Fear clenches tightly to us when we allow it. Think of walking down streets you are unfamiliar with, looking for signs….where do I go?

Instead of being disoriented and lost without clear directions or a map ,we can know clearly which path to take if we stop long enough to ask.

Asking is the most important task…Asking the Lord…asking for His direction..His Peace and Strength…

Asking that He remind us to think of others who’ve made wrong turns, or who’ve gotten lost on streets nearby. To help those who are in need and to pray for those whom He brings to mind.  We all need direction…support….prayer…

The sign at the path I want to walk on say’s “Faith, Hope, and Love”.

All Doubt and Fear are unwelcome on this path…It won’t find me here….

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When we begin to open our eyes to the Joy before us, and the God holding us, what’s behind us doesn’t seem as frightening anymore.

If we just let the Lord map out our plan…our life…our control will not take us in a wrong direction…He will maintain us, uphold us and guide us through the life He has made for us. Just Let Go….Just Let Him walk you through every step…

Darkness to Victory!!!!

I was but dust…He made me …and made me His

I was not worthy of forgiveness and love…

But He made me Worthy…

My sins dark and ugly….He was unable to look upon them…

 

He forgave me …and tossed my wrongs…my sin…into the furthest ocean…

I am His

I am in His hands…the Cleft Of The Rock

My Savior…Healer…King

The Victory is His

He is the Victory!!!

He Gave His own life…

sacrificed Himself for me..

His Pain and agony…He was bruised and beaten…

Placed on a cross…hands and feet nailed to the tree…

True Love….His Love given to me…His Everlasting Life…A Gift…

He’s Crowned with Glory and Honor…

He is Risen!!!! He is Risen Indeed!!!

HAPPY EASTER!!!!

Cars, Monster Trucks and Strawberry Shortcake?

What a plan I had…really I did! It was a good plan…to take my 3 boys age 7, 4 and 2 shopping for two little friends birthday gifts….girl…friends…

So we buckled up and drove off to find some “girly gifts”.

We don’t shop frequently for unnecessary items…but of course that doesn’t end the ever-present desire for “I want this Mommy”, I wish I could have that Mommy!

I gave my speech on the way to the store…the typical one and also the speech I give when we are on our way to shop for someone…other then us…

“Boys…now listen up…we are going to look for some birthday gifts for our friends…we are not to ask for anything for ourselves…nor do we touch anything..and keep your voices quiet…People are trying to shop calmly…Do you hear me?”‘

“Yes Ma’am”…responded my two oldest, and a mild grunt from my 2-year-old…

Upon arrival we all latched hands and walked into the store. The first 5 minutes were relatively successful…but the last 10 a bit of a struggle….

“Mommy look at these monster trucks. We could buy some for our friends birthday! ” replied my 4-year-old.

“Sweetie we are buying gifts for girls, I don’t think monster trucks are want they’ll want.”

Mommy! Look at that car! We could get some for our friends…and us…it would be nice for everyone!”

I stood there thinking” Oh my word…what have I gotten myself into?

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My boys have no idea what to buy for a girl…all their ideas don’t apply…way to go mom!”

Then we moved to the gift bags…I asked them to pick a special one for each of their friends…as I was walking down the aisle I realized my two year old had grasped onto a handful of balloons that were blown up and of hanging with strings from the ceiling.

Explaining to a two year old that “No, in fact we cannot buy the balloons even if they make you happy and smiley!”, was not the easiest of arguments to win, but I persevered and we moved on.

While trying to find the perfect gift bag…we seemed to have become entangled in a bit of a balloon mess…I think the clerks thought that the circus had come to town and was shopping in their store.

As we were walking I spotted the detergent isle..I needed clothing detergent…I suddenly heard my 7-year-old say “Mommy, why are you buying something for yourself?” Remember? We’re not buying things for ourselves today.

Are you kidding me…I thought!

He truly thought it was for me…How funny! I had to explain…”Do you know what this is? It’s to wash our clothes…all of our clothes, for our whole family.” “Oh,  sorry Mommy, I didn’t realize”.

So, regardless of the craziness of our small shopping trip , the boys were very well-behaved (Thank the Lord), it was just too much decision-making for one mom and 3 boys to handle.

Although I am now exhausted from this hilarious and hair brained idea of a morning… I wouldn’t take it back.

These are the things that make motherhood so memorable, living in our own little storybook of a life perhaps.

As my 7-year-old said to me the other day ” Mommy, every good story has bumps along the way.” He sure was right.

Attempts at teaching generously and sharing may seem never ending and difficult…but quite frankly I’m still learning too. The more we give, the more we want to give. Giving is better than receiving.  I want to teach that all year round, not just at Christmas. To see someones face light up and spread cheer into their life somehow is priceless. To know that someones heart was made happy from a small gesture of kindness…that’s awesome.

Overall, our trip was successful and gifts were bought. We came home and filled the gift bags and are excited to give what we picked out for our special friends.

So whether your shopping with your kids for Cars, Monster trucks or strawberry shortcake…you can be sure to make memories…and learn some lessons along the way. I’m certain of it!

They Have My Heart…

There is something truly precious,  a treasure that is discovered within the Motherhood of raising boys.

The bumps, bruises and scratches…the noise that happens..that is created by their very presence…

Dressing like cowboys…trying on different hats…wanting to wear the hat the other brother has…crying about the hat…

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wrestling…playing…someone always gets hurt…crying again…angry but for a moment

forgiving…hugging…the beauty that happens…

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Big wheels…scooters…rock collections…dirt…mud…baths…

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wants a snack…wants a hug…wants another hug…pick me up please Mommy?

Wants to read…reading to each other…sitting side by side giggling at the funny story…

the bond…the joy…to see this treasured and amazing sight…

the sweetness of brothers…brotherhood…

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it’s positively lovely…

what a blessed life I’ve been given

to watch…to learn…to grow..

while raising three little boys…

that have captured my heart…

that have my heart

and always will.