Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Choose Joy

Parenting has taught me LOTS of things.  Don’t ever leave the bathroom door open, little people can eat lots of food, take a change of clothes, trust your nose, small=quick, it is possible to love even more than you knew, you will never get it all figured out, joy is not dependent on circumstances, and so much more…. But that little part about joy has been a big lesson to me.

It seems that no matter what is going on, that little boy can find joy in it.  Whether we are eating, riding in the car, playing outside, eating, dancing around the house, reading books, eating, cuddling, playing on his rocking horse, eating, building with blocks, working puzzles, eating, or even sleeping… he finds a way to make it fun and put a smile on his face.  It doesn’t always start out “happy,”  he may fall down and scrape his knee, his shirt may get wet (which he is NOT a fan of), he may run out of food, but even still, he finds a way to enjoy what it going on- and that is INFECTIOUS- no matter what the circumstances.


I have learned that being happy and being joy-filled really are two different things.  Happy is often dependent on how things are going- we all got out the door on time, everyone grabbed breakfast, the outfit I wanted to wear was clean, all my students are present so I’m not going to chase down make-up work, the sun is shining, the temperature is just right, I got in a solid run, I had time to fix dinner, I got to go to bed early… all those things make me happy.  But the reality is they happen less than 1% of the time and the chances of all those things happening on the same day…. well that is too small of a number to calculate!  Instead, I watch my son as a reminder to CHOOSE JOY.  Joy is that hope deep within, that tells me no matter what- the Spirit of God is dwelling inside of me and I will not be crushed.  Joy says even on the hard days I will remind positive, because I know God is in control.  Joy says when things aren’t going right, look around and find pleasure in the little things.  Joy takes inventory of what cannot be taken from me and makes that a reason to thank God even when other things are gone.  After all, joy is a fruit of the spirit- and if we allow the Spirit to guide us, joy is going to shine through no matter what. 
“May the God of hope fill you with all JOY and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”   Romans 15:13

This past Friday I received one of the most precious and humbling pieces of artwork I have ever seen from a student.  She had taken time out of her evening on Thursday to draw this picture of me.  She made sure to point out that she added my “haystack hair” (that alone I find an adorable and hilarious description of my need for big hair) and she gave me quite a “tan.”  But the words were precious to me… “You are so bright the sun itself turns jealous.” 
As I hugged her and thanked her and wiped away a tear all I could think was “Oh baby girl, that’s all Jesus.”  There are so many days I do not feel like I am shining, but I’m so very grateful that his Spirit finds a way to shine through even when I don’t feel “happy.”  And it is always my prayer, that Jesus shining through, is what those 22 kiddos see in my every day.  Even when I am not “happy” with them for leaving trash on the floor, and talking through the entire math lesson, and spilling a water bottle on the floor, and being impatient with their computers- I pray they will still see JOY shining out of me.  The joy of the SON that is so bring the SUN itself is jealous. 

“Then the righteous will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father.”  Matthew 13:43a

Today, and everyday, I choose JOY.  

Monday, October 2, 2017

Little Things

I will admit, sometimes I am crazy busy and pretty stressed, and when I am I often overlook “the little things.”  On weeks like this one where I am juggling work, appointments, parent teacher conferences, family obligations, heightened stress levels, and hoping to feed my family something slightly more nutritious than frozen pizza- I am just not spectacular at noticing small details or simple gestures.  But the last few days I have been given precious reminders… sometimes those “little things” really are the big things. 

While (A) had some work obligations this past weekend, (a) and I spent a couple days at the farm with my family and my grandparents who were in from out of state.  On my Saturday morning run I let myself literally run, down memory lane.  I have gone up and down that stretch of county road hundreds of thousands of times in my life… and in the early cool of the quiet sunshine on Saturday morning I allowed myself to remember those times. 

When I was a little girl my mom and I would walk down the road to the main part of the farm to check in with dad.  We would stop and smell the honeysuckle, pick milkweed and Queen Anne’s lace, and I remember that it could NOT go in the house because my Momma didn’t want ants…. Sometimes the little things really are the big things.  When I was learning to ride my bike, it was the pinnacle of achievement when I was deemed safe enough to ride from the house to the barns at the main part of the farm.  As I entered jr high, my grandfather was battling full blown Alzheimer’s Disease and my daily trip up the road included stopping that their house to pick up Papaw on the ATV so he could go with me to water cows.  It wasn’t a taxing chore on either of us, but it was precious time together.  Him feeling as if he was still contributing to the farming operation, and me learning how to reverse the roles of care.  It wasn’t a big deal to me… but sometimes the “little things” are the big things.  As a teenager, I hauled all kinds of farm equipment up and down that stretch of road, and I will always remember how much I enjoyed those long hours in the tractor lost in my thoughts and singing loudly to the songs on the radio.  There were even a few times I hit that stretch of road REALLY early in the morning because (A) and I had been to the late movie the night before, and I knew that if I wanted to be allowed to go on another date with that cute guy from the next county over I better prove that I could “roll early” the next morning to be at work even after being out late.  When I went away to college, that stretch of road came to mean even more- because while I loved what I was doing the time I spent at home was all the more precious.  And as I have grown to an adult with a family of my own, the stretch of road always brings me back to safely, security, roots, faith, family, life’s important lessons… all those “little things” that really are the big things.  As I allowed myself all those memories this past weekend I couldn’t help but realize that all those “little things” are what made me who I am.  They make up the biggest parts of me. 


Later that same morning (a) wanted me to go with him to “see baby cow” as he put it and check on “Doc” (my sister’s horse).  As I watched him lead me around the farm and jabber at me like it was the first time I had ever been there and he was the official tour guide- I have to admit, I wiped away a few tears.  Just the “little things” like watching him climb the gate the same way I used to and how excited he was to “see cows” made me realize that those little moments together really are the big things, the things that matter. 


The last few weeks our family has received so many cards, calls, texts, messages, invitations, and words of encouragement.  I know that to the people who extended those things it felt like something small… but sometimes the “little things” really are the big things.  Today one of my dearest friends kept (a) for the day and when she returned him he was also accompanied by a hot dinner prepared for our family because she knew I’m a little overwhelmed right now.  Because I know her heart, I know she thought those were little things, but to me they were big things that meant more than I could even tell her.  And it made me think again… that I need to stop- even in the busy weeks- and pay attention to the “little things.”  Because more times that I realize, the little things really are the big things.


 He told them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. 32 Though it is the smallest of all seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.”  Matthew 13:31-32

Monday, September 25, 2017

Where's Dada?

My son’s favorite person has always been his dad.  His rank of favorites goes something like Daddy, Sadie (our dog), Titan (our other dog), Doc (my sister’s horse), then throw in grandparents, aunts, uncles, childcare workers, his goldfish, and FINALLY I can get a “Mama” in after all of those people… but I’m ok with that because I think he’s dad’s pretty epic too, after all, that is why I married him.  The two of them have been inseparable pals since the first time he was placed in (A’s) arms.  They play together, read stories together, go on adventures together, Daddy does morning routine, bath time, and teaches ornery tricks like growling at the dinner table. 

To (a), “Dada” is his safe place, his strength, his shoulder when he is sad or doesn’t feel good, his best friend, his partner in crime, his source of giggles and tickles, and the one he showers all his love on.  He even loves all his Daddy’s things.  This past Saturday (A) had to be at work early in the morning and was gone before (a) got up, so (a) spent the entire morning taking me around the house pointing out to me “Dada’s towel,” “Dada’s shoes!”, “Dada’s!!” (that was a can of body spray he was holding up), and continually making my phone light up to the backscreen picture of the two of them so he could shout “Dada!!”


As most toddlers do, (a) has a phrase that he uses 1,467,982 times each day- “Where’s …. (fill in the blank)?”  However, the last couple of weeks he has sensed that things are not completely normal in our house and his CONSTANT question is “Where’s Dada?”  While many times the answer is “At work,” there are also TONS of times when he asks “Where’s Dada?”  when the answer is “Right there!” across the room.  He just needs that reassurance that Daddy is still right there close to him, ready to be all the things that he needs. 

While sometimes his constant question over an answer this is so easy to see makes me crazy, it has been a reminder that I have needed to hear.  That NO MATTER WHAT, our Father should be my safe place, my strength, my shoulder when I am sad or my heart hurts, my best friend, my source of joy, and the one I shower all my love on.  Over the last few weeks I have found myself asking sometimes, “Father… where are you!?” and He has graciously found thousands of ways to remind me “I’m at work in your life.  I’m right here!”  Sometimes I just need the reassurance that our Heavenly Father is still right here close to me, ready to be all the things that I need. 

Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.14 I will be found by you,” declares the Lord
                           Jeremiah 29:12-14a           

In the meantime, I sure love sharing my life with these two and watching the love of an amazing Father and his beloved little one.  

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Great is Thy Faithfulness

Great is Thy faithfulness, Oh God my Father,
There is no shadow of turning with Thee

I grew up on a red hymnal with the words “Hymns of Faith” printed on the front.  And this song, Great is Thy Faithfulness, was always one I loved.  It is one I often sing to (a) at bedtime and one I always smile when I hear.  But I will admit, sometimes I forget just how true it is…

Thou changest not, Thy compassions they fail not,
As Thou has been, Thou forever will be.

Change is not usually something I look forward to- I mean really, who does?!  But when change is not by choice, I realize how much it means to have an unchanging God.  Even when things don’t feel good, God is STILL Good.  Even when you are scared, God is STILL shining light on the next step (and I can’t lie- sometimes I would REALLY like to see the next 3-4 steps at a time, but that doesn’t always happen).  Even when you feel wounded, God is STILL compassionate and loving toward his children.  He often sends His people to show compassion and to bandage your wounds.

Great is Thy faithfulness, Great is Thy faithfulness,
Morning by morning new mercies I see.

I have always been a planner and a girl who is prepared.  Even as an elementary age girl I kept a calendar and a day planner complete with “important deadlines,” my social events, birthdays, and upcoming plans I did not want to chance missing.  I have been a list maker, and I always check it twice to make sure I am prepared.  My family can still tell you about the list from 1998 that I literally labeled at the top as “List of things for if I forget I should be SHOT!” (Hey- it was a hectic and important week in my 14-year-old life!)  That being said, when I lost control of the plan for my life I was immediately in a tail-spin.  But living day by day has allowed me to see something I often didn’t notice before… morning by morning new mercies I see.  When I am taking things day by day I am seeing each day’s mercies and blessings as beautiful gifts.  They have come in the form of cards, hugs, encouraging words, meals shared, childcare offered, seats saved, the grin and giggle of my little boy, and so many other precious blessings that I often would have overlooked if I wasn’t searching for them morning by morning. 

All I have needed, Thy hand hath provided.
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me.


And it is true… all I have needed, and then some.  God has shown us how graciously He provides.  In one particular situation in the last week we had been praying very specifically over our need and had ask God that, if He was willing, there were some details that were important to fall just a certain way.  We also asked a close circle of friends to pray specifically over those details as well.  Later that very day, (A) called to tell me the need had been met… down to EXACTLY every one of the details plus a tiny kick more.  Overwhelmed with gratitude my sweet hubby said to me, “I’m SHOCKED!” And through tears I told him, “I’m NOT.”  While I do NOT believe that God is a genie-in-a-bottle to grant all our wishes and requests, He continues to show my family that HE IS FAITHFUL.  And I knew that such a specific answer to prayer was a chance to remind us that He will provide.  Thank you, Lord… GREAT IS THY FAITHFULNESS.  

Monday, September 11, 2017

Please Come and Worship with Us...

Six simple words: Please come and worship with us….

When they came through on my phone just after midnight on Saturday, my friend could never have known just how much they would mean to me.  They were literally a lifeline. 


Our little family is in a period of transition.  The transition came swiftly and we were very unprepared for the way it happened.  For the first several hours we were reeling with devastating sadness and loss and overwhelming uncertainty, but it didn’t take long for God’s people to show up in mighty ways.  Calls, texts, and messages of love and support starting coming from 10 different directions but the first moment I knew we were going to be ok was the moment I read the invitation “Please come and worship with us…”  I looked across the room at my very broken husband as I read it to him, and I was wracked with tears as I said, “I want to go.  Can I say ‘Yes!’ Will you be ok?” And he responded, “Yes, let’s go.  I WANT to go.”  And in that moment God whispered deep into my soul that we were going to be ok. 

As a girl who was raised in the church and married in to ministry, I have not received many invitations to church in my life (mostly because I was already there).  But until I was hurting, I had no idea how much an invitation to worship together could mean in someone’s life.  For someone to invite my family, broken as we were, to join them to sing praises, hear powerful promises from scripture, and feel the presence of God together, was healing salve in a gaping wound.   And it made me think… if a simple invitation to come and worship could mean so much to me, what could it mean in the life of someone else? How many times have I been too nervous to ask, so I withheld the invitation.  Or I was ready, but found some way to convince myself they were going to say no, so I just decided not to say anything.  I have vowed to myself that in the future I will remember what a lifeline that invitation was to me when I desperately needed one, and I will strive to throw it to others.

Please come and worship with us…
-Where you are free to share, but we aren’t going to ask any questions
-Where your tears are ok
-Where you will be unconditionally loved
-Where it is ok, to NOT be ok
-Where we will love you where you are

In our time of transition, I am so grateful for that lifeline, and the many others that have been extended to my family through calls, texts, messages, hugs, invitations, encouraging words, and most of all prayers.  God is SO very faithful, and those lifelines have been that reminder.

Please come and worship with us…

23 Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. 24 And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, 25 not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.

         Hebrews 10:23-25 (NIV)

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

What Your Preacher's Wife Won't Tell You

Today what I’m going to share with you is scary for me… like the idea of standing in front of a crowd in a swimsuit kind of scary.  But I am going to be very honest with you because I pray I’m not the only girl who feels this way.  I do NOT share it for any kind of sympathy or pat on the back, but I share because I hope this will bring encouragement to other sisters standing in my same size 9 shoes and the ministers they love and support.

What your preacher’s wife won’t tell you, is that the guy up front in the pulpit each week… he’s just like you.  He has a set of fears, anxieties, and stresses.  He worries about his health, his kids, his house repairs, his finances, his job performance, his weight, his to do list, his own faith walk… just like you.  He is exhausted, and stretched thin, and doing his VERY best… just like you.    

What your preacher’s wife won’t tell you, is that the weight of your burdens, your struggles, and your prayer requests come home with him.  He and his family don’t begrudge you for it, because he loves his people and he loves the ministry, but it is not something he can turn off when he walks through the door.

What your preacher’s wife won’t tell you, is that it is very painful to hear people complain when they don’t get their way, criticize the way things are going, or say they are just too busy to plug in to any volunteer opportunities or programs outside of Sunday morning.  It hurts because she knows how hard her husband has worked and how many hours he has poured out to create opportunities, build programs, and grow the church’s family.  Lack of commitment is painful because she knows he has committed 200% of himself to the ministry and others are unwilling to commit even 10%. 


What your preacher’s wife won’t tell you, is that church member emergencies never happen at 10 am on a Tuesday.  They are always during a birthday party, or special family dinner, or double date night, or after the baby has gone to bed.  And he and his family are happy for him to go and be there for you, because he loves his people and he loves the ministry, but it comes with sacrifices to his personal time. 

What your preacher’s wife won’t tell you, is that sometimes it is really hard to juggle all the evening church functions (that other families can pick and choose to attend but her family can’t) with getting quality family time during the week.  And she is happy to see her hubby attend those functions, because he loves his people, and he loves the ministry, but that doesn’t make her miss him any less when he is still at work late while she is home, or he is busy working the event while his family sits without him at another table. 

What your preacher’s wife won’t tell you, is that her family has their share of “stuff” too, they just don’t share it often because they don’t know who they can trust.  It can be hard to discern who truly cares, and who would just like to know about your life to pass it on as juicy gossip.  And that leads to the next thing…

What your preacher’s wife won’t tell you, is that it is often a very lonely role.  She feels truly blessed and humbled to serve alongside her husband in ministry, so she doesn’t want to share her struggles because she doesn’t want to sound like a complainer.  But she is human too, and craves (and cherishes) the bond and trust of a couple good girlfriends who she can be “real” with- no strings attached, no judgments passed.

What your preacher’s wife won’t tell you, is that she spends a lot of time doing her best swan impression.  You know, where what you see on top looks put together, calm, and peaceful- but under the water she is frantically paddling just to stay upright and afloat when it comes to her own and her family’s schedule, healthy, and emotional management.  She only lets you see what’s on top because she wants you to know she is very grateful for ministry opportunities and doesn’t want to be shut out of those opportunities.

What your preacher’s wife won’t tell you, is that she walks a very careful balancing act.  If she doesn’t jump in with both feet, she is accused of being “standoffish” and anti-social.  If she does jump in with both feet, she quickly faces unrealistic expectations of what all she should be responsible for.

What your preacher’s wife won’t tell you, is how desperately she wants you to tell that man you appreciate him and you see the good he is doing and the hard work he is putting in.  That you see him as a person and not just someone who should grant your wishes as to how the Sunday service should run.  She doesn’t want you to wait until your annual Christmas card or October when it is officially “Pastor Appreciation Month.”  Tell him on a random Friday when he checks in to tell you he looks forward to seeing you at church this Sunday.  Tell him on a Sunday when you see him high-five the kids coming in for worship.  He does NOT do ministry for the praise of men, he does it because he knows that he is called by God to love people and love the ministry.  But he is human too- and the words “Thank You” and “I see how hard you work” go a long way to restore his weary heart that he is pouring out daily into what he does. 

What your preacher’s wife WILL tell you, is that her family loves God’s people, and they love serving in ministry. 
She will tell you they WILLINGLY make sacrifices for the good of the Kingdom and the good of the church where they serve. 
She will tell you they covet your prayers always, and a little extra grace on the hard days. 
She will tell you that she loves that man up front, and thanks God for giving him to her. 
She will tell you that SHE did not choose ministry for her family, but that GOD chose ministry for them and they are giving all they have to fulfill that “choosing” for HIM.

 "But as God’s ministers, we commend ourselves in everything:
by great endurance, by afflictions,
by hardship, by difficulties,
5 by beatings, by imprisonments,
by riots, by labors,
by sleepless nights, by times of hunger,
6 by purity, by knowledge,
by patience, by kindness,
by the Holy Spirit, by sincere love,
7 by the message of truth,
by the power of God;
through weapons of righteousness
on the right hand and the left,
8 through glory and dishonor,
through slander and good report;
as deceivers yet true;
9 as unknown yet recognized;
as dying and look—we live;
as being disciplined yet not killed;
10 as grieving yet always rejoicing;
as poor yet enriching many;
as having nothing yet possessing everything."

2 Corinthians 6:4-10 (HCSB)

Monday, August 28, 2017

Not Just Enough

As I flopped down in my chair tonight to eat dinner (A) asked what was wrong.  I started to tell him “nothing” but knew he would read right through that, so I admitted… it’s that age old female dilemma… I’m not Wonder Woman. 

So I began to tell him what’s “wrong”… One look around my house right now is enough to bury my head in the sand.  There is laundry waiting to be done, laundry needing to be folded, a stack of Mega Blocks and tractors knee deep in the corner of living room but strewn corner to corner, a pile of dishes in the sink, and those stupid fruit flies coming from my broken garbage disposal (of course the dumb thing would quit in the middle of grinding week old coleslaw- which is impossible to completely remove from the bottom of said broken disposal).  I have papers to grade, parents to respond to, a Google Classroom that needs my attention, and lesson plans to be tweaked for later in the week.  I need to get in a few more intense trainings for a run we are doing this weekend, there are plans to be created and put in place for a new ministry position I am taking on next Sunday, I have a blog to write for tomorrow, and I desperately just want to sleep.  I read something on social media this weekend from two ladies I hugely admire that made me feel like I am a terrible example as a woman and a selfish mom, and one look at this to-do list and mess around me leaves me thinking that assessment of myself is very possibly correct. 
Oh this mess...

And just as I finished telling (A) my list of shortcomings (a) took a piece of his dinner which I had taken 30 minutes of time and energy to lovingly prepare (mostly because I felt guilty for not cooking for the last several days and I am worried about gaining weight from our on-the-go eating…) and that ornery little boy threw the piece of food on the floor and announced “I throw it!”  I wanted to cry from the overwhelming feeling of not being enough. 

At that point (A) decided to tell (a) he was done eating and it was time for his bath.  Which was code for “let’s give Momma some time so she can deal with the things that are stressing her.”  As I finished my dinner in two minutes of peace I began to pray about what I was going to write tonight.  I felt far too drained and inadequate to share anything from my heart, so I began wracking my brain for something brief and simple that I could throw out when a still, small voice audibly reminded me “In ME, you are sooooo enough.”

That was a very powerful reminder that I desperately needed to hear tonight.  By myself, it is true, I am not enough.  I do not have it all together, I do not wear a cape, I cannot make it all happen, and I will not do everything right.  But through Christ, I can be enough. 
              “His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of Him who called us by His own glory and goodness.” 2 Peter 1:3 (NIV)

If I will focus on Him and who He is calling me to be, the other things will fall in place.  The house isn’t going to clean itself, and the papers aren’t magically going to be graded, but He will lead me to be the “enough” I need to be as a wife, mom, teacher, ministry team member, and friend.  And I have to learn to accept that as “enough” for me, because actually the verse in 2 Peter says what God provides is not just enough to get by… it says He has given us “EVERYTHING we need…”  What a gracious gift! 

One of my favorite Christian authors is Holley Gerth.  In her book You’re Already Amazing (Revell, 2012) she says this:
              “I think the enemy tricks us into believing we are not enough because he knows if we discover the truth, we’ll be unstoppable.” 

So now that my little self-pity party is over, I’m going to get some sleep, and tackle tomorrow with an unstoppable kind of enough, the “EVERYTHING” God’s divine power has graciously given me in Him.


Monday, August 21, 2017

From the Friendship of Children

One thing that has constantly amazed me as a parent is a child’s capacity to make friends at a very young age.  And when I say “make friends” I don’t just mean visit or flirt with anyone who talks to you (as it would seem my son has that down too)- but I mean genuinely get excited to see each other, share your food, hold hands to walk, laugh at each other kind of friends.  My (a) has a best friend (ax) who I always just assumed would be his “friend” because his parents are very close to us and we do lots of things together.  But as time has passed, and I have watched their little friendship grow, it always blows my mind and stretches my heart.  They are genuinely SO excited to spend time together.  A few weeks ago we were headed to their house and (a) just couldn’t get his act together (really!? You’re 18 months old son, it’s time to be responsible and get yourself ready to go places).  He couldn’t find his shoes and wouldn’t hold on to his sippy cup (ok, I couldn’t find the shoes, but that was because he had been playing with them).  Finally, I told him “I need you to get your shoes now so we can go to (ax)’s house!”  He immediately made the most hysterical face and started literally shaking with excitement.  He miraculously found his shoes and was ready to go within seconds of this news.  And his arrival was met with a reciprocal greeting.  The fun thing is, this was not an isolated incident.  It is the norm when he knows they are going to spend time together (and often involves a mad dash to the nursery on Sunday mornings to find his pal). 


They are also fabulous at sharing with each other.  Toys, giggles, food, germs, each other’s dogs, clothes, parents… they don’t mind to share.  Despite how it looks from the camera angle, there was absolutely no fight over this bag of chips, nor was there one over the red popsicle they had shared earlier in the evening.  They simply both feel like what’s mine is yours- including hugs and kisses or reassurance from each others' parents.  Ever since they were very small these two have willingly and lovingly been proud to share with each other.  Now don’t get me wrong, there are scuffles from time to time, but they are usually resolved with a hug and some love and a chance to try again. 

Since (ax) is 13 months older than (a) he has always been the protector in the friendship.  When (a) was first learning to walk (ax) was always so excited to hold his hand and help him or offer encouragement- it made my heart skip a beat so many sweet times.  And he is quick to remind him “no no” when (a) is getting into something he shouldn’t be.  There is no judgement between them, no unsettled anger, no drama, no one-upping, just pure innocent friendship.  And it often makes me think how much adults could learn from the friendships of small children.


*Do we genuinely get excited to see each other and spend time together? Or is friendship just a social obligation because of things we have in common.  True friends- the kind you want to hold on to with both hands- make you so excited to see them, whether it has been 6 weeks, 6 years, or 6 minutes since you were together.

*Sharing is caring.  Maybe it is your wardrobe, your apple pie recipe, your favorite lipstick, or your Friday night dinner plans- but real friendship means sharing our lives and our hearts.  All the way back in the Garden of Eden God said that it was not good for man to be alone, and I don’t think he just meant his eating would suffer (though I’m pretty sure that would be the case for my dad and my hubby).  We were created to live in community, to share in our joys and our struggles, to share laughs and concerns. 
              “A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.” Proverbs 17:17

*Most scuffles can be resolved by a hug, and some love, and a chance to try again.  We are not perfect, we are human, and because of that it is inevitable that we won’t ALWAYS agree with our friends.  There may even be days when want to walk away and be done “playing” for a while.  But that doesn’t mean a good friendship is worth throwing away.  Extend some love, and find the chance to try again.

*Hold hands and encourage each other when one of you is likely to fall down or trying to learn to “walk.”  The world is full of enough mommy-judgement, social media qualified experts, negative third cousins twice removed, body shaming, opinion giving noise makers.  No more of any of those are needed… just hold hands and encourage each other.  Maybe her new venture is riskier than you would take, but you wish you were as brave as she is- tell her she is brave.  Maybe this leap of faith looks like a free fall with no parachute to her, but you think she will be a rock star- tell her she’s a rock star.  And maybe she will fall down, but if you are holding her hand she is less likely to skin her knees and more likely to try again.
              “Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up.  But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up.”
                                           Ecc. 4:9-10

*Sometimes, someone has to be the protector and say “no, no” when one of you is trying to get in to something you shouldn’t.  For some of us that means a warning on touching that piece of cheesecake, or wearing those leggings with the giant print that make you look 1,300 lbs bigger.  But it also takes a lot of love as a friend to look at a life situation and say “hold on, this choice isn’t God’s best for you.”
              “As iron sharpens iron, so one friend sharpens another.” Proverbs 27:17

I’m so grateful God put some ladies in my life to be the kind of friends my son has in (ax)- {who I think learned by watching his sweet momma be that special kind of friend to me.} 


And most of all I’m grateful that God loves us enough to want us to have that extra special friendship with Him.  He wants us to share our joys and pains with him.  He loves us enough to give us a chance to try again when we fail Him.  He holds on tightly to us when it looks like we might fall and encourages us to “walk”- even walk on water.  And He loves us enough to tell us “No, don’t make that choice because I have a better plan for you.” Thank you, Lord, for your daily lessons on friendship.  

Monday, August 14, 2017

Uh-Oh Moments

I’m just gonna say it… parenting a toddler is not for the faint of heart.  This weekend my hubby was feeling pretty under the weather, so I was toddler wrangling mostly on my own while still attempting to get some school work done.  By 9 am on Saturday he had already written all over my school papers in ink pen, eaten parts of 3 Roma tomatoes as if they were apples leaving a trail of tomato seeds, juice, and the 3 partial eaten tomatoes all over my kitchen, drug out every pair of shoes he owns (even 3 pair that no longer fit), refused to sit in his high chair so he could sit in a “big chair” at the kitchen table, and thrown 5 balls behind the couch where I could not reach them.  By noon everything he could get his hands on was either eaten or destroyed. 
I promise I was supervising! Toddler is NOT an accurate term for an 18 month old…sneaky (hungry) speedy ninja is a far better description.  This was also about the time he insisted he stand in his kitchen chair (which he knows is NOT ok).  I reminded him twice to sit and the third time decided to use my “mom voice.”  When he still wouldn’t sit I counted “One, Two…” and then he finished for me by announcing “Three!!”  At this point I looked over at (A) who was all puny in his chair and I heaved a big sigh.  He chimed in that I should be proud of the counting skills.  That was NOT helpful.  I was beginning to recite Psalm 127:3 over and over to myself “Children are a gift from the Lord.  They are a reward from Him.”  The ninja seemed to think all this was hilarious.

I finally decided to give up on my school work to-do list and give in to his begging to go “outside!”  I changed him in to his play clothes and we headed out.  Upon going outside where he said he wanted to be, he was determined to play INSIDE the garage (I have NO CLUE where he became so sure of what he wants or stubborn about it *cough, cough*).  In the garage, he found the remnants of a bag of charcoal which was nothing more than dust… filthy black dust that he proceeded to COMPLETELY cover himself in.    When he was done playing outside I put him straight into the tub for the sake of my carpet and light- colored furniture (honestly… what were we thinking when we bought those colors 10 years ago!?).  I decided after bath time that we were going to spend some quality bonding time together… also known as… Mommy-straps-ninja-in-the-stroller-where-he-can-be-contained-while-she-relieves-stress-by-runnning. 

Fast forward to Sunday morning.  I am still feeling some frustration from the messes and destruction from the previous day, (A) is still not quite healthy enough to be helpful (and has to get to early church service anyway), and I am already formulating a plan to call in reinforcements for the afternoon.  But lucky for me, the ninja decided to sleep in long enough for me to get a hot shower in peace and begin the process of getting ready for church.  However, when he awoke he was back in full form and ready for mischief.  He was very cooperative about getting breakfast and letting me get him ready for church, so I made the mistake of letting my guard down for 30 seconds while I started to straighten my hair.  At this point in the story I should also share that he has a particular affinity for playing in a short, round, porcelain “water-table” with a lid on it.  I heard the sound of “kerplunk, splash” followed by the dreaded words “UH OH, Mommy! Uh oh!”  I looked over to see him holding open the lid to the toilet while he pointed inside and continued to say “Uh on, Mommy! Uh oh!”  I looked in to see my husband’s glasses in the toilet water (which lucky for him was actually quite clean as I had just squirted in some toilet bowl cleaner and was letting it soak for a few minutes!) 
I was so frustrated and asked “What is the rule about playing in the toilet!!??” to which (a) answered “No, no, no!” I told him that was right and proceeded to ask (with a groan) “Then why do you continue to do it!!???”  My sweet boy just looked up at me, again said “Uh oh, Mommy”, pulled on my hand indicating me to fix the situation, and smiled up at me like he just knew I had the solution for the problem he had created.  And because his smile was so sweet, and he was SO convinced that I could fix the mess… I melted, forgave all the stress and frustration he had caused me throughout the weekend,  got a plastic glove, and retrieved the glasses from the toilet.  I told him he HAD to stay away from the toilet, but it was all going to be ok. 

And later in the day as I relayed the story to my husband of (a) pointing at the mistake and his “Uh oh, Mommy” it hit me… How often I make mistakes that create “toilet situations” and “Uh oh” moments in my life.  And while I do not deserve any help because in my humanity I mess up over and over and God should feel frustration and anger towards me, instead when I go to him seeking His forgiveness and help to clean up the situation He looks on me with love, pulls me in His arms, and forgives my “Uh oh” messes.  It is incredibly humbling to be so loved.  I do not deserve that love or forgiveness, but He gives it freely when I ask.  I’m so thankful that He pulls me out of the toilet, and keeps loving me anyway, despite my “Uh oh” moments. 
“But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”

                                           Romans 5:8(NIV)

Monday, August 7, 2017

A Back to School Reminder

Back to school… if you are a parent or a student back to school hits you one of two ways-  you are either very excited or very sad.  Excited to begin a new year, sit in a new classroom, have new clothes and supplies (I mean seriously, there is just SOMETHING magical about the smell of a new box of crayons!), make new friends, excited to have your kids out of your hair or have your routine back… or sad to see summer leaving, sad to go back to early bed times, and early alarms, sad for your kids to be out of your house for 8 hours a day, sad to see them growing up so fast and moving on to a new grade, sad to see all the money leave your bank account for new supplies and new clothes…. Parents and students have one of those two feelings about going back to school. 

As a teacher however, I have a different feeling.  For me each new school year brings with it a humbling honor and responsibility- the chance to place my heartprint on a new set of little lives.  I feel the immense amount of trust that parents place on me by sending me their greatest treasures each day.  It is my responsibility to help them learn and grow and feel safe and loved and important from 7:50 each morning until 3:20 each afternoon.  I realize that for many families, I spend more waking hours with their children Monday-Friday than their own parents, and that is something I do NOT take lightly. 

These desks await 22 students who will walk in to my classroom ready to start their first day of 3rd grade on Tuesday morning.  This classroom- where they will spend approximately 37 ½ hours of each week (give or take some recess time) for the next 10 months.  Before I closed my door for the last time tonight I prayed over each desk individually and for each child, by name, who will sit there during this new school year.


My job for the next 180 school days will be to instruct my students in math, reading, writing, science, social studies, how to get along with others, how to be responsible, how to keep track of a pencil, how to use their new laptop correctly, how to call for help when even the teacher doesn’t know how to use the new laptop correctly, how to solve the problem of what to do when someone “cuts” you in the lunch line, how to take a deep breath before you begin a standardized test, how to tell yourself “I can do this- I’m a problem solver,” how to push the button to come in from recess when you forgot to pee before going out, how to politely ignore the kid who picks his nose beside you, how to praise each other to success, how to graciously handle defeat, and so many other things.  And the parts of the job my students will not see me do is stress over data, spend hours on plans, spend my own money for classroom items, wipe my tears when I see them struggle and I don’t know what to try next, or lay awake concerned over what is happening in the “tough” homes.  And I am not unique to this role, it is the same thing my colleagues will do throughout my building, school district, and across our country. 

                              (This little reminder hangs between my light switch and door frame for me to see each day.)                

I don’t tell you any of this so you will think anything special of me, but I share my story of how I do my job so I can also share what God taught me about this job a few years ago.  There was a time I was incredibly frustrated with my work in the schools, I was upset with favoritism/drama, I felt insignificant, and I was ready to give up on doing my best.  Then God led me to a verse in 1 Corinthians. 
“Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm.  Let nothing move you.  Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.”
                                                                         1 Corinthians 15:58 (NIV)

I realized that whether I was a librarian, or a teacher, or a lawyer, or a trash collector, or a nurse, or an IRS agent, or a farmer, or a politician, or a stay at home mom, or a greeter at the Stuff*Mart- if God had called me to this work I was to give myself fully to that job, because it wasn’t about me, or even the specific job I was doing, it was about living out HIS purpose for me in that place, and that labor would not be in vain.  And I cling to that verse every day.  On the hard days it keeps me going, and on the days where I feel proud of myself it humbles me to remember it is for His glory, not mine.     And my prayer for you this week is that no matter WHAT you are doing, you will stand firm, and give yourself fully to the work of the Lord, wherever he has assigned you. 

“Nevertheless, each person should live as a believer in whatever situation the Lord has assigned to them, just as God has called them.  This is the rule I lay down in all the churches.”
                                                                            1 Corinthians 7:17 (NIV)

And in the meantime, if you think of it, I would appreciate your prayers for this place… I’ll be there fighting with new laptops, digging in desks for lost papers, praying I don’t bring home head lice or bedbugs, and humbly lovin’ my heart out on 22 other families’ greatest blessings.






Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Time: The Blessing Not the Curse

Time…. I recently saw a video of Mary Kay Ash, the founder of Mary Kay Inc, describe time as a daily bank account deposit of $86,400.  She asked what you would do if you had an account where $86,400 was deposited daily, but none of it could roll over from day to day.  How would you spend it? And how would you feel about whatever was lost because it hadn’t been spent by the end of the day?  Her words really made me think. You see, 86,400 is the number of seconds we have in each 24-hour day.

This week is my last week home for the summer before school starts.  Right now, I am “Summer Kristi.”  For several years that is how we have jokingly referred to the chic who shows up in my life at the end of May who cooks more often, cleans our home more often, laughs more, and has a decreased level of stress.  I love teaching and I love where I teach, but that concept of time seems even more precious to me this week.  Actually, it has seemed a little more precious to me all summer.  I’ll admit- I have often viewed time more as a curse than a blessing.  That is because usually I am running late for something!  I get frustrated at how quickly time slips away or how there is never enough of it. 

But this summer, I have spent a huge chunk of my time with a toddler.  A toddler who seems to be growing quickly, exclaiming new phrases every day, learning a new trick each week, running more, snuggling less, and becoming less dependent on his momma each day.  At the beginning of the summer I could see just how quickly he was changing, and I made a promise to myself that I was going to soak up as much of it as I possibly could.  I decided I would be much more mindful of how many hours I mindlessly lost on social media, or in front of the TV and instead I would focus on playing ball, walking around our yard discovering things, climbing up and down our deck steps 7,392 times a day, pulling a red wagon, splashing in the pool, reading books that I could recite from memory, snuggling at nap times, and giggling through meals.  I even spent some time just sitting quietly watching… marveling at the little personality he has, how he interacts, and how his mind works. 

 I cannot say that I been a master of this plan all summer- some days I have really stunk at it.  Some days I have become frustrated at his level of “busy,” some days he just makes me flat exhausted, some days I still had TONS of things to accomplish and reverted to feeling like time was a curse.  However, this summer of watching my time has truly reminded me of what a blessing TIME is.  We can’t buy time back, but we can give it to others freely.  Time is a gift, but we have to choose to accept it.  Time doesn’t cost us anything, but it is more precious than diamonds. 

As I step back in to my classroom on Friday, my prayer is that I will remember how precious time is.  That I will use my work time wisely, that I will use the time with my students to give them my best each day, that I will make the most of my time in the evenings with my family, that I won’t give up on my time with God when I am exhausted, and that I will use every one of the 86,400 seconds He gives me each day to be grateful for this life He allows me to live. 

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens;”

                                                                        Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NIV)

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