Geesh. It's been so long since I blogged that I barely know what I am doing in Blogger! It's so updated and streamlined. And, I'm not.
I am only blogging as a diversion from doing my final assessment for my Business Management class. Ugh. College sounded like so much fun two years ago. The honeymoon has worn off. I have seven classes left and I everytime I have to do an assignment I wonder what the heck I was thinking signing up for this. I'm actually listening to Justin Bieber right now. See? It's worse than you thought.
If you are under the age of 25 right now and have not gone to college, go sign up. RIGHT. NOW. It is not meant for 42-year old mothers of three. Nope. It is best if you just go now. Major in anything. Just go get a degree for the love of college. It isn't pretty doing what I do. Ummm...It's Saturday night and I'm blogging about not wanting to finish a final and now I'm singing along to vintage Edie Brickell. Scary, isn't it??
And on an unrelated note, 197,208 miles later, I'm car shopping. I figured I may get more money on a trade in if I don't have to actually TOW my van into the dealer. I may cry on that day I say the official good-bye. It sort of, but not really, reminds me of putting my cat to sleep. I've had this van since December of 2004. Many a car trip has been taken in my swagger wagon, lots of wonderful memories in this van we fondly refer to as "Stinky". However, I am going to be graduating from a mini-van and into a Honda Pilot (SUV). It just screams that my all my kids will be leaving home one day soon and I will need a vehicle to transport lumber and my seven show dogs (isn't that what people do when their kids leave home??). Oh. I don't really like this whole "my kids are growing up and leaving me" thing that seems to be looming on the horizon. I mean I like them the way they are now. No need to grow up.
You know what I really want to be doing now? Reading the third book in the Hunger Games series. But, if I bring it in my house, nobody will have food or clean clothing until I finish reading it. I'm really not kidding. The first two books were so good.
Lastly, I will leave you with this random thought that I’ve tried not to entertain. Take your kids to Disney when they have free dining. Because every time I think of Christmas that's all I want to buy for my children (and me).
Okay, break time is over. Time to write an essay on Alderfer’s ERG theory and Herzberg’s two-factor theory. Stop being jealous. Not everyone gets to do such cool things on a Saturday night.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Never Giving Up
I've been in hiding. At least from a blogging/transparent/unapologetically-throwing-my-thoughts-out kind of way. Lots of stuff happening around our house, but I've grown accustomed to the chaos. I still haven't decided if I like the isolated/"busy" person I've become in recent years so I don't know that I want to spend a whole bunch of time droning on and on in the blogosphere about life on a daily or weekly basis. But, I felt drawn here today for some reason to be honest because I'm fighting a brokenness right now and maybe somebody else is, too. I have no words to offer, really. Just a prayer and a song. We all go through stuff and we all have seasons of disappointment and discouragement. I'm just trying to pass through it quickly and with my mind set on Christ and while I know that's the best way to do it, some days it's hard to put into practice.
So, if you're in a tough place right now, this is for you. Soak it all in.
Be blessed today knowing He's Never Giving Up.....
So, if you're in a tough place right now, this is for you. Soak it all in.
Be blessed today knowing He's Never Giving Up.....
Friday, March 23, 2012
Well, well, well...look who remembered her blog URL....
I have not posted since May and I am probably one of three people who may actually read this, but I'm feeling a little bit like I need to throw a few thoughts out for consideration.
Returning to college is pretty much killing my interest in writing. Everything is so academic, long, APA style with works cited that I miss just blogging about my guilty pleasures like Dance Moms and garlic fries from Sheetz. Life can sometimes be too serious now for such frivolous topics, though my children seem to think I can be prettyridiculous funny most of the time.
Speaking of life being serious, I am dreading the 2012 elections. Dreading. I don't think any of the candidates can give us what we need and for the first time in my adult life I don't even know who to pull for. I read an interesting article by Erika Napoletano, but for gosh sakes if obscenity offends you, please don't click over to her blog because you will be horrified. However, if you can make it through a few of her posts without cringing from the language, she is a no-nonsense person who basically says it's time for politicians to start behaving like they are invested in this country and we, the people. F-bombs aside, the woman is insightful and I can't help but like her style of writing.
And, speaking of writing...how about The Hunger Games? My first response: Ew. No child of mine is going to read a book or watch a movie about kids killing kids. Then, I realized I didn't read the book and I didn't know enough about it and perhaps some good could come from being exposed to these themes, characters and scenarios. Age and maturity should be considered so I'm going to read it in my spare time (hahahahaha) and pray about it before I decide one way or the other if it is something I want my kids to see. I'm trying to stop condoning or condemning strictly on other people's opinions. And, quite honestly...it is refreshing to think this way. Ahhhhh. However, are you going to see me pick up the Twilight series? Um. No. Vampires are icky.
Well, as I'm learning the best blog posts shouldn't babble on and on , I'll stop for now. However, I do plan to address more important topics at some point like our new Kuerig, Pinterest, media's influence on what we think, coaching, mothering, including the fact that my first born child is less than a week away from getting her driver's permit.
It may take me until next year to actually write it, but it's simmering on the back burner.
Returning to college is pretty much killing my interest in writing. Everything is so academic, long, APA style with works cited that I miss just blogging about my guilty pleasures like Dance Moms and garlic fries from Sheetz. Life can sometimes be too serious now for such frivolous topics, though my children seem to think I can be pretty
Speaking of life being serious, I am dreading the 2012 elections. Dreading. I don't think any of the candidates can give us what we need and for the first time in my adult life I don't even know who to pull for. I read an interesting article by Erika Napoletano, but for gosh sakes if obscenity offends you, please don't click over to her blog because you will be horrified. However, if you can make it through a few of her posts without cringing from the language, she is a no-nonsense person who basically says it's time for politicians to start behaving like they are invested in this country and we, the people. F-bombs aside, the woman is insightful and I can't help but like her style of writing.
And, speaking of writing...how about The Hunger Games? My first response: Ew. No child of mine is going to read a book or watch a movie about kids killing kids. Then, I realized I didn't read the book and I didn't know enough about it and perhaps some good could come from being exposed to these themes, characters and scenarios. Age and maturity should be considered so I'm going to read it in my spare time (hahahahaha) and pray about it before I decide one way or the other if it is something I want my kids to see. I'm trying to stop condoning or condemning strictly on other people's opinions. And, quite honestly...it is refreshing to think this way. Ahhhhh. However, are you going to see me pick up the Twilight series? Um. No. Vampires are icky.
Well, as I'm learning the best blog posts shouldn't babble on and on , I'll stop for now. However, I do plan to address more important topics at some point like our new Kuerig, Pinterest, media's influence on what we think, coaching, mothering, including the fact that my first born child is less than a week away from getting her driver's permit.
It may take me until next year to actually write it, but it's simmering on the back burner.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Take Me Out to the Bore, I Mean, Ball Game
I was going to write a poem about softball but then realized that there are not enough words that rhyme with "boring".
#2 and #3 are both playing on different teams and there seems to be a game to go to almost every night! I just don't have the patience for softball and baseball. It is so slow. I once told another mom, if they could condense the actual action parts (someone hitting a ball, stealing a base, running home, throwing someone out, etc...) into about 25 minutes then I would be interested. But, it is almost painful watching the pitcher pitch a ball, the catcher drop it, walk over to pick it up, throw to the pitcher, who pitches another outside ball and on and on and on.....I (and the ump) get so excited when he calls a strike. And, speaking of the umps....they have proved to be the most entertaining part of softball this season.
Once our ump didn't show up for a majors game (girls nine through twelve), so a parent from the other team was recruited to ump. After long pauses, he made some calls on the pitches but when the ball was hit, our runner made it to first just as the first baseman caught the ball. The ump shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know". We all just sat there waiting for him to call it one way or the other until finally our coach called our player out more out of awkwardness than anything else! However, there are some more professional umps out there. Our minors team (ages seven through nine) played a game with an "official" ump who took his job very seriously. Too seriously. By the fourth inning I had nicknamed him Paul Balart, Softball Ump. He was a walking rulebook and The Husband (who coaches our team) started to get upset when he instructed our outfielders to move four feet off the base line when they were only about three feet off. When seven year olds are hitting (or, in most cases not hitting) there is no need to stand way out there! But, he was the official expert and it made for an entertaining game. Not a play went by without him reviewing the proper way to throw a bat, where to stand, when to swing, etc.
I also keep "The Book" for games. I remember feeling like this was some great honor a few years ago to be taught such a prestigious task. However, I don't like The Book. I'm a little too chatty to do a good job keeping The Book. I had done it a few weeks ago for our majors team and at the end of the game I declared it a tie. I'm shouting, "we tied!" out to the coaches, telling the girls in the cockpit or dugout whatever it's called, and a parent came up to me and said she thought we were down by one. "Oh no, The Book has us tied. I counted it several times", I assured her. Meanwhile coaches from both teams were gathered on the field and I was called over. Apparently, I counted a sixth run that came in on a five run maximum inning (too many stupid rules) so we lost. Whoops! My bad (and, my big mouth)! I have not been asked by that coach to keep The Book again since that game! Since I'm married to the other coach, by default I usually have to keep The Book. However, I am training young Jedi knights to take over the task and now #1 can do it, as well as some of the random kids at the softball field who just happen to be passing by. I buy them ice cream in exchange for relieving me of the dreaded task.
I also like to help coach. Uninvited, of course. I think since I coach soccer I feel entitled to coach just about any other sport I go to whether I know anything about it or not. I try to "help" with the line up and throw my two cents in. I almost offered to ump a game but realized I don't like it when people hate me. And, since I can barely do The Book, I probably wouldn't know a strike zone if it hit me upside the head (and actually getting hit upside the head was a good possibility for me in my easily-distracted state....look, a butterfly!).
Of course, I am somewhat kidding. I really enjoy watching my kids play just about any sport. And, there is something to be said for being outside catching up with the other moms, enjoying the warmer weather and being thankful it isn’t raining or snowing!
#2 and #3 are both playing on different teams and there seems to be a game to go to almost every night! I just don't have the patience for softball and baseball. It is so slow. I once told another mom, if they could condense the actual action parts (someone hitting a ball, stealing a base, running home, throwing someone out, etc...) into about 25 minutes then I would be interested. But, it is almost painful watching the pitcher pitch a ball, the catcher drop it, walk over to pick it up, throw to the pitcher, who pitches another outside ball and on and on and on.....I (and the ump) get so excited when he calls a strike. And, speaking of the umps....they have proved to be the most entertaining part of softball this season.
Once our ump didn't show up for a majors game (girls nine through twelve), so a parent from the other team was recruited to ump. After long pauses, he made some calls on the pitches but when the ball was hit, our runner made it to first just as the first baseman caught the ball. The ump shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know". We all just sat there waiting for him to call it one way or the other until finally our coach called our player out more out of awkwardness than anything else! However, there are some more professional umps out there. Our minors team (ages seven through nine) played a game with an "official" ump who took his job very seriously. Too seriously. By the fourth inning I had nicknamed him Paul Balart, Softball Ump. He was a walking rulebook and The Husband (who coaches our team) started to get upset when he instructed our outfielders to move four feet off the base line when they were only about three feet off. When seven year olds are hitting (or, in most cases not hitting) there is no need to stand way out there! But, he was the official expert and it made for an entertaining game. Not a play went by without him reviewing the proper way to throw a bat, where to stand, when to swing, etc.
I also keep "The Book" for games. I remember feeling like this was some great honor a few years ago to be taught such a prestigious task. However, I don't like The Book. I'm a little too chatty to do a good job keeping The Book. I had done it a few weeks ago for our majors team and at the end of the game I declared it a tie. I'm shouting, "we tied!" out to the coaches, telling the girls in the cockpit or dugout whatever it's called, and a parent came up to me and said she thought we were down by one. "Oh no, The Book has us tied. I counted it several times", I assured her. Meanwhile coaches from both teams were gathered on the field and I was called over. Apparently, I counted a sixth run that came in on a five run maximum inning (too many stupid rules) so we lost. Whoops! My bad (and, my big mouth)! I have not been asked by that coach to keep The Book again since that game! Since I'm married to the other coach, by default I usually have to keep The Book. However, I am training young Jedi knights to take over the task and now #1 can do it, as well as some of the random kids at the softball field who just happen to be passing by. I buy them ice cream in exchange for relieving me of the dreaded task.
I also like to help coach. Uninvited, of course. I think since I coach soccer I feel entitled to coach just about any other sport I go to whether I know anything about it or not. I try to "help" with the line up and throw my two cents in. I almost offered to ump a game but realized I don't like it when people hate me. And, since I can barely do The Book, I probably wouldn't know a strike zone if it hit me upside the head (and actually getting hit upside the head was a good possibility for me in my easily-distracted state....look, a butterfly!).
Of course, I am somewhat kidding. I really enjoy watching my kids play just about any sport. And, there is something to be said for being outside catching up with the other moms, enjoying the warmer weather and being thankful it isn’t raining or snowing!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Politics, American Idol and High School
I've reached the conclusion that politics are a lot like American Idol and both of those are a lot like high school.
There are stereotypes, shocking revelations, backstabbing, popularity contests, obsessions, scandals and a whole bunch of people who think they know more than they really do about any given topic. There are fans and critics. There are leaders and followers. There is victory and setback.
This comparison occurred to me while contemplating the fate of the next presidential election. Where are the candidates that stand out? I probably wouldn't have voted for him, but at least Donald Trump had some chutzpah. He was like the Casey Abrams of American Idol….most people knew he would not win, but it sure was fun to watch him! It is going to take a savvy, high tech campaign to go up against our rock star president, who believe it or not, has already been campaigning. His "town hall" meetings are basically just an attempt at reaching out to younger voters and telling them what they want to hear. Reminiscent of high school years when everyone follows that one charismatic good-looking kid even when some of the things he/she does has you lying awake at night (I'm not speaking from personal experience, my high school years were fairly unscathed in that regard!).
But, how does this compare to American Idol, you ask? Well, much of the criticism of American Idol this year is that the voting process is not fair. Many of the shows most talented hopefuls were sent home early in the race. The same will hold true of Republican hopefuls. We did not end up with the best candidate in the last election. I can only hope the same mistake does not happen again. People hear what they want to hear based on their values and convictions (or lack thereof). The most loyal supporters will pound the pavement/school lunchroom for votes (or text their vote in 200 times). Are they the majority? Probably not. Part of that problem is the reality that is created by those "in charge"....there is so much that goes into convincing people to believe something that is not always entirely true. We need to be aware of that and not blindly follow a person or doctrine.
Is it a good thing that these particular things have so much in common? I guess that depends on your perspective. Most of us have moved past the politics of high school and American Idol is just a TV show. The part I'm really concerned with is the direction our country will take after this next election. I only hope everyone keeps their eyes open for the bullying, manipulating and phony tactics that will be employed in the next 18 months.
There are stereotypes, shocking revelations, backstabbing, popularity contests, obsessions, scandals and a whole bunch of people who think they know more than they really do about any given topic. There are fans and critics. There are leaders and followers. There is victory and setback.
This comparison occurred to me while contemplating the fate of the next presidential election. Where are the candidates that stand out? I probably wouldn't have voted for him, but at least Donald Trump had some chutzpah. He was like the Casey Abrams of American Idol….most people knew he would not win, but it sure was fun to watch him! It is going to take a savvy, high tech campaign to go up against our rock star president, who believe it or not, has already been campaigning. His "town hall" meetings are basically just an attempt at reaching out to younger voters and telling them what they want to hear. Reminiscent of high school years when everyone follows that one charismatic good-looking kid even when some of the things he/she does has you lying awake at night (I'm not speaking from personal experience, my high school years were fairly unscathed in that regard!).
But, how does this compare to American Idol, you ask? Well, much of the criticism of American Idol this year is that the voting process is not fair. Many of the shows most talented hopefuls were sent home early in the race. The same will hold true of Republican hopefuls. We did not end up with the best candidate in the last election. I can only hope the same mistake does not happen again. People hear what they want to hear based on their values and convictions (or lack thereof). The most loyal supporters will pound the pavement/school lunchroom for votes (or text their vote in 200 times). Are they the majority? Probably not. Part of that problem is the reality that is created by those "in charge"....there is so much that goes into convincing people to believe something that is not always entirely true. We need to be aware of that and not blindly follow a person or doctrine.
Is it a good thing that these particular things have so much in common? I guess that depends on your perspective. Most of us have moved past the politics of high school and American Idol is just a TV show. The part I'm really concerned with is the direction our country will take after this next election. I only hope everyone keeps their eyes open for the bullying, manipulating and phony tactics that will be employed in the next 18 months.
Monday, May 23, 2011
It's Almost the Most Wonderful Season of the Year
As I waited for them on a bench, devouring the kettle corn (much to their disappointment when they returned to a half-empty bucket) that familiar feeling washed over me. Yes, I was in my Hersheypark Happy Place. Summers with season passes mean wandering the park for a few hours in the evening or afternoons lounging in a chair with my Diet Pepsi (ugh, wish it was Diet Coke) watching them splash in the water park. I dare say these few months restore me to have the energy for the remainder of the months that involve school (mine and theirs) and all the activities that go with that. However, this summer may challenge my Hersheypark Happy Place since I am taking double classes the month of July, #1 is in Footloose (the musical) and I am coaching #3's travel soccer team. I still plan to enjoy my down time as much as possible....in the fall I hope to be working more so this summer sort of feels like my last yahoo.
Summertime gives me more time to reflect. I appreciate the slower pace and the extra time available to spend with family and friends. I can read and write for the fun of it. There is a vacation of some kind to look forward to each summer. And, I like to grab my Bible and coffee in the early morning on my days off work and hang out on the deck before anyone else wakes up clamoring for breakfast and "what are we going to do today?". I keep the snacks on hand for the impromptu pool parties that seem to spring up when the kids invite their friends over. There is mint tea to brew and chicken to grill. I really appreciate these small things....including the kettle corn!
Monday, February 28, 2011
TurboFire - Day 6 (And, A Quick Miscellaneous Thought)
Sorry that I am boring you with these daily exercise/dieting updates. But, I'm really shocked that I haven't fallen off the wagon. And despite it going well, I'm actually not much in the mood to talk about it.
There seems to be so much transitioning, especially with my girls. They are living in the valleys and on the mountain tops recently and I am becoming drained. The weight of responsibility of being their mom is weighing on me. Am I doing enough (or, too much?)? Am I praying enough? Did I say the right thing? Argh. They sure are not getting any younger (and, neither am I!) and I am trying to let go and hold on at the same time.
It is definitely one of those times to press into God. His word, His promises, and His love outshine all the questions and uncertainty. He creates a perspective that is hopeful....in the valleys and on the mountain tops.
There seems to be so much transitioning, especially with my girls. They are living in the valleys and on the mountain tops recently and I am becoming drained. The weight of responsibility of being their mom is weighing on me. Am I doing enough (or, too much?)? Am I praying enough? Did I say the right thing? Argh. They sure are not getting any younger (and, neither am I!) and I am trying to let go and hold on at the same time.
It is definitely one of those times to press into God. His word, His promises, and His love outshine all the questions and uncertainty. He creates a perspective that is hopeful....in the valleys and on the mountain tops.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
TurboFire - Days 3 thru 5
I like it!
I really like it!
I feel great. I have been eating well (no sugar!) and doing the TurboFire workouts and I have so much energy that I jump out of bed each morning (after I push the snooze button 2-7 times).
It is not easy, but a very simple conviction struck me this week:
The only way to lose weight is to burn more calories than I eat.
That's pretty profound, I know. Actually I have know that for a long time, but I was hoping for some quick fixes and a revolutionary "Cake Diet" to be discovered.
Weekends have always been a struggle for me overeating and choosing foods that are filled with empty calories (can we say Comfort Food?). With God's grace I had a successful weekend and I feel really good. And, each time I work out, it is encouragement for me to eat healthier.
I've decided that life is too short to be stuck feeling uncomfortable and worn out. I want to have the energy I need to do all that God has set before me each day....and, I want to buy a pair of skinny jeans.
Well....just kidding about the jeans! :)
I really like it!
I feel great. I have been eating well (no sugar!) and doing the TurboFire workouts and I have so much energy that I jump out of bed each morning (after I push the snooze button 2-7 times).
It is not easy, but a very simple conviction struck me this week:
The only way to lose weight is to burn more calories than I eat.
That's pretty profound, I know. Actually I have know that for a long time, but I was hoping for some quick fixes and a revolutionary "Cake Diet" to be discovered.
Weekends have always been a struggle for me overeating and choosing foods that are filled with empty calories (can we say Comfort Food?). With God's grace I had a successful weekend and I feel really good. And, each time I work out, it is encouragement for me to eat healthier.
I've decided that life is too short to be stuck feeling uncomfortable and worn out. I want to have the energy I need to do all that God has set before me each day....and, I want to buy a pair of skinny jeans.
Well....just kidding about the jeans! :)
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Houston, We Have a Problem (TurboFire - Day 2)
My DVD players are both malfunctioning. So, I made it halfway through a workout tonight before I gave up because the screen froze every 6.3 seconds while I was in some horrible position that should only be held for a count or two and not ten seconds.
No worries. I made up for the missing part of the workout by eating only enough food to sustain a hamster today.
Tomorrow, on my way home from work I will be purchasing a new DVD player and I will be back in action. I have to admit I like (not love) the workouts so far despite the fact that they are so difficult to perform gracefully for a woman of my size/age/coordination. And, the fact that my awkward attempts at following along flashes me back to watching my mom Sweating to the Oldies with Richard Simmons on VHS.
It has been entertaining and horrifying at the same time listening to the noises my body makes doing these workouts. Will the clicking and crunching noises eventually stop or is this bone grinding on bone and I should be scheduling an appointment with an orthopedic? It's too soon to tell.
No worries. I made up for the missing part of the workout by eating only enough food to sustain a hamster today.
Tomorrow, on my way home from work I will be purchasing a new DVD player and I will be back in action. I have to admit I like (not love) the workouts so far despite the fact that they are so difficult to perform gracefully for a woman of my size/age/coordination. And, the fact that my awkward attempts at following along flashes me back to watching my mom Sweating to the Oldies with Richard Simmons on VHS.
It has been entertaining and horrifying at the same time listening to the noises my body makes doing these workouts. Will the clicking and crunching noises eventually stop or is this bone grinding on bone and I should be scheduling an appointment with an orthopedic? It's too soon to tell.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
TurboFire - Day One
Well, I didn't die.
But, I can barely move my arms to type this post.
The Husband and I (and some of our children when they feel like it) have embarked upon the TurboFire journey. I'm not sure, but for my entire day I think I only consumed about 1/3 of the calories that were on my first plate of food on Christmas day. I'm getting the sugar-withdrawal headache. I know from experience that it gets real bad before it gets better.
Because I don't have enough to do with parenting, work and school. They say it will reduce stress, but if I can't do things like move my arms and stuff for a few days, that may cause me a little stress. 'Cause I need to be able to move my arms to do things like brush my teeth and you know, drive a car.
In reality, my clothes are fitting alittle a lot snug (and, let's not mention the clothes I have pushed to the back of my closet). So, this is a good thing.
Yep.
Good times.
But, I can barely move my arms to type this post.
The Husband and I (and some of our children when they feel like it) have embarked upon the TurboFire journey. I'm not sure, but for my entire day I think I only consumed about 1/3 of the calories that were on my first plate of food on Christmas day. I'm getting the sugar-withdrawal headache. I know from experience that it gets real bad before it gets better.
Because I don't have enough to do with parenting, work and school. They say it will reduce stress, but if I can't do things like move my arms and stuff for a few days, that may cause me a little stress. 'Cause I need to be able to move my arms to do things like brush my teeth and you know, drive a car.
In reality, my clothes are fitting a
Yep.
Good times.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Chatty McChatterbox
Gosh.
I miss the days of blogging regularly, for fun, when I don't have to insert citations and make sure that my posts are Times New Roman, 12-point, double-spaced APA style. I'd post my papers that I write for classes, but then my seven regular followers would probably drop to negative two.
But, I am not complaining. College is swell.
I have decided to stop saying that my life is "busy"...I've changed that to my life is "full"...doesn't that sound so much less stressful?? Plus, "full" sounds productive and "busy" sounds like an excuse for not calling my mom or neglecting the laundry.
So, part of my "full" schedule includes #1 preparing for her first high school musical. I was beyond tickled that her little freshman name appeared on the poster advertising the event. Perhaps, a little too tickled, but I'm working through that. It has been an eye-opening experience to the parental involvement expected at high-school level activities. I plan to clone myself when both #2 and #3 play sports and do theater at the high school at the same time.
There are some changes on the horizon...good stuff that I am not at liberty to share right now (I'll give you a hint: my due date is around April). Ba-ha-ha-ha. Seriously, I am just waiting on confirmation and clarity and the audible Voice of God and then I can go public in the blogosphere.
Please make sure you visit the devotional posted at Christian Women Today on March 17 and 28. They were written by little old me. Since my schedule is too FULL, I decided rather than try to sit down and write 365 devotions for a book, I'll have a few random ones published online to keep me satisfied that I am fulfilling that call in my life right now.
I'll most likely be coaching girls travel soccer in the fall to which The Husband asked me: "Do you know all the rules and stuff to do that?". Thanks, Honey. I've coached rec for five years, right? Geesh, the man acts like I regularly bite off more than I can chew (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). Yes, I know the important rules.... like only the goalie can use her hands. Duh.
I'm just so glad I'm not a Girl Scout Leader. It is really the one and only activity any of my kids participate in that I am a total slacker. I sold ten boxes of cookies. Six of them are for us. I find myself saying I'm sorry a lot when I'm dropping off/picking up. Thankfully, I can pretty much blame the fact that I am a 40-year old working mother of three in college. That usually helps my case....it is sort of like pleading insanity in court.
I saw the funniest thing on the generic NyQuil bottle tonight. Do not use to make a child sleepy. Is it okay to use to make an adult sleepy? Plus, that stuff doesn't make you sleepy, it puts you in a near coma.
Here is my final thought that I will leave with you and I am going to apologize in advance. Many of you have ridden this roller coaster with me and we are about to strap ourselves in again:
I'm joining a gym. I'm going to be healthy. I'm going to be able to breath in my jeans again. I'm going to eat ice cream....whoops. How did that last one get in there?? Yes, I'm going to try and exercise regularly. Just gonna grab my textbook full of complex theories and words I don't know and read while I run on the treadmills and ellipticals in my designer workout clothes (c'mon, this is how it looks in my little world).
To achieve all of my objectives in the next few months, I have scheduled myself no more than 17 hours of sleep per week.
I miss the days of blogging regularly, for fun, when I don't have to insert citations and make sure that my posts are Times New Roman, 12-point, double-spaced APA style. I'd post my papers that I write for classes, but then my seven regular followers would probably drop to negative two.
But, I am not complaining. College is swell.
I have decided to stop saying that my life is "busy"...I've changed that to my life is "full"...doesn't that sound so much less stressful?? Plus, "full" sounds productive and "busy" sounds like an excuse for not calling my mom or neglecting the laundry.
So, part of my "full" schedule includes #1 preparing for her first high school musical. I was beyond tickled that her little freshman name appeared on the poster advertising the event. Perhaps, a little too tickled, but I'm working through that. It has been an eye-opening experience to the parental involvement expected at high-school level activities. I plan to clone myself when both #2 and #3 play sports and do theater at the high school at the same time.
There are some changes on the horizon...good stuff that I am not at liberty to share right now (I'll give you a hint: my due date is around April). Ba-ha-ha-ha. Seriously, I am just waiting on confirmation and clarity and the audible Voice of God and then I can go public in the blogosphere.
Please make sure you visit the devotional posted at Christian Women Today on March 17 and 28. They were written by little old me. Since my schedule is too FULL, I decided rather than try to sit down and write 365 devotions for a book, I'll have a few random ones published online to keep me satisfied that I am fulfilling that call in my life right now.
I'll most likely be coaching girls travel soccer in the fall to which The Husband asked me: "Do you know all the rules and stuff to do that?". Thanks, Honey. I've coached rec for five years, right? Geesh, the man acts like I regularly bite off more than I can chew (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). Yes, I know the important rules.... like only the goalie can use her hands. Duh.
I'm just so glad I'm not a Girl Scout Leader. It is really the one and only activity any of my kids participate in that I am a total slacker. I sold ten boxes of cookies. Six of them are for us. I find myself saying I'm sorry a lot when I'm dropping off/picking up. Thankfully, I can pretty much blame the fact that I am a 40-year old working mother of three in college. That usually helps my case....it is sort of like pleading insanity in court.
I saw the funniest thing on the generic NyQuil bottle tonight. Do not use to make a child sleepy. Is it okay to use to make an adult sleepy? Plus, that stuff doesn't make you sleepy, it puts you in a near coma.
Here is my final thought that I will leave with you and I am going to apologize in advance. Many of you have ridden this roller coaster with me and we are about to strap ourselves in again:
I'm joining a gym. I'm going to be healthy. I'm going to be able to breath in my jeans again. I'm going to eat ice cream....whoops. How did that last one get in there?? Yes, I'm going to try and exercise regularly. Just gonna grab my textbook full of complex theories and words I don't know and read while I run on the treadmills and ellipticals in my designer workout clothes (c'mon, this is how it looks in my little world).
To achieve all of my objectives in the next few months, I have scheduled myself no more than 17 hours of sleep per week.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Thank Goodness Phil Didn't See His Shadow!!
Being trapped inside with all these snow/ice days made me realize a few things:
1. I know the words to more Justin Bieber songs than any 40-year old woman should admit to.
2. I can't concentrate on my final paper and presentation with kids sitting down at my computer every time I get up. Or, when they argue over whose turn it is to play SuperMario. Or, when they ask if they can have friends over every ten minutes.
3. Facebook and YouTube are way too entertaining.
4. It is really easy to consume half a sixteen-ounce bag of Utz All Natural Kettle Chips.
5. Exercising crossed my mind. I left it at that.
6. I slept more in the last four days then I did in the entire month of December.
7. I have consumed so much coffee, I'm pretty sure a blood sample would reveal a .51 blood-coffee-level.
8. I did not have to rush through completing our taxes...I had plenty of time to search for deductions and calculate how many books, sweaters and t-shirts I donated to Sal Val.
9. Randomly singing show tunes from Little Women entertained me for a solid half hour. And, I sang them badly.
10. I have no idea why I still have a rather large dirty laundry pile. If I can't get it done being trapped in the house for three days, there is no hope.
Spring....come early!!!!
1. I know the words to more Justin Bieber songs than any 40-year old woman should admit to.
2. I can't concentrate on my final paper and presentation with kids sitting down at my computer every time I get up. Or, when they argue over whose turn it is to play SuperMario. Or, when they ask if they can have friends over every ten minutes.
3. Facebook and YouTube are way too entertaining.
4. It is really easy to consume half a sixteen-ounce bag of Utz All Natural Kettle Chips.
5. Exercising crossed my mind. I left it at that.
6. I slept more in the last four days then I did in the entire month of December.
7. I have consumed so much coffee, I'm pretty sure a blood sample would reveal a .51 blood-coffee-level.
8. I did not have to rush through completing our taxes...I had plenty of time to search for deductions and calculate how many books, sweaters and t-shirts I donated to Sal Val.
9. Randomly singing show tunes from Little Women entertained me for a solid half hour. And, I sang them badly.
10. I have no idea why I still have a rather large dirty laundry pile. If I can't get it done being trapped in the house for three days, there is no hope.
Spring....come early!!!!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
For You
Hang on.
Not with your own strength....but, take refuge in the shadow of a God much bigger than our imagination can fathom.
His Love can cover a multitude of pain and loneliness.
Look forward. Look up.
Jesus never came to hold us in bondage to a bunch of rules meant to spoil our fun. Rather, He came to set us free. Free from sin, shame, guilt and being held back from the destiny our loving Father created us for.
Second chances. Forgiveness. Reach out and accept the gift He offers you today. No matter the circumstances....nothing can separate you from the love of our gracious and amazing God.
It has nothing to do with being religious. Take Him down off the shelf and out of the box of preconceived ideas of who He should be. Let yourself become like a child and climb up in His lap for awhile. C'mon.
No need to say a word. He already knows your heart better than you do.
He says He will wipe away EVERY tear.
He will overwhelm you with His peace and restore your laughter.
Dreams are born. Destiny released.
Trust Him.
Not with your own strength....but, take refuge in the shadow of a God much bigger than our imagination can fathom.
His Love can cover a multitude of pain and loneliness.
Look forward. Look up.
Jesus never came to hold us in bondage to a bunch of rules meant to spoil our fun. Rather, He came to set us free. Free from sin, shame, guilt and being held back from the destiny our loving Father created us for.
Second chances. Forgiveness. Reach out and accept the gift He offers you today. No matter the circumstances....nothing can separate you from the love of our gracious and amazing God.
It has nothing to do with being religious. Take Him down off the shelf and out of the box of preconceived ideas of who He should be. Let yourself become like a child and climb up in His lap for awhile. C'mon.
No need to say a word. He already knows your heart better than you do.
He says He will wipe away EVERY tear.
He will overwhelm you with His peace and restore your laughter.
Dreams are born. Destiny released.
Trust Him.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Sixteen
I was a hot mess when we met.
My sweet husband and I met most unexpectantly and after nearly electrocuting myself and unloading all my "baggage" on him, we became friends (although, I'm pretty sure he felt sorry for me since I somehow acted in a most pathetic way around him). He invited me to his church where I fell in love with Jesus. As much as I love my wonderful husband and all that he has given me through the years, that was the most precious thing he ever did for me (followed very closely by his part in making our beautiful children).
So, sixteen wonderful years (well, maybe more like 1 rocky year plus 15 wonderful years) later, it is with a thankful heart that we celebrate our wedding anniversary. This man is truly amazing. He is patient, hard-working and makes me laugh even when I don't feel like it.
We are both very different people than we were on January 28, 1995. We were young and independent, I guess in some ways selfish and stubborn, too. But, I often find myself admiring him now as he fixes something one of the girls brings to him. Or, he patiently sits through a "chick flick" surrounded by huge quantities of estrogen when we all know he would rather be watching sports. And, I love listening to him as he prays. And, as he gives belly rubs to the dogs or does all the countless thoughtful things that make me smile...I am in love with this amazing man and look forward to the dozens of anniversaries we have together for the rest of our lives.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
My First Post of 2011!!
Wow.
New years. New months. New shoes.
Invigorating, right?
I am thankful for the high, low and normal, routine days of 2010. It all prepared me for what is to come this next year. Whatever that is going to be.....
I did learn a thing or two the other night that may help me in the coming year. I will share it with the blogosphere and maybe it might help some of you, too.
I was out dining for a co-worker's birthday the other night while #1 was at the movies with her boyfriend and another friend. The restaurant was close to the movies, so I was going to pick her up when it was over. The movie actually let out early, just as we were getting our food so I asked her for ten minutes. Unknown to me, she texted me a few minutes later that she had gotten dropped off at the restaurant (poor reception on my part so I didn't get it until a few minutes later). She said she saw my van and knew I was inside but she couldn't get ahold of me. She asked an employee (who spoke almost no English) if there was a work party there and he said we were in the back. We were at the back, but I was sitting in a cave-like booth with my back to the dining room, virtually hidden. She walked back several times looking at all the tables and didn't recognize anyone so she started to panic. She went into the bathroom and saw that I wasn't in there, as she was still trying to call me on her cell phone. She started to get nervous that she would get thrown out of the restaurant so she went outside trying to rationalize that she knew I was in there. I finally got her text and went outside to find her in tears. She had called her boyfriend to come back for her and then I walked out as he pulled up. After we sorted through the whole story, she calmed down and we laughed about it. I kept saying to her "why did you get upset when you knew I was there?". She admitted she wasn't sure why, only that she could not see me and she had looked everywhere.
The next day I realized that I know how that feels. How many times have I believed that God is with me, but I could not see Him? I search and search and it looks like He left, yet I know He hasn't. But, those tormenting confusing thoughts begin and pretty soon I am in a panic because it doesn't make any sense. If He is here, than where is He?? Circumstances, decisions, disappointment, sickness....God, if you are with me, then where are you?
But, that's it. I was there in the restaurant all along. Had #1 not felt like she didn't belong there and looked a little closer, she would have found me. Perhaps, if I look a little closer and walk in my God-given authority, I will see Him, too.
I believe that is exactly what I'll do from now on. I will not be afraid. I will not give up. I will seek out my Father in every circumstance since I know....He is definitely waiting for me.
P.S. #1 granted her permission to use this story! :)
New years. New months. New shoes.
Invigorating, right?
I am thankful for the high, low and normal, routine days of 2010. It all prepared me for what is to come this next year. Whatever that is going to be.....
I did learn a thing or two the other night that may help me in the coming year. I will share it with the blogosphere and maybe it might help some of you, too.
I was out dining for a co-worker's birthday the other night while #1 was at the movies with her boyfriend and another friend. The restaurant was close to the movies, so I was going to pick her up when it was over. The movie actually let out early, just as we were getting our food so I asked her for ten minutes. Unknown to me, she texted me a few minutes later that she had gotten dropped off at the restaurant (poor reception on my part so I didn't get it until a few minutes later). She said she saw my van and knew I was inside but she couldn't get ahold of me. She asked an employee (who spoke almost no English) if there was a work party there and he said we were in the back. We were at the back, but I was sitting in a cave-like booth with my back to the dining room, virtually hidden. She walked back several times looking at all the tables and didn't recognize anyone so she started to panic. She went into the bathroom and saw that I wasn't in there, as she was still trying to call me on her cell phone. She started to get nervous that she would get thrown out of the restaurant so she went outside trying to rationalize that she knew I was in there. I finally got her text and went outside to find her in tears. She had called her boyfriend to come back for her and then I walked out as he pulled up. After we sorted through the whole story, she calmed down and we laughed about it. I kept saying to her "why did you get upset when you knew I was there?". She admitted she wasn't sure why, only that she could not see me and she had looked everywhere.
The next day I realized that I know how that feels. How many times have I believed that God is with me, but I could not see Him? I search and search and it looks like He left, yet I know He hasn't. But, those tormenting confusing thoughts begin and pretty soon I am in a panic because it doesn't make any sense. If He is here, than where is He?? Circumstances, decisions, disappointment, sickness....God, if you are with me, then where are you?
But, that's it. I was there in the restaurant all along. Had #1 not felt like she didn't belong there and looked a little closer, she would have found me. Perhaps, if I look a little closer and walk in my God-given authority, I will see Him, too.
I believe that is exactly what I'll do from now on. I will not be afraid. I will not give up. I will seek out my Father in every circumstance since I know....He is definitely waiting for me.
P.S. #1 granted her permission to use this story! :)
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Random Thoughts - Holiday Edition
I could have sworn last Thursday was Thanksgiving, then I blinked and now Christmas is eight days away? Really?
I have come to realize that Christmas is literally a labor of love (which I enjoy immensely...so, I will not complain at all). I like everything about this season (except the longer lines and lack of close parking spaces):
If you have facebook and read my last, last post here, then you are aware that I've been getting some good deals. Like the photo cards for $4.90 shipped to my doorstep. Never mind it took me a grand total of 2 hours and 15 minutes to create them and #1's head may be partially chopped off and I may have spelled our last name wrong since I basically gave up before I proofed it. There were so many technical glitches that if I would have had to do one more thing to it, bad things like it disappearing without being saved, would probably happen. I could not bare it any longer and just clicked on check-out before the men in the little white suits showed up calling my name.
Speaking of my name, someone very sweet left a beautiful note in my youth group stocking. She looked up my name which means "honey bee" and shared some thoughts on how that translates and it blessed me to tears! I must steal her idea and make someone else cry now.
Oh, some exciting news! My van was vibrating and making some awful noises like the engine was dropping out of it or something. So, I took it into our neighborhood auto shop today and my mechanic said it was way overdue for an oil change, needed a new air filter and some other thingy. He said he has no idea how any air got through my filter. When I went to pick up the van, he had the filter laying on the ground and told me in all his years of auto service he had never seen an air filter that dirty (and, he is in his sixties). My response was to throw my hands in the air victoriously and yell "YES!! That is quite an accomplishment, isn't it?". I now have a legacy, people. I think he may keep that air filter as a monument....like the fake mouth filled with gingivitis at the dentist office. And, the icing on the cake was that whatever part he replaced had completely collapsed and the nasty noise was metal rubbing on metal. Thank you, Lord for my guardian angel.
I have baked more cookies in the last ten days than the entire last eleven months combined. And, we take them everywhere we go. I'm pretty sure Target is going to start accepting sugar cookie cutouts next year as a form of payment. Seriously, there is a plate of cookies on our counter almost every night that everyone has been instructed: "DO NOT EAT". I know most of you can relate.
Our elementary "holiday" concert was tonight complete with second grade reindeer, Feliz navidad and Hanukkah songs. Besides my beautiful #2 dancing to a song with friends, the highlight was the boy down in the front, yellow shirt dancing with his own choreography. It's kids like that who win people money on national TV. Of course, we recorded it. Along with everyone else in the room.
It's too cold to go shop. It's too cold to go anywhere really.
Last night at our youth group's Open Mic Night, I listened to my sweet #1 play keyboard and sing the Christmas song she wrote. Despite being sick, I think she sounded fantastic. And, The Husband didn't do so shabby accompanying her on drums.
Our Advent study has stalled due to sickness and schedules, however we have vowed to finish all 20 days of it, even if it takes until until March. We decided that it does not really matter what time of the year we study about Jesus....I guess I always put the emphasis on around Christmas so I could counteract the materialistic part of it. I would like to think as my kids are growing up, they are starting to "get it". And, when they are not reviewing their mile-long wish lists, I think they do get it.
Perhaps next year I will do a Daniel fast between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Ha ha...now that I typed that it looks so extreme. I guess my point is that I am sick of eating.
To all of you out there baking, cleaning, shopping, wrapping and feeling overwhelmed.....be blessed when you pause from the busy-ness for a moment to think of the great gift of Love given to all of us. Then, put that next tray of cookies in the oven!
I have come to realize that Christmas is literally a labor of love (which I enjoy immensely...so, I will not complain at all). I like everything about this season (except the longer lines and lack of close parking spaces):
If you have facebook and read my last, last post here, then you are aware that I've been getting some good deals. Like the photo cards for $4.90 shipped to my doorstep. Never mind it took me a grand total of 2 hours and 15 minutes to create them and #1's head may be partially chopped off and I may have spelled our last name wrong since I basically gave up before I proofed it. There were so many technical glitches that if I would have had to do one more thing to it, bad things like it disappearing without being saved, would probably happen. I could not bare it any longer and just clicked on check-out before the men in the little white suits showed up calling my name.
Speaking of my name, someone very sweet left a beautiful note in my youth group stocking. She looked up my name which means "honey bee" and shared some thoughts on how that translates and it blessed me to tears! I must steal her idea and make someone else cry now.
Oh, some exciting news! My van was vibrating and making some awful noises like the engine was dropping out of it or something. So, I took it into our neighborhood auto shop today and my mechanic said it was way overdue for an oil change, needed a new air filter and some other thingy. He said he has no idea how any air got through my filter. When I went to pick up the van, he had the filter laying on the ground and told me in all his years of auto service he had never seen an air filter that dirty (and, he is in his sixties). My response was to throw my hands in the air victoriously and yell "YES!! That is quite an accomplishment, isn't it?". I now have a legacy, people. I think he may keep that air filter as a monument....like the fake mouth filled with gingivitis at the dentist office. And, the icing on the cake was that whatever part he replaced had completely collapsed and the nasty noise was metal rubbing on metal. Thank you, Lord for my guardian angel.
I have baked more cookies in the last ten days than the entire last eleven months combined. And, we take them everywhere we go. I'm pretty sure Target is going to start accepting sugar cookie cutouts next year as a form of payment. Seriously, there is a plate of cookies on our counter almost every night that everyone has been instructed: "DO NOT EAT". I know most of you can relate.
Our elementary "holiday" concert was tonight complete with second grade reindeer, Feliz navidad and Hanukkah songs. Besides my beautiful #2 dancing to a song with friends, the highlight was the boy down in the front, yellow shirt dancing with his own choreography. It's kids like that who win people money on national TV. Of course, we recorded it. Along with everyone else in the room.
It's too cold to go shop. It's too cold to go anywhere really.
Last night at our youth group's Open Mic Night, I listened to my sweet #1 play keyboard and sing the Christmas song she wrote. Despite being sick, I think she sounded fantastic. And, The Husband didn't do so shabby accompanying her on drums.
Our Advent study has stalled due to sickness and schedules, however we have vowed to finish all 20 days of it, even if it takes until until March. We decided that it does not really matter what time of the year we study about Jesus....I guess I always put the emphasis on around Christmas so I could counteract the materialistic part of it. I would like to think as my kids are growing up, they are starting to "get it". And, when they are not reviewing their mile-long wish lists, I think they do get it.
Perhaps next year I will do a Daniel fast between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Ha ha...now that I typed that it looks so extreme. I guess my point is that I am sick of eating.
To all of you out there baking, cleaning, shopping, wrapping and feeling overwhelmed.....be blessed when you pause from the busy-ness for a moment to think of the great gift of Love given to all of us. Then, put that next tray of cookies in the oven!
Monday, December 13, 2010
My Own Little World is Not About Me
For those of you who know me well, you know that I am a little on the ADD side as far as "keeping busy". I don't sit much, I am always thinking of what I will do next and I cram a lot of things into a relatively short span of 24 hours. While most of you think I'm a bit crazy, I enjoy it. However, the Lord has been working on my "busy" heart this year. Some days are better than others. I had another gut check this weekend as I was at the grocery store (the second one of the day, I might add since it was a freezer stock up due to the success of the Great Grocery Challenge). This was the first time in months I suffered sticker shock over how much money I shelled out for food. I had been out running errands and wanted to get home to cook dinner so we could head out to church. As usual, time was not on my side since I threw in a couple of stops not on the original plan. I had justified that I was alone so I could scope out a few last minute gifts for the girls, but that was not successful.
When it was my turn to check-out I heard singing and looked over to the Salvation Army bucket. There was a dad and two little girls singing Christmas carols and I thought in passing how cute and I'm pretty sure I would not have the guts to sing in the grocery store no matter how cute my kids were. Nobody even looked at them. Of course, these thoughts were in my subconscious, the far back corner of my brain as I hurried from the store thinking HOLY COW, I spent a lot of money in there. Then, as the door closed behind me it was like waking up from a dream. Why did I just walk by preoccupied and not put a $1 in the kettle? I took another step towards the parking lot rationalizing I had to get outta there and get home. Plus, it isn't as if I don't already give.....c'mon I could go down the laundry list. God was not impressed with all that, He is much more concerned with the condition of my heart and in that instant I understood it wasn't just about the money. Looking down at the tremendous blessing of food in my cart I felt ashamed of myself. I swung my cart around while grabbing my $1 (thank you, Lord I actually had cash on me for once) and went in the "out" door. I stuck my money in the kettle as the younger girl was reading the Night Before Christmas and her dad was helping her. However, the older girl (maybe 7 years old?) turned around and with a small smile said thank you and merry Christmas. I will never forget the way she looked at me....her eyes shining. This entire exchange took all of ten seconds, however by the time I hit the parking lot I was in tears. When I got in the van Matthew West was singing My Own Little World, which made me cry harder. It was like that song was written for that moment! I cried the entire drive home and prayed for God to help me be more aware of who and what was happening around me. I asked Him to forgive me for ignoring His quiet voice prompting me to move in compassion when I was too distracted or busy to pay attention. And, I felt so much peace and joy.
Here are the lyrics to My Own Little World....thank you, Jesus for the eye opener:
In my own little world it hardly ever rains
I’ve never gone hungry, always felt safe
I got some money in my pocket, shoes on my feet
In my own little world
Population: me
I try to stay awake during Sunday morning church
I throw a twenty in the plate, but I never give ’til it hurts
I turn off the news when I don’t like what I see
Yeah, it’s easy to do when it’s
Population: me
What if there’s a bigger picture?
What if I’m missing out?
What if there’s a better purpose
I could be living right now
Outside my own little world oooh
Well, I stopped at a red light, looked out my window
I saw a cardboard sign, said “Help this homeless widow”
Above that sign was the face of a human
and I thought to myself, “God, what have I been doing?”
So I rolled down the window and I looked her in the eye
I thought how many times have I just passed her by?
So I gave her some money then I drove on through
And my own little world reached
Population: two
What if there’s a bigger picture?
What if I’m missing out?
What if there’s a better purpose
I should be living right now
Outside my own little world yeah, yeah
My own little world oooh
Father break my heart for what breaks Yours
Give me open hands and open doors
and put Your Light in my eyes and let me see
That my own little world is not about me
Well I know there's a bigger picture
and I don't wanna miss it now
Well I know there's a plan and a purpose
That I could be living right now
Outside my own little world oooh
When it was my turn to check-out I heard singing and looked over to the Salvation Army bucket. There was a dad and two little girls singing Christmas carols and I thought in passing how cute and I'm pretty sure I would not have the guts to sing in the grocery store no matter how cute my kids were. Nobody even looked at them. Of course, these thoughts were in my subconscious, the far back corner of my brain as I hurried from the store thinking HOLY COW, I spent a lot of money in there. Then, as the door closed behind me it was like waking up from a dream. Why did I just walk by preoccupied and not put a $1 in the kettle? I took another step towards the parking lot rationalizing I had to get outta there and get home. Plus, it isn't as if I don't already give.....c'mon I could go down the laundry list. God was not impressed with all that, He is much more concerned with the condition of my heart and in that instant I understood it wasn't just about the money. Looking down at the tremendous blessing of food in my cart I felt ashamed of myself. I swung my cart around while grabbing my $1 (thank you, Lord I actually had cash on me for once) and went in the "out" door. I stuck my money in the kettle as the younger girl was reading the Night Before Christmas and her dad was helping her. However, the older girl (maybe 7 years old?) turned around and with a small smile said thank you and merry Christmas. I will never forget the way she looked at me....her eyes shining. This entire exchange took all of ten seconds, however by the time I hit the parking lot I was in tears. When I got in the van Matthew West was singing My Own Little World, which made me cry harder. It was like that song was written for that moment! I cried the entire drive home and prayed for God to help me be more aware of who and what was happening around me. I asked Him to forgive me for ignoring His quiet voice prompting me to move in compassion when I was too distracted or busy to pay attention. And, I felt so much peace and joy.
Here are the lyrics to My Own Little World....thank you, Jesus for the eye opener:
In my own little world it hardly ever rains
I’ve never gone hungry, always felt safe
I got some money in my pocket, shoes on my feet
In my own little world
Population: me
I try to stay awake during Sunday morning church
I throw a twenty in the plate, but I never give ’til it hurts
I turn off the news when I don’t like what I see
Yeah, it’s easy to do when it’s
Population: me
What if there’s a bigger picture?
What if I’m missing out?
What if there’s a better purpose
I could be living right now
Outside my own little world oooh
Well, I stopped at a red light, looked out my window
I saw a cardboard sign, said “Help this homeless widow”
Above that sign was the face of a human
and I thought to myself, “God, what have I been doing?”
So I rolled down the window and I looked her in the eye
I thought how many times have I just passed her by?
So I gave her some money then I drove on through
And my own little world reached
Population: two
What if there’s a bigger picture?
What if I’m missing out?
What if there’s a better purpose
I should be living right now
Outside my own little world yeah, yeah
My own little world oooh
Father break my heart for what breaks Yours
Give me open hands and open doors
and put Your Light in my eyes and let me see
That my own little world is not about me
Well I know there's a bigger picture
and I don't wanna miss it now
Well I know there's a plan and a purpose
That I could be living right now
Outside my own little world oooh
Thursday, December 9, 2010
It's Happening Again
I am staying up into the wee hours of the morning saving ridiculous amounts of money on things I may or may not need.
Like my sixty photo cards at seehere.com for $4.90 shipped. Except for the fact that I worked on them from 10:23 pm until 12:02 am and because of cookies and other techy glitches that are beyond my realm of understanding, I never finished them until I slept about six hours and gave it another try this morning. But, hello??? I couldn't get sixty cheesy cards at Ollie's for $4.90 and these have photos on them and our name (hopefully...since I was so sick of starting over 1.2 bazillion times for all I know they could end up just a red and green background with Merry Christmas printed on them and for $4.90 who cares if they do?).
Then, we have my CVS deal where I picked up four Zhu Zhu pets for $9.98 with these coupons (I bought one and got three free). I had to get a rain check for the almonds on sale for $2.50 with my $2.50 off coupon (yup, that equals free).
And, just in case you are wondering if I need to get a life (or some sleep, since 5-6 hours a night is not conducive for my completing my final school project that I work on simultaneously as I surf the web for coupons and freebies) I also have Brita water pitcher coupons that are $5 off each one and Buy One Get One Free...so, even though no one I know needs one, it just makes me feel so good to get a $20 pitcher for $7.50 (I think that's about right...that's why I tell my kids it is very important to study their word problems in math...if Mommy has two $5 off coupons and wants to purchase two Space Saver Brita water pitchers for $19.99 and there is a Buy One Get One Free rebate on them, how much will each pitcher end up costing?). Got me three packs of this $2.70 lip gloss five pack from Target...shipped free right to my home. I also picked up a darling pair of black dress pants at JC Penney for $4.99 (original price $29.99) for #2's winter concert. Coupons are my friend...I just glaze over when a new one catches my eye.....
In my surfing I have also gotten several delightful gift ideas that cost next to nothing, however I am going to be solicited out the wazoo for giving out my e-mail to register on dozens of websites to get free stuff. I like free stuff even more than coupons and rebates....my wazoo will survive.
I am now on a mission to use my $5 off Hungry, Hungry Hippos coupon on the travel size game for $4.99 that has been out of stock at Target (obviously I am not the only savvy coupon aficionado in the area). Yes, my kids are too old for the game but Target will pay me a penny to buy it from them with this coupon....and it will make me even more money next summer when it sits on my fifty cent table at our yard sale.
Go over to Money Saving Moms and become just as semi-obsessed as I am...you'll save some money if you don't mind it costing you time (or sleep).
Like my sixty photo cards at seehere.com for $4.90 shipped. Except for the fact that I worked on them from 10:23 pm until 12:02 am and because of cookies and other techy glitches that are beyond my realm of understanding, I never finished them until I slept about six hours and gave it another try this morning. But, hello??? I couldn't get sixty cheesy cards at Ollie's for $4.90 and these have photos on them and our name (hopefully...since I was so sick of starting over 1.2 bazillion times for all I know they could end up just a red and green background with Merry Christmas printed on them and for $4.90 who cares if they do?).
Then, we have my CVS deal where I picked up four Zhu Zhu pets for $9.98 with these coupons (I bought one and got three free). I had to get a rain check for the almonds on sale for $2.50 with my $2.50 off coupon (yup, that equals free).
And, just in case you are wondering if I need to get a life (or some sleep, since 5-6 hours a night is not conducive for my completing my final school project that I work on simultaneously as I surf the web for coupons and freebies) I also have Brita water pitcher coupons that are $5 off each one and Buy One Get One Free...so, even though no one I know needs one, it just makes me feel so good to get a $20 pitcher for $7.50 (I think that's about right...that's why I tell my kids it is very important to study their word problems in math...if Mommy has two $5 off coupons and wants to purchase two Space Saver Brita water pitchers for $19.99 and there is a Buy One Get One Free rebate on them, how much will each pitcher end up costing?). Got me three packs of this $2.70 lip gloss five pack from Target...shipped free right to my home. I also picked up a darling pair of black dress pants at JC Penney for $4.99 (original price $29.99) for #2's winter concert. Coupons are my friend...I just glaze over when a new one catches my eye.....
In my surfing I have also gotten several delightful gift ideas that cost next to nothing, however I am going to be solicited out the wazoo for giving out my e-mail to register on dozens of websites to get free stuff. I like free stuff even more than coupons and rebates....my wazoo will survive.
I am now on a mission to use my $5 off Hungry, Hungry Hippos coupon on the travel size game for $4.99 that has been out of stock at Target (obviously I am not the only savvy coupon aficionado in the area). Yes, my kids are too old for the game but Target will pay me a penny to buy it from them with this coupon....and it will make me even more money next summer when it sits on my fifty cent table at our yard sale.
Go over to Money Saving Moms and become just as semi-obsessed as I am...you'll save some money if you don't mind it costing you time (or sleep).
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Advent - We All Have a Part
Somehow by the miraculous grace of God I have manged to start our much anticipated Advent activities (or, as #3 says, Mom, what are we doing tonight for "Abdomen"? I have no idea why...she never had a problem remembering it is called Advent before). But, oddly enough since our theme is Parts of the Body (of Christ) I guess we can call it Abdomen to be "punny".
I am in the midst of working on my final project for the Class O'Dread I am taking, so there wasn't much time to prepare what we would do. I always like to make up my own Advent theme/activities and the girls have grown to look forward to it expectantly. So, I prayed and felt like the Lord was going to give me ideas like manna. One day at a time. I didn't really like the one day at a time idea, because I am a planner. I felt as if He told me I was more than welcome to prepare Advent activities and scriptures in advance without Him, but if I wanted it to be His heart and life-changing then I was to follow His plan....one day at a time. Funny how I thought I was doing something for the kids and here is our gracious God working on my heart that likes to carry out its own agenda at times when God's plans don't make much sense in that moment.
So, each night after dinner, I pray and God gives me a scripture and literally within five minutes I have a teaching and activities. And, while the little object lessons are fun, we have ended up discussing some deep issues each night about feeling defeated, insecure and gossiping when we were not even aware we do it. We end each lesson with the good news that God can heal us, help us to live more like Him and to be a true blessing to everyone around us! Our main Advent verse is 1 Corinthians 12:12:
Your body has many parts—limbs, organs, cells—but no matter how many parts you can name, you're still one body. It's exactly the same with Christ.
Any other families out there doing an Advent study? It's not too late to start! Here is a link to some ideas and if you type "Advent" in my search box, you will get various posts over the last three years about things we have done. The Internet is also a great source to get additional ideas, but let God lead you....even if it is one day at a time!
I am in the midst of working on my final project for the Class O'Dread I am taking, so there wasn't much time to prepare what we would do. I always like to make up my own Advent theme/activities and the girls have grown to look forward to it expectantly. So, I prayed and felt like the Lord was going to give me ideas like manna. One day at a time. I didn't really like the one day at a time idea, because I am a planner. I felt as if He told me I was more than welcome to prepare Advent activities and scriptures in advance without Him, but if I wanted it to be His heart and life-changing then I was to follow His plan....one day at a time. Funny how I thought I was doing something for the kids and here is our gracious God working on my heart that likes to carry out its own agenda at times when God's plans don't make much sense in that moment.
So, each night after dinner, I pray and God gives me a scripture and literally within five minutes I have a teaching and activities. And, while the little object lessons are fun, we have ended up discussing some deep issues each night about feeling defeated, insecure and gossiping when we were not even aware we do it. We end each lesson with the good news that God can heal us, help us to live more like Him and to be a true blessing to everyone around us! Our main Advent verse is 1 Corinthians 12:12:
Your body has many parts—limbs, organs, cells—but no matter how many parts you can name, you're still one body. It's exactly the same with Christ.
Any other families out there doing an Advent study? It's not too late to start! Here is a link to some ideas and if you type "Advent" in my search box, you will get various posts over the last three years about things we have done. The Internet is also a great source to get additional ideas, but let God lead you....even if it is one day at a time!
Monday, December 6, 2010
"Passionate Patience"
I love my life despite:
Romans 5:3-5 (The Message version)
There's more to come: We continue to shout our praise even when we're hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next. In alert expectancy such as this, we're never left feeling shortchanged. Quite the contrary—we can't round up enough containers to hold everything God generously pours into our lives through the Holy Spirit!
In the midst of the struggles and difficulties I find myself in, something is changing inside of me. I am more grateful for our health and our home and the food we have on our table. I have a hope that when God allows the storms to pass through it is only so that we can grow in character and wisdom. I need to take all of my problems out of the spotlight and instead, choose to shine that light on my loving God.
- my mini-van with 144,000 miles on it is going into the shop tomorrow for who knows what's wrong with it
- the medical bills from #2's procedure that are still outstanding
- being disappointed and defeated in certain circumstances
- enduring a college class that I have really been struggling in
- needing to lose about 30 pounds and not finding the time or motivation to do anything about it
Romans 5:3-5 (The Message version)
There's more to come: We continue to shout our praise even when we're hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next. In alert expectancy such as this, we're never left feeling shortchanged. Quite the contrary—we can't round up enough containers to hold everything God generously pours into our lives through the Holy Spirit!
In the midst of the struggles and difficulties I find myself in, something is changing inside of me. I am more grateful for our health and our home and the food we have on our table. I have a hope that when God allows the storms to pass through it is only so that we can grow in character and wisdom. I need to take all of my problems out of the spotlight and instead, choose to shine that light on my loving God.
- Thank you, God for a vehicle that is paid for and has lasted us so long.
- Thank you, Lord that those medical tests that #2 had done showed us that she has nothing that is life-threatening or severe.
- Thank you, God that your plan is bigger than just the parts I can see.
- Thank you, Lord that this Law & Ethics class is over in a week!
- Thank you, God for sweatpants and stretchy jeans....alright, I probably need to work on this one!
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