It turns out...that people who blog once a month are totally boring. "Someone" needs to get with the program.
This morning I scheduled all the kids doctor, dentist and eye appointments they need before going back to school. I bought Jake a new backpack yesterday while I was at Target. (I'm not sure the kid has had a new backpack ever) And some new socks. Is it only July 16th? Yes, yes it is. Am I one of those moms who already wants to send her kids back to school?
Kinda.
I kinda do.
Or I need a vacation. An alone vacation where I don't have to pick up after anyone or talk to anyone or listen to anyone.
I need a break from the talkie. Does anyone else need a break from the incessant talking? There must be a support group or something...the "I Wish People Would Shut Up" club. Kidding. A little bit.
I can't seem to get away from people this summer. You introverts will totally get what I'm saying...and you extroverts will think I'm being rude. Ha. I love people, I do. But without regular breaks from them, I'm left depleted. The tricky part is trying to figure out how to get a break without hurting peoples feelings...because there's lots of people and lots of needs.
So in real life I'm hiding out for a bit. Just a little bit. And then I can like people again. I just heard all the introverts say Amen.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Currently...
Currently...
1. listening: To my washing machine, because it is 8:23 and all my children are still asleep. Thank you Jesus.
2. eating: Black coffee. It counts.
3. drinking: Black coffee.
4. wearing: bermudas, blue v-neck, gray cardi & glasses. Neither of which I wore yesterday or slept in so I call that a Summer Success.
5. feeling: Laid-back & caught-up.
6. weather: Blue skies and a nice breeze and the humidity is pretty perfect today. Iowa had redeemed itself.
7. wanting: to paint the living room & office. White. It's happening this weekend. Boo yah.
8. needing: to buy the boys shoes to wear to my nephew's wedding next weekend.
9. thinking: A lot of life happens in one little day.
10. enjoying: The quiet. This post is finished and my kids are still sleeping. Even the dog is still sleeping. Best Day Ever.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
The Lesson Never Ends...
I've been thinking lately about people's behavior. Christians in particular. And I sorta think we can be placed in one of two categories.
1 - Those who fully grasp the weight of their own shortcomings and because of that are able to offer love and grace to those around them. They are genuinely a joy to be around...even on their bad days.
And...
2 - There are those whose plank-filled eyes knock-out everyone they come into contact with. They literally hurt to be around. The plank of self-righteousness bruises and batters, unless the people around them get good at learning to dodge it...which means they please and agree i.e. duck and weave.
Over simplified? Yes. But true? I think so.
I've walked in both categories. Sometimes flip-flopping back and forth moment by moment. Each is a choice. I can choose to have and be joy, or I can choose to have and be misery. It's a choice I have every moment. Everyday.
I choose joy. And it's hard, and I fail often...because in my own strength, I literally want to beat some people with the plank in my eye.
I mean realllly beat them with it.
But I've been on the other end of that beating...and it hurts. And it brings destruction. That is not the legacy I choose. I want to encourage.
The only way I can choose and be joy is Christ through me. I can't muster up enough in me to do it on my own. Any good that comes through me...is Him. Christ in me.
I am so very thankful for those in my life that bring joy. Their lives speak, and live and breathe truth. They point to Jesus, rather than to themselves. They encourage me that it is possible to live outside myself. To choose to dwell on good in other people and in the circumstances of life.
And without the plank-filled beatings I've received, I may never have grasped my own destructive behavior.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I hear Lucy playing in the toilet upstairs. Again.
Life lesson #50028
1 - Those who fully grasp the weight of their own shortcomings and because of that are able to offer love and grace to those around them. They are genuinely a joy to be around...even on their bad days.
And...
2 - There are those whose plank-filled eyes knock-out everyone they come into contact with. They literally hurt to be around. The plank of self-righteousness bruises and batters, unless the people around them get good at learning to dodge it...which means they please and agree i.e. duck and weave.
Over simplified? Yes. But true? I think so.
I've walked in both categories. Sometimes flip-flopping back and forth moment by moment. Each is a choice. I can choose to have and be joy, or I can choose to have and be misery. It's a choice I have every moment. Everyday.
I choose joy. And it's hard, and I fail often...because in my own strength, I literally want to beat some people with the plank in my eye.
I mean realllly beat them with it.
But I've been on the other end of that beating...and it hurts. And it brings destruction. That is not the legacy I choose. I want to encourage.
The only way I can choose and be joy is Christ through me. I can't muster up enough in me to do it on my own. Any good that comes through me...is Him. Christ in me.
I am so very thankful for those in my life that bring joy. Their lives speak, and live and breathe truth. They point to Jesus, rather than to themselves. They encourage me that it is possible to live outside myself. To choose to dwell on good in other people and in the circumstances of life.
And without the plank-filled beatings I've received, I may never have grasped my own destructive behavior.
Matthew 7:3-5
New International Version (NIV)
3 “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4 How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5 You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I hear Lucy playing in the toilet upstairs. Again.
Life lesson #50028
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Killing May
May is sort of killing me. It's like a million different things going on all the time.
One of my favorite quotes is by John Owen "Be killing sin or it will be killing you." There's more to that quote, I cut the first part off. Whatever, it's May and I have to hurry.
Point: My new quote is "Be killing May or it will be killing you."
Seriously.
And what do you do, if you're me, and it's already a crazy/busy month? You decide to paint things that don't actually have to be painted.
My theory is, if life is crazy, just go ahead and make it crazier. Go big or go home.
Barstools...
And the front door. It's navy...and hard to get a good pic of.
And we planted some flowers...
Jake had a spring concert so we dressed him up snazzy (in his Easter clothes) and he was adorable.
This is my extra annoyed fake smile because he wouldn't stop being so "adorable."
And this is my new favorite neon polka dotted shirt that I found on sale at the J Crew Factory store (online.) If I could wear it every day I would. I'm kidding. I can wear it everyday and I will. If something is dotted or striped or glittered it is automatically in my love pile.
One of my favorite quotes is by John Owen "Be killing sin or it will be killing you." There's more to that quote, I cut the first part off. Whatever, it's May and I have to hurry.
Point: My new quote is "Be killing May or it will be killing you."
Seriously.
And what do you do, if you're me, and it's already a crazy/busy month? You decide to paint things that don't actually have to be painted.
My theory is, if life is crazy, just go ahead and make it crazier. Go big or go home.
Barstools...
And the front door. It's navy...and hard to get a good pic of.
And we planted some flowers...
Jake had a spring concert so we dressed him up snazzy (in his Easter clothes) and he was adorable.
This is my extra annoyed fake smile because he wouldn't stop being so "adorable."
And this is my new favorite neon polka dotted shirt that I found on sale at the J Crew Factory store (online.) If I could wear it every day I would. I'm kidding. I can wear it everyday and I will. If something is dotted or striped or glittered it is automatically in my love pile.
Did I mention that I am super happy that neon is back again. It's like 7th grade all over again. I'll try to avoid it from head to toe this time...but I make no promises.
We have our closing Bible Club program tonight (kids ministry) and then I will have officially "killed" May 8th.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Should've Been
Sometimes I listen to a song over and over for days on end.
This song is the one I've been listening to this week.
Love it love it love it.
And...it's Friday. Amen.
This song is the one I've been listening to this week.
Love it love it love it.
And...it's Friday. Amen.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
She's Like the Weather
On Tuesday this week it was 80 degrees out. Today is Thursday, May 2nd and we have a Winter Weather Advisory until 6PM. Get with the program Iowa, May is your redeeming month of the year.
I don't care how many theories there are on global warming, I live in Iowa and it's May and IT IS SNOWING. So yes, I mock you global warming.
On another note, Lucy has been crabtastic since the moment she woke up. Crying and whining...non stop. I had one of those really great parenting moments where I said "STOP CRYING!" which of course made her cry and cry and cry some more. And then, for a moment, I sort of wished I worked outside the home so I could get her dressed and drop her off at the babysitters.
I'm kidding. It was waaaay longer than a moment that I thought on that idea. Because there are days and moments where I want to trade one set of trials for a new set of trials...
But either way, there will be trials.
So today I will endure the endless whining, and tantrum throwing. The demands, the time-outs, and the potty training. Because in between all that, she crawls up next to me and says, "Mom, I loooooove you." and "I snuggle you" and "Mom, your hair is crazy."
She's right, my hair is crazy.
And tomorrow...she'll likely pop out of that bed with smiles and giggling.
Her moods change like Iowa's weather.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Ironic...
So. Last week I wrote this post on Words. And then on Friday I got a call from my First Grade son's teacher about his choice of words.
Irony.
Oh Jake.
Ben and I like to joke that Jake is (almost) 8 going on 80. Like a grumpy old man in a young little body. He's not easily amused or impressed, and on any given day he's pretty easily annoyed by whatever and whomever. And his "filter" is, well...we're working on that.
It's just one of his quirks. I like quirks in people, it's what makes us, us. That being said, the kids has some great qualities too...and dimples. Dimples are like my kryptonite. All he has to do is smile...
At school on Friday one of Jake's classmates declared that it was going to be a great weekend, which Jake then replied something to the effect of "I hope you have the worst weekend ever."
When his teacher repeated what he said to me, I couldn't help but wish he'd been using some sarcasm...but he hadn't. Jake was annoyed, and blurted what popped in his head.
As I sat Jake down that afternoon to talk about it, I said that part of maturing was thinking about what we say before we say it. Filter 101. So we ask ourselves, Is this kind? Is this helpful?
And in the back of my brain God is whispering, do you hear yourself?
And as a parent, I was disappointed that he chose those words...but I've also been there. Or maybe I am there. I'm 35 years old, and I've learned to filter thoughts when in public. And, when you become a pastor's wife, God helps you install a double-filtration system for your tongue. It's like a requirement.
But at home...my filter is maybe not working so great. I'm quick to tell the kids all the things I think they are not doing right. Without really filtering if it's kind and helpful in training them. And I skip that part because I'm impatient and irritated.
And that's not ok.
So in the parsonage, we are all working on: Is it Kind? Is it helpful? And guess what?
It. Is. Hard.
I was trying to explain to Jake that it's a problem we all struggle with, even grown ups. But if we don't learn to tame our tongue we end up being rude and hurtful...and someone that people don't want to be around.
And that got me thinking...maybe the people who don't bother to filter what they say drive me so crazy because the rest of us are doing the work to filter! The hard work. It's like when I see people in pajama pants in public. It's not so much that I hate the pajamas (ok, maybe I do) but that if the rest of society goes through the effort of putting on some pants, then so should they.
Wait...was that kind? was that helpful? Hmmm. I'm not sure. See, still working on that. ;)
Irony.
Oh Jake.
Ben and I like to joke that Jake is (almost) 8 going on 80. Like a grumpy old man in a young little body. He's not easily amused or impressed, and on any given day he's pretty easily annoyed by whatever and whomever. And his "filter" is, well...we're working on that.
It's just one of his quirks. I like quirks in people, it's what makes us, us. That being said, the kids has some great qualities too...and dimples. Dimples are like my kryptonite. All he has to do is smile...
At school on Friday one of Jake's classmates declared that it was going to be a great weekend, which Jake then replied something to the effect of "I hope you have the worst weekend ever."
When his teacher repeated what he said to me, I couldn't help but wish he'd been using some sarcasm...but he hadn't. Jake was annoyed, and blurted what popped in his head.
As I sat Jake down that afternoon to talk about it, I said that part of maturing was thinking about what we say before we say it. Filter 101. So we ask ourselves, Is this kind? Is this helpful?
And in the back of my brain God is whispering, do you hear yourself?
And as a parent, I was disappointed that he chose those words...but I've also been there. Or maybe I am there. I'm 35 years old, and I've learned to filter thoughts when in public. And, when you become a pastor's wife, God helps you install a double-filtration system for your tongue. It's like a requirement.
But at home...my filter is maybe not working so great. I'm quick to tell the kids all the things I think they are not doing right. Without really filtering if it's kind and helpful in training them. And I skip that part because I'm impatient and irritated.
And that's not ok.
So in the parsonage, we are all working on: Is it Kind? Is it helpful? And guess what?
It. Is. Hard.
I was trying to explain to Jake that it's a problem we all struggle with, even grown ups. But if we don't learn to tame our tongue we end up being rude and hurtful...and someone that people don't want to be around.
And that got me thinking...maybe the people who don't bother to filter what they say drive me so crazy because the rest of us are doing the work to filter! The hard work. It's like when I see people in pajama pants in public. It's not so much that I hate the pajamas (ok, maybe I do) but that if the rest of society goes through the effort of putting on some pants, then so should they.
Wait...was that kind? was that helpful? Hmmm. I'm not sure. See, still working on that. ;)
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