Friday, June 17, 2011

A reminder for Friday-I've moved!

OK-just one more reminder that I have moved. Please bookmark me at my new home here, and share in my stories there.
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

We've moved!

Hello, dear readers. It was time for a updated look and a fresh perspective!

I have moved to the new home of Too Darn Happy, which you can find here. Please take note of my new location, as I won't be updating here anymore.

When you get there, please bookmark, and re-subscribe either by RSS feed or by email. Thanks so much, and look forward to seeing you soon!

PS-If you have any trouble with the link, I can be found at www.toodarnhappy.com

Monday, June 13, 2011

It's Monday-Aaaaaah! Where's my margin?


Monday morning.

The race is on again for a new week, and you and your mind are running at top speed, full out, and it's not even 9:00am yet.

Hubbie. House. Job. Laundry. Clean clothes. Ironed clothes.  Lunches.

Kids. Backpacks. Missing homework. Missing sports equipment.

Get in the car. Let's GO. We're going to be LATE.

Missing me.

Missing time.

Missing breathing room.

STOP.

Slow down for just a moment and take a deep breath.

Just. Stop. Being the "good mom", the "perfect mom" the "can do it all mom", the "I must or my husband won't be considered for his promotion mom",  or the "I must or my kids will miss out and be left behind/not get into the right college mom".

Whew.

What is the solution?

You need to build margin into your life.

I learned this term recently from Andy Stanley, through his  study "Take it to the limit-How to get the most out of life".

The description of the study notes,
Overloaded? Maxed out? Our culture encourages us to live as if we have no limits. So we fill up our schedules and empty our bank accounts. We do as much as we can, spend as much as we can, and acquire as much as we can - all in an effort to get as much as we can out of life.
Might I say "whew" again!

Having margin means that you walk yourself permanently back from the precipice so that when there are emergencies, you will not be shoved hard and fast over the edge.

So. What does having margin in your life look like, and how do you get there?

Some suggestions to consider:
Get up just five or ten minutes earlier, so there is no mad last minute rush to get out the door.

Do some meal preparation/grocery shopping over the weekend and/or the night before so that lunches and dinners are not held regularly at the exclusive drive-through of Chez McD's.

Teach the kids to prepare their clothes/school needs the night before, allowing for a more relaxed morning. (And moms -yes, your children can and need to be taught how to use a washer and dryer. It is not capital punishment. What is cruel is being almost of legal age, and not recognizing what a washer is, let alone how to use it. See here for a how-to for every age.)

Take the time to do one little something the night before, like fill the car with gas or put your keys with your purse to save time and sanity in the morning.

Put a whiteboard on the fridge with weekly events/times/places you need to be at and things everyone needs to have ready for each day. Make it a habit to check it daily for the next day or two to avoid surprises-"Mom! I told you I needed _____ for the school event. Mom!!-said in a plaintive, wailing, accusing voice.

These are just a few ideas to get you rolling. Take a look at the areas that cause you frustration, and think about how you could change something that would help you avoid or eliminate that item and create some breathing room-margin-in your life.

Remember to point out the benefits to your family, and how the change will bring something better than what you have now.

Be patient. This can take a little time, depending on how each member handles change.

I strongly encourage you to build margin into your life starting today. Won't it be nice to breathe a little easier tomorrow?

Share with us your ideas for creating margin in all areas of your life.

PS-I had to create margin this morning, and had to let go of putting an image with this post. Be dressed for work, eat breakfast and pack lunch, or spend time on an image? Sorry, dear readers. My margin won out. No image today.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Five Minute Friday: Backwards



Thanks for stopping by and joining in the Friday fun!

Gypsy Mama writes: I remember how powerful the written word is. To encourage, to laugh, to cheer, to pray, to listen, and love. Sometimes all it takes is five minutes.
Five minutes to just write, and not worry if it’s just right or not.
Kind of like how friendship should be.
Got five minutes? Here’s a great way to spend them, and here's the rules.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back to her site and invite others to join in.
3. Get a little crazy with encouragement for the five minuter who linked up before you.

So, let's write! Here is my offering today:

Five Minute Friday-Backwards

Self! Self!

My mom tells me that those were words that I used to use when I was a toddler, apparently loudly and often. She would grow frustrated sometimes, not surprisingly, at my insistence on doing everything myself, at the speed and quality of a 3 year old.

I am surprised she and dad never left me behind when they took all seven of us kids shopping.

Wait a minute, there was that time when they inadvertently left without me, they said....

Self! Self!

Why is it I am still crying out those words today as an adult? 

Why am I doing my life backwards, and wondering why plans don't come together the way I want?

Perhaps because when I pray, I talk, and talk, and talk, and ask, but often forget to LISTEN. I know that God is amazing, and if I will just slow down and LISTEN, he will guide me where he wants to take me. He has packed my luggage with incredible gifts, and he wants me to take an amazing journey, but I have to LISTEN to figure out the details.

Perhaps it is time to start moving forwards, in faith, rather than just by myself. After all, as Jeremiah 29:11 states:
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.  (NIV)
I just have to be patient and put my inner toddler into timeout while I take time to just breathe, let go and listen.

*End Time*

-Editorial Note: The beginning of the post is copied from a word doc that I keep handy. As it is just general background and information on Five Minute Fridays, especially for folks who are landing here for the first time, I don't count it in my five minutes...

If this message really hits you in your heart, I invite you to read these other related posts for inspiration:

Where are you and where are you supposed to be?
Sailing away from the Island of Settle
Where's my ticket, Lord, and whose luggage is this?


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Failing, quitting and winning


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As moms, we very often work so hard living up to unrealistic images of perfection from society, our families, our mothers and our own personal DNA. We buy into the culture of being a supermom, even if it just about kills us in the process.

There are many diktats you hear every day, but the most powerful ones run ruthlessly through your head and start like this:

I must…
I have to…
I promised…
I can’t just quit…
What would she/he/everyone think…

Can you feel the pressure build? Can you feel the stress taking hold of your body and stretching it until you feel like a rubber band ready to snap?

STOP.

Just. Stop.

When I was pregnant with our first daughter, we had a birthing coach who was very helpful, especially in terms of helping us understand there were certain expectations we needed to meet if we really wanted to be "good parents".

We should have a natural birth, ie, no drugs, no anesthetics.
We should feed our baby naturally, ie, no formula.

It all sounded great to us, after all, we wanted to be the best for our very first child.

Fast forward to the unexpected difficulties I experienced going into labor four weeks early, and to the pain I had not imagined, and the wrapping of my fingers so tightly around the metal bed frame that I was sure I bending it with my bare hands…

I cried uncle.
I quit being a good mom, and begged for drugs.

 Unfortunately, the doctors said I was too far along, and would have to do without the anesthetic. I did, and-whew!-was “saved” from my weakness. I would be able to hold my head high and proud, and say I did it. Yeah.

Fast forward again, to a week later, when we took our precious bundle home from the hospital. Yes, a whole week later. She was tiny and adorable, and had some minor health issues, including some difficulty with feeding.

Once out of the cocoon of the maternity ward, we realized our newborn was still not strong enough to breastfeed, so we created a Plan B. About every three hours a hungry Alexis would awaken. I would feed her the milk I had pumped, rock her, change her and get her back to sleep. Then I would pump for next time.

Whew. System created. Failure averted. Again. I even felt a little more awesome than before. Hoo-ah. Hand me that big glittery “S” so I can sew it on. One handed. ‘Cuz I am a stupendous mom.

As you can imagine, functioning on less than two hours of sleep at a time quickly began to fray my supercape and my patience. I soldiered on, though. What other choice did I have if I wanted to be the good parent?

This went on for maybe a couple of weeks, but only my husband saw the beginning of the cracks in my veneer as my tears started to seep through. I was holding my mask on as tightly as I could, but it wasn’t enough.

Keith’s mom called and invited Alexis and me over for a visit, saying that it would be good for us to get out of the house. We went, and I remember feeling so warmly welcomed as she ushered me into a rocker. She gently questioned how things were going, and before I knew it I dropped all pretense of holding it together, as I sobbed and poured out my story of being such a failure.

A failure because I didn’t want to keep pumping and feeding and not sleeping. A failure because I felt selfish. A failure because I felt I was letting my daughter down. A failure because all the other moms could do it so easily, and maybe I just wasn’t working at it hard enough.

If memory serves, I soon learned that my dear mother in law had switched to formula very early on with each of the children, and as she pointed out, they had all turned out just fine. She encouraged me to do what worked for us and for Alexis, and to ignore what anyone else thought, since they weren’t standing where we were.

That very day, I gave up the breastfeeding.

I. Quit.

Our dear daughter and my husband got their more, sort of normal me back. We all won.

I share this story with you as a reminder that you must do what works for you and your family.

For you. For your family. Not for the Smith’s down the street, or the Adams or the Taylors or anyone else. Sometimes you just have to draw your line in the sand, and refuse to go beyond it.

You just might have to quit to win. It will be ok. You will survive, and your life will be better for it.

Now, take that cape off and put it in the kids toybox where it belongs. You looked kind of silly in it anyway.

Have you quit something that is a bad fit for you and/or your family? Share with us what you did.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Five minute Friday-Every Day...





Today is Five Minute Friday, with a nod to The Gypsy Mama, and here what she has to say today:

That’s what we do around here on Fridays. We eat words. Straight up. Without second guessing, editing, or critisizing them. We simply savor all their deliciousness. For a full five minutes. You should try it. It’s a calorie-rich experience sans calories.

Wanna just write? Without wondering if it’s just right?

Indulge in five rich, delicious minutes of pure writing.
Tell your readers you’re linking up here and invite them to dig in too.
And most importantly, go visit, read, and compliment the five minute chef who served something up right before you.
Easy peasy.

 So let's get to it!

car hop waitress

Every Day...
If we are not careful, every day can just blend into another boring, meaningless twenty-four hours, but Friday…

Friday glides up to my morning window like a car hop from the old-fashioned drive-in, full of sunny smiles and holding a menu that offers mouth-watering goodness.

“Hello, ma’am. How would you like your day today?” she asks with a lilting voice. “Would you prefer a mug of sparkling frosty root beer with that soft foam on top that melts in your mouth, or would you prefer a triple scoop mega chocolate ice cream sundae with fudge sauce and whipped cream?”

Oooh. Tough choice.

However, no matter what I order, there are occasions that I don’t receive quite what I requested. Some days, my root beer is more flat than bubbly, and my ice cream tastes more like “too long in the freezer” than supremely decadent chocolate.

And actually, that is ok. It is those times where I am challenged to appreciate my day, when I don’t necessarily get what I asked for, that invite me to look for the blessings in my life.

It reminds me that with a shift in perspective, sometimes accompanied with a grinding of gears, I can see clearly...

That life is good.

Everyday.

Besides, the next time the waitress brings my sweet treat, I will be so very grateful, and savor each and every bit.  Mmmmmm….

A disclaimer: I broke the rules. I took more than 5 minutes. I edited. I ask forgiveness. And for chocolate.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

What do I do that shows you I love you?


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Have you ever experienced a point in your marriage where you get into an apocalyptic battle a civil discussion with your spouse about how you are being treated like a slave are not feeling appreciated?

How did that work for you? Did you gain insight and perspective, or did one or both of you just ultimately walk away from the conversation with more hurt feelings and without any real resolution?

Some time ago my hubbie and I learned a better way to handle these situations, and it usually results in an amicable and interesting discussion, along with a deeper understanding of ourselves and an improvement in our relationship.

I offer it to you, dear readers, to use as well. It is a very simple question, and it is phrased like this: “What do I do that shows you I love you?”

This can be asked in a quiet moment, prefaced by something like “I’m curious. I’ve been thinking about the things that I do or could do that show you I love you, and I wonder if you could share with me something I do that shows you I love you.

Be prepared, ladies. Ask this question with no preconceptions about how your man will answer. He is probably not going to say that he feels extra, extra special when you nag him endlessly to take out the trash, and he may not answer with the ONE THING that you are sure makes his heart sing. This is NOT your cue to pounce on him like a tiger on wounded prey because he didn’t mention the hours you slave over his lunches/laundry/etc. The whole purpose of this is to get HIS point of view, what it is that really makes him feel respected and loved. (I mention respect, because with men that is usually inextricably tied to how deeply they feel loved. If there is a lack of respect, oftentimes it means they do not feel as important to you or as loved by you.)

He may need some time to think about this, especially if he feels that you really aren’t looking for his answer, if he believes he just needs to figure out the “right” answer. If he has felt ambushed in the past, he will be a very hesitant participant. After all, he has learned there is a very fine line between his beloved being happy as opposed to being a harpy.

Take the opportunity to share with him as well. Let him know something he does that shows you he loves you.  Remember ladies: it is what we pay attention to in our relationships that grows. Focus on the positive aspects of the incredibly special man that your husband is, and you will be delighted by the results.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Help, help! My thoughts are getting away...


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My thoughts have gone downriver again, unencumbered by any sort of tether. You see, sometimes when I am just beginning to wake up, and am in that space between deep sleep and full consciousness, my thoughts take shape lazily-as though they are just outside of myself-and form much like an eddy in a stream. I marvel at how brightly they sparkle, as the sun reflects off all the wonderfully and finely crafted points. If I don’t reach out my hand to gently scoop them out of the water right at that moment, they will float gently onward, twirling and swirling away, gradually breaking up into much smaller bits, until finally, that crystallized thought is no more.
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Have you ever experienced that moment of clarity when you suddenly have the answer to a problem you have been seeking or an idea for the best gift, blog post, letter or whatever has been on your mind?

Perhaps your experience is more like the example above, where your thoughts form gently in the morning as you awaken, without the aid of an alarm or a child poking you in your ear and your cheek and your shoulder, whispering loudly, “Mommy! Mommy! Are you awake?”

Wait, just wait, dear readers. I have a message for those of you with youngsters still in the house: I can hear you guffawing in disbelief that you will actually enjoy the experience of an uninterrupted thought one day. Keep the faith. You will.

More likely, when you have your epiphany, you are busy putting away groceries, separating argumentative siblings, or making plans for a “Calgon take me away” tubbie that does not include the children.

There are some simple solutions for you to hold onto those thoughts and ideas that don’t involve the use of lipstick and the forearm of the child standing closest to you.

A low-tech idea is to keep a small notebook and pen handy wherever you are, or keep several, such as one in your purse, in the kitchen, in the bathroom and on your nightstand. These will be a blessing for capturing those stray thoughts that are as important to tame as your morning bed hair. Just make a point of gathering those notes regularly wherever they will be meaningful for you.

Another handy way to gather the ideas is to purchase a small voice recorder, and keep it with you. Just record your thoughts, grocery items, etc, and then later gather them as noted above.

A simple, all-inclusive system is to use your mobile device, such as a smartphone, into which you can download an application for information gathering. Evernote is a slick software that will save notes, images, websites, and will also allow for voice recorded files. It is a very powerful way to save information, and it also allows for easy retrieval via a well-designed search function. Their site is loaded with great tutorials as well as stories from users who explain what they enjoy about Evernote, including how they use it to shop to how it helps them remember where they parked.

Although I am a chronic pen and paper list-maker (notepads in many places), I do use Evernote on my Mac and love how it keeps such a variety of information so incredibly handy. I highly recommend it.

So, there you have it. Different solutions to the age-old problem of “Oh, bother! What was that good idea I just had?”.

Simplify your life by putting one of these ideas into practice today, and enjoy the fruits of more organized living.

Share in the comments what methods or tools you use to keep your thoughts organized and handily available.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Five minute Friday-On forgetting




Every Friday The Gypsy Mama gives a prompt and you are supposed to write about it in 5 minutes.


She says: I remember how powerful the written word is. To encourage, to laugh, to cheer, to pray, to listen, and love. Sometimes all it takes is five minutes. Five minutes to just write, and not worry if it’s just right or not.
Kind of like how friendship should be.
Got five minutes? Join us, and share what you have to say as well, whether in the comments or in your own blog.

Let's begin!

On forgetting...

The month of May has turned into the month of May-be: May-be the rain will stop, May-be we will have a sunny day again, May-be the difficulties and problems in my life will all magically iron themselves out.

Whatever my circumstances, wherever I am, however, I must not forget that I must, as 2 Corinthians 5:7 tells me, to “live by faith, not by sight”.

God has equipped me in wonderful ways for a marvelous purpose in this life, and much like a saw or a chisel, sometimes I need to be sharpened to be at my best. He will never give me more than I can bear and is always there for me.

It is I who sometimes wanders off the path, and wonders why He has forsaken me, or why He is challenging me so.

Then I remember, that I am the one who left, that I am imperfect, and that I am a work in progress, that I am only human, after all, and sometimes that can be both a painful and wonderfully fruitful process.

I just have to remember to keep the faith.

Morning in the Garden
 Just an additional note here: The dark, wet weather of the last couple of weeks has abated for now, so I joyfully took the opportunity to sit on my front steps this morning to pray. I shot the image above of the view from my porch to share with you. I was reminded that without the rain-and the loving, tending hand of my mom-this garden would not be the absolutely gorgeous space that it is.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Did she just say what I think I heard?

There is always a lot of laughter in our house, as everyone shares a delightful, often offbeat, sense of humor.

I can say that I have my own special kind of contribution, although often unintentional, always spontaneous, that my family has nicknamed “Kimisms”.

You see, once in a while my command of the English language becomes, well, less than commanding, and the unusual mix of words and phrases brings on plenty of laughter.

Allow me to share my latest example with you…

My parents, my husband, my older brother and I were enjoying dinner together this past weekend when the conversation turned to the widely publicized dire prediction that the world would end that very evening.

I asked if anyone had seen our niece’s Facebook post in which Chelsea had commented-tongue firmly in cheek-that she and a friend were going to be getting their hibachi fix before the world ended.

Now, that may seem like a simple statement to repeat, but here is where the conversation quickly went south. I couldn’t pull the word “hibachi” out of my mental file drawer. For some reason, the only word that came up was brazier, which is pretty much the same thing as a hibachi.

What I thought I said was that Chelsea was going to be getting out her brazier for a last barbeque. However, that cooking implement is pronounced “brey zher”, with the emphasis on the first syllable. What actually came out of my mouth was that Chelsea was going to be getting out her “bruh zeer” (emphasis on the last syllable) for a final barbeque. Yes, I said that my niece was going to get out a brassiere to cook her last meal.

Well, you can imagine what ensued: looks of puzzlement, corners of mouths trying to stave off the beginnings of giggles, eyes looking to one another to confirm if they had heard what they think they heard, and then the dam broke. Everyone at the table dissolved into side-splitting, tear-inducing laughter they were so greatly amused. I, too, joined in, once they pointed out to me what I had actually said.

You have to admit, the mental image of grilling over a charcoal filled “bruh zeer” is pretty darn funny.

So, dear readers, I invite you to laugh with-and at-me this morning, and remember to take yourselves lightly today.


Monday, May 23, 2011

It's Monday-Woohoo!

Ocean Sunrise © K. Hall

I will shout with joy this morning-Woohoo, it’s Monday!

So many possibilities, a fresh new week in which to discover new strengths, acquire deeper wisdom, accomplish written goals, laugh more often and love more deeply.

That’s what Monday and every other day of the week is for.

Every sunrise is a fresh start, an opportunity to begin again, to right wrongs, ask forgiveness and extend grace with faith, moment by moment, to each person you encounter today, especially yourself.

Remember, it’s not about what gets in your way or who gets in your face or under your skin, it’s about how you choose to respond each time that will bring you to a more joyful, satisfying place, where the sky is bluer, air is clearer, and yes, the ocean is warmer.

Come on in, the water’s fine!

Tell me how you will view your day through a different perspective today.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Who knew...about Dayspring?


Who Knew Wordle © K. Hall
Today I am introducing a new feature that will appear randomly as I discover new and interesting resources, ideas and things that I think may be useful to you, dear readers.

So, welcome to the premier post of "Who knew?"!

Who knew that Hallmark has a Christian division called Dayspring whose mission is to “connect people with the heart of God through messages of hope and encouragement”?

They have lots of beautiful cards and gifts for the loved ones in your lives, or even for yourself. You can shop at their store, not just for the cards, but also for journals, books, art, decor, and graduation and Father's Day gifts, and much, much more, including a sales and clearance area.

Use the link below to click on over, and at least check them out, even if you are not in the market for anything right now. At the very least, take a few moments to send a free e-card-Yes, I said FREE-to someone that needs to hear an encouraging word today.

Who knew? Now you do.

Share Your Heart and God's Love

Friday, May 20, 2011

Five minute Friday-When seasons change...




 Every Friday The Gypsy Mama gives a prompt and you are supposed to write about it in 5 minutes.  Only 5 minutes!  Also, no edits!  Just write.  So here goes . . .

When seasons change...

When seasons change, we are given a glorious opportunity to experience something new, to revel in everything that is a part of that new time.

Often, however, we choose to grumble, to be angry, to be hurt that this change has been thrust upon us without our consent.

We turn 30, or 40, or 50, and fret that we no longer have the shape we had when we were younger.

Our faces show lines, and-gasp!-wrinkles, and we are horrified at how we look, and wonder if our husbands will still love us.

Rather than being joyful at the possibilities available to us with each age, we look back with regret at the woman we thought was the best we could be.

Delight in each season, and focus on what is most important.

Enjoy your children while they are young, and embrace their energy and curiosity, even if you are still carrying that extra “baby weight”.

Love your teens, especially if you don’t like them all the time, even if you have dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep and worry.

Like yourself for who you are, for that wise woman you have become, for all that you have accomplished, for all the challenges you have faced, for all the growing you have done, for the aging that has created the fine vintage that you are.

Disclaimer-I took about 15 minutes to write today. Just was really slow coming to me this morning!

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Extending grace

Pussy willow © K. Hall

We are so blessed to have some pretty exciting things going on with our family at this time, and recently I was up way, way past my bedtime chatting with one of my daughters about this happenings. When I finally went to bed, I laid awake, just so supercharged about the positive turns and tremendous possibilities that have presented themselves in all of our lives.

Morning came at its regular time, however, and I found myself facing the day with minimal rest. I realized I had a choice about how to conduct myself, and so when I prayed, I asked to be absolutely overflowing with grace. As I noted in an earlier post, I do this daily, but today it was especially important, as I felt my well of tolerance was as shallow as my sleep had been.

That prayer was answered for me so incredibly abundantly, and grace was extended to me, as it always is, in spite of all of my faults and shortcomings. I sailed through my day, with true joy, effortlessly sharing and extending that grace to everyone who crossed my path.

You see, what I realized is that it is when we are feeling at our lowest and are more inclined to be hurtful in our behavior is the very time that we need to request and extend grace for ourselves and to others.

How will you choose to spend your day today, and where will you share and extend your grace?

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Telling Miss Jealousy goodbye

Rainy Day © K. Hall
Jealousy. Such an ugly, unnecessary, counterproductive emotion that pushes us to behave in such foolish and hurtful ways.

I always imagine that She (yes, I see jealousy as a “she”) is standing behind me, poking me in the back, egging me on to do and say stupid things, while whispering in my ear, “Oh, yeah? You going to let her get away with that? She thinks she’s better than you. Look at how she’s turning the bosses head, taking your credit, stealing your friends.” Sometimes, it’s more like kicking me when I’m down, when Jealousy says, “Oh, of course he got the job/has the friends/can accomplish that task in a far better way than you could ever hope for. After all, you are lacking. There is just so much that you don’t have going for you. Let's count all the ways in which you just don't measure up.

Ouch.

Yes, Miss Jealousy is a nasty piece of work indeed, and I have fought against her often, and lost more times than I care to admit, as I allow her to rain all over my parade. Recently, though, I had an insight that has allowed me to not even feel or hear many of her taunts, and I want to share it with you in the hopes that you can benefit as I did.

First, every day I pray, among many other things to be full of grace for myself and others, and I also pray for the words from my tongue to be kind and thoughtful. I highly recommend prayer to everyone, even if and especially if you think God certainly wouldn't listen to little old you.

I have been doing a lot of reading lately-positive, uplifting books-and one of my most recent is Max Lucado's "Cure for the Common Life", in which he talks about living in our sweet spot, living the lives for which God designed us. I wrote a post in response to my reading, entitled, “Where’s my ticket, Lord, and whose luggage is this?”, if you'd like to learn about finding your sweet spot in life.

As I reflected later on this same book, I realized that I believe that we covet what others have or are jealous because we are not seeing the gifts God has given us. Instead, we are paying too much attention to the gifts he gave to others.

It is truly that simple. 

Remember Christmas Day when we were young children, and how much attention we paid to what all our siblings got, and we went into private or public accounting of how much more everybody else got, and how they all got much more of what they wanted? Oh, yeah. those embarrassing memories can provide such great teachable moments for us.

To give you an actual current example, I have to admit that I had always been envious of certain traits that my husband possesses, and thought that if I could be more like him, then I would be....happier, be more productive at work, etc.

After I read Lucado's book, though, it hit me like a freight train. God didn't gift me with those traits because they weren't necessary for what he designed me to do.

He packed my bags. For me.

Just. For. Me.

It took my breath and my jealousy away.

Today, I am just grateful for, not envious of, my dear hubbie’s ability to streamline a process like nobody’s business, and to be incredibly creatively efficient and organized at anything he tackles. His skills complement mine, and are part of what I love about him.

I have not completely shut Miss Jealousy out of my life, and I still have to work at ignoring her any time that I realize I am going green-eyed over something or someone. However, that awareness of my own special gifts, of the skills that I share that I just can't not do, keep me more grounded these days.

Baby steps, baby steps, every day, and I have to remember to extend the same grace and forgiveness to myself that I extend to others.

What have you been jealous of that you can finally let go of today?

Monday, May 16, 2011

Start your Monday with some laughter

I am a huge proponent of joy and laughter, as you might have guessed. I came across this video through my mom (thanks, mom!), and thought my readers would enjoy starting their week and their day with a laugh. After all, who can resist a talking dog?

Just a couple of notes: While this video is family friendly, I cannot vouch for any of the others in the series. Also,  sorry to say that I don't have anything to do with those annoying ads that cover the bottom of the video, and I can't shut them off for you. You can shut them off by clicking on the small "x" in the right hand corner of the ad, though.




Friday, May 13, 2011

Five minute Friday-Deep breath...



Every Friday The Gypsy Mama gives a prompt and you are supposed to write about it in 5 minutes.  Only 5 minutes!  Also, no edits!  Just write.  So here goes . . .


 Deep Breath...

I take a deep breath, knowing I draw in patience at the same time. Patience to deal with the challenges of the day ahead.

Deep breath to be calm in the face of an angry customer.

Deep breath. To remind myself that underneath anger, always underneath anger, is fear.

Deep breath, knowing that if I can gather patience, and find a sense of calm, I can be helpful, and maybe I can help address or assuage the fear.

What are they carrying today, that they bring with themselves to my window?

Shallow quick breaths of grief, of a family member who doesn’t have much longer on this earth?

Shallow quick breaths of worry, of wondering how they will pay their bills?

Breathe deep, jump in to the waters of the day, and spread calm and grace. That is what I strive for every day.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Never alone

Sunlight through clouds © K. Hall

Ever have one of those weeks where everyone and everything seems to be against you, where it feels like all the lights just go out and you are just left to fend for yourself? The refrigerator stops working, your kids are all mad at you-again, and you are sure your friends and co-workers are all conspiring against you?

I was driving to work a while ago in the midst of one of those periods, and the morning was very gray, cold and cloudy. It reminded me of recent days, when my life just hadn’t gone smoothly at all. I was feeling weak, downcast, and dark. And alone.

Since having a very sunny disposition is my normal state, but knowing deep down that I was just indulging in my own private pity party, I quickly added guilt to my growing stack of negativity. After all, what good is a tall tower of pessimism without a generous topping of guilt?

Knowing intellectually that I had lots to feel good about and much more for which to be grateful was all well and fine, but finding my way back there emotionally was another thing entirely.

Because my resources in the car were limited, I reached for the first thing I could lay my hands on: my ipod. I plugged it in to the dash, turned it on, and put it on shuffle mode.

 “Never Alone”, by Barlow Girl, poured out of my speakers, and tears of gratitude slid down my face.

I had let my sour, sullen skyscraper throw a huge shadow over my inner light, and make me believe that I had shut it off. In fact, I realized that the light is not mine to extinguish, as it is the light of God, shining through me, showing the way, providing warmth and grace and forgiveness to me, no matter where I am, no matter if I am behaving well or not, no matter if I feel worthy of His grace.

Are you are feeling alone or thinking that your world has gone dark?

I lovingly invite you to open the door to God’s light within and bask in His love, for you really are never alone, even if you have never known a relationship with Him.


Keep the faith

Keep the faith Wordle © K. Hall
When our children are babies, we are just so excited for that day when they can actually talk. That first spoken word: “mama”, “dada”, or even “no”,  just brings us so much joy!

Fast forward a few short years, and for the first time, we hear our beloved toddler repeat our words. Not necessarily the good ones. We wince, embarrassed for ourselves and our child. Yikes! Who knew they were actually listening?

Fast forward to the teen years, and many of us would prefer often times to have silence as opposed to the sometimes crabby or mumbled language that passes for conversation with our kids.

We wonder if they are paying attention to all the lessons we teach. We wonder if they are watching the respectful manner with which we treat others. We wonder if they are getting the message of anything good at all, and we despair sometimes at feeling successful as parents.

And then, it happens.

It’s sort of like those toddler moments, because they are repeating what they have heard from us, only this time in an absolutely delightful way.

They might comfort a friend using kind words that mimic ours, stand up for themselves using assertive phrases they learned from us, or use empowering language that you had no idea they knew how to use.

For instance, this morning our daughter (who hated school, by the way), was regaling me with a story of a playful conversational exchange she held with a older coworker who is a voracious reader, and her portion went something like this:

I am being enervated by the listlessly loquacious today, and find myself in a perpetual state of ennui.

Who knew she knew such wonderfully descriptive language, and where is my dictionary so I can be sure of what she said?

Keep the faith. I know I keep saying that, and some of you are so deep into the very difficult times that you can’t imagine having a conversation with your teen, let alone an enjoyable chat with them, not at them. They do hear you. They do listen. And watch. And they test, always checking the boundaries. Just continue to be there with them and for them, and your faith and efforts will pay off handsomely.

What language are you choosing to use today?

Friday, May 6, 2011

Five minute Friday-Motherhood should come with...



Every Friday The Gypsy Mama gives a prompt and you are supposed to write about it in 5 minutes.  Only 5 minutes!  Also, no edits!  Just write.  So here goes . . .



Red Phone © psd Paul Downey at Flickr.com
Motherhood should come with...

A bright red phone that is a direct line to whomever you need that will answer the questions for wherever you are in your parenting. Questions like, “How do I diaper my baby?” (Yes, I did ask the nurses that question when it was time to take our first daughter home from the hospital.) and “Where is the user manual?” (The nurses said the babies don’t come with one, much to my dismay.)

A support group that is always there, for the changing face of the struggles you will face as a parent, and the joys you just can’t wait to share.

A journal and a great pen. And a teacher to stand over you to make sure you write in it daily, even just a few sentences, because you will forget all those adorable, cute moments, sayings and conversations. You do know you lose brain cells every time you have a child, right?

A great sense of humor for all those times that in the future will be funny, but right now, well, you just can’t see the humor for all the crayon on the walls.

And last, but certainly not least: Love. Oh, it already does. That is the one accessory that is included. Lots and lots of unconditional, amazing deep, powerful love.
 
Header Image from Bangbouh @ Flickr