Well me and the peanut, are feeling like crap
Everyone is sick, we’ve escaped it for so long, but here we are. One of them crazy virus’ caught us. Colds, I guess. But, I can’t breath. And if you don’t hear from me. It may be because my head exploded.
Being sick and a mom, still trying to figure out how to do that. This is miserable.
There will be extra silent prayers today.
Thankful for our Jesus this morning.
We have been unsure of our purpose, how and where we wanted to raise our precious girls…we’ve been asking God to show us and point us in the direction he wants for us. We know we want to raise these girls different. To know morals, know how to work and love Jesus in a real way. We just have been at a stand still, and…
Bam! …we have a dream!
a goal!
Such a good feeling.
We have started making these wooden base/mason jar lights. So beautiful, and such a high demand for them. With my handy man, its easy peasy…and we enjoy doing it together!
Any cash we make with those, along with tax money and whatever else we can set aside, will be saved for our “homestead” or teeny tiny shack, with land and animals. Either way, its a start to self sufficiency!
Yipeee!
Payed with cash, Lord willing.
Less bills, means less time away at work. Working to just pay bills? Seems pointless.
We ship these lights, if your interested.
Better yet, these are only a few examples. We do custom orders, so anything your heart desires.
“Take our dreams, come and give them wings, Lord with you, there’s nothing we cannot do” -Brit Nicole
Today, I’m down.
I love these girls, but I want someone else to cherish them the way hubs & I do…
Just feeling terribly lonely.
I have people in my life. But feel they don’t care. My sisters, I adore but other then them, who truly loves me.
Do you ever feel like this?
I will get a forward, a group text….how lame is that?
I want personal, i want to be known. To be pursued.
I want to be valued for my heart, my dreams and my desire to be different.
Sometimes it feels like i’m in a ocean of people that don’t understand me.
I over think too much, people thin
k i’m crazy. But seriously, I think us Christians need to think more, to truly be set apart.
Christians don’t like how I question, us Christians. But we bother me.
I think it’s too easy to put the stamp of Christianity on ourselves and surround ourselves with “church people”
We tend to pull what we want from the bible. Like, forgiveness, grace, love, mercy, blessings. All true, but I feel if we pull that out we also have to hear the other words in there.
For example, “donot be drunk on wine” how clear…but we glide right over that along with so much more.
Because it’s not what WE want, its not comfortable. So, we just don’t talk about verses like this.
Ah, thank you for listening. I feel much better just writing, ranting and getting it off my chest.
Christmas in this society, is hard.
This culture tries with all its ferocious might to suck me under.
To blind me, to make me feel like a failure.
Well, I stuck it to them.
We had a wonderful CHRISTmas.
Having sweets, that are getting a little older, that can grasp words, concepts that we teach them….is SO much fun.
I thoroughly enjoyed the joy they found, the sparkle of wonder in there eyes.
We create there normal, what they expect/know is what we have made known to them, as normal.
So, we’re trying to do things differently.
All the gifts we bought them, we got off the online yardsales in our area, for next to nothing.
We did no electronics.
We gave things to a family homeless, living in a hotel.
And my favorite part was, we made Jesus a birthday cake! (That they got to decorate.) And sang happy birthday to him. A tradition I hope to keep.
I challenge you to create a normal in your kiddo’s minds, that’s not normal in the worlds eye view. Be a Jesus freak.
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It haunts me.
It overwhelms me.
I never feel on top.
Its suffocating.
These are lies.
As I was talking with a friend tonight and God brought this new outlook to my mind.
I am so excited to share it with you!
Day to day, housework stresses me out. Sometimes it feels like a race, I’m trying to lap my kids, just to keep up.
But still, I never feel like I’m winning.
I constantly feel like I’m failing, the worst housekeeper, mom and wife in the world.
Until tonight.
This, just this. Listen and tell me if you agree.
Think back to a three weeks ago, three years ago.
You don’t remember if your house was clean, organized or if there were dishes in the sink, do you?
I surely don’t! …I remember three years ago, when my oldest started crawling, with her curly top and her piercing blue eyes.
I remember my youngest three weeks ago started her crooked grin. Well, You get the idea.
In the moment of it, the house is a big deal.
But really, is it? If I can’t remember if the house looked like a tornado hit from just a short bit ago, is it really going to matter in 20 years. Is that what we want to look back and remember keeping busy with?
In 20 years, it will be too late to take these days back. Too late to recreate memories. To let dishes sit, laundry linger, and organization fall behind.
A friend’s facebook status yesterday was “I spent too much time worrying about crumbs on the floor when my kids were just rugrats, but thankful I get a second chance with my grandkids.” Stuck with me, because for me, its not too late!
Because none of that really matters.
Matters? Ok, it does…. We want to have it be up to our standard, clean, collected and pretty. but is now the time?
Just a new view that I am excited about, as I start a new monday tomorrow.
So if your house is wrecked, but your kids are loved, happy and having a ball. That doesn’t mean your a bad mom or homemaker. It means your cherishing these few short years….
Food for thought…
Now what do you think, please share.
May we as momma’s have peace, joy as we trust in Him and seek Him alone on this journey..
No one can do a moms job…
Have you ever actually thought about it?…
Tonight I’ve been thinking about it and it almost brought me to tears.
What we do everyday. We love, nurture, protect and raise these loves.
On top of that…we, somehow…Get laundry, dishes, baths, housework (sometimes), fill bellies, and a billion other things.
No one can replace you.
Our husbands help raise them, they do…but sometimes I feel like they don’t .
They know only a glimpse of this life day to day.
They say they know its the hardest job in the world. But do they fully understand?…I don’t think so.
They get stressed out and hand one or more of to us, like they’re not sure how to parent.. When we’re thinking, hello, we do this everyday, can you not handle it for 5 minutes. Figure it out, they fight…they make messes. But you do it. Its called being a mom.
Some days I find myself bitter. Why can’t someone understand all that I do. How hard it is…and how we are super woman…We could NEVER leave and return to a home or kids that we left. We are superwoman.
I’m not saying that as a pat on the back, but understand. You kick butt. Your doing something no one else could come in and do. Do we always do it right?…is the house always clean? Heck no…We are doing more then anyone understands. Some days we burst, that’s ok. Tomorrow is a new day.
Do you question your worth?…don’t. ..no one can replace you and do what you do.
Just look around. Your what holds this home together.
You are gifted, talented and the best multi tasker alive.
Amen.
I hope we never forget these days. How trying, draining and hard these times are. The definition of tired, where your eyes burn. Poop and more poop. You time, is now there time. Showers may or may not happen daily.
I know they say when you look back, the hard fades and the good shines over, but I hope we remember. Ah, But man, it does takes a village. It takes the ones that have gone through these times, mentoring, giving breaks, advice, support and wisdom.
Don’t silently judge, but jump in. Us young parents have never done this, don’t hold back. I feel in today’s age, we let each other struggle.
These days are by far the best days of my life, but also the most draining. This three under four is kickin’ my butt! No matter the age, how many, it is a struggle. Learning, loving and disciplining, fragile beings.
Lets hold each other up. Lets be a village, shall we?
To all young momma’s and daddy’s…push on.
Gods in this with you. May His face shine down on you. xo
Lets just say this week has been…weird, crazy, fun….tiring? Tiring…that’s a giveaway, tired is always there.
To start it of..we went from beautiful fall, cool weather.
To, BAM! Winter. 8 inches over night.
The girls and I shoveled twice yesterday, and the hubs and I shoveled twice last night, one being at midnight. We’re going to try to keep up on it better then last winter. So we don’t have a three foot wide driveway that you have to put the gas down to make it through. So thats been exciting.
Yesterday, Miss Sunshine, had the BIGGEST turd in the bath tub, gross. I know, but I had to share with someone! It didn’t phase her at all, I think it honestly fascinated her. I grabbed it with a wipe and dashed to the toilet, while trying not to breath through my nose. I was rocked. Guess that can be checked of the “list”…
Today, I walk into the bathroom to find Addi straddling the toilet, back to me…confused and trying not to laugh, I ask her WHAT ARE YOU DOING, LOVE?! And she says, “I’m peein like daddy” awesome.
The things they do!
Today we had the blessing of spending time with my grandparents. They’re in there 80’s and have so many stories to share.
I love hearing there passion for God, stories from raising there kids, the challenges, the things they miss and advice for my life now. One thing my gramps of few words said, that stuck with me was, “when i was in the army as a barber and was asked to do a one time sermon then asked to be the full time minister after that by the general. He said,I’m not sure why I said yes, but I did. I would preach in front of 400 soldiers, I just know it wasn’t me, it was all God speaking through me. Because, usually I have very few words and don’t enjoy speaking to crowds. But God used me, and now I’m thankful I had that opportunity, I still can’t believe I did that!”
That made me think about life.
When you think you can’t, you can.
If God calls us to it, he will empower us and we may learn something we always have doubted in ourselves.
God knows what he’s doing.
If we feel the nudge, we can’t doubt our ability but trust God in His ability.
He may just surprise us, use us for His kingdom in ways we never would of imagined.
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