Asking for Guidance

Being a parent is hard.  Being a human is hard.  I try to make plans to do things the right way -- the best way.  But if I try to do everything on my own (my favorite way to do things, btw), my plans may fail many times over -- I know this from experience!

God promises to guide me through his Spirit.  I have his Spirit inside me, helping me.  Jesus talked about this spirit for his followers before he left earth.  John 16:13,"But when he, the Spirit of truth, comes, he will guide you into all the truth. He will not speak on his own; he will speak only what he hears, and he will tell you what is yet to come."  

God's spirit, alive in me!  What a refreshing thought for this mama who...

*doesn't always have the right words

*is not always sure how to guide

*will fall flat on her face if she tries to do it alone.

And so I ask for guidance today, God, 

and I remember You promise to help me.  

Isaiah 58:11

And the Lord will guide you continually

    and satisfy your desire in scorched places

    and make your bones strong;

and you shall be like a watered garden,

    like a spring of water,

    whose waters do not fail.

And I sing this song to you, "Take my dry bones and breath life into this skin. Oh Jesus, Alive in Me!"

You hear my prayers and you give me peace.

I love you, God.

Reflections of a School Year

I’m a teary-eyed momma today.   

Today is our last day of school.  

I look at my children and see the growth.  

I reflect on the memories.  

I remember hard days and amazing days.  

I smile at the silliness.  

I think of the challenges my family faced this year, 

and I understand the beautiful story 

of how and WHY God asked me to keep them home for now.  

I remember many teachable and tough conversations that had to happen in order to grow.  

I am in awe how God taught ME through my children.  

There are no regrets.  My heart is full.

Summer Break, here we come!

Mom, Are We Poor?

In the car as we do errands, my daughter asks:

9yo:  Mom, are we poor?  Sometimes I feel like we are.

Me:  Well, there are certainly people who have a lot more than us, but there are many more people in this world who have much LESS than us.  We have so much.

9yo:  Really?

Me:  Yes.  Do you have food and water every day?

9yo:  Yes.

Me:  Do you have a roof over your head every night and a bed to sleep in?

9yo:  Yes.

Me:  Do you have clothes to wear?

9yo:  Yes.

Me:  Then you are NOT poor.  God promises to always take care of our needs. 

9yo:  You're right, Mom.

That night, after tucking in the kids, I pray:

Me:  God, I have so many needs!

Answer:  Tell me more.  

Me:  Well, I need (blank), (blank) and I REALLY need (blank).  And it sure would be nice to have (blank) because I'm going crazy.

Answer:  Do you have food and water every day?

Me:  Yes.

Answer:  Do you have a roof over your head every night and a bed to sleep in?

Me:  Yes.

Answer:  Do you have clothes to wear?

Me:  Yes.

Answer:  And aren't you surrounded by a very loving family and huge supportive network of friends?  

Me:  Well, yes I am.

Answer:  I have already blessed you and you know I've got this covered, right?

Me:  Yes.... I love you, God!

Answer:  You know I love you always, and Amy, don't forget about my children who do not have what you have.

From the Bible:  the book of Matthew, chapter 6, verses 24-34

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?

“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?"

A Special Gift from My Mom

During my childhood, my mother gave me a very special gift.  It was not something I could hold in my hands, but something I could carry with me the rest of my life. 

She invested in my self-worth.

I think back and I really can’t remember a time when I heard my mother complain about her physical body.  Is my mother beautiful?  Yes, she’s gorgeous.  Was she always happy with her body?  If she is a living, breathing woman, I’m guessing she wasn’t always happy with it.  Her body has gone through changes just like any other woman’s, as she has given birth to three beautiful and amazing children.  (Do you like how I threw that beautiful/amazing children part in there? Ha.)  Did she think she was perfect?  Of course not. But... There were no “pity parties” about her body to her daughters.  If she did complain, I don’t remember it.  WOW, if you are a woman, you know that takes some inner strength.

Me as a 5-year-old flower girl

Just as amazing, I STILL remember what Mom would tell me when I started to complain about my own body.  I was super-skinny as a young lady and NOT in a “cool” way.  My lanky, long arms nearly touched my knees without me reaching!  One person called me “spaghetti arms” and it was stuck in my brain forever.  I complained about my nose, my arms, my pasty white skin that wouldn’t tan even with baby oil (oh, the 80s!), my lack of “curves” and much more. 

Any time my mom heard me complaining about any body part, she’d say, “HEY!  I worked hard giving birth to those arms!  Don’t you dare complain, I don’t want to hear it.” Well, who can complain to a woman who bore horrible pains giving birth to you and considers you as their “beautiful” child?  It would always make me shut up.

My mom helping me with my wedding dress

So here I am, a mother of two beautiful daughters.  I’ve certainly had many times where I am not happy with my physical body.  Weight fluctuations, body changes, and I still have that pasty white skin that refuses to turn even a dark peach.  I want to whine about it, BUT I know my daughters will hear it even if I’m not talking directly to them.  So as a gift to my daughters, I have sworn to intentionally eliminate the “self-image pity party,” and I smile as I use those spaghetti arms to reach that bowl on the top shelf.

Thank you, Mom, for all the gifts of love you have shown me.  I love you forever.  And after writing this post, I realize we need more pictures of the two of us together - usually one of us is holding the camera!

Happy Mother’s Day!

My mom and my daughter