What’s that…SQUIRREL!

When I was in 5th grade I was labeled at ADD/ADHD…I don’t remember which one. For one entire school year I was sentenced to take medicine called Ritalin. Not knocking the diagnosis or the medicine but for me it was an undisciplined social little girl who wasn’t “good” at school but loved being there to hang out with her friends.

I vividly remember walking back to the class room one day after lunch. My friend and I were near the front of the line. We had a hold of each other’s hands goofing around when I suddenly let go of her hands leaving them to fly loose and smack her in the face. It bloodied her lip. She began crying {as would I if I was 5th grade and my BFF just made me bleed}. Our teacher rushed toward us and her first words after checking on my friend were directed in my direction, “Did You Take Your Medicine?!?” I had forgotten it that day. I don’t know that it would have made a difference in my behavior. The whole class stared at me in disapproval. I was so embarrassed. I was the girl who was broken and needed medicine to correct her. She was in need of assistance to make her like everyone else.

I begged my mom over the summer to release me from my sentence as a convicted “hyper child”. She allowed me to begin 6th grade free of my daily walk of shame to the nurse’s office for meds. My teacher that year sweetly invited me up to her desk the first day of school and politely asked me if I’d be taking “medicine” this year. When I timidly informed her I was “trying it without” she never said another word. I trained myself to behave as directed and along with many other things that transpired over the next few years I began a relationship with Jesus Christ.

It’s been almost 18 years; high school diploma, wonderful marriage, a degree in psychology, and 3 children since that dishwater blond girl stood in the hall ashamed she wasn’t “normal”. I’m still the girl who doesn’t want to be labeled. I want to rely on that relationship with Christ to overcome my faults in the eyes of the world. I want a “fixed” life through Christ. I’m still learning to accept that I am who I am because Christ formed me this way. Hyper activity. Timid. Outgoing. Odd. Silly. Blunt. Originally Me. Some days I like me. Some days I don’t. Either way, it’s the way God made me. It’s the way He is continuing to make me. I’m being formed more into his likeness every day. Squishing out the bad, filling it in with some good. He's using everything for His glory. It doesn’t always look like what the world expects. It doesn’t always look like what the world accepts. It doesn’t always look like what the world wants. It doesn’t always look like what I expect, accept, or want. God has so many different facets that there is no way he could make one human being to fulfill his likeness. That’s why we are called the body of Christ. It takes each, unique Christ follower to make up His image. I’m learning my role in this body.

What are you? An arm? A mouth? A tooshy? An eye. A leg? A fingernail?

Find what God is creating you to be. Enjoy it. What’s your purpose in the helping the BODY accomplish its big picture? Relish in the fact that even among your body parts there is none exactly alike. As I look at my fingers as they type, none are the same. Even my pinkies have something a little different about each one. That’s what makes them…them.

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Ultimate FAIL

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This week has been tough! As many of you may already know, my husband, my sanity, my confidant, my literal other half, has been gone to Super Summer AR for the past 8 days and will finally be home tomorrow afternoon. It's times like these...ugg, when you're squeeeeezed, that your true self oozes out. No energy to "pull it together" or even fake it.

Several conversations with my best friends during this weeks ooze-fest have led me to post my ultimate fail!

Some conversation included a discussion about all the amazing blogs by Christian women I've been reading as well as the bible study I'm in at my church. Awe: The inspiration. The goals. The challenges. The utter disappointment in myself, as a wife, mom, and manager of my home.

Another set of conversations included major venting! Confessions rolled out of my mouth:

"I can't do this anymore! I cried, no, blubbered in my childs room before trying to make my way down stairs to appear unshaken in the eyes of my in-laws. I ignored the crying baby. I snatched up my daughter. I am not engaged with my children. I yell at my children to stop yelling. I lost a piece to my camera that makes it work. I let my kids watch way more than 2 hours a day of TV this week. I just want to hide in my pantry eating cookies. (true story) I love my babes and know God has chosen me to be their 'primary care giver' but I just don't want to today. I ate an entire box of oatmeal cream pies. I am out of Dr Pepper because I've been drinking way more than I should, especially while nursing. I spanked my child and told her we don't hit. My child (3) used the old-school phrase "none ya!" and I am the one she got it from. I can't find peace."

All the while the taunting thoughts, "I want to bottle what she has and bring her amazingness into my home. How does ______ do it?!?"

There it was. The very things I have been using to try to be who God wants me to be dug me deeper into Satan's lie- She has it all together. I was comparing myself to someone else. Wither the comparison is to exalt or belittle, it's wrong. Where another women is in her walk with Christ should have no barring on my relationship with Christ. My friend gently reminded me that "no one has it all together and they just aren't sharing those rough I-wanna-hide-in-the-pantry-eatting-all-the-cookies-in-peace days."

Though I have confessed this list of faults I want to you know that my ULTIMATE FAIL has been leading people, you, to believe I have it all together. Do you ever secretly desire to be that women that people ask, "GIRL, how DO you do it?" I do. I hide all kinds of faults and failures because of this pride built up inside me. I never again want to feel that desire to lead people to believe I have it all together.

Because I don't!

That's just it- GOD does it. Any and Every positive thing about my life is by the grace of God, not because I'm anywhere close to put together.

"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." 2 Cor. 12:9

Sorry for leading any of you to believe I have it all figured out! I'm sorry if you ever ask yourself, "How does she do it?!?" New commitment: to exposing my weaknesses! Lets be real with one another.

"Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weakness, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in my weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For When I am weak, then I am strong." 2 Cor. 12:9-10

I am worn out!
I suffer a thorn!
I am undisciplined!

As I am writing this:

I keep flinching every time my stinky dog bangs against the siding on the front porch thinking...I don't know what, is coming to get me. I am fearful.

I am eating my 3-year-olds birthday cookies with a tub of frosting. -Sorry Nanna! Undisciplined.

Where are you on this journey of needing peer approval? Yours may not be the generic, "how does she do it". Do you struggle in with specific aspects of how someone else is pulling something off better?

Leave a comment so that we may "boast all the more gladly about [our] weakness[es], so that Christ's power may rest on [us]" and so we may encourage one another!

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Central Shoes

Looking for a practical way to make a difference internationally?
TOMS is a great organization who provided 1 pair of shoes to someone overseas in need of shoes for every pair of shoes you purchase (min. $44.00+shipping). So, running (hehe) with their idea, my amazing hubs decided he wanted in on the action of impacting people groups in 3rd world nations. Although the phenomenon of TOMS does provided an overwhelming amount of shoes overseas they are not a Christian based organization and therefore their goal is to simply prolong impoverished people's lives by bettering thier daily lives with shoes. As a Christ follower I am called to make disciples therefore I don't feel right about prolong someones earthly life without sharing the eternal life changing message of Jesus Christ.
Central Shoes are the most basic tennis shoes we could find (yes, you may recognise them from your local Wal-Mart or Target stores). We are purchasing them and then giving them to those who donate $40.00 to this cause. ~$1o.00 will go toward the cost of the shoes and then the other$30 goes directly to an organization called Soles for Jesus. With $30.00 they can provide 15 pairs of shoes AND share Jesus with everyone who gets a pair!!!
If you haven't done the math yet, that's 1 pair for you and 15 for children in Africa PLUS Jesus!

Just a simple way to make an impact! Comment or inbox me for more details about getting a pair.

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Amazing Opportunity!

I have really been enjoying writing (when I get the moments to share) here on my little slice of the net. I am also encouraged to see YOU out there actually reading stuff. God has opened this venue to places I never thought I'd be invited.

In fall 2011, I'm being given the opportunity to be a contributing blogger on http://homemakerschallenge.com/. This is exciting yet overwhelming... I'm still learning to blog. I am currently reading, reading, reading! Reading popular blogs, topical blogs, new blogs, blogs about writing blogs and just chat'n it up with others who know what they're doing. Hopefully the quality and consistency of my writing will rise to a higher standard before fall arrives. (side note- I am open to suggestions, resources, and advise- wrapped in love of course!)

I'd also like your help in post topics! She is asking that contributes write practical, inspiring, and/or encouraging articles to help challenge homemakers. What areas would you like to hear about. I'm all about learning, researching, and growing in areas with you! I don't know where this road will lead (if anywhere) but it sure is a pretty journey so far!

Leave a comment, email me, find me on Facebook or twitter and sound off!
THANKS! Jules

 

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I have to sacrifice WHAT?

It's important for us to teach our children at a young age responsibility. Maggie, my 3-year-old, in 17 days tear :'O( LOVES "chores" or "jobs" that are hers. We've gone through spells of bossiness between her and my younger daughter (18 months apart) so we had several lessons on what her "job" was as a big sister and what my job was as the mamma.  Every time I reminded her that something wasn't her "job" she'd ask with a smirk, "what IS my job?" to which I'd respond with her list again or I'd ask her to tell me.

Maggie also has many "chores" throughout the day.

*Lunch and dinner she always sets the table: place mats for all, her and Izzie's (and any added little guests) plastic plates, little forks, sippy cups, as well as my prized fiestaware for adults, big silverware, and canned drinks. Izzie is starting to help with this one and LOVES it. She needs a bit more guidance for placement but getting better and Maggie thinks it's great to help her, since she's sooo experience ya know.

*Sorting laundry is something she helps with as well. Then she puts away things down stairs (i.e. kichen towels, her panties, burp clothes, and bibs) as well as upstairs items (i.e. clothes and big towels), if she happens to be up there with me (usually a chore I do myself).

*Unloading the dishwasher one of the 1st "chores" she was given. She was thrilled to be such a big help to me. Her job? Put away the silverware. She was meticulous at this. Originally sorting by type and size alone until we got new silverware which added the benefit of color sorting, Sweet! Just like any other person, this got boring...I guess. Now she often cons her sister into helping her which leads to mixed types/sizes/colors and sometime just up-side-down. Not a big deal, right? To you non-OCD types.

This was just one hurdle I had to overcome in able to allow my children to assist me as well as for me to be able to teach them valuable lessons on stewardship, service, and plain-ole responsibility.

What are you sacrificing in order to train your children? Leave a comment- lets chat about it.

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