If you have ever really talked to me about kids you would know that I have always said "My kids aren't sleeping in my bed"! Guess what? I have a kid in my bed every night. My sleep is interupted every single night around 2am. He climbs in and tosses and turns until aroud 3 then Jason and I sleep with knees and elbows shoved in various areas until around 6. GRUMPY is what I had become. So, to save some lives and my sanity I decided it was time to do something. 2 months of this is all I could stand so Friday night the girls were gone and Jason was off on Saturday so the adventure began. When I heard the pitter patter of the feet I got up and took Jase back to bed. I explained to him that his bed was his bed and that is where he slept. Kissed him, covered him and left him to ponder. Within seconds...wwwwwaaaahhhhhh!!! He has found himself in an unpleasant situation with nothing to do but cry out. When the crying didn't work he started MMMMOOOOOMMMMMMYYYY!!! When that failed he tried another tactic that was sure to work DDDDAAAADDDDDDYYYYY!!! but only had another failed attempt. In his desperation to escape from the situation he found himself in he started calling out to anything that might help him, MIIIICCCKKKEEEYYY, WWWWOOOOODDDDYYYY but to no avail. I was laying in the living room and thought to myself. Poor guy, all he has to do is close his eyes. The answer to his problem is the easiest thing.
During all that I lay on the couch and ponder what to do next and God said to me "My children do that too" They find themselves in situations they find unfavorable and call out to all sorts of things when the answer is so easy. They just have to cry out to Jesus.
The next time you find yourself in an unfavorable situation and don't know what to do; instead of calling a friend, going shopping, hitting the fridge...try calling out to Jesus! It's that easy and your answer could be as easy as closing your eyes!
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
New Ramblings...
How do you know when you have grown up? This question has boggled my mind for a couple of months now. Friends would ask with each passing birthday if I feel older and of course I would say no…age is just a number!
However, in my quiet moments, I would look at my life and think to myself, “When am I going to grow up?” What does it even mean to be a grown up really? Paying bills? Going to bed early? Being responsible? First of all, I know a 15 year old that pays his own cell phone bill and he isn’t “grown up”. I know a 2 year old that turns in at 9pm and nope, not a grown up and I know a lot of responsible teenagers but they are just that…teenagers IN HIGHSCHOOL. So, that leads me back to my original question…What does it mean to be grown up and when am I going to get there?
Last night, I had this dream…
I was sitting in a chair and making a list. The list looked like this…
What grown ups do:
1. Wash their make-up before bed
2. Make their bed before they leave for work
3. Always wear pajama’s to bed (never a t-shirt and shorts)
4. Always has a means to buy a loaf of bread or milk
5. Grills a lot
6. Lays on the couch and watches TV before bed
7. Gets to work 15 minutes early
8. Doesn’t like to get head wet in the pool
9. Never talks about finances out loud
As I was looking at this, from over my shoulder came this voice and in almost disbelief this voice said…”Michelle, that is your MOM”. You know what? It totally is my mom. These are all the things my 36 year old mom did when I was 15/16 years old.
My whole life, I have been drawn to wearing pajamas. I have felt convicted that I have NEVER washed my make up off before bed and felt less than responsible when my kiddo’s don’t have bread for a sandwich and had no idea why. Now I do…
Michelle vs. Her mom!
It is so funny the revelation we get when we aren’t even looking.
I am grown up. I am the perfect grown up. My definition of grown up is playing on the water slide with my kids. My grown up is using hamburger buns for a sandwich cause my memory stinks these days. My grown up is washing my make up off and using this cool new wrinkle cream…not because my mother use to but because it is smart and keeps my skin young and the whole pajama thing….I am gonna buy me some new ones just because I wanna be grown up!
However, in my quiet moments, I would look at my life and think to myself, “When am I going to grow up?” What does it even mean to be a grown up really? Paying bills? Going to bed early? Being responsible? First of all, I know a 15 year old that pays his own cell phone bill and he isn’t “grown up”. I know a 2 year old that turns in at 9pm and nope, not a grown up and I know a lot of responsible teenagers but they are just that…teenagers IN HIGHSCHOOL. So, that leads me back to my original question…What does it mean to be grown up and when am I going to get there?
Last night, I had this dream…
I was sitting in a chair and making a list. The list looked like this…
What grown ups do:
1. Wash their make-up before bed
2. Make their bed before they leave for work
3. Always wear pajama’s to bed (never a t-shirt and shorts)
4. Always has a means to buy a loaf of bread or milk
5. Grills a lot
6. Lays on the couch and watches TV before bed
7. Gets to work 15 minutes early
8. Doesn’t like to get head wet in the pool
9. Never talks about finances out loud
As I was looking at this, from over my shoulder came this voice and in almost disbelief this voice said…”Michelle, that is your MOM”. You know what? It totally is my mom. These are all the things my 36 year old mom did when I was 15/16 years old.
My whole life, I have been drawn to wearing pajamas. I have felt convicted that I have NEVER washed my make up off before bed and felt less than responsible when my kiddo’s don’t have bread for a sandwich and had no idea why. Now I do…
Michelle vs. Her mom!
It is so funny the revelation we get when we aren’t even looking.
I am grown up. I am the perfect grown up. My definition of grown up is playing on the water slide with my kids. My grown up is using hamburger buns for a sandwich cause my memory stinks these days. My grown up is washing my make up off and using this cool new wrinkle cream…not because my mother use to but because it is smart and keeps my skin young and the whole pajama thing….I am gonna buy me some new ones just because I wanna be grown up!
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Let's give them something to blog about...
So, last night we had our book club meeting at Perk up and it was great. I can’t say that I got anything really eye opening. We had some girl time with girl talk and revelations from the last couple of weeks. We left with our reading assignment, next meeting time and instructions to bring a discussion question next week. I came home and washed my face and started talking to God. I really wanted him to show me something to blog about. I mean we just had this book club and I should have something meaningful and insightful right? I wanted something clever. A couple of things came to mind but never really went anywhere OR it was something that someone else had done.
That one statement leads me down a.n.o.t.h.e.r. road completely.
I didn’t feel that what I had to say in my blog was good enough. I don’t have a cute blog like (insert name here) I don’t have as many followers as (insert name here). (Insert name here) always comments on (insert name here)’s blog but never on mine. I found myself in this comparison battle A.G.A.I.N.
When I compare myself with others I am ultimately telling myself that I am lacking something. The comparison can be a big as a house or as small as a blog the result is the same. The result is the lie that Adam and Eve believed in the garden; that they were lacking something and look at the mess that caused!
I am made in God’s image. God is complete, whole and perfect. I am complete, whole and perfect. I am just what God has intended me to be! I am not intended to be a carbon copy of anyone else. We all live in different houses. We all drive different cars. We all have different blogs (I had to throw that in there since this is where it started).
Proverbs 23:7
"As a man thinks in is heart, so is he"
I will end with that final quote. What do I think I am in my heart? Do I think that I am good enough? Do I think that my words can influence anyone? If my words are just words on a paper and ramblings of someone trying to find their way and influence no one, am I still good enough? YES! I am perfect just the way I am. When I have it all together and when I don’t. When I am financially stable or when I am financially struggling. When I am feeling accepted or when I am feeling rejected. I am enough. God made me and he don’t make no junk!
That one statement leads me down a.n.o.t.h.e.r. road completely.
I didn’t feel that what I had to say in my blog was good enough. I don’t have a cute blog like (insert name here) I don’t have as many followers as (insert name here). (Insert name here) always comments on (insert name here)’s blog but never on mine. I found myself in this comparison battle A.G.A.I.N.
When I compare myself with others I am ultimately telling myself that I am lacking something. The comparison can be a big as a house or as small as a blog the result is the same. The result is the lie that Adam and Eve believed in the garden; that they were lacking something and look at the mess that caused!
I am made in God’s image. God is complete, whole and perfect. I am complete, whole and perfect. I am just what God has intended me to be! I am not intended to be a carbon copy of anyone else. We all live in different houses. We all drive different cars. We all have different blogs (I had to throw that in there since this is where it started).
Proverbs 23:7
"As a man thinks in is heart, so is he"
I will end with that final quote. What do I think I am in my heart? Do I think that I am good enough? Do I think that my words can influence anyone? If my words are just words on a paper and ramblings of someone trying to find their way and influence no one, am I still good enough? YES! I am perfect just the way I am. When I have it all together and when I don’t. When I am financially stable or when I am financially struggling. When I am feeling accepted or when I am feeling rejected. I am enough. God made me and he don’t make no junk!
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