Sweet Kids & Big Ideas

First, a story about a very sweet boy who I am very close to.  Yesterday WHO was out playing in the dirt (his favorite place to play) and discovered a worm.  We have a bird's nest outside our back door that has three baby birds in it - probably 2 weeks old.  We saw them when they first hatched and now they have feathers and everything.  Very cool.  The mother frequents our back door often so the fact that dogs have come and gone and people have come and gone is nothing short of amazing.  When the mother bird first started building her next there Dave would take it down - daily.  This went on for a week or so.  Finally I said, "Honey, let survival of the fittest take its course."  I figured the mother bird would just not take care of the eggs so there would never be birds.  Well, I was wrong.  The babies have been well fed.  Enter life lesson.

So, WHO was playing outside in the dirt and found this worm.  We had talked about what birds eat so he put the worm aside and told his daddy he was going to leave it for the mama bird so she could feed the babies.  Dave took the worm and put it on the edge of the nest.  My son is learning to care even for the birds.  I love his heart.  It is so sweet and tender.  I pray that gentle spirit continues to blossom and grow.

On to Big Ideas.  I have been inspired by several books I have read recently on the Navy Seals.  They are an amazing group of warriors.  I have great respect for them and for all of our service men and women.  I want to be able to give back to them but not sure how.  Right now so many of the veterans come back wounded - either physically or mentally.  They have a life in front of them but they need some help.  I want to be able to assist.  Again, I have no idea what that looks like but going to be praying about it. 

Another thought on my head is that of adoption.  Again, not sure what that looks like but I have a heart for those who have been wounded.  I love listening to people talk.  I love sharing in their hurts and watching them move forward.  I love hugging and holding those that are hurting.  That is my nature.  That is my strength.  I want to use that strength.  Not sure how but definitely something I want to continue to pray about.

April 1, 2012

I think I am going to try my hand at blogging on a day by day basis. We will see how it goes.

Today, we went to church, Menard's to pick up some supplies for boxes Dave is making and found a few extra things. I am finally going to get the rest of Will's 12"x12" squares hung in his room. That poor boy. I had so many higher hopes for his room. It is a work in process.

Timothy - missed his nap this morning and then was woken up by Maddy early so e was GRUMPY this afternoon. He is really exploring his boundaries right now, completely testing Dave and I. Consistency is key during this stage of his development. This is where being parents is hard because sometimes you just get tired. Thankfully, we kept on top of it most of today. His smile lights up my life though. When he looks at me and just grins I can't help but grin back. Can't help but kiss his little face and hug him. He is lovable. Daily I feel like he says new words. So far he says Bible, Jesus, brother (auder), mama, dada, please (peese), water, banana (nana), ball, baby, strawberries, raspberries, bye-bye and all done. He blows kisses for night night and good bye. He is a good kiddo too.

Will - He is my buddy but I am still his mama. I just enjoy most everything about this kid except when he doesn't listen. Thankfully that doesn't happen to often. Today it happened a couple of times. He ended up not getting stories for bedtime which is very powerful to him and got spanked when I caught him looking out his window after bedtime. I hate both of those and it wasn't the act as much as it was the disobedience. That is what he was disciplined for. Otherwise he enjoyed life today as only a 4 year old boy can. He played in some water, which turned into mud. He rode his bike. He is doing so well with that. I am really proud of him. He helped me dig up dandelions out of the yard. He joined me on a special trip to Starbucks and the grocery store. He had a full day and I was so glad to spend time with him. Very cool kid.

Dave - He makes me smile on a regular basis. He has been building some boxes that are absolutely beautiful. It is so good to see him come into the house with a smile on his face. Does my heart so much good. I love standing next to him as he sings in church and I love that he tries to keep me awake in church when I am so sleepy. Today we both were. He is a good guy and I am blessed.

WW Update: It went mostly well. I snaked a little bit more than I would have liked (prefer no snacking) but overall I think today was a good day. I got a walk in, worked outside for a bit this evening, cleaned the kitchen tonight. All in all, I was active. I love keeping my house and making it more of a home. Praying I can do that more and more. Tomorrow I go to the gym for some elliptical. I would rather run outside but I need to get back into my routine so inside it is for tomorrow.

Until tomorrow...

Just Love it when God does this!

So, I was having a little bit of a personal, private pity party about how many responsibilities I have and how I don't have enough time to get them done and still have a little bit of down time. Really was focused on blaming Dave for many of the problems because shoot, he is the other adult in the house and he could help out more, right? Most of the time I see him with an ipad in hand or at the computer. It aggravates me and that was the road I have been on the last few days.

I have been praying about it. God, give me a break through in better understanding where my husband is mentally and what I can do to help. I want to show him compassion and love him despite of what he does but my goodness, my desires sometimes become so strong and I just want to dig my heels in.

Enter God...

One of the beautiful things about my heavenly father is that he loves me unconditionally. He put Dave and I together with all of our issues and like a mother or father might say to a child, he lets us work through our issues. He knows the answers. He could fix it and sometimes does but usually he lets us walk through the situation because we gain wisdom along the way. It is kind of like video games where you get tins in order to have more life. You are not given all the tools right off the bat. You have to earn them. As you pass through levels that are challenging you gain more tools. Similarly to the human life, as I pass through a struggle I have the opportunity to pick up bits of wisdom and understanding along the path. I have the choice though, just like in a video game. I can pick up the pieces along the journey and have more "life" or I can ignore the pieces all together and have no life. That option stinks.

So, in my current "level" I have options. Discouragement and an attitude of entitlement which will lead to further discouragement or I can look at my life as an opportunity to serve my family and friends. One way leads to more life and includes God (he fuels this endeavor) and the other way leads to disappointment, anger and much less than the abundant life.

Today's devotional was about this very subject. Love it when God SPELLS it out for me! Thank you Lord. I love you.

Verse on my heart this morning

I will be very honest right now. I am tired. Not just physically tired but emotionally tired. The idea of doing one more thing is overwelming. The idea of doing what needs to be accomplished today is overwelming. I am just tired.

I could blame many things on my exhaustion. Maybe it is the change in the weather or the fact that I don't get enough sleep at night. Maybe it is that we just got back from a long weekend trip to Huntsville or maybe it is that my youngest child still wakes up once in the night crying. Or maybe it is a little bit of all of those combined to form my exhaustion.

"Come to me all who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me for I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." - Matthew 11:28-30

Mercies in Disguise

This song has been running through my head all morning and I really like it. It is called "Blessings" by Laura Story. The chorus goes something like this:

What if your blessings come through raindrops
What if your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepness nights
Are what it takes to know you're near
What if the trials in this life are your mercies in disguise....

My life has been marked by a few significant events that have humbled me to the core and caused my relationship with Christ to soar. It is amazing how closely we hold on to God when life is tough. And how much we can grow when we allow ourselves to rely on Christ.

It is through the trials that I grow. When I have a season of depression or disappointment my emotional side cries out - God, why???? I hate this season. But, the reality, my spiritual side is rejoicing because my mind and body are turned to Christ. There is a refreshment that comes with submitting myself to Christ and saying, I am weak but you are strong. I am failing according to my standards but in you I am whole. That doesn't always make the pain go away or the depression lift but it does give me the strength to make it through yet another day. It gives me hope because all we have is today.

When my mind is on Christ I can face the day because I know in my heart I have my best friend beside me. He makes me laugh and he lets me cry. I never have to hide my tears when I am around Christ. He lets me be the me who I am at the core and he encourages that person. He encourages me to be the woman he has created and sometimes that means she cries. Sometimes that means she laughs but she always cares. She always loves. She knows where to turn when the blessings come through raindrops...

My Hubby

I have to tell you something. I have a best friend. It is a he and sometimes I forget that he is my best friend. Sometimes I don't treat him like my best friend - I treat him not so nice.

That is what happened yesterday. My nerves had been grated and I was fiesty but not in a good way. I was mean. that wasn't like me. What was going on? Why was I so PO'ed at the world and in particular, at my hubby?

I could list the outside factors that seemed very logical - dishes to do, laundry to fold, floors to mop, floors to vacuum, toys to pick up. Why was I doing all of this after working all day? So, I put on my most unattractive attitude - martidum - and quickly picked things up. The main focus on where to put said toys was a large trash can outside. I mean, if we didn't have all these toys then we (I) wouldn't have to pick them up! The fire in my thought process was being fanned and all the sudden there was a bonfire. Logs were being added. Things not usually ment for burning were being added (plastic cups, stuffed animals, legos, toy cars, tools sitting on my kitchen counter, games, papers, ect, ect...).

To calm my frustration I decided I needed a nice candle to burn, literally. I thought maybe the aroma would be therapy for my soul. Ironically, I couldn't find a lighter. So I had this amazing bonfire and nothing to light it with, literally.

What can be hotter than fire? What is sharper than a sword? My mouth. And the words I wish I could take back simply spilled out. Once they were out there I looked at my husband. He was hurt. Very, very hurt. He was already down I and came in for the final kick. It wasn't intential but it must have been on my mind because the words flowed out without any analysis on my part. I hate it when that happens!

He went off to sooth his aching soul and then he said something I will never forget. He said, "Sometimes I think you would be better off without me." Oh wow. I deserved it. Dave has never been one to keep things to himself.

As I drove off to a party, of all things, last night I had time to think and pray. I realized as I prayed that my husband is my best friend and yet I wasn't treating him as such. I was treating him more like a kid. He is a 41 year old man. He deserves a little more respect than that. He deserves to have a bad day, week, month every once in a while. And he deserves to have a wife that will let him figure things out without her ever so helpful "encouragement."

I love him and wouldn't trade him for the world. He is my Dave-O, Handsome Boy, Knight in Shinning Armor. All of his expectations and mine for that matter, might not be met yet but that doesn't change the fact that I love him. I hope he can know that.

Another week as come and gone...

What a crazy week! Dave came up with this great plan to surprise my dad on his birthday by showing up in Nashville for a couple of days - unannounced. We told my brother and sister-in-law who live next door but other than that, my dad did not have a clue. We were going to show up at his house and stick both boys in a wrapped box and then have my dad open the box but we arrived right as he was scheduled to see a client. Instead we met him at his work as he was pulling in. He was definitely surprised! I loved his smile. Very genuine. We enjoyed nice conversation over dinner with my brother and his very sweet wife. I love her. She is such an excellent addition to our family. Then we all headed to bed. Poor Timothy didn't sleep well. I actually slept on the floor next to his little bed for a bit that night with my hand on his back. As soon as I moved he would wake up. Just needed his mama nearby I guess.

The next day we went and saw the trains at Cheekwood and lunch with Colin. Lunching with two children, even well behaved children, does not lend itself to much conversation. But, we enjoyed the meal anyway. We took two very tired children back to Dad's. Dad and I went out to grab a couple of items we needed for the all american dinner - hamburgers, baked beans, watermelon and corn on the cob. Yum.... The meal was finished off by dad's famous milk shakes. Never can get enough of those. Will LOVES my dad's milkshakes. He went up and asked specifically for one after dinner and again the next morning for breakfast. For dinner, yes but not for breakfast. Oh well. Can't blame the boy for trying! That afternoon (before dinner) dad decided he wanted to wash the car for us. When my dad washes a car he doesn't just run some soap and water over the exterior. He does it right. First he washes, uses some tar/bug remover, then dries so no water spots are left over and then waxes. He was doing this in 101 degree weather. He was SOAKED when he came inside and looked very tired. Michelle helped with the vacuuming and the next day Dad and I finished up with windows, final vacuuming, and more de-hairing. He had this really neat brush that took up dog hair better than anything I have ever used before. Very slick.

One of the things I truly appreciate about my dad is that he does things right. And he loves to do things for his children. I hope he is around for a long, long time - because I love him very much.

And then we had a flair up with my mom. I HATE divorce and alcoholism. If anyone ever tries to tell me addictions will not effect the family I would call them ignorant at best. The problem with divorce is that we have to split our time between parents. You would think after 20+ years I would be use to it but alias, I am not. I still wish my parents were married. But then there is this nasty addiction that has plagued our family. It is evil and vindictive. I am so thankful that God has healed so many of the wounds and anger I had towards my mom. Slowly I am beginning to trust her and open up to her and it feels so good. Grace is what I have learned and it has freed me up to have a relationship with her. Dave come to this addiction situation with a different viewpoint. He wants to protect his family. And protection from a person struggling with an addiction is tricky. I want to have a relationship with my mom but I don't want to allow the disease to ruin that. I have to remember to love my mom in spite of the addiction. She is a woman who happens to be my mom. I am not going to continue to fault her for struggling with an addiction. But everyone gets to that point at a different speed. Dave is not there yet so we had to bypass a visit with her this time. I really want her to be able to hold the boys and love on them. But, as I am learning, I have to trust God.

My mom was very disappointed and hurt when she found out we were in town. I purposely had not told her we would be in town in case we were not able to see her. She found out because of a facebook post. Thankfully something good was able to come out of all of this. My mom and I were able to reconcile quickly. In the past it has taken months sometimes for the hurt to subside but this time it only took a couple of days. She apologized for getting so upset and said she still doesn't understand but is going to be patient. I was able to confront her on something she had said the evening before and God gave me the grace to say it with love. Thank you LORD!!

Next week I go back to work and while I like routine I find myself somewhat sad. I love being a house wife. I love taking care of my family. I love taking care of the house. My new prayer is simple, show me how to trust you more and stop me when I forget.