Set Your Sights On Things Above
We so quickly get our eyes off God. Let's get back into
perspective.
perspective.
12/28/2013
Confessions of a real Mom'Fess up, Moms - ever find clean clothes stuffed in the laundry hamper? Seriously, I hate that. Half the time they're still folded.
Or I find something I've consigned to the give-away pile - four times - only it somehow mysteriously crawls out of the bag and into the laundry, as if it has some weird obsession with the washing machine. Most irritating part about this is, the clothes that actually NEED to be washed usually remain on the floor of said child's room until they could crawl to the hamper themselves. Ok, if you're a mom of any type, you have to read this blog by Christina Tisdale: The Mom Confession
12/26/2013
December 26th, 2013Just a little excerpt from my newly released book:
With each step Melissa realized the bag was winning the struggle with gravity. She stopped just inside the front door, and let the bag drop to the floor. Stretching her back out helped a bit, but she still had to manage the rest of the way to the car. Just as she was about to give up and ask for help, she heard a step behind her, and turned to see Jack watching her. “You haven’t quite made it away with all the loot, I see.” “Nope, this is as far as I got this time. Next time I hope to make it as far as the parking lot.” “Need any help?” She shook her head, wanting to give it one last try. “No, that’s ok. I’ve got it.” She bent to retrieve the handle she’d dropped and stretched it up, trying in vain to lift it again. It barely budged, only shifting around a little and managing to make her face flush red in embarrassment as much as in the effort. With her lips tightly shut, she worked to pull it forward, getting the door open ahead of herself, and backing through to the porch outside, dragging the big thing behind. Jack watched, arms crossed, trying to hide a big grin. He was downright patronizing with his wide shoulders and big muscles all going to waste over there. She put one last mighty tug in, and wound up pulling a shoulder muscle, grunting in a very unladylike fashion, and giving herself a headache in the process. “Ok, fine, you can try.” She dropped the handle she’d been tugging on, and threw her hands up in surrender. Without saying another word, he grabbed the short handles of the bag, and hefted it up to his shoulder as if it were filled with downy soft kittens. “Show off.” She smirked at him, and he did nothing but leave that big, lopsided grin on his face. Before she began staring at his shoulder muscles and acting stupid, again, on top of already being a helpless damsel in distress, she turned and led him across the lot to her big, brown Chevy Suburban. “That’s your car?” Melissa looked from Jack to her truck, back to Jack again. “Yes, it’s mine. Why is that so shocking?” Jack shrugged, still holding her bag on his shoulder. “I don’t know. It’s even bigger than mine is. What do you do with all this room? And can you see over the steering wheel?” “First, yes, I can see over the steering wheel. I have little blocks duct taped to the brake and gas pedals, and I sit on a booster seat like a five year old.” She rolled her eyes when he nodded his head like he believed her. “Ok, not really, Jack. I’m not that short. And I use this truck for lots of things – picking up stuff, giving people rides to church, you know.” “Ahhh, I see now.” He grinned, opened the back end with a flourish and went to toss the bag inside, then stopped when he saw what else she had in there.
12/18/2013
Proverbs 31The Flawed Proverbs 31 Woman The above article is good for us ladies to remember. Sometimes we look at the Proverbs 31 woman, and we get discouraged that we aren't her. One thing that helped me tremendously as a young mom, was when someone pointed out that Proverbs 31 is a description of a lady after years of experience. God is giving us an end result example, not something that we have to be completely right from the start. It's a wonderful goal to strive for, and a sort of promise of what will come from the struggle we see every day. So when we have those days, where the kids are everywhere, dinner is burned, we've been difficult to live with, and we just don't feel 'Proverbs 31ish, remember, God's still working on you, and He knows where you're headed. Don't let the criticisms rule you.
12/16/2013
LA traffic - is it really that bad?Los Angeles traffic has a bad rap around most of the rest of the country - and I've contended for awhile now that it's largely unwarranted. For the amount of cars out there on the road, there should be alot more accidents if we're all such terribly rude and nasty drivers. Yes, this is really what the highways look like out here - every day. This is just normal workday traffic. We don't like it, but we live with it. BUT, this morning I got a perfect example of the true nature of LA drivers. My friend and I were stuck in a long traffic jam on a city street, just off the 118. We couldn't figure out why it was going so slow when there'd never been a problem at that time, on that street before, and I figured there must be an accident at the major intersection ahead of us.
When we got there, we found out there was no accident - but the four way street lights were out completely...no blinking red, nothing. They just weren't working. Now you take a busy intersection, in a city that most people consider full of terrible drivers, and you shut the four way stop light OFF on it, and most people would automatically consider it a recipe for a major accident happening. Nope, no accident. But without the aid of police directing traffic, my fellow LA'ers treated it like a stop sign and went on about their business like it was no big deal. I was impressed though - that a large group of people worked together to make everyone safe. It might seem little to you, and to the average driver on that street this morning, it probably was little. But I saw it as LA traffic in it's most true sense. And it struck me, right then, that a collective group of people, total strangers, not even seeing each other's faces for the most part, but doing their part to each take it upon themselves to work through a situation on their own and create something better. Take what you will from it, but I found it heartening. Good Morning, LA!
12/15/2013
December 15th, 2013
12/3/2013
Christmas is all about the Presents!A friend of mine was recently talking about how when you're content with what have it can be really hard to think about what you want when someone asks for a list from you for Christmas gift ideas. Honestly, sometimes that's just hard because once you leave a store you can't remember what you saw in there - so really, how can you remember what you wanted? Ok, that's not just me, is it? Is it? Seriously, once we become adults, who wants to be seen as the one that goes around with an arm's length list of gift ideas for themselves? No takers? Probably not. But let's be honest with ourselves. Christmas is ALL about the presents. In reality, as a parent my more recent Christmases have been incredibly wonderful. Because I got bigger presents? No. Because I've been seeing my kids get so INTO Christmas GIVING themselves. The older ones, because they have their own money now, will scour stores, both online and off, to find just the exact right present for someone else. They sit with anticipation waiting for that person to open their gift, and they watch the person's face when they first see it - wanting to video the first moment, and then ask them over and over again if they liked it. It's like a new day dawning for them, you know, the excitement of seeing someone get something that they picked out just for them. And to watch my kids get such joy over that? It's incredible. My younger kids also get excited over the gifts they give each other - but for them it's a bit more down-home. They wrap up their own toys and give them to each other. And they keep track. I don't know how they do it, except for the younger you are the better memory you have, but they know what they gave last year. They love watching their sibling get that gift. And I've learned I have to teach them how to receive the gift, too. They should be received with grace and gratitude, not matter-of-factly, or as if they're entitled. (Might be another post in there with that one.) And now apply it to your Christmas, to MY Christmas.Sometimes we get so caught up in not wanting to seem greedy, or wanting only things, that we can't tell anyone else what they might give us. Someone else made the comment that we should think of presents that the other person would enjoy giving us. Think about that statement for a minute. See, if we refuse to tell someone any ideas, or we insist they don't get us anything, or that we don't even like gifts, we're robbing someone of that overwhelming joy of seeing us open a present they picked out that they think we'll like. You know, God says it's better to give than to receive? Well, that holds true for Christmas, and if you're allowing someone to give you something, then you're giving to them as well - the joy of seeing you love what they gave you. Don't hold back. Let someone else bless you. You'll be blessing them in return. |
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