This page is about a Mom who likes to think she is closer to the Hot side than the alternative. Here is my story of the daily journey of a less than rich, less than skinny and more than happy lady :D

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

I Miss My Time With You...

I Miss My Time With You....

"i miss my time with you

those moments together
i need to be with you each day
and it hurt's me when you say
you're too busy
busy trying to serve me
but how can you serve me
when your spirit's empty
there's a longing in my heart
wanting more than just a part of you
it's true
i miss my time with you"

This song has been running through my head the last few weeks. Anyone raised around church or around gospel music could probably sing it word for word. If you haven't had the privilege, follow the link above. Larnelle Harris was a smart man. And the guy can sing. Not to mention his swanky style back in the 80's and 90's. But I digress...

This part of the song is from God's perspective. How we get so busy doing things for Him that we fail to actually have a relationship with Him. Wow. Just let that sink in... We are so consumed with doing the things for the kingdom that we don't even have time for the King. Ouch.

Someone has to clean the church, to coordinate the events, teach the kiddos and greet the visitors. But should that come at a price? Does that take precedent over our relationship? I can promise you that if you are not seeking time with Him, you won't be able to sustain the heart to serve. When you try to serve out of selfish gain or obligation it shows, and you burn out so very quickly. I'm speaking from personal experience y'all... "You're too busy..."

On to the second application, the one that has hit home just as hard. I feel like these words are coming from my boys. My five year old has asked me three time since school started if we could spend some time together, just "me and you Mom". Cue the waterworks. Ouch again.

Am I so busy serving them- lunches, laundry, fun activities, cleaning, just life- that the 5 year old has to ask me to make time for him? What could be more important than to make them feel like they matter, that my time for them is more important than anything else, that they are important to me? What example am I setting for my kids? Where's the balance? "Busy trying to serve me..."

Being responsible and doing my job as a mom is important. Those lunches do have to be packed, the homework needs to be done and someone has to do the laundry. Showing my boys that there are things that have to be done and including them in the doing it also important to me. Teaching them that Momma doesn't do everything, and that the hamper isn't a magic box that turns out clean clothes and that the dishes don't wash themselves, in my opinion, is a way I can raise them into good men and one day good husbands. Letting them contribute and take ownership of tasks gives them responsibility and they have a glowing pride when their job is a job well done. I feel like I've found my stride there.

But I am failing and the relational part of this. One way I know I need to do more for my big guy is that I have no patience with him and the way he's being a kid. He's weathering the storm of Kindergarten and I'm not giving him grace in this change. We used to spend most every day together and in most of those moments when I'd nearly lose my cool (hey, don't judge me; if you are a mom and you haven't screamed in a pillow, we need to have a talk), I was able to take a breath and extend the grace he needs. Lately, not so much. He's gone every day, almost all day. When we are together its all business on my end- homework, pick up toys, eat dinner, bed and repeat. There's no value in that time for him. If I made more time for him, time where he and I could just be, I know that I could give him the grace he needs. He needs more than just a part of me...

I need to commit the time. Time for my walk with Christ, for my marriage and for my children- uninterrupted time, undistracted time, undiluted time. I am so consumed sometimes by what isn't done that I can't always see what can be done. I recently had an eye opening moment while I was drying up the puddle of tears my 5 year old provoked: we are blessed with 168 hours in each week- its time to make the waking ones matter...

Friday, August 5, 2016

Make Over Your Momma: Zig Zagging

Okay moms. Its been a while since I've come to talk to you... but this is something I can't keep to myself any longer. 

I don't know where I heard this term or who came up with it, but I can tell you that its detrimental. It can take over the most organized person and make their day a living nightmare. It plagues us all and I am tired of being quiet about it. I am here to speak out and try to curve the disaster known as "Zig Zagging". Or if you feel more proper- you can call it Chevron-ing?!

Yes, this looks like my 3 year old's self portrait from earlier today, but this could be the key to making your day better, more productive. Let me set the scene...

Exhibit A: You walk into the kitchen and you see the mail. Half of it is to be shredded, one quarter of the pile are coupons that you'll probably never use, and the other bunch might be important but it might also be offers for AARP memberships and pre-paid Visa cards. You take the shredded mail into the place where you keep the AMEX black card offers (wink, wink) and your old insurance cards. You notice that there is a pile of shoes right next to the shredder stack. You divide the shoes up to return them to their home. After carrying two pairs into your husband's closet you notice that half of your socks are in a pile that you deem to be the "missing their mate" pile. You start to sort those socks out and see that three have holes. You deliver those socks to the box of old shirt/socks/towels that you use for who-knows-what. That prompts you to start a load of laundry, again. Because you forgot you started it last night before bed and it was 80 degrees cool at midnight. By now you are probably hungry or thirsty or both. Back to the kitchen you go, where you see the other two-thirds of the mail that you started sorting in the first place.

Exhibit B: There's a deadline. And you have pushed said responsibility back until the last minute (or the "golden hour" as I like to think of it). After making a list of what all needs to be done to accomplish this task and compute the time and effort its going to take, you take a huge huff. 3 hours of work and 1 hour and 45 minutes to do it. Hey, you pulled it off in college and you are way more experienced now- you got this girl! But wait, its not only you that you have to worry about. Your children/spouse suddenly have a dying need to see you, and sit by you, and tell you their hopes and drreams. You are down to 1 hour 33 minutes and 7 units of patience. But you start to feel guilty... if only I had started sooner; I hate to cut my time short with them; did I ever feed them dinner? So you dedicate the next 25 minutes to loving and caring and eating (#priorities). Now you are down to about 60 minutes give or take a few GIFs you come across that you just HAVE TO share and a bathroom break so you can read a blog.

Either case, you need to focus. Usually you'd reach for caffeine right? Maybe a few jumping jacks or something to get your brain awake. What if I told you there was a blend of essential oils that could provide you with all things focus? 
  • Enhances and sustains a sense of focus.
  • Supports efforts of those who have difficulty paying attention & staying on task.
  • Apply to wrists or back of hands & inhale deeply to promote a sense of clarity.
  • Use at work to stay on task or when feeling tired mid-afternoon.
  • Diffuse or drop on a clay pendant & place on a desk or in other key areas in a classroom.
  • Study-time blend.

    If you are anything like me, you'd say:
    "Yeah right. Sounds too good to be true"... 
    "This crazy lady with her snake oils." 
    "If its that good, why haven't I heard of it before now?"

    That's where I was a few years ago. Just living my life, oblivious to how many areas of my life that I was just getting by. I was unfocused, impatient, and zig-zagging my way through life. I happened upon this oil by chance. Since I finally decided to try it and felt so much clarity and so much more confidence, I use it EVERY SINGLE DAY.
    Ask yourself, what's it going to hurt to try? Can it do anything but make your life better... and really, can it get any better than sorting through your AARP membership cards at 35?

    Message me if you want to get on board and get tuned in to a better you...