“Go downstairs” “Get out” “Go back to your office”. All choice phrases from my 3-year-old. First he was kicking me out of his bedroom. Then, out of the restroom – he wanted to do his business himself. And he attempted to banish me back to my office as I peered downstairs to see him jumping on the couch. After I corrected his language (Yeah, um, cute or not, you don’t speak to momma that way. ;) ), I took note that he knew EXACTLY what he was doing. This kid knew enough to find a place to “hide”, do something he wasn’t supposed to do, then try to get me to stop looking while he was doing it! Lol. I don’t know if they come out of the womb like that or what, but little people definitely know what they’re up to!
I do it. You do it. For some reason, people do it all the time. There’s no rhyme or reason. Actually, it doesn’t make sense at all. Yet we lean on it as a crutch, as a defense mechanism of sorts. We deny. Deny, Deny, Deny.
Do you want to get married? No, I don’t want to be anchored down, he says, knowing full well he’d love the wife, kids, white picket fence and dog in the yard. Do you want another child? I’ve got my hands full/I’m busy as it is/Are you kidding me? When in reality, despite all the work involved, nothing would give me more joy than another little person. And the denial doesn’t just apply to personal life. Career, goals, hopes, dreams. For some reason, discounting the desires of our hearts can be par for the course.
I think we’re often afraid of what other people may say about the desire. Or what they’ll think of us if we don’t quite achieve the goal. Or … even worse … if we were “believing God” to bring it to pass, does He look bad when it doesn’t?
Well, no more. If I want it, I’m saying it and going for it. Don’t get me wrong, you should still employ wisdom in making decisions about what you share and whom you share it with. But I don’t see any point in denying who I am, or what I want.
I recently read a thought-provoking article titled, “Quality That Can’t Be Taught” by Christy Wright. It spoke volumes to me about the importance of hiring people who actually care for others; people who possess intrinsic compassion, integrity and decency towards others. A flight attendant selflessly gave her breakfast to a pregnant woman who boarded the flight, starving, and had been unable to eat. It was a simple yet profound act of kindness that made all the difference to the recipient.
As I read the article, however, another message screamed loudly at me: purpose. When you are doing what you were designed to do, what you were created to do, you fulfill your purpose. And you do it with joy, with intention. It’s not a drudgery. That’s not to say there’s no work involved – we all know that’s not true. However, your passion to go the extra mile shines through. I don’t know if that flight attendant believes that her job is what she was created to do. However, her belief that she should help and serve others, and do all she can to fulfill that mission, is evident by her actions.
Make it your goal to discover what your purpose is – what did God place you here to do? Then move toward fulfilling it – with everything in you. Your drive and passion will become a visible testimony to those who come in contact with you.
Let Your Purpose Drive You.
Here’s a look at the article that inspired me. Enjoy:
I took my boys to the Martin Luther King Jr Center last week. My oldest has been before, but it’s been years. I’ve been many times. I’ve learned the facts of those who struggled for civil rights, seen the pictures, and internalized the anger at their pain, as well as pride in their victories. But because I’d seen it before, I didn’t expect it to be such an emotional experience. It became that way by seeing it … through fresh eyes.
My boys couldn’t understand why black people had to eat and drink separately, use separate restroom facilities, and deal with the separate and extremely unequal school experiences. Being an education lover, my oldest son took particular note of this. He was appalled at the extreme intimidation used to keep black children out of certain schools; saddened at the thought of people needlessly brutalized; upset at the second class citizen treatment … and ultimately proud … of the non-violent fight, the legacy and the life of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
I love Autumn. The crisp coolness in the air, gorgeous colors of leaves falling from trees, and for me, a sense of nostalgia, accompanies the season. I am always flooded with memories this time of year. Maybe it’s the passing of summer, perhaps it’s the association with back to school many years ago … or even the upcoming arrival of the holidays. For me, Autumn signals the changing of the guard.
Goodbye swimming pools, beach visits, popsicles, sunscreen, shorts and tank tops, park playdates, running through sprinklers, and ice cream for no reason (well, maybe not goodbye to this) :)
Hello jumping in piles of leaves, school football games, hot chocolate, smores, pumpkins and candy, jackets and jeans, turkey, dressing, beautiful lights, wrapping presents, and precious time with family.
Enjoying every moment….
I am looking for inspiration today. Inspiration to write, inspiration to focus on the tasks ahead, inspiration to push just a little bit harder. But right now, it’s just not there. I’m tired. And having a hard time. So, I decided to make a list of things that help inspire me.
1. Being an example for my kids
2. Being able to help someone with what they’re going through
3. The ability to inspire someone else to pursue their dreams
4. Wanting more out of my life
5. Not wanting to waste the gifts God has given me
Easy. No. Necessary? Yes. I must be inspired … even if I have to “inspire” myself!
Three Things I Choose To Be Thankful for this Day . . . .
1. Television, and the ability to take a break and let the kids watch.
2. My kids’ friends … and their ability to entertain them so I can take a break.
3. Caffeine … in the form of a Coca Cola. I could use a good dose right now.
Yup, been one of those days.
Happy Thursday. :)
“Measure your wealth not by the things you have, but by the things for which you would not take money.”
Dave Ramsey, Financial Peace Revisited.
It’s so easy to get caught up in making everything about money. “Look at me I can buy this,” or “We don’t have enough for that.” Or how about “I’m gonna buy this because I can,” or “I won’t be happy until I can afford that.” Chances are, you’re in one of those statements. I read those punctuating words listed above, in Dave’s book, and paused. How refreshing for a book about finances … to talk about measuring wealth by standards other than finances.
Just a little reminder as you start your week. Maybe you’re headed to a job you hate. Maybe you wish you could be doing something, anything, other than what you’re doing. Maybe you feel like you have so little and times are so tough, that sitting to cry is a welcome release. Maybe, just maybe, you have plenty of money … but not the peace or happiness to go with it. Well, here’s a reminder of the things for which you would not take money.
• Your health (you’re able-bodied enough to read this blog)
• Your sight (again, you’re able to read this blog)
• Family and friends
• A place to lay down your head at night
• A mind to think of new ways to do and be more
• The ability to draw the breath of life
I guess it really doesn’t all come down to money. Does it?
One of the arguments I hear against homeschooling is that the children won’t receive enough socialization. I bought into it. And even though I’ve researched and know the realities of social opportunities for homeschoolers, I was still very concerned. After all, we were leaving the confines of a world where my son was surrounded with friends and playmates, to just me, him, and baby brother, on some days. So I wasn’t sure how he’d adjust. I wondered if he’d become more withdrawn and an introvert.
We attended an event for a homeschool group we’re going to be a part of. Unlike my usual self, I felt very impressed to remain in the background, and not try to get him to talk to others or “forge” friendships for him. And I’m so glad I didn’t. He did it all by himself!
I was so proud. He immediately interacted with others with no problems, even suggesting games to play. He didn’t get bent out of shape when others didn’t want to do what he did. I saw so much of the fragility that I thought existed in him melt away. He tried all sorts of new things, including a zip line! That was a big wow for me. He didn’t have to stay with one group of kids to feel like he was having fun or taking part. My heart swelled with joy, as I saw him emerging from a shell I never realized existed the way it did … one I’d actually helped create. By allowing him to escape from my bubble, I’m enabling him to come into his own….
My baby … is growing up.