That’s When You Blessed Me . . .

Blessed me blog - November

I planned and was purposeful,
My attempts to create
Opportunities and options
Joys I could equate

I rushed here, I rushed there
Dotted “t’s” and crossed “i’s”
Proposals and queries
But disappointments did arise

No offers. No interest.
And what came I turned down
Convinced it would not fit
As my busyness abounds

I’d given up, was losing hope
I was tired of trying
I felt like my dream was slipping away
And inside, I was dying

So I surrendered. It’s all I could do
I said God, You have to show me how
You created me to want this
The problem is, I want it now.

This is my energy, my passion
But I can’t make it work
My heart, my desire
Now a burden, in my heart lurks

When I gave up, then the phone rang
Opportunity knocked – and so loud
Interest .. incredible interest
Of my work, I felt so proud

It’s a life lesson I keep learning
Why can’t I remember it so easily?
When I say Your Will, Lord, not mine
That’s when You’ve always blessed me.

Moving forward … onward and upward

Too Busy. Too Crazy. Too Much.

November busy blog updated

Don’t tell me it’s never happened to you before. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the cell phone. But you were looking all over for the glasses on top of your head. Or you searched the house from top to bottom for your car keys (oh, the irony, as you will see). Or how about tearing the car apart for the coins for the toll that you “just had in your hand”?!

And then there’s plans. Double booking appointments. Forgetting meetings not written on the calendar. Or one of my new personal favorites, planning an entire child’s birthday party … at the wrong location. Because you’re too busy, things are too crazy and you are doing entirely too much.

Yep, you read it right. A real life situation. The names have been omitted to protect the overwhelmed (no worries, she encouraged me to use her story for my blog lol). A friend of mine called frantic, a few hours before her daughter’s birthday party. She’d done her due diligence – sent out invitations timely, coordinated decorations, planned fun and exciting games, and assured every detail was set. She just forgot one small thing … to double check the location. The invites she sent were to a rock climbing facility all right … just not the one where she paid for the party. So here we were, hours before the big event, calling, texting, even frantically Facebooking (is that a real word?) people to get them to the right address at the appointed time. We can laugh about it now. But last weekend, before it started, I assure you she was not laughing.

Nor was I, when at the end of the party, I couldn’t find my keys. In my rush to make calls, get there early to help set up, and be ever so helpful, I’d put my keys down somewhere. And when everyone left, they were no where to be found. I was stuck waiting for hubby and his spare set to come to the rescue. Too busy. Too crazy.

Stop. Relax. Cut yourself some slack. Breathe. Nine times out of ten, whatever you are stressing over, is not as unto death. It ain’t that serious. Take a moment. Refocus. So you won’t be stuck looking crazy like we were … trying to do too much. ;)

Impact . . .

Myles Munroe

I initially just sat, in stunned shock. Maybe it’s one of those internet hoaxes, I hoped, devouring every article I could read on the subject. But it wasn’t. My heart broke. Dr. Myles Munroe is gone.

It wasn’t just that he was a great spiritual leader. He was. It wasn’t just that he was a best-selling author, and world-renowned. Again, he was. But the profound depth of sadness that I feel, along with countless others, is the impact of this man.

Impact. The impact to show God’s love and compassion to a hurting world. Impact. The impact to help me stretch beyond the limits of what I thought was possible … to believe in me because of the limitless God within me. Impact. The impact to change the thinking and mindset of a generation … to help us see the Lord Jesus Christ is indeed an Almighty, Awesome God! Impact.

That is the word I choose now to describe Dr. Munroe, and his wife, Ruth, whose imprint was surely a part of his ministry.

Thank you, Dr. and Mrs. Munroe, for your obedience to God, and your impact.

What’s Stopping Me?

November - Stop

Have you ever been in your own way?

There is something burning in you …. something you want to do, be or achieve. Yet for various reasons … sometimes excuses you try to find … you’re not doing it?

I found myself there the past few days. And to be fair, my main reasons for not moving forward are valid, and even wise. However, it’s time to throw a little caution to the wind. And shake some things up.

After all, what’s stopping me?

And Here’s …. 40!!!!

I don’t quite know when it happened. I looked up. And I was 39. I blinked. Then I turned 40. I turned around. And there was 41. Yikes. Does it really happen this fast to everyone else? I mean I just woke up at 35, and here I am, 6 glorious years later.

So what does 41 look like?

Comfortable in my own skin
Revelation of how little others’ opinions matter
Realization that I’ll never be a balance beam champion (that ship long sailed lol)
Looming concerns about retirement
Caring for young children and loving older parents
I need a little more sleep and less reckless activity
So this is what middle age looks like?
Knowledge that I’m not considered a young kid anymore
Readers. I mean, readers?!
Loud music can be too loud.
Eating whatever you like is not a good idea – for your stomach or thighs
More laugh lines, but also more laughter
Easier to prioritize – family vs. whatever = family
The stuff they call music today is NOT music. In my day ….
Debt. HARDLY what it’s cracked up to be.

Loving the skin I’m in and the life I lead …..

The Homeschool Hump

Yup, it’s happened. I was told by teachers it was coming. The long months without a break start making you a little tired … and a little crazy. I don’t think I can hold out until Thanksgiving… it’s time for a break right now. I’ve decided to act accordingly in the following ways …

1. Self-imposed teachers workday. I’ll be working from my bed, pressing snooze, thank you very much.
2. A day of student responsibility. Show me how much you can get done on your own. That will either be fun to see or a mess to clean up, lol.
3. A play day. The only things allowed are reading, art, music and science (that one is a favorite of his, so yes, it would be part of play day).

I think if I can pull these off next week, I’ll be able to pull through until the holidays. We’ll see. Stay tuned….

Sister, we’re two of a kind ….

Me and Tia October 2014

My sister and I love to be silly and sing this song from The Color Purple to each other. I hadn’t seen my sister in months, and loved every minute of it this weekend. It’s got me thinking of all the wonderful (and crazy) things sisters learn from each other.

Things only sisters understand …
- Embarrassing childhood photos never go out of style
- You can want to choke each other one minute and overflow with love the next
- You can not speak for weeks and pick up a conversation right where you left off
- One word phrases from childhood brings laughter only the two of you understand
- Bringing up memories without words is the best!
- Sometimes a look or a smile says it all ….

Miss my sissy already :)