On any given day, I can be a chef, housekeeper, homeschool teacher, CEO of my own business, writer, employee of my son’s business, workshop instructor, wife and momma. Today is one of those days.
Praising God for grace to get it all done!
Anyone out there who can relate?
I have recently made it my mission to learn to “breathe”. To take time for me. To appreciate and celebrate all God has blessed me with, instead of being in a frenzy to cram in even more. I guess, in essence, I’ve been trying to shut out the noise and get to a place of quiet. Then I stumble across this.
Thanks, Kirk Franklin ….
If you live anywhere on the planet earth, you would agree that this year has been LOUD.
And we’re only 5 months in!
Sometimes, we have an uncontrollable array of sounds. Some good, some bad. The noise from Baltimore was both good and bad. The cries of the overlooked and disenfranchised exploded onto the streets and brought both attention and destruction to the national spotlight with a narrative too common over the last year.
Then the deaths of thousands in Nepal overwhelmed us to the point that most of us checked out unfortunately and had to be reminded that “oh yeah, that did happen.” Sad. The return of LOVE AND HIP HOP ATLANTA got the streets riled up again about our favorite urban soap stars fighting and setting up scenes to bust each other in love triangles lit and well directed for our voyeurism and escapism from our own normal lives stuck on repeat. THEN, there was THE FIGHT OF THE CENTURY…..sorry, I fell asleep blogging… anyway.
Continue reading at: Kirk Franklin “The Price of Quiet”
I recently made an elderly couple cry. And I’m so glad I did.
My boys and I were out to eat for lunch (perk of homeschooling) :). I’d brought along a few things, like LEGO Mini Figures (easy to carry in my purse), to keep them busy. However, we had so much fun talking, laughing and being silly, that we didn’t even need them. Now I thought they were being TOO LOUD. Playing tag, hide and seek (all within the confines of our booth, mind you), and I Spy, we were a rowdy bunch. We got more than a few looks. Finally the food came out, and calmness ensued as we ate. That’s when the elderly couple came in, and sat directly across from us. We finished eating and prepared to leave. They smiled sweetly and remarked what sweet boys I had (I was thankful they hadn’t seen us earlier). I then reached in my pocket and pulled out money for their bill. They were astonished, told me to keep the money for the boys, or for myself, or that they didn’t need it, and why was I doing it? Just because, I said. It wasn’t because they complimented us or were nice to us. It was just because I saw them, and I wanted to. So I did. And when I saw them overcome and tears forming in their eyes at such a small gesture, I felt amazing.
I Dare You . ..
To pass it on. To do something for someone who can’t do anything for you. To be a blessing to someone “just because”. To brighten someone’s day, then encourage them to do the same for another person. To show that no matter how many painful things happen, there are still people out there who are genuinely nice … loving …. caring.
Here’s an awesome example of somebody “Passing It On”
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. 😉