The Mommy Truth

Have you ever watched another woman from afar and envied her composure while you tried to hide the fact that your socks didn’t match and you had not yet bathed that day?  Have you ever read a blog written by a homeschooling, scratch baking, crafty mom of six and felt guilty because your children were currently eating breakfast pastries from a box and you were in danger of being buried under the mountain of dirty laundry?coffee

Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought to yourself, “everyone else has it together”?

Well, brace yourself.  We are about to uncover the Mommy Truth.

  • Your children do not care if there are still cheerios under the table from yesterday’s breakfast.Actually, the toddler will eat them when you aren’t looking and he will be just fine.
  • The world will not end if you stop sorting your laundry. Seriously.  Grab an arm load, throw it in the machine and walk away.  Obviously, your new red dress does not need to go in with your husband’s white dress shirt.  Common sense is still key here.  However, the days of “darks, lights and towels” are gone.  Just wash them all and be done with it.
  • Your stress level will decrease greatly if you learn the freedom of saying, “Yes.” Say yes to the little one helping with the dishes even though there will be water in the floor.  Say yes to splashing in the rain puddles.  Maybe you could even ask the kids to jump in them with you. Say yes to discovering things in the backyard even though you have a thousand other things that need done.
  • Comparison conquers contentment. Have you ever noticed that, when you compare yourself to another mom, you always come up with the short end of the stick?  Often it’s because you are being too hard on yourself and, most likely, you do not have an accurate view of that other mom.  The simple answer?  Be the very best mom you can be and do not compare. I recently read a profound statement on FaceBook. It said that, when we compare ourselves to other moms on social media, we tend to always feel inferior because we are comparing our “behind the scenes” to their “highlight reels.” I loved that.

Here is the truth, ladies.  No one has this thing figured out.  We learn as we go and we share what we learn with each other.  We pray for strength, wisdom, energy and a short line at Starbucks.  We have all yelled when we should have hugged.  We have all had to drag crying toddlers through the store amid disapproving looks from other adults.

The next time you see a mom at her wits end – stop, give her a smile and share with her the Mommy Truth…

You are not alone.

We are all in this together.

And that is the truth.

This is a repost of an article I did for Family Matters, but I think it is worth saying again. 🙂

The Samuel Project (Day 11): God Speaks to the Worrier

Often, I say that my spiritual gift is worry. That is tongue-in-cheek, of course.

I worry about big things like what kind of world my kids will have to live in when they are older. I worry about little things like what my kids will be for Halloween or if my almost 3 year old will ever be potty trained.

Some of us are certainly prone to worry, aren’t we? Please tell me I am not alone in this.

Have you ever wondered what God has to say about this human tendency? You probably know the answer, but let’s listen anyway.

So, what does God say about worry?

What I Read:

Matthew 6 / Luke 12

What He Said:

If we read God’s Word carefully and listen intently, we will find that God certainly has a Word for us on the subject of worrying. And that word is:

Don’t.

  • Don’t worry about what you will eat (Matthew 6:25.)
  • Don’t worry about what you will drink (Matthew 6:25.)
  • Don’t worry about what you will wear (Matthew 6:25.)
  • Don’t worry about your life at all (Matthew 6:25.)
  • Don’t worry about the future (Matthew 6:34.)
  • Don’t worry about what to say to those who oppose you (Matthew 10:19.)
  • Don’t worry about defending yourself when you stand for Him (Luke 12:11.)

I think God is pretty clear on this subject, don’t you? Big thing. Little things. Family issues. World issues. Heart issues. He has it all under control and we add nothing helpful when we worry.

Trust Him.

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This post is part of a 31 Day series. Read the first post here.

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For a little more on the subject of worry, join me over on the MODSquad Blog (Mothers of Daughters)! Hop on over. I’m waiting for you!

Speak, Lord: The Samuel Project (Introduction)

Something had to change. Sitting alone in a bathroom stall at a women’s conference, the conviction was so heavy on my heart that I could barely breathe. I knew I was missing something.

I had allowed myself to become so busy with good things. So busy, in fact, that I was terrified of missing the great work He had for me. I kept whispering, over and over, What am I missing, Lord? What am I missing? The woman in the stall next to me must have thought I was crazy. But, then again, maybe she nodded in complete understanding.

Maybe she, like me, had allowed herself to become Martha. Maybe she could completely relate to the fact that I had been, for quite some time, anxious and troubled about many things.

Now as they went on their way, Jesus entered a village. And a woman named Martha welcomed him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to his teaching. But Martha was distracted with much serving. And she went up to him and said, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her then to help me.” But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.” – Luke 10:38-42

Just like Martha, I was distracted with much serving. I was missing something. And it wasn’t just any something. It was what Jesus called the one thing necessary. There I was running myself ragged trying to be the perfect wife and mother and Christian and woman and sister and friend and daughter. Can I just tell you that I was exhausted? Physically, mentally, spiritually. In every way imaginable, I was spent and empty and it all came to a head right there in a bathroom stall with a line of women waiting their turn.

I was missing the one thing that I absolutely had to have and that was time at the feet of the Lord. I had forsaken worship. No longer did I just sit and allow my Savior to speak to me. I was not listening for His voice or seeking His guidance. If I were honest, I could not remember the last time I had just put all else aside and allowed Him to have my undivided attention.

I turned my back on the one thing necessary and I was paying dearly for it.

You’ll be happy to know that I did, eventually, leave the bathroom stall. The pounding in my chest, however, was relentless. All I could think was, How do I fix this, Lord? How do I fix this?

That women’s conference ended. I drove back home. I did not want to just go back to the way things were. I could not go back to the way things were. So, I lay in bed and begged God to speak. And He did. Samuel. Samuel. That’s what I heard deep in my heart. Samuel. Samuel.

I have to admit that I had no idea what that meant.

I grabbed my phone from beside the bed and opened the Bible app and began to read in 1 Samuel. In chapter 3, the Lord tries to speak to Samuel. Samuel does not recognize His voice. Three times this happens. Then Eli tells him that it is the Lord. So, when Samuel hears his name again, he responds with, “Speak, for your servant is listening.”

I had been shamefully guilty of not listening. I knew it. With tears in my eyes, I whispered, Speak to me, Lord. Your servant is listening.

And, so, The Samuel Project begins.

For 30 days, I will rise early, read Scripture and let Him speak. No agenda on my part. No genie-like wishes for Him to grant. Just me before Him with Bible open studying a passage where God spoke to His people and listening.

•30 days of listening for His still, small voice.

•30 portions of Scripture reminding me of how He spoke to His children in days past.

•30 days of choosing the one thing necessary.

I have read that it takes 30 days for something to become a habit. Lord, may it be so.

Speak, for your servant is listening.

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Day 1: Introduction to The Samuel Project
Day 2: God Speaks to Abram
Day 3: God Speaks to Moses
Day 4: God Speaks to Joshua
Day 5: God Speaks to Ezekiel
Day 6: Saturday (Family Time – No Post)
Day 7: Sunday (Family Time – No Post)
Day 8: God Speaks to the Exiles
Day 9: God Speaks to Gideon
Day 10: God Speaks to the Thirsty
Day 11: God Speaks to the Worrier
Day 12: God Speaking
Day 13: Saturday (Family Time – No Post)
Day 14: Sunday (Family Time – No Post)
Day 15: God Speaks to King Jehoshaphat
Day 16:
Day 17: God Speaks to Me Martha
Day 18:
Day 19:
Day 20: Saturday (Family Time – No Post)
Day 21: Sunday (Family Time – No Post)
Day 22: God Speaks to Hagar
Day 23:
Day 24:
Day 25:
Day 26:
Day 27: Saturday (Family Time – No Post)
Day 28: Sunday (Family Time – No Post)
Day 29: God Speaks to the Glory-Seeker
Day 30 & 31: God Speaks to Me
(This page will be updated with links as the month progresses.)

Will you join me for the next 31 days as we eavesdrop on conversations between God and His children? I promise, He has a word for us as well! (I’m linking up with Nester for this writing project. Visit her to find TONS of other great 31 Days series!)

Five Minute Friday: Graceful

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It’s Five Minute Friday again! People all over the world blogging on the same topic on the same day for just five minutes and linking up at Lisa Jo’s place. Today’s topic: Graceful.

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I live in a constant state of grace.

The insecure girl turned insecure woman trying to raise four confident-in-Christ daughters. I am all too aware of my own flaws and failures and I would mess them up for sure if it were not for His grace.

Only through Him can this wallflower step out into the spotlight and be full enough of His grace to dance. To show my sweet girls that we are all things beautiful to Him and He fills us until we are more graceful than we ever imagined possible.

There are no awkward girls with two left feet. No one hanging out at the punch table pretending not to care that they have not been asked to dance. No poor girl in a hand-me-down dress that she hemmed and bedazzled herself in a sorry attempt to copy the latest trend.

He is enthralled with our beauty, each and every one of us. We each get to be the belle of the ball.

In Him, we have received grace upon grace.

We are graceful.

Even those of us who never were.

Stop.