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About Your Politics (And Mine…)

About Your Politics (And Mine…)

  Confession: I didn’t vote for the candidate who is currently the President of the United States. And I also didn’t vote for the candidate that won the popular vote. (I did vote, however. I consider voting to be a privilege and why would I […]

Of Baths and Bombs

When I was young, I read all the time. Everywhere. Everywhere, all the time. At breakfast I read cereal boxes. In my grandparents’ basement, I read (really) old Life magazines. At the dentist, I read Highlights magazine. During non-school, non-play, non-homework time, I could be […]

Change… How DO You Change When Reality is Really Hard?

Change… How DO You Change When Reality is Really Hard?

 

When I was growing up, a friend of my parents was driving her daughter to the mall one day.  She and her daughter were enjoying time together, laughing and talking about the kind of prom dress the daughter was looking for, when suddenly, a bicyclist rode directly into her path and she hit him.  He went flying over the car, and was killed from the impact.

It wasn’t her fault, but to say that she had guilt and remorse over his death is putting it mildly.  She struggled, turned inward and stopped enjoying all that life had to offer.  Her daughter had a difficult time too, but she wasn’t behind the wheel, and had all of life ahead of her, so she didn’t stay in a state of limbo.

The mom, on the other hand, well, as people say these days… the struggle was real.  I mean, R.E.A.L.  She was paralyzed over causing another human to lose a life.  She felt horrible for his family, because she thought she caused the accident, even though the cyclist was at fault.  The investigators told her over and over again that it wasn’t her fault.  His family absolved her.

She just couldn’t forgive herself.

How do you change the way you feel or think about something?

This is a question I ask of myself a lot more the older I get and the more complicated life has become.

I’m often flummoxed (good word, by the way) by how my emotions can color my world.  And so quickly too.

I’ve been going through a really rough patch – awful, really – for a year or so, and if I let it, the situation could keep me on the floor in a state of utter despair.

And I don’t use that word lightly.  I quite agree with Marilla Cuthbert that “to despair means to turn your back on God.”

So, how do I not despair when so many of my waking moments are spent trying to contain or override negative thoughts?  Like my parents’ friend, how do I move past it and let a good life overcome those thoughts?

For me, a lot of it comes down to reshaping the way I talk to myself.  And I do talk to myself.  Out loud and in my head.  Mostly in my head thank goodness, but I definitely have been known to talk out loud like a crazy person.  But… that’s neither here nor there…

If I’m being honest, when things overwhelm me, I don’t say nice things to myself or about myself.  Even though my parents friend knew she wasn’t at fault in the accident, she kept telling herself that she was.  I’m the same. There are some things I can take the blame for in my life – a LOT of things actually – but there are some things I blame myself for that I shouldn’t.  Often without realizing it, I tell myself that I shoulda coulda handled a situation differently.

Like the time the realtor called to show our house with 1 hour’s notice, and I was in the middle of Christmas baking, and the floor was a virtual powdered sugar explosion, I taught my kids that when an unexpected situation arises, it’s okay to act like Genghis Khan, The Wicked Witch of the West, a tornado and some of the guests on Maury Povich all rolled into one.  I was not a nice person, and definitely not a good role model.

The looker didn’t buy, and I realized there was no need for me to have reacted that way, especially, even if they had bought the house.  So… I went into full-on “what a horrible mom I am for behaving that way” mode.  Instead of accepting how I reacted and then choosing to move on, with hopefully a different reaction next time, I kept berating myself for all that I didn’t do and all that I did.

My reaction happened, and once it had, there was nothing I could do to change the past.  I could only change how I would behave in the future.  You know what?  While I still tend to get tornadic when someone wants to see the house, I don’t go into witch mode anymore.  It’s not worth it.

The reality is… my house may sell if it’s a little cleaner – or not – but my attitude toward cleaning will do nothing to change a buyer’s mind.  I can’t keep blaming myself for something that’s out of my control.  Instead, I need to shift my thoughts to what I can do.  Or better yet, what God can do!

Similarly, the reality of the situation I’ve been going through over the past year is that I need to talk about what I can do, which is mostly just let God change the circumstances – or not.  And ask God to give me the faith, assurance, hope and strength to get through whatever happens.

The book of Romans has so many great nuggets of wisdom in it for keeping me rooted in this truth.

When I want to keep beating myself up about something?

There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. Romans 8:1

In other words, Jesus doesn’t condemn me, because I’m in Him, and He is blameless!

HOW do I stop thinking about the things that sometimes overwhelm my negative thoughts?

For those who live according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who live according to the Spirit set their minds on the things of the Spirit. Romans 8:5

Simply ask God to direct  thoughts away from the bad toward Him, who is always good, and always loving, forgiving, merciful, and ever present.

I don’t have it all figured out, except that I do.  God has it all in His hands.  I just need to give it all to Him.

Thoughts on Mother’s Day

Thoughts on Mother’s Day

I know a lot of mothers. Shoot, I am one.  If I had to guess at the one thing that most consistently goes through the heads of almost all of the moms I know it’s this: “Am I doing it right?” From the first moment […]

You Don’t Know what You Don’t Know

You Don’t Know what You Don’t Know

The other day my husband and I were talking about some choices that one of our kids was thinking about making, maybe a little too hastily.  It’s hard to tell your kids that life is longer than one day, you know?  Not everything has to be […]

Only God Gets to Define Us

Only God Gets to Define Us

How often do you let others perceived expectations of you define you?

I know I have.

I know I do.

Think hard about it.  Do you let someone’s else’s desires, wishes or hopes for you drive your life?  Has your boss told you that you “shouldn’t worry” about some aspect of the job because __________ is already handling it, but you think you’d be great at it nonetheless?  Was your brother better at something you always wanted to do, but didn’t because… just because?  Did a teacher tell you you shouldn’t try something because you weren’t cut out for it? Did your mother or father steer you toward a certain career path because “it’s in your best interest?”

Somewhere though, deep inside of you, you’ve always wanted, well… more.

With a few exceptions, most of us have listened to the voices outside our heads who tell us that we should be something we’re really not.

Not enough of us grow up to be the ballerinas, firemen, fighter pilots or chefs we wanted to be when we were kids, because at some point we stopped paying attention to our strengths. Instead we started attempting to find our purpose in our weaknesses.

I grew up when the culture started to shift from “a woman’s place is in the home” to a “she can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan” mentality.  It changed from most of society expecting a woman to aspire to nothing more than bringing up the children and making a comfortable home to expecting a woman to do it all.  The mindset became that all the doors once closed to women were suddenly thrown open and we needed to run through them boldly.  Because of growing up during that cultural transformation, there’s always been a tug-of-war in me that wanted to be “just a mom” with also wanting to “go out in the world and make my mark.” Happily, I was able to be just  a mom for many years, but it wasn’t without feeling somewhat out of the loop for quite a while.  On the other hand, now I feel like I should be something, but what, I don’t know.

The world has taught us that we’re defined by its standards.

Except, as Christians, we’re not defined by them.  It just feels that way. As I’ve learned lately though, feelings aren’t truth.

In a sermon I recently heard, the pastor told how he was the firstborn in his family and his family had a business going back three generations.  As the oldest, he always felt he was expected to go into the business. However, he knew that God was calling him into the ministry.  While his family was a little disappointed, they ultimately were okay with his decision.  Yet, for the first several years of his ministry, he felt that he had to prove he was worthy of that decision.

And don’t we tend to feel that way about our purpose in life?  That we have to prove to somebody – our parents, our spouses, our kids, ourselves – we’re doing what God is calling us to do.

If we had to take a show of hands, I’d be that geeky kid in the front row, waving my hand, going “oooh, oooh, me, me!” because yes, I always feel like I have to prove myself.

Except… except, I have nothing to prove.

You have nothing to prove either.

You are His, and that’s enough.  

In fact, that’s everything.

In Christ you have been brought to fullness. He is the head over every power and authority.  Colossians 2:10

Sometimes I get too caught up trying to prove that I’m worthy enough to be someone’s wife, mother, daughter, friend, co-worker, etc…  Sometimes it’s enough to imagine that they think I’m not enough, and then I let those feelings start to define me.  Most of the time I think I’m a strong person, but most of the time I’m also masking the feeling that I’m not more.

More what, I don’t know.  Just… more, somehow.

We all feel that way.  We all think we’re strong and yet we all feel as if we aren’t enough.  We all are missing something as humans.  We all have a hole inside that can only be filled by God in our life.  Our purpose can only be filled and fulfilled by Him.  We can only be defined by His will for our lives. Not our will.  His.

Only His.

For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.             Ephesians 2:10

When you start to feel like you’re not enough, remember that He created you to be you.  Not your neighbor down the street.  Not your sister.  Not that woman in the carpool lane that looks like a living Barbie doll, got into MIT and and is the second coming of Martha Stewart.

No.

You.

He loves you utterly and completely.

In the words of Mark Darcy, à la Bridget Jones Diary, he likes you just as you are.

 

 

 

Monday Mondays 4.24.17

A year ago, I was here:  at Paul, in Paris.  One of few chain restaurants in France, the food is consistent, with luscious macarons, baguettes, and brioches.  (The best were the kalamate olive baguettes!) It was close to our hotel, and still retains that “French boulangerie” […]

Trouble with the Curve

Yeah, that’s the name of baseball movie, but I like baseball movies.  And baseball too, in fact.  Although, watching baseball on TV doesn’t come close to watching it in person. Anyway, as you may or may not have noticed, I’ve changed a few things on […]

monday mondays 3.20.17

It’s been a fun couple of weeks around here with a new puppy, although, my hands look like they’ve been mutilated by a miniature vampire, all those puppy bites! The puppy, who might have a name soon, after almost 20 days without a name (other than Puppy) is causing the grumpy old dog to exercise more.  And eat less.  It’s almost more challenging bringing a puppy home to an older dog than having one child then adding another; the old dog is MUCH more jealous and put out, I think.

Still… cuteness and laughter are never overrated, and puppies are cuteness and laughter almost 24/7…

I’ve been a little absent from the blog lately,  having done some maintenance on it. During that time, I’ve decided to switch how it’s hosted, so I may be down for a bit longer while I rework some of the site.

Alas, all I had time to put together recently are the Monday things I collected over the past week or so.

I’ll see you soon though…

Monday Mondays

I really don’t think there’s anything else in the world that can make a bad day better – or even a good day better – than letting puppies crawl all over you!  Tails wagging, licking your face with that oddly skunky but wonderful puppy breath, […]


My Diary

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Confession: I didn’t vote for the candidate who is currently the President of the United States.

And I also didn’t vote for the candidate that won the popular vote.

(I did vote, however. I consider voting to be a privilege and why would I squander a privilege?)

I don’t care for either of them.  Didn’t, and still don’t.  My laundry list of the drawbacks for each is long. If I lived in a battleground state, I probably would’ve had to make that tough call as to which was the lesser of two evils, but I don’t, so I didn’t vote for either one.

Sue me.

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I don’t know how much you’re on social media, but I can hardly bear it anymore.  Everyone has a political opinion and they don’t hesitate to share it.  But why they don’t hesitate is beyond my worldly comprehension… Once upon a time, before social media, and when I was much younger, politics was something you didn’t talk about, kind of like your age or how much you earned each year.

And you know what?  We pretty much all got along.  Or at least, we agreed to disagree so we could still all get along.

Speaking of social media, I’m an administrator for a page on Facebook, and my co-administrator is absolutely the polar opposite to me politically.  I know this because I’ve seen his personal page and the things he’s posted or commented on. I’m a middle-aged, healthy-eating WASP from a southern Bible belt state, and he’s an old codger, Scotch-swilling, non-practicing Jew from the Northeast.

However, and this is a big however, we never ever, ever discuss politics.

But you know what? We get along like people who value another human being for who they are, and not what their politics are.

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I think he’s a hoot.  He’s savvy, kind, clear-thinking, big-hearted, and a boatload of fun.  I’ve never asked him what he thinks of me, but the rapport we have while we’re busy administrating the page leads me to believe he thinks I’m A-OK too.

Part of what makes America so great is our diversity. Sadly though, it’s now more fashionable to talk about those differences than the things that unite us. Before, we used to understand that the different parts of the body all have their strengths and weaknesses, and everything can be made to function as one.

If we’re supposed to be a nation with common interests and goals, what makes my politics so much better than yours? Or yours “more right” than mine?

Like me, my administrator friend probably has settled on his politics to some degree because of geography and sociology. Of course, he might have intimate knowledge of some economic theory that in practice has been proven, but so much of what we believe has to do with the people around us and where we live. People who live in Georgia are all “rah-rah” for the University of Georgia, just like people who live in Oregon think the Ducks are all that. Georgia fans buy a lot of black and red, and Oregon fans buy a lot of green and yellow things. If Georgia plays Oregon in a football game, it’s understood that the rivalry is friendly-ish and a game is just a game.  There’ll be other chances to win in other years.

Why have we forgotten that concept when it comes to politics?

The pendulum will always swing the other way at some point.  It might be 2 years or 40, but nothing remains static.

That’s not to say that we can’t fight for the politics we believe in, just… we don’t need to fight each other with sticks and stones.  Life is too short to alienate your sister, brother, father or best friend simply because you have differences of opinions politically.

That candidate I didn’t vote for… won’t be president in 20 years.  But will my cousin still be my cousin?  Yep, and I’ll be happier and more proud to have a relationship with that cousin than I will to have voted for any of the flawed candidates out there.  So next time you want to disrespect the President or the popular vote winner, think about what really matters in your life.

Think about who really matters in your life.  If making nasty comments about how their political views are “wrong” because they’re not the same as yours causes that person to walk out of your life… are the politics really worth it?

Somehow, in the long run, I don’t think they will be.

Politics are politics, always a shallow, slimy business.

But people… people matter.  Much more than your politics… or mine.

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Of Baths and Bombs

When I was young, I read all the time. Everywhere. Everywhere, all the time. At breakfast I read cereal boxes. In my grandparents’ basement, I read (really) old Life magazines. At the dentist, I read Highlights magazine. During non-school, non-play, non-homework time, I could be […]

monday mondays 3.20.17

It’s been a fun couple of weeks around here with a new puppy, although, my hands look like they’ve been mutilated by a miniature vampire, all those puppy bites! The puppy, who might have a name soon, after almost 20 days without a name (other […]

Monday Mondays

I really don’t think there’s anything else in the world that can make a bad day better – or even a good day better – than letting puppies crawl all over you!  Tails wagging, licking your face with that oddly skunky but wonderful puppy breath, […]

Help My Unbelief

Help My Unbelief

  Any long-distance plane trip seems to have free seat-back entertainment anymore, but I prefer to spend long flights taking advantage of unadulterated reading time.  Case in point, last week I finished two books, a rarity for me these days. One of the books, Coming Clean: […]

Monday Mondays 2.13.17

Monday Mondays 2.13.17

  Last week my husband took me to San Diego so I could be with him while he was on a business trip.  I love doing that, except I always feel bad that I get to “play” while he has to work! This trip turned […]