Parenting.
It is so much harder than I ever thought it would be. Yes, it also more rewarding than I ever thought it would be.
I love my children with all that I am. However, the molding and shaping and pointing them to the Savior is the hardest thing ever. Seeing even glimpses of who they are becoming, rejoicing when then make the right choices, the hugs, the kisses, hearing "I love you Mom" are some of the best things ever.
Lately we seem to be struggling so much with respect....or the lack of. Whether it is towards me, Rick, their sibling, or even others. The world wants my child to think they have rights. That they are allowed to speak to me in any way they want. That I have no right to expect things of my children. My Bible teaches me, and yes them, differently.
So how do you teach your children to be respectful? How do you handle it when they are not? How do you handle it when they get mad at you for things that are completely out of your control? Like you HAVE to go to the grocery store and your child is mad at you for that because they really want to stay home and play. Like they are running a fever so your plans for swimming get canceled. Like every time something doesn't go their way and somehow it is always your fault.
There are times that the disrespect is blatant and handling it isn't difficult. Other times I feel uncertain as to how to handle it. Disrespect is a huge pet-peeve of mine and frankly I'm exhausted with dealing with it on a daily basis. I feel like my child's punching bag some days. (Not literally punching me of course, this momma isn't crazy I won't stand for mess like that!)
Don't get me wrong. I have good kids. We could be dealing with a lot worse things right now I realize that. I just feel like I'm hitting a brick wall on this one. Last night while tucking my youngest in (and the one who seems to be fighting me the hardest on this issue) I was answering her question and taking her back to what God's Word said and she said "Mom, I know this may be mean to God, but I wish you wouldn't always bring everything back to what God says." A part of me wanted to do a fist pump and scream "YES, she hears me. She gets that it always comes back to what God says." and the other part was just sad that she didn't want to hear it. I did tell her that it was not only mean to God, but broke His heart that she would feel that way and that is was disrespectful to Him since she has Him in her heart and He wants to guide her for her own good.
We talked a little longer and while she didn't say anything else ugly she also didn't say anything positive. We prayed I left still feeling like I didn't get through and I don't know what else to do. This morning has been a roller coaster of disobedience and disrespect. I am trying to keep my calm and patience, but feel like soon I'm not gonna be doing so well at that.
So what DO you do to teach your teach your children respect and obedience? What do you do when they don't follow through?
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
Craving Some Uninterrupted Time
I LOVE summer, I really do, but I am craving some uninterrupted time.
When the kids are in school I very much enjoy my time with my Jesus. Getting the hubby off to work and the kids off to school and then sitting down with my Bible and my coffee usually is my favorite time of day. I adore my family they are everything to me next to my relationship with Christ. However, having the house all to myself for quiet time, which rarely is all that quiet, is special to me.
I usually begin with scripture reading; I am on my second time around of reading through the Bible in a year. Sometimes I will add a chapter or two from a book I may be reading like "Power of a Praying Wife". I end with prayer...always out loud and almost always with tears happy or sad; I'm weird like that. Monday I try to pray for everyone on my list and through out the week I break it up and focus more intently on specific people/situations/things. Sometimes I put on praise and worship music while I am praying and sing to the Father. Sometimes, my heart is so burdened or so full of love I just need to be at the feet of Jesus pouring out my heart. Whatever the day hold unless I have something planned I generally have as long as I need to spend with Jesus.
When my kids are out of school for the summer I love all the extra time I get with them, but I miss my lengthy very vocal times with my Jesus. I have tried to get up earlier, but somehow my Erika knows I am up and always joins me. :) I do tell them I am going to have my quiet time and close the door, but I get interrupted after awhile. I think it kinda scares them too to walk in and see mommy with tears rolling down her cheeks talking out loud to no one in the room. My kids are old enough to understand I am having a quiet time and what that means and they are respectful of that time... for awhile. I still have my time with Him it is just different when they are here vs. when they are not.
Today my heart is aching for some long, uninterrupted, all by myself, ugly crying, talking out loud, hands raised, heart poured out, standing in the gap for others time with my Jesus. I can't really explain it better than that.
When the kids are in school I very much enjoy my time with my Jesus. Getting the hubby off to work and the kids off to school and then sitting down with my Bible and my coffee usually is my favorite time of day. I adore my family they are everything to me next to my relationship with Christ. However, having the house all to myself for quiet time, which rarely is all that quiet, is special to me.
I usually begin with scripture reading; I am on my second time around of reading through the Bible in a year. Sometimes I will add a chapter or two from a book I may be reading like "Power of a Praying Wife". I end with prayer...always out loud and almost always with tears happy or sad; I'm weird like that. Monday I try to pray for everyone on my list and through out the week I break it up and focus more intently on specific people/situations/things. Sometimes I put on praise and worship music while I am praying and sing to the Father. Sometimes, my heart is so burdened or so full of love I just need to be at the feet of Jesus pouring out my heart. Whatever the day hold unless I have something planned I generally have as long as I need to spend with Jesus.
When my kids are out of school for the summer I love all the extra time I get with them, but I miss my lengthy very vocal times with my Jesus. I have tried to get up earlier, but somehow my Erika knows I am up and always joins me. :) I do tell them I am going to have my quiet time and close the door, but I get interrupted after awhile. I think it kinda scares them too to walk in and see mommy with tears rolling down her cheeks talking out loud to no one in the room. My kids are old enough to understand I am having a quiet time and what that means and they are respectful of that time... for awhile. I still have my time with Him it is just different when they are here vs. when they are not.
Today my heart is aching for some long, uninterrupted, all by myself, ugly crying, talking out loud, hands raised, heart poured out, standing in the gap for others time with my Jesus. I can't really explain it better than that.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
NYPD
I often think I should be a food critic. My family and I love a new, unique eating experience. We tend to be foodies and love it. We will take it all in, try to order something we have never had and then when we leave we will dissect our experience as soon as we get in the car...the food, the decor, the building, the service, the atmosphere, the ease of getting there, what we did and didn't like, what would we order differently.....
We went to the Aquarium today and then came home and watched Happy Feet 2. Our menu for the week had us eating baked fish tonight, but after our day looking at fish at the Aquarium and a movie where penguins are eating fish having fish for supper didn't seem appetizing. So a quick decision took us to a new place in Hixson called New York Pizza Department (NYPD).
Here are highlights from our post-dinner conversation:
* It is a little difficult to get to depending which way you are coming from. It is in the little shopping center across from Wal-Mart.
* It is a little small inside, but they did a good job maximizing their space with tables outside and bar-type seating along the walls. The decor was great though. It had a New York feel to it. Keep in mind I have never been to New York City, but it was what I would imagine a pizzeria might be like there. One wall is the New York skyline. Pictures of NYPD/FDNY, New York, and a tribute to 9-11 cover the walls. The guys working the counter were loud, but really nice. The atmosphere was a lot of fun.
* The menu is large and a little overwhelming, but everything looked yummy. They offer you a menu to take with you which is nice, I will be planning my next visit from it. We ordered a Convict Concoction which was Italian sausage, pepperoni, ham, onion, mushrooms, mozzarella, and authentic New York sauce. IT WAS HUGE!!! It was true New York pizza thin crust big slices everyone was folding it to eat it. STUPID DELICIOUS!
* They sell pizza by the slice as well as some great looking sides and salads that were making my mouth water watching other people eat them while we waited on our pizza. A whole pizza was too much food and from now on we will order by the slice with a salad and a side to split between us. This will also allow us to all order different and try all the yumminess they offer.
* If you want cheap/quick pizza go to Little Ceasars (ICK!), or even Papa Johns or Dominoes, but for a pizza experience and a fun atmosphere this place is a must from the Landess' opinion. It wasn't overly expensive...We had the large 22' pizza and 4 drinks for $30. Ordering by the slice starts at $2.75 and they have a lunch special of 2 cheese slices and a 20 oz drink for $6.50.
* It is a family owned place not a chain so go support local business so they won't close down! You might want to look the menu over before you go it may help the process a little for ya. Here is the link to their place.
http://www.indoughwecrust.com/index.html
We went to the Aquarium today and then came home and watched Happy Feet 2. Our menu for the week had us eating baked fish tonight, but after our day looking at fish at the Aquarium and a movie where penguins are eating fish having fish for supper didn't seem appetizing. So a quick decision took us to a new place in Hixson called New York Pizza Department (NYPD).
Here are highlights from our post-dinner conversation:
* It is a little difficult to get to depending which way you are coming from. It is in the little shopping center across from Wal-Mart.
* It is a little small inside, but they did a good job maximizing their space with tables outside and bar-type seating along the walls. The decor was great though. It had a New York feel to it. Keep in mind I have never been to New York City, but it was what I would imagine a pizzeria might be like there. One wall is the New York skyline. Pictures of NYPD/FDNY, New York, and a tribute to 9-11 cover the walls. The guys working the counter were loud, but really nice. The atmosphere was a lot of fun.
* The menu is large and a little overwhelming, but everything looked yummy. They offer you a menu to take with you which is nice, I will be planning my next visit from it. We ordered a Convict Concoction which was Italian sausage, pepperoni, ham, onion, mushrooms, mozzarella, and authentic New York sauce. IT WAS HUGE!!! It was true New York pizza thin crust big slices everyone was folding it to eat it. STUPID DELICIOUS!
* They sell pizza by the slice as well as some great looking sides and salads that were making my mouth water watching other people eat them while we waited on our pizza. A whole pizza was too much food and from now on we will order by the slice with a salad and a side to split between us. This will also allow us to all order different and try all the yumminess they offer.
* If you want cheap/quick pizza go to Little Ceasars (ICK!), or even Papa Johns or Dominoes, but for a pizza experience and a fun atmosphere this place is a must from the Landess' opinion. It wasn't overly expensive...We had the large 22' pizza and 4 drinks for $30. Ordering by the slice starts at $2.75 and they have a lunch special of 2 cheese slices and a 20 oz drink for $6.50.
* It is a family owned place not a chain so go support local business so they won't close down! You might want to look the menu over before you go it may help the process a little for ya. Here is the link to their place.
http://www.indoughwecrust.com/index.html
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Armour Up!
I have learned over the last year or so that sometimes when I feel out of sorts whether it is feeling anxious or just physically blah God is trying to tell me something. Usually it is to be still and listen. A lot of times it is so that He can speak peace into my heart and soul through a situation I am going through. Then there are the times He wants me to armour up on behalf of someone else to stand in the gap for them. It is called spiritual warfare. I believe that there are times I can physically feel the call to battle. Today has been one of those days already.
After I drop Megan off at school and drive home the sun is rising and a lot of times it is where I begin my prayer time for the day. This morning I was pondering something a friend said Monday about how sometimes we talk too much, we know all the Christian words to say. I know that I talk waaaayyy too much and this morning I knew God was telling me to Be STILL!!!
I have been unsettled all morning. I chalked it up to a couple of different things. I knew I needed to get in God's Word and He spoke to me right off. I was reading in Exodus 14. The Israelites are leaving Egypt they are coming up on the Red Sea. God has just delivered them and already they are afraid and grumbling. Moses tells the people in vs. 13
"Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the Lord will bring you today. The Egyptians you see today you will never see again. THE LORD WILL FIGHT FOR YOU;YOU NEED ONLY BE STILL. vs 19 Then the angel of God, who had been traveling in front of Israel's army withdrew and went behind them. The pillar of cloud also moved from in front and stood behind them. Coming between the armies of Egypt and Israel. Throughout the night the cloud brought darkness to the one side and light to the other side so neither went near the other all night long. Exodus 15:7 In the greatness of your majesty you threw down those who opposed you.
God fights for me!!! He surrounds me! How awesome is it that?!? He left the front of the army where He was so He could lead them to go to the back so He could protect them! He brought darkness to the Egyptians so they could not see the Israelites and light to the Israelites so they could see where to go. He stood between them and death and pointed them to life.
I began to pray trying to not bring anything from my list of prayer needs to Him, but only to be thankful for who He is and that He is my mighty warrior. I knew though that this wasn't just about me I needed to pray these verses for some specific people. Saturday morning I felt the same way. We had so much to do and I felt horrible. I began to pray for peace and then began to pray consistently through the day for our youth group outreach event. God used Black light doge ball as an opportunity for our youth to reach out and our youth pastor to share the Gospel to over 100 kids. 43 were saved!!!!! God had called me that morning to enter into battle for those souls.
This morning I feel off and realized He is calling me into battle again. I have a couple of things I feel strongly that He wants me to pray for today. I am cranking up the worship music and I am praying all day. I'm praying God will fight for these people, He will surround them, protect them from Satan. That I will have a clean heart so that I can be effective for Him in my prayers and however He would use me in each situation. I may not see the immediate result of today's battle and maybe I will.
All I know is Ex 15:3 The Lord is a warrior; the Lord is His name. James 5:16...The fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.
"Oh Praise the Lord our Mighty Warrior. Praise the Lord the Glorious One. By His hands we stand in victory. By His name we overcome."
The only way to find peace and calm in my day is to armour up and enter the battle. Sounds like an oxymoron doesn't it?? It's not, I promise.
After I drop Megan off at school and drive home the sun is rising and a lot of times it is where I begin my prayer time for the day. This morning I was pondering something a friend said Monday about how sometimes we talk too much, we know all the Christian words to say. I know that I talk waaaayyy too much and this morning I knew God was telling me to Be STILL!!!
I have been unsettled all morning. I chalked it up to a couple of different things. I knew I needed to get in God's Word and He spoke to me right off. I was reading in Exodus 14. The Israelites are leaving Egypt they are coming up on the Red Sea. God has just delivered them and already they are afraid and grumbling. Moses tells the people in vs. 13
"Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the Lord will bring you today. The Egyptians you see today you will never see again. THE LORD WILL FIGHT FOR YOU;YOU NEED ONLY BE STILL. vs 19 Then the angel of God, who had been traveling in front of Israel's army withdrew and went behind them. The pillar of cloud also moved from in front and stood behind them. Coming between the armies of Egypt and Israel. Throughout the night the cloud brought darkness to the one side and light to the other side so neither went near the other all night long. Exodus 15:7 In the greatness of your majesty you threw down those who opposed you.
God fights for me!!! He surrounds me! How awesome is it that?!? He left the front of the army where He was so He could lead them to go to the back so He could protect them! He brought darkness to the Egyptians so they could not see the Israelites and light to the Israelites so they could see where to go. He stood between them and death and pointed them to life.
I began to pray trying to not bring anything from my list of prayer needs to Him, but only to be thankful for who He is and that He is my mighty warrior. I knew though that this wasn't just about me I needed to pray these verses for some specific people. Saturday morning I felt the same way. We had so much to do and I felt horrible. I began to pray for peace and then began to pray consistently through the day for our youth group outreach event. God used Black light doge ball as an opportunity for our youth to reach out and our youth pastor to share the Gospel to over 100 kids. 43 were saved!!!!! God had called me that morning to enter into battle for those souls.
This morning I feel off and realized He is calling me into battle again. I have a couple of things I feel strongly that He wants me to pray for today. I am cranking up the worship music and I am praying all day. I'm praying God will fight for these people, He will surround them, protect them from Satan. That I will have a clean heart so that I can be effective for Him in my prayers and however He would use me in each situation. I may not see the immediate result of today's battle and maybe I will.
All I know is Ex 15:3 The Lord is a warrior; the Lord is His name. James 5:16...The fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.
"Oh Praise the Lord our Mighty Warrior. Praise the Lord the Glorious One. By His hands we stand in victory. By His name we overcome."
The only way to find peace and calm in my day is to armour up and enter the battle. Sounds like an oxymoron doesn't it?? It's not, I promise.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Sticks And Stones
One of my biggest pet peeves is people being mean/disrespectful to other people; whether it is to their face or behind their backs. It happens on facebook everyday and it isn't just teenagers (or younger kids who really shouldn't even be on fb). Grownups can be the meanest of all. It starts at such a young age and carries on into our adult years. This idea that if I make others feel small it will make me feel bigger/better. What are we teaching our kids????
I can not tell you how many conversations I have had with my girls in this last week about things people have said about them or things they have said about their sisters or other people.
I will be honest I have my moments. I can cut to the jugular with my words and maybe that is why I get so upset with others who do it. I don't like that side of me. When I am in the flesh I can hurt others. When I am in The Spirit it hurts me to see people hurting others with their words.
The little song we all have sung as kids.."Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me." It is the biggest lie out there. Words hurt....DEEP. Those hurts last a lifetime. We can't ever seem to get them out of our heads.
It makes me angry to have conversations with my girls about things people say to them. It leaves scars. As their mom my words of encouragement and affirmation may help, but will never overcome the damage their peers have done.
It makes me angry that my girls say hurtful things to each other as sisters or to their parents.
It makes me angry that my girls believe the hurtful lies people throw at them.
It makes me angry that society says if someone hurts you, hurt them back.
It makes me angry that peer pressure says its funny to make fun of other people...even in our church groups.
It makes me angry that females are the worst at doing this.
It makes me angry that I have done these things too.
It makes me sad.
Sarcasm, mean-ness, taunting, belittling, joking about how people look, act, talk...it hurts, it's mean, and if you (I) are a Christian it is damaging to your (my)testimony.
I can not tell you how many conversations I have had with my girls in this last week about things people have said about them or things they have said about their sisters or other people.
I will be honest I have my moments. I can cut to the jugular with my words and maybe that is why I get so upset with others who do it. I don't like that side of me. When I am in the flesh I can hurt others. When I am in The Spirit it hurts me to see people hurting others with their words.
The little song we all have sung as kids.."Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me." It is the biggest lie out there. Words hurt....DEEP. Those hurts last a lifetime. We can't ever seem to get them out of our heads.
It makes me angry to have conversations with my girls about things people say to them. It leaves scars. As their mom my words of encouragement and affirmation may help, but will never overcome the damage their peers have done.
It makes me angry that my girls say hurtful things to each other as sisters or to their parents.
It makes me angry that my girls believe the hurtful lies people throw at them.
It makes me angry that society says if someone hurts you, hurt them back.
It makes me angry that peer pressure says its funny to make fun of other people...even in our church groups.
It makes me angry that females are the worst at doing this.
It makes me angry that I have done these things too.
It makes me sad.
Sarcasm, mean-ness, taunting, belittling, joking about how people look, act, talk...it hurts, it's mean, and if you (I) are a Christian it is damaging to your (my)testimony.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Job Status: Mom
Today Erika almost drove me crazy with the rolling her eyes and huffing at me like I was an idiot. Girl, don't make me be that mom that goes all crazy on your butt! Megan mumbled "Whatever" at me when I dropped her off at school and I told her to have a great day. "Girl, I will get out of this car and embarrass you in front of everybody chasing you down saying I LOVE YOU MEGAN!" She laughed and quietly said "Oh, I love you, bye" and closed the door and took off towards the school as quick as she could. She knew I would totally do it!
Almost everyday I wonder how it is possible that I am a mother of a 13 and 8 year old. I miss my kids being little so much it hurts my heart. I want to tell every mother of small ones I meet to treasure the moments, hang on to them, enjoy them. Set aside your "stuff" for Elmo, finger painting, play dough, the zoo, picnics, reading books, the park. Be patient with them, let them be little. Cuddle, sing to them, rock them.
The baby/pre-school years are stupid hard, they were for me, but they are some of the sweetest years if we slow down and enjoy them. I didn't do enough of that and man, I wish I could go back and do it over.
I was the mom who wished for the next stage, the next phase. Sometimes because I knew the next phase meant more independence and an easier time for me. Sometimes because I just loved to see them accomplish something new. The one thing I regret though was not enjoying enough the phase they were in at the moment.
We played a lot, laughed a lot, did special things together just not enough.
My kids are in some difficult stages right now. Erika, so close to the tween years I can see them coming. The attitude, oh my goodness, she is like a different person. Megan, half way through her first year as a teen and all the awkwardness that middle school years bring. Torn between feeling grown, but still wanting to be a kid. Yet, even though these can be some difficult ages they are also some of the most fun; it really depends on the day maybe even the hour.
My girls are C.R.A.Z.Y!!! I love it, though. I love that they both have a sense of humor that leaves me rolling in the floor, tears of laughter streaming down my face. I love that they love to laugh. I love their amazing smiles and their wit. I love their personalities that were just blooming when they were little, but now I can see them in all their glory. When they were little Rick and I used to sit and talk about what kind of girls/women they would be. I love that we are starting to see that now.
I'm trying so hard these days to set aside my desires, the things I want to do in a day, and focus more on them. I believe my girls need to have responsibilities around the home, I believe they need to learn to cook, do laundry, clean, be responsible for their things and themselves. They are old enough for that. I am learning that there is no reason I can't do these things WITH them, along side them, making them fun. I'm also learning sometimes we can set aside the things we need to do and do some things we want to do, having fun is needed. I am still learning that it isn't just about training them up in the way they should go but also about enjoying the blessings God trusted me with while I still have the time.
Some days I want to go back and redo it, and given the chance (with what I know now) I would do it all better or at least different. Some days I just adore the life stage that we are in now. It is hard, frustrating, and sometimes heartbreaking to see choices they make and choices I make. It is also fun, amazing, life changing, and so rewarding. As hard as it can be, as disappointing as it can sometimes be, those 2 girls are the laughter in my day, they amaze me with their intelligence, they inspire me to do better.
I am in awe that God trusted me to mother these 2 amazing people. Knowing what He knew about me, the terrible choices I made in the past and the ones I would make in the future with them, He still chose me to be their mother. Some days I take it too lightly, and other days it blows me away. Today, it blows me away!
Almost everyday I wonder how it is possible that I am a mother of a 13 and 8 year old. I miss my kids being little so much it hurts my heart. I want to tell every mother of small ones I meet to treasure the moments, hang on to them, enjoy them. Set aside your "stuff" for Elmo, finger painting, play dough, the zoo, picnics, reading books, the park. Be patient with them, let them be little. Cuddle, sing to them, rock them.
The baby/pre-school years are stupid hard, they were for me, but they are some of the sweetest years if we slow down and enjoy them. I didn't do enough of that and man, I wish I could go back and do it over.
I was the mom who wished for the next stage, the next phase. Sometimes because I knew the next phase meant more independence and an easier time for me. Sometimes because I just loved to see them accomplish something new. The one thing I regret though was not enjoying enough the phase they were in at the moment.
We played a lot, laughed a lot, did special things together just not enough.
My kids are in some difficult stages right now. Erika, so close to the tween years I can see them coming. The attitude, oh my goodness, she is like a different person. Megan, half way through her first year as a teen and all the awkwardness that middle school years bring. Torn between feeling grown, but still wanting to be a kid. Yet, even though these can be some difficult ages they are also some of the most fun; it really depends on the day maybe even the hour.
My girls are C.R.A.Z.Y!!! I love it, though. I love that they both have a sense of humor that leaves me rolling in the floor, tears of laughter streaming down my face. I love that they love to laugh. I love their amazing smiles and their wit. I love their personalities that were just blooming when they were little, but now I can see them in all their glory. When they were little Rick and I used to sit and talk about what kind of girls/women they would be. I love that we are starting to see that now.
I'm trying so hard these days to set aside my desires, the things I want to do in a day, and focus more on them. I believe my girls need to have responsibilities around the home, I believe they need to learn to cook, do laundry, clean, be responsible for their things and themselves. They are old enough for that. I am learning that there is no reason I can't do these things WITH them, along side them, making them fun. I'm also learning sometimes we can set aside the things we need to do and do some things we want to do, having fun is needed. I am still learning that it isn't just about training them up in the way they should go but also about enjoying the blessings God trusted me with while I still have the time.
Some days I want to go back and redo it, and given the chance (with what I know now) I would do it all better or at least different. Some days I just adore the life stage that we are in now. It is hard, frustrating, and sometimes heartbreaking to see choices they make and choices I make. It is also fun, amazing, life changing, and so rewarding. As hard as it can be, as disappointing as it can sometimes be, those 2 girls are the laughter in my day, they amaze me with their intelligence, they inspire me to do better.
I am in awe that God trusted me to mother these 2 amazing people. Knowing what He knew about me, the terrible choices I made in the past and the ones I would make in the future with them, He still chose me to be their mother. Some days I take it too lightly, and other days it blows me away. Today, it blows me away!
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Brave, Stupid, or Crazy?!?!?
Today started like most any day. Up early, packing lunches, making breakfast (read: cereal, banana, yogurt, fix it yourself or go hungry), answering yells of "could you throw up stairs my....",shouting out the time so people will get their butts in gear and getting my family out the door. Next is my favorite loneliest/most sad (do you believe me HA) part of the day. It is finally quiet I can do my quiet time, play around on the computer enjoy a small breakfast and plan out my day.
This week I have been especially lazy when it comes to my quiet time and last night as I was trying to sleep I realized that just like always when I don't spend time in the Word and alone time with my Jesus my attitude is horrible. Throw in not sleeping well and I was due a good spanking from my Heavenly Father for my attitude this week, and boy did I get it.
This morning as I was driving home from taking Child 1 to school I began to pour out my sins to my Father and committed to do my quiet time as soon as I got the Hubby and Child 2 out the door. I read Romans 11 and 12 this morning and realized while I had confessed some sins this a.m. God wasn't done showing me what else I needed to take care of. Romans 12:3-5, 9-16 was were I knew without a doubt I was getting reprimanded and getting that spanking I deserved. I'm not gonna tell you what I did, that is between He and I. I'm also not gonna tell you what those verses say, if you really want to know go read it, you may need it too. Hehehe.
After I had read my Bible I was in the shower and thinking through what I had read, confessing (again), praying for wisdom and strength to do the right things when I heard a loud knocking sound. You have to understand here that last year we had someone snooping around our back porch and I'm pretty sure they got scared off when they heard me coming. We also had someone last year tampering with the gas tank on our car like they were trying to steal gas. We ALSO had a home invasion in the neighborhood behind us 2 weeks ago. SO....Que the music to Psycho in my head! I am peaking around the curtains and locking the bathroom door and thinking about what I'm gonna do.
I worked out what I was going to say to the Psycho that had obviously decided to invade my home. Que the Rocky music... I was going to tell him that he was pretty stupid coming into MY house. He had no idea who he was messing with. I was going to tell him that maybe he would take my life today, but he needed to know I was a child of God and someday somewhere my Father and His mighty warriors would get him and he WOULD pay for touching one of God's children. It played out in my mind 3 ways. One way the guy decides he wants to know more about Jesus. One way the guy decides I'm the psycho and leaves. The last way, dude kills me.
I got out of the shower and got dressed because I for sure wasn't going head to head with someone in a towel! I grabbed Rick's knife and headed out to get me some stupid person.
I found out rather quickly the loud noise was my dishwasher. There were no home invaders who needed to meet my Jesus or who were going to send me to meet Him face to face.
There was only a noisy dishwasher and one stupid/crazy person standing there with a knife in her hand who most likely would NOT have told a burglar anything like what she planned out in her head, but most likely would have just screamed her fool head off!
This week I have been especially lazy when it comes to my quiet time and last night as I was trying to sleep I realized that just like always when I don't spend time in the Word and alone time with my Jesus my attitude is horrible. Throw in not sleeping well and I was due a good spanking from my Heavenly Father for my attitude this week, and boy did I get it.
This morning as I was driving home from taking Child 1 to school I began to pour out my sins to my Father and committed to do my quiet time as soon as I got the Hubby and Child 2 out the door. I read Romans 11 and 12 this morning and realized while I had confessed some sins this a.m. God wasn't done showing me what else I needed to take care of. Romans 12:3-5, 9-16 was were I knew without a doubt I was getting reprimanded and getting that spanking I deserved. I'm not gonna tell you what I did, that is between He and I. I'm also not gonna tell you what those verses say, if you really want to know go read it, you may need it too. Hehehe.
After I had read my Bible I was in the shower and thinking through what I had read, confessing (again), praying for wisdom and strength to do the right things when I heard a loud knocking sound. You have to understand here that last year we had someone snooping around our back porch and I'm pretty sure they got scared off when they heard me coming. We also had someone last year tampering with the gas tank on our car like they were trying to steal gas. We ALSO had a home invasion in the neighborhood behind us 2 weeks ago. SO....Que the music to Psycho in my head! I am peaking around the curtains and locking the bathroom door and thinking about what I'm gonna do.
I worked out what I was going to say to the Psycho that had obviously decided to invade my home. Que the Rocky music... I was going to tell him that he was pretty stupid coming into MY house. He had no idea who he was messing with. I was going to tell him that maybe he would take my life today, but he needed to know I was a child of God and someday somewhere my Father and His mighty warriors would get him and he WOULD pay for touching one of God's children. It played out in my mind 3 ways. One way the guy decides he wants to know more about Jesus. One way the guy decides I'm the psycho and leaves. The last way, dude kills me.
I got out of the shower and got dressed because I for sure wasn't going head to head with someone in a towel! I grabbed Rick's knife and headed out to get me some stupid person.
I found out rather quickly the loud noise was my dishwasher. There were no home invaders who needed to meet my Jesus or who were going to send me to meet Him face to face.
There was only a noisy dishwasher and one stupid/crazy person standing there with a knife in her hand who most likely would NOT have told a burglar anything like what she planned out in her head, but most likely would have just screamed her fool head off!
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