Time flies. It used to only fly when you’re having fun but lately, it just flies no matter what. It is like everything is picking up its pace. All except one thing… the stillness of the nature God made when I am out in the country. I have been longing to be out in the country. I have wanted to be still with the Lord amidst His creation, feel His breath on me, just hang out and listen. I have wanted to talk less and liste more. I have wanted to just enjoy His creation, enjoy my kids, enjoy moments and remember them. And I pause. I schedule pauses. I embrace them instead of packing something else in. Ad I noticed that this practice causes me to be much more effective and efficient when doing my may tasks I still have to do. I am a better person. I am at peace, relaxed, joyful and content. I take things in stride as they come instead of forcing things. Inly eternal things matter and being still in God’s creation reminds me of that. Beautiful!😄❤
So, we are all still so grateful that God answered prayer and flicked Hurricane Dorian out to sea instead of bringing it to us as they originally thought and told us. And my gratefulness to God (and our two days off due to said storm prediction God changed) cased me to want to fix up tell hallway to the bathroom kids’ rooms. This hadn’t been loved on since we moved in and I initially painted it. So, I removed the n popcorn from the ceiling and painted it white, painted the trim (door frames and baseboards) white, and am building an art project with my daughter to hang up that will brighten the space and clean it up. And now it is a bright, clean, cheerful hallway rather than a junky, creepy one. And all this was from renewed energy stemming from my gratefulness to God for not giving us another hurricane.
And I realized that gratefulness promotes good stewardship of what God blessed us with. When we are grateful for what God has given us we want to take care of those treasures and blessings. It is a beautiful thing.❤
Being a middle-aged (what an ugly word!) woman, who is a Christian, a doctor, a mother, a wife, a pianist, a singer/songwriter, band leader/manager, an artist and a teacher, among other things, I am qualified to speak of “feminism”. In addition, my mom is a pre-modern feminist. She, like most Pre-Modern feminists, believed a woman had rights, like the right to vote, work, hold office, go to school for any profession, manage money, etc. I think most people who support the dignity of human life believe these rights are intrinsically valuable for all people no matter what gender or heritage. Jesus Christ held every person as equal and our country in law has done so since its infancy, despite the upholding of those rights as more recent an event. But I digress.
This new modern feminism, however, is much different. It has mutated from God-given equality to a prideful sort of superiority that rather disgusts rather than insights respect. It has become a right to kill your own baby in your protected womb, the right to put good men down, the right to get a job before a man does just because of gender and not merit, a rage at anything resembling housewives, even if it is theirchoice, etc. It is unnatural and divisive, a tool of the enemy.
We need to get back to swing the pendulum back to a normalcy, a picture of the value of women in the home to manage and nurture, to carry and raise children as designed, to encourage and support our husbands and parents, to foster love and peace in the home, to work at what we do with care and emphasis on improvement.
We are all responsible for the roles God gave us in His wisdom and love. And we will answer to Him how well we performed them. 😄❤
Now, since my Daddy died two years ago, I have not.been able to help but cry if someone is crying- real life or on tv/movies. It is just a new thing now where I can empathize with people’s heartache. That is honestly new to me since these last two years. I felt the deepest pain of my life and I now feel other people’s pain. Even if I had felt it before I never cried. I can probably count on one hand how many times I cried growing up. Just not a crier before. So it is a new thing when I see other’s heartache.
Now, for me, I do not cry, not since I came out of the sobbing wet depression a year ago. After Daddy died, I cried for a year straight about and was depressed and really selfish. I know I had a family to look after and did so mechanically but wounded my children in the process and am still rebuilding that. But selfishly, I was stuck for a year in rich grief. Grief n is normal but letting it take over my life was selfish of me, in my case.
Since I snapped out of the depression with God’s help, I have worked hard on rebuilding (God’s specialty) and have only cried since then when I have seen someone cry, but not for me, just for them and their sake and pain, to help. I get it. I understand their pain. I lived it.
I believe sometimes for other people, you can help them more.by crying with them than any amount of advice or well wishes. But as far as we go, we focus on the wrong thing personally when crying. God comforts those who mourn but also rewards those who obey. Now hear me in love… Awfully hard to serve God and others when constantly thinking of what we lost. We do better at our eternal work when we are grateful for what we have left. Re-read that and you will be glad you did. Prayer and pleasing God in obedience is the option. 😄❤
So, yesterday when we woke up, we had plans. Instead of those, we get a water stain on the ceiling and have to climb up in the hot, Florida attic to investigate and bring down all the Christmas decorations to see better, discovering the AC guys who were here doctoring our dying air handler screwed up and now we have to replace drywall and the air handler now. Yippee. I also had to shop vac the drains and air handler catch basin, full of sludge and rusty goo. Then we had to retape the roof gutter filters that had the tape had fallen off of. Then I had to water the garden and flowers because we are in a dry spell and it is hot as molasses and the plants were starting to suffer. Then we met the kids’ friends at the skating rink and my skates were not delivered before we left as the tracking indicated so I could not skate. And it was one thing after another. I did dishes, was yelled at, and worked though my husband’s frustration and anger issues, so I am in charge of much of running the entire household sometimes.
The day left me tired but unmoved. I found time to pray and read my Bible, I did my job. Whatever came up, I was thankful And handled it. I did it. How? God helped me. When we do what He asks, He answers prayer and helps. I do not live by my strength, expecting an easy ride, demanding my rights, even if they are wrongfully kept from me. I freely operate my right to be above it all, seated already in the heavenlies as the Bible says we are when we are saved by Jesus Christ. I am always free to pray, always free to love and use the fruits of God’s Spirit, always free to obey humbly and do the right thing. He is faithful and worthy! Praise God!❤
Busy used to live here. Our schedule was full to the max. That was my fault, I bought the “busy” for myself and my family. And I discovered that although we were constantly doing things alongside each other, we were lacking quality time to really just learn each other and correct false beliefs before they become stumbling blocks. For that invaluable experience, we need to stop buying “busy” and decide to necessitate white spaces on our calendar. I started this recently. Instead of that outing option, we vied for staying in for a board game of Life with popcorn. So much fun and much more discovery involved and some social corrections made. This was fantastic. Enjoying each other is fantastic but we parents can never forget we are also responsible to God for instruction. So we need to seize opportunities to do both. And this is the new balance and consequently my/our new laid back groove. When “busy” comes knocking, I no longer jump to buy. I recommend this mindset with your kids. It is great!😄❤
May was by far the busiest season of my life. We had baseball, my work picking up, homeschool, babysitting grandbaby, looking after mom, housework, renovating, new car hunt and purchase, garden planting and maintenance, church, and a host of other odds and ends and visits and sleepovers and art classes and wow, it exhausts me thinking about it!
But all through it, I have learned the art and mystical beauty of drawing closer and depending humbly on God and not trying to do everything myself. And I am still here, all are doing well, we made it. And I feel we are so very blessed! Not because I muscled through but the opposite. I put it into thr hands of my very capable God who loves me and I love deeply. The more humble I am, the more He blesses us. What an amazing God we serve! 😄 ❤ ❤ ❤