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So Cluttered and Messy

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Blog idea. Blog. Blog, blog, blog.
(sighs)
Maybe if I get more coffee an idea will come…and let the dog out…oh, and check Facebook again.
(stares at keyboard) (sips coffee) (checks hair in monitor reflection)
Blog. Okay.
(looks at ceiling waiting for an idea to fall from it)
Man. My kitchen is a mess. Not a little mess. It’s like—wow—it’s really really bad. Alright. I can blog about my messy kitchen.

Ever wonder how people come up with blog ideas? Well. Now you know my inspiration. You’re impressed, right?
Truth is, sometimes I really am inspired. Sometimes God gives me an idea and I hold it in my head for days developing what I’m going to write. But, there are days, like today, that there is zilch. Nada. Nothing there. So. Let’s see where God takes this—with me?

Looking around my kitchen, I’m amazed and ashamed at what I see. Let me describe the scene for you.
I’m at my table along with two Bibles, two journals, Crayola markers, a calculator, bills, business cards, and a hoodie. Nothing is neatly placed. It pretty much looks like I picked a pile of stuff up, held it over the table, and then let go.
I hesitantly allow my eyes to move a little farther out and see the trash can—full—overflowing. The dog’s bowls have been pushed out of place and his toys have joined them. Our barstools have become storage units.
The island. Let’s see…four sets of keys have found their way to the island, even though they have an antique key holder in the utility room. The business clipboard is napping there along with my husband’s wallet. Umm…a phone charger, two pair three pair of glasses and more bills—AND leftover cornbread, a bowl of apples and a phone are also taking up residence there.
Yesterday’s clean dishes did not get put away, so yesterday’s dirty dishes are in the sink. Two empty glasses are on the counter along with an empty cup AND a half empty cup that no one (me) bothered pouring out yesterday (morning).
I can see into the utility room, but I will spare you the gory details there.
Looking at it is overwhelming. I’m disappointed in myself for allowing it to get so cluttered and messy. What if someone stopped by? I wouldn’t even be able to hide it from them. But, you know what? I bet if I divide the room up and work on one spot at a time it can be cleaned up, picked up and look amazing. (My husband remodeled this kitchen a few years ago and I truly do love it).
Have you ever looked at your life and thought, “How in the world did I let my life get so messed up?” Sometimes it can seem that life is such a mess it will never get better. It’s overwhelming. It’s depressing. It’s hard to see past the current clutter and imagine things can be different.
But, the God who created you knows your original blue print. He knows what you looked like before all the “stuff” took place. And, all you have to do is say, “Jesus help me. I need you.” He will step in and start picking up the broken pieces. He’ll take out the trash and sweep up the hurt and pain. It may take a change here and change there. But, if you will allow Him to, He will make something amazing out of your life.

2 Corinthians 5:17 (ESV) Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.
Isaiah 43:19 (ESV) Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?

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Wrinkles. Eye Bags. Fat.

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I caught myself staring into nowhere as I sat outside. The breeze lifted my hair and then laid it back down. It had a slight coolness to it reminding me that another summer was coming to an end. Another. Summer. How many summers had I seen come and go? Where does time go?

My heart almost ached as I thought of the years that had gone by. My youth had slipped away, almost silently.

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http://joygurls.com/2015/09/22/wrinkles-eye-bags-fat/

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It’s Hard to Complain

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It’s hard for me to complain about the bad night’s sleep I had last night when my friend was up all night with her child who was in the hospital screaming in pain from the side-effects of his cancer treatments.

It’s hard for me to complain that I had to get up to come into work when my friend hasn’t gotten to go to bed yet.

It’s hard for me to complain about my dog waking me up in the middle of the night to potty when her child can’t sleep because he literally can’t potty.

It’s hard for me to complain that my son woke me up at midnight because he locked his keys in his truck when my friend just wants to see her child live to be a teenager.

It’s hard for me to complain that my weekend was too short when my friend just had one of the longest weekends of her life trying to comfort her little boy.

It’s hard for me to complain that my bed makes my back ache when my friend has spent the majority of this year sitting in a chair all night beside her son at the hospital.

It’s hard to complain when you realize your life is pretty wonderful and you are amazingly blessed.

Please say a prayer for Marilyn and for Cub as they fight his childhood Leukemia.

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The Puddle of Overflowing Ick

Any moms out there?

I just want to take a second to speak to you. Sometimes life is overwhelming. And, there are times when you are already at full capacity and one more thing is added to your “now I have to deal with this too?” list. You wonder how you are going to find the energy to deal with this new revelation about your child, your spouse, your family (whatever it may be).

Been there?

I have. Unfortunately, more than once!

You know what? God was not surprised! He wasn’t! So. As I step into the puddle of overflowing ick (again), I’m looking to my Father and saying, “Will You hold my hand through this? I need Your help. I’m not sure what to say or what to do. But, I know You will help me every step of the way.”

Be encouraged. 

Isaiah 41:13 (VOICE)

After all, it is I, the Eternal One your God, who has hold of your right hand, Who whispers in your ear, “Don’t be afraid. I will help you.”

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We Eat Cold Food

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I bet some of you are new moms, right? Then, there are some of you who have young children, or perhaps you are like me, and have older teens or young adults at home. Maybe your children have moved out. Perhaps you now have a grandchild living with you. Regardless, we all have a common bond.

We eat cold food.

Right?

Someone asked me once if I needed to reheat my food because it had gotten cold while I took care of something. My reply? “Nah. That’s okay. I’m used to cold food. I’m a mom.”

Can you relate? I know you can. The children always take priority. They decide they need to nurse or need their bottle just as you sit to eat. Or, they decide dinner time is potty time. Maybe a homework emergency or clothing emergency takes place at the same time your plate hits the table.

Hey, who needs warm food anyway? It’s over-rated. I mean, you have to blow on it which takes extra effort. And, you know, eating alone at the table because everyone else is done and off to next thing—well, it’s peaceful, right?

Or lonely. Yah. It can be lonely. It’s frustrating. Who am I kidding? I would love to have a warm, even hot, meal. I’d love to relax while I eat and enjoy a laugh or two.

When we are young we fantasize about getting married and having a baby. We dream about the love affair we will have with our children. I remember visualizing making cookies together and singing songs together. What did I get? Cold food.

Children are a blessing. But, they are hard work. We have to pour ourselves into them. They may show us gratefulness. But, then again, they may just spit up on us. Our job is difficult. Our job is endless. Our job is often thankless. Our job is–the greatest job on the planet.

So, enjoy those cold mashed potatoes. They mean you area a Mommy.

Psalm 127:3 Version (NIV) Children are a heritage from the LORD, offspring a reward from him.

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Motherhood, Cuddles and the Three P’s

I am the mom of a 20 year old and a 16 year old.

I’ve been known to walk down my hallway, looking at pictures of my little boys, while tearing up at the innocent little faces staring back at me. My mind goes back to all of the snuggles and cuddles…the years when I was their everything.

*Sigh* Oh, how I wish those days were still here.

Or. Do. I.

As I mentioned before, about six weeks ago my husband came home with a puppy. So. I am a mommy again, so-to-speak. And now things are coming back to me from years gone by.

You see, Echo comes to get me at 3:30 most mornings to potty. Did you get that? He comes to me. Always. He comes to my side of the bed, whimpers, and I dutifully get up and take him out. Then around 5:00 a.m. we do the same thing. It seems I remember my boys doing the this as well. They never came into the bedroom, walked to their dad’s side of the bed and told him what they needed. No. They came to me. Always.

Ah…it’s all coming back to me now. Motherhood…

Two nights in a row, the puppy threw up. Beside me. Me.  Oh yes, I remember the nights of cleaning up puke at 1:00 a.m. while my husband slept. Hmmm… Motherhood.

The other morning before daylight, Echo just needed someone. So, he got me. I shuffled into the living room trying not to open my eyes too widely so I could go back to sleep. I curled up on the couch. He jumped up beside me, placed his nose on my cheek and fell asleep with his puppy breath in my face.

How many nights was I called out of my sleep by, “Mommy?” coming from the other room? I would make my way, bleary-eyed, into the room and lay down beside my baby…as his sweet-stinky breath filtered into my nose.

Yah. It’s all coming back to me. I miss their cuddles. I miss their snuggles. I miss being their Wonder Woman. But, I have to say, I don’t miss the late nights…the three P’s (puke, pee and poop). I am ready to enjoy the new phase of life we are headed into…adulthood.

I love the men my boys are becoming.

I’ll wait for the sweet cuddles and snuggles of grand-sweeties…(It will be years, but I will wait). I’ll let their parents deal with the three P’s in the middle of the night. Bwahahaha.

In the meantime, it looks like Echo will keep me in practice.

Remember to enjoy every phase of your life. Each one comes with so many blessings. Make wonderful memories…they are treasures.

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Mom is Wonder Woman

I’m a child of the 1970’s. One of my favorite shows was Wonder Woman with Lynda Carter. Ah. I loved that show! I knew exactly when it would come on. I waited anxiously in my gymnastics leotard and my robe. I had to have the robe. When the music would come on indicating she was about to turn into Wonder Woman I would twirl in circles, throwing the cape off and emerging in my fantastic costume! At that point, I was ready to conquer the world! There was nothing I could not do in that costume!

About 15 years later I became a mom. Quickly I realized that I was going to have to be a real life wonder woman…whether I wanted to or not! First, giving birth alone is supernatural. I know that millions of women have done it for thousands of years. But, the entire process of pregnancy to birth is amazing! Body parts stretch in ways that should not be possible. One person becomes two (or three or more). Giving birth…well…let’s just say the pain of that was something out of this world. I actually got a crush on my anesthesiologist. Never had any man done something so marvelous for me…he took all of my suffering away. (later my husband informed me that the man was nothing to look at…but to this day, I argue that point.)

I won’t go into the details of the birth. Women: you KNOW. It doesn’t have to be described. But when they put that baby in my arms…well…honestly, I just didn’t know what to do with him. I looked at him and he looked back up at me with puffy glazed-over eyes and I thought, “Who are you and what I am supposed to do with you?”  I didn’t feel that instant connection that people talk about. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone, numb from my waist down, holding an alien. (I’m not saying he wasn’t adorable. He was. It just felt like an out-of-body-experience to me.)

After two agonizing days in the hospital (I slept about three hours total and was swollen the size of a golf ball in places that should never be swollen) we finally got to go home. …OH, did I remember to tell you about the nurse putting him in my arms in the middle of the night as my husband slept in the bed next to me? No? She walked out and as I tried to scoot myself up without rupturing the “golf ball”, he slipped out of my arms, rolled down my legs and landed on my ankles. Luckily, they had him wrapped tightly, so he rolled like a rolling-pin, never coming loose. I started bawling. I knew it was a lost cause. I was a terrible mom; already!… That night, my in-laws came to visit. When the door bell rang, I was in the bathtub soaking. I heard my husband invite them in and I started crying. CRYING! Why was I crying? He came to the bathroom and told me they had come to visit. I informed him that I was in no way prepared to have company and I could not come out and visit! I cried the entire time they were there.

My son and I did bond quickly. He learned to sleep at night: he learned that if he slept only three hours and not all at one time, he would get to rock in Mommy’s arms the rest of the time. We spent many hours rocking. This went on for about ten months. But, I was beginning to realize that I was still Wonder Woman. I could function on three hours of sleep a night for months at a time. I could still do my job, cook meals, clean house AND take care of a baby. (Before you get upset with my husband, he worked the night shift, so he couldn’t help me. He stepped in on the week-ends.) Now. I did all my Wonder Woman feats very well. However, I looked pretty bad…kind of a young Phyllis Diller without the smile. I was so exhausted. I remember feeling like a black cloud hovered over me at all times. But, I was doing it and I was in love with that little boy!

By this time, I was learning new Wonder Woman powers! I could cook with a baby on my hip. I could put dishes in the dishwasher with a baby on my hip. When I needed to go to the bathroom, that could be done with a baby on my lap! The real power was when I took a shower AND shaved my legs with a baby on my hip! Yes, this child was attached to me…a real momma’s boy! You see, to him I was Wonder Woman. I could do everything! I cuddled him and fed him. I took care of him when he was sick and played with him when he was well. I stayed up with him when he couldn’t sleep and laid down with him until he fell asleep. I dressed him, bathed him, tickled him, hugged him and kissed him. I had super-duper powers.

Moms, you are Wonder Woman. Those little ones, they need you and they think you are incredible! When you feel like you can’t go on, you CAN. The day will come when they will think you are weird or stupid. But, then, when they become married and have kiddos of their own, guess what? Yep! You are Wonder Woman again!

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No Amount of Make-Up

Today is one of those days. No amount of make-up is going to cover the lack of sleep from last night.

I applied my foundation. Hmmm. I look a little cleaner, but, wow, those dark circles are something! Next I went for the concealer. Four or five layers later the bags and circles are a little less noticeable. They are still there, however, telling everyone, “Hey, Lisa did not sleep enough last night!”

Next plan: the glasses. Yes, I need them to see. Glasses can also be a great camouflage for dark circles and bags. And, they can make you look smart! Bonus!

Alas, no amount of make is going to make me look bright and cheery and alert.  No, sleep would have done that. The glasses help, but the eyes still tell my story. I did not sleep.

I stayed up way too late. I knew it was too late. But, I had things that needed to be done! I had to exercise, read a book, have a book discussion, talk to my friends, cook dinner, eat dinner, clean-up dinner, pack lunches, talk to my friends again, read another book, check Twitter, Pinterest, Facebook, and  the house needed some picking up. So, sleep was what I needed, but everything else seemed more important at the time.

Where am I going with this? I’m glad you asked! You see, sleep is like time with God! We all need it! But, somehow, everything else just seems more important at the time. We have so many things to do, that God gets pushed to the bottom of the list. And, we realize it in time because we can tell by our ugly attitudes, our bitterness, and our discontent. We might try to cover these things up with a fake smile here, a laugh there, or maybe quote a scripture for the day. But, nothing can really cover it up. We still know in our hearts what we are missing and people can see that we aren’t getting what we need.

So, instead of trying to cover up what we are missing, why don’t we try doing the things we know we need? Let’s do some reorganizing of our priorities and see what happens!

(A side note to ease your fears. I WILL continue to wear make-up even when I get enough sleep… I just won’t have as much to cover.)

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