Monday morning as I walked into the dim kitchen and picked up the dented coffee pot I chuckled. It is still in the same condition it was when it came out of the POD exactly 6 years ago to the day.
We moved here on faith. Literally. When people have asked for the past 6 years why we moved to Austin I've usually said, "I don't know, God told us to." Now I know.
We moved because God told us to, but the truth is we weren't so convinced...for a very long time. We uprooted everything we'd built as a young couple trying to seek God's will for our life, build deep relationships and start a family.
We knew exactly 4 people in Austin when we moved. We didn't have jobs. We didn't have a house. But we had a church and despite the turmoil we stuck there and grew new roots. (I'll get back to that!)
When God told us to move here we'd been in our {NEW!} home outside of Nashville for exactly 2 years. We'd been married 4 years and were ready to have a baby. We put our house on the slow market and it sold by owner in 3 weeks. We found out a couple weeks later to our surprise I was pregnant. I say surprise because we'd tried and prayed for a while and then decided (WE) should wait. {Haha. As if we're in control.} We came here to visit for a weekend, picked a house (on complete faith or stupidity- one or the other) and didn't get jobs. We went back, loaded all our stuff in a POD (or I should say a SAM - I don't think they're in business anymore- and there's a reason!!!), we stayed with friends for a couple months and then it was time. We moved.
Until recently with friends I haven't admitted how hard the first couple years here were. We loved Austin, we were closer to family which we wanted, we had a sweet new baby boy soon after which was amazing, but I had all the hormones and emotions to go with that and no one near that I was close to. And things were tough. It took a long time to get jobs. I worked horrible hours at starbucks during the in between and before & after pregnancy. The so called "Live Music Capital of the World" was surprisingly hard for Daniel to find a good job. And we questioned God a lot along the way, asking where that "traction" was we were looking for to grasp onto and start thriving in.
And really I can't say exactly when things got better. There was a good period when we considered giving up. Going back or going to Dallas. But we didn't feel like God was done with us here. And he definitely wasn't. We dug into our church because we knew God had called us there despite the loneliness we felt. We dug into our community and I met the most amazing group of MOMS that helped me as I was pregnant with a second much sooner than expected.
And things didn't get easier over night. But over time God planted us. He helped us sprout roots and prepared us just in time for the storm. I recently saw the quote:
Storms make trees take deeper roots.
I did a little investigating to see if that was true. Here's what I found:
A lot of rain will saturate the ground to a greater depth, and the roots will no doubt go down deeper to get the water. One storm won't make much difference, because roots don't grow fast enough, but a series of storms will. It has been found that wind stress from repeated storms causes the trunks of trees to increase the speed of growth in the outer layers, making them thicker faster. If they get thicker, they will probably grow more and deeper roots.
So here we are, exactly 6 years later, not a lifetime, but somedays this year it kinda feels like it. But I couldn't feel more rooted & planted. I couldn't want more to be exactly where we are.
We put our house on the market 3 weeks ago because we felt like we should. We realized we could surprisingly make enough right now and be able move forward. We didn't have to move, but the thought of a fresh start right now sounded overwhelmingly comforting & appealing. Sometimes all the paint in the world can't change the walls around you.
I like to frequently remind God that we did our "Blind Faith Move" and we don't need to do that again. Well, here we are. Our house closes in less than a month. And we have no idea which house is waiting for us. (But don't worry Austin, you've won hearts, you're stuck with us now!)
So here I am, holding my dented coffee pot... reminding me of God's faithfulness.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Friday, August 30, 2013
Embrace your shadow
This is the last day of the first week of Kindergarten. Can I get a "What What" from all the new Kinder moms!?!?
I feel like I'm crawling across a hurdle at the finish line, dreaming of pizza and a movie at home tonight, staying in my bed till at least 7am, and letting Daniel make pancakes in the morning.
Will this schedule ever feel normal?!?!
I. am. not. a. morning. person. I am a night owl. I work at night, I'm creative at night, I get things done at night; I stay up late. I watch Jimmy Fallon for crying out loud. I'm only 30! (ahh hmm, ok 32.)
I questioned a fellow walking mom (or should I say trench-mate?!) this morning on the way at exactly 7:36am. She had a child a couple years older and looked like maybe a little more wisdom than I, so I said, "Does this ever get easier?!?" She turned to me and I saw her tired eyes, frazzled hair and just-rolled-out-of-bed wrinkled sweat shorts. (To be fair, I looked the same... I just had a baseball hat & big sunnies on!) "No," she replied. "It doesn't." Then scrambling for hope I said, "Well, does the pick-up line at least get better in the afternoon?" And even more assertively she looked me in the eyes and replied, "No! It does not."
She walked on ahead of us and I saw her hug & squeeze her sweet daughter, telling her to have a good day and it seemed like nothing she'd said moments before really mattered. We entered the school, I followed Ryder to his class (although he says he's got it now and doesn't need me to walk him to his room). I watched him put his stuff in his locker and Paisley and I headed home.
On the way back she begged to stop at the playground and I begged to go home and drink more coffee. We walked hand in hand looking at our shadows again as we've done the past few days.
I was staring at my shadow, in my head criticizing the size and shape of my hips, thinking about spin class in a few hours when Paisley broke the silence with, "I don't want my shadow! I want yours! It's bigger!" I laughed at the irony of the moment.
I wanted a slimmer shadow and she wanted a bigger one.
Without thinking I said, "Well you can't change your shadow. It's exactly who you are and where you are standing in the sun right now."
It's true. I remember being little and wanting to be older & bigger. I remember being in high school and dreaming of college. I remember being in college and wanting it to be done. I remember being young married and wanting to be a mommy. Now we reminisce of the days before kids when we didn't have bags under our eyes and could eat dinner at 9pm if we wanted. As we crawled into bed the other night Daniel said something to the effect of how we USED to be cool... "hey there were days when we would just be heading out for the night at this time..."
What I wanted to say to Paisley (and to myself) this morning was, "Embrace your shadow sister!"
Not just your size (I won't go into one of those blogs... Women, your daughters do not need to hear you criticize your body... just search pinterest for a blog on that! LOL. Not my topic.)
But where you are in life. I don't wanna wish away these day of Kindergarten. The other night I said something like, "another day down... 18 more years to go..." But I regretted the words the moment they left my mouth. They seemed so hostile and ungrateful in light of the past year.
As much as it pains me to mess with 'my' schedule. I yearn to have the strength to embrace my shadow. It's not my past, and not my future. But it's exactly where the sun is shinning right now.
I wanna be all there. Even if it is at 5:45 in the morning with a little boy that's "too excited about school" that he just can't sleep.
I feel like I'm crawling across a hurdle at the finish line, dreaming of pizza and a movie at home tonight, staying in my bed till at least 7am, and letting Daniel make pancakes in the morning.
Will this schedule ever feel normal?!?!
I. am. not. a. morning. person. I am a night owl. I work at night, I'm creative at night, I get things done at night; I stay up late. I watch Jimmy Fallon for crying out loud. I'm only 30! (ahh hmm, ok 32.)
I questioned a fellow walking mom (or should I say trench-mate?!) this morning on the way at exactly 7:36am. She had a child a couple years older and looked like maybe a little more wisdom than I, so I said, "Does this ever get easier?!?" She turned to me and I saw her tired eyes, frazzled hair and just-rolled-out-of-bed wrinkled sweat shorts. (To be fair, I looked the same... I just had a baseball hat & big sunnies on!) "No," she replied. "It doesn't." Then scrambling for hope I said, "Well, does the pick-up line at least get better in the afternoon?" And even more assertively she looked me in the eyes and replied, "No! It does not."
She walked on ahead of us and I saw her hug & squeeze her sweet daughter, telling her to have a good day and it seemed like nothing she'd said moments before really mattered. We entered the school, I followed Ryder to his class (although he says he's got it now and doesn't need me to walk him to his room). I watched him put his stuff in his locker and Paisley and I headed home.
On the way back she begged to stop at the playground and I begged to go home and drink more coffee. We walked hand in hand looking at our shadows again as we've done the past few days.
I was staring at my shadow, in my head criticizing the size and shape of my hips, thinking about spin class in a few hours when Paisley broke the silence with, "I don't want my shadow! I want yours! It's bigger!" I laughed at the irony of the moment.
I wanted a slimmer shadow and she wanted a bigger one.
Without thinking I said, "Well you can't change your shadow. It's exactly who you are and where you are standing in the sun right now."
It's true. I remember being little and wanting to be older & bigger. I remember being in high school and dreaming of college. I remember being in college and wanting it to be done. I remember being young married and wanting to be a mommy. Now we reminisce of the days before kids when we didn't have bags under our eyes and could eat dinner at 9pm if we wanted. As we crawled into bed the other night Daniel said something to the effect of how we USED to be cool... "hey there were days when we would just be heading out for the night at this time..."
What I wanted to say to Paisley (and to myself) this morning was, "Embrace your shadow sister!"
Not just your size (I won't go into one of those blogs... Women, your daughters do not need to hear you criticize your body... just search pinterest for a blog on that! LOL. Not my topic.)
But where you are in life. I don't wanna wish away these day of Kindergarten. The other night I said something like, "another day down... 18 more years to go..." But I regretted the words the moment they left my mouth. They seemed so hostile and ungrateful in light of the past year.
As much as it pains me to mess with 'my' schedule. I yearn to have the strength to embrace my shadow. It's not my past, and not my future. But it's exactly where the sun is shinning right now.
I wanna be all there. Even if it is at 5:45 in the morning with a little boy that's "too excited about school" that he just can't sleep.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Celebrating G
Thank you so much for all the love, support & sweet words over the past week. We had a good last week celebrating Gibson. It was exactly what we needed.
Wednesday we awoke to celebrate the day. My dad was here to be with us and the kids and I had some errands to run, a friend from church came and gave me an amazing massage (!) and we made cupcakes for the night.
Wednesday night we celebrated with friends who put together a lovely dinner. I wanted us to be with friends and knew our family wouldn't be able to make it to the mid-week get together. And like I said in the last blog I wanted us to really celebrate the year that G changed our lives. We wanted to be together with some of the friends who've really helped carry us through the last year. At one point in the night Daniel thanked everyone and said something I couldn't put into words... He said how we know as Christians and as the church we are to be the "hands & feet" of Christ, and just how much we'd learned and experienced that through those around us this year. How we've learned what that truly meant.
That is what we celebrated.
On the patio at sunset- with lots of friends {even more kids than adults running around!} & lots of food. We celebrated that with music, tears, words of encouragement, hope, strength & love.
{God's Grace}
Before we headed out for the night we gave the kids a little gift. I ordered these sweet little key necklaces from an etsy shop. They were so cute about them and Ryder's insisted on wearing his almost every day since.
After dinner we headed out to release lanterns. The kids were SO looking forward to it (and I was too)... Well, a windy Texas night and huge flames... and maybe the not so perfect suburbia location did not bode well for the lantern release! After a joint effort try we decided that was not the wise choice to release them there and then.
Carrie wrote these sweet words about the night. And I stole her pics below...
Ryder cried & cried. But we told him we'd do it another time and place. When we got home Daddy came to the rescue with some (old leftover!) sparklers! :)
It was a good night.
We went to bed with hearts {again} full of gratitude in the midst of what could have been a horribly painful day. So thank you all.
Saturday was Race day!!! :)
I talked about the 5k and the meaning in the last blog - so I figured I better have proof!
It was HOT and crazy with color! We had to take some breathers from the heat & walk a bit, but we did it. So proud to have these girls with me every step of the way. Was so amazing to see "Team Gibson" running in front of me and hear people yell "Go team Gibson," behind me!
Getting ready to go...
Matthew & Warren joined Team Gibson too! ;)
And we're off!
The AFTER!
My biggest fan ;)
My littlest fans... they were not exactly happy at this point. Hot & over it! haha.
The group.
The girls!!!
Christy, Kristin E., Me, Ashley, Kristin L.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
One Year
Today we will celebrate The Year That Gibson Changed Our Lives.
A year ago today was the most terrifying and yet one of the most joyous days of our lives.
As we welcomed Gibson into a world that wasn't quite ready for him we chose joy because of the crazy treacherous waters we'd walked through to get there. At that moment the sight of his tiny sweet face was beyond anything we'd ever experienced before.
And we were hopeful yet fearful of the days to come.
This week has been a milestone I've both dreaded and looked forward to. It's the pain of remembering each detail and the hurt of my heart longing for that sweet one year old baby boy... meanwhile the peace we find in crossing the finish line with this year behind us.
Nothing will change in a day, but it is another step in the walk of healing.
I hate to run. I've hated to run since the first time in 5th grade I was forced to run around the asphalt track at florence black elementary. Then to the beginning of tennis in 8th grade when coach sutton made me run the white lines of the court... it just got worse.
In January I started running. Confession: I would go in the cold, dark cardio theater at the Y and run and ball my eyes out. One because it hurt; two because it was healing me. For something I'd always hated, I had a strange determination to conquer it, and it was somehow oddly therapeutic. Like painting... but that's a whole other chapter of my book! ;)
When I started running my c-section area still hurt. With every step I could feel the pain of that precious child I bore; that sweet baby boy that was missing from my womb & my life. But somehow as the pain subsided in running, the daily walk through grief grew easier as well.
Saturday I will {try to!} run my first 5k - something I swore I'd never do. I've always held to the opinion that running a 'race' was about the dumbest thing a person could willfully do. I go by the ecard that says, "if you see me running you better call the cops..."
But I'm doing this 5k this weekend because it was part of my healing. It was something to work toward... and conquer. Something to do with friends on the milestone week of G's birthday- friends who've helped me conquer a lot of things I didn't think I could face this year.
But I did. We did.
Gibson taught us so much about what we could conquer and walk through. Before the moment he arrived, through the tender moments of the 108 days we had with him, and the many days we've walked through since- about ourselves, each other, those around us and most importantly about God.
Some days I find myself falling into the trap of guilt, of questions, of "what ifs." But really I wouldn't trade what we went through this year. As painful as much of it was, it was a journey God had for us and it's made us all a little bit more of who He intended us to be.
How one little baby & his less than 4 month on earth could change a lifetime of 'us' is beyond me, but that's how God's love works. It's not a measure of time. I mentioned to someone last week that we were anticipating the milestone of Gibson's Birthday and they very calmly said, "A life is not really truly measured by the time lived."
HAPPY BIRTHDAY sweet boy. I hope you are having a GLORIOUS heavenly birthday. A party beyond anything this party-planning momma could imagine.
We love you with all our hearts.
A year ago today was the most terrifying and yet one of the most joyous days of our lives.
As we welcomed Gibson into a world that wasn't quite ready for him we chose joy because of the crazy treacherous waters we'd walked through to get there. At that moment the sight of his tiny sweet face was beyond anything we'd ever experienced before.
And we were hopeful yet fearful of the days to come.
This week has been a milestone I've both dreaded and looked forward to. It's the pain of remembering each detail and the hurt of my heart longing for that sweet one year old baby boy... meanwhile the peace we find in crossing the finish line with this year behind us.
Nothing will change in a day, but it is another step in the walk of healing.
I hate to run. I've hated to run since the first time in 5th grade I was forced to run around the asphalt track at florence black elementary. Then to the beginning of tennis in 8th grade when coach sutton made me run the white lines of the court... it just got worse.
In January I started running. Confession: I would go in the cold, dark cardio theater at the Y and run and ball my eyes out. One because it hurt; two because it was healing me. For something I'd always hated, I had a strange determination to conquer it, and it was somehow oddly therapeutic. Like painting... but that's a whole other chapter of my book! ;)
When I started running my c-section area still hurt. With every step I could feel the pain of that precious child I bore; that sweet baby boy that was missing from my womb & my life. But somehow as the pain subsided in running, the daily walk through grief grew easier as well.
Saturday I will {try to!} run my first 5k - something I swore I'd never do. I've always held to the opinion that running a 'race' was about the dumbest thing a person could willfully do. I go by the ecard that says, "if you see me running you better call the cops..."
But I'm doing this 5k this weekend because it was part of my healing. It was something to work toward... and conquer. Something to do with friends on the milestone week of G's birthday- friends who've helped me conquer a lot of things I didn't think I could face this year.
But I did. We did.
Gibson taught us so much about what we could conquer and walk through. Before the moment he arrived, through the tender moments of the 108 days we had with him, and the many days we've walked through since- about ourselves, each other, those around us and most importantly about God.
Some days I find myself falling into the trap of guilt, of questions, of "what ifs." But really I wouldn't trade what we went through this year. As painful as much of it was, it was a journey God had for us and it's made us all a little bit more of who He intended us to be.
As I wrote one of those sentences in the first paragraph today I realized it's even more true now: We choose JOY because of the treacherous waters we've walked through to get here. We STILL choose thankfulness because we really truly are thankful for the year God has given us and carried us through. And for all the people he's placed next to us to pick us up when we couldn't (or didn't want to) keep going.
How one little baby & his less than 4 month on earth could change a lifetime of 'us' is beyond me, but that's how God's love works. It's not a measure of time. I mentioned to someone last week that we were anticipating the milestone of Gibson's Birthday and they very calmly said, "A life is not really truly measured by the time lived."
HAPPY BIRTHDAY sweet boy. I hope you are having a GLORIOUS heavenly birthday. A party beyond anything this party-planning momma could imagine.
We love you with all our hearts.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
10 years!
10 Years ago today I married my love.
We were young and starry eyed, having no grasp of what was to come.
But I wouldn't change a thing.
I remember the first moment I saw him walk into the choir room and into my life. I had no idea at that moment the journey ahead of us... I definitely didn't think I'd marry that kid!
Life has thrown us for some loops but we've clung to each other and most importantly to God and made it thus far.
5,334 days together
3 Houses
1 cross country blind faith move
16 jobs
3 beautiful kids
1 great loss
100's of fights
Just as many make ups
A LOT of faith
Many many joyous days
I wrote this song for some friends before Daniel & I got married & we've sung it in several weddings since. It could not be more true for our love and our life now...
In a glance I saw you, in a heartbeat you moved me
From my doubts, my fears & uncertainties
To a comfort beyond compare
You have taken my heart there
And from that first moment I knew...
I knew it was you when I saw your face
I knew it was you when I felt your embrace
I knew it was you when you said always
Oh oh, I knew, I knew it was you.
You have shaped my world
To what I dreamt it would be
You have shown me love unconditionally
From this day on
In your arms I'll forever be
Cause from that first moment I knew...
I knew it was you when I saw your face
I knew it was you when I felt your embrace
I knew it was you when you said always
Oh oh, I knew, I knew it was you.
And I can't promise I'll make all your dreams come
But I promise I will be there for you
And I can't promise I'll always know what's best for you,
But I know I know this much is true...
I knew it was you when I saw your face
I knew it was you when I felt your embrace
I knew it was you when you said always
Oh oh, I knew, I knew it was you.
I've loved you more every single day for 10 years.
Many, many more to come...
Sunday, June 16, 2013
A loving Father
This morning at the end of worship Pastor Morgan prayed for a couple and he said to the lady that she was missing a "nearness" with God. That she felt distant from God because of the actions and model set before her by her own earthly father. As I listened and watch this woman begin to weep it hit me like a flood on this Father's Day why I so easily trust my God. Why I so freely take Him at His word.
So many women have deep rooted trust issues with God because they've not seen that in their Daddy. They've not seen him come through again & again for them.
I trust because I've seen that in a father. I've had the best example of a loving father a girl could ever dream of. A father who has loved me through thick & thin. Been my biggest hero & my biggest encourager. My biggest fan & strengthening challenger. My loving rebuker yet standing with arms of grace. Grace... Underserved & unearned.
My trust in my gracious heavenly Father this turbulent, stormy year came so naturally because I had that modeled in my earthly father from as early as I can remember. And he's never stopped.
My daddy's love never gives up on me. How much more does the heavenly Father love us and pour out his blessings on us? (Matthew 7)
We went on to sing the words to My Chains Are Gone, "The Lord has promised good to me. His word my hope secures. He will my shield & fortress be as long as life endures..." I reflected on singing those very words at my Papaw's funeral with my daddy a few short years ago. Little did I know on this Father's day several years later he may be singing with my baby boy.
The other day in the store Ryder asked about his other great grandfathers. I reminded him Grandaddy, Papaw and Papa were in heaven. He smiled and asked how we could get them a Father's Day card. :) After a few minutes he relented that being with Gibson would be a good Father's Day for them.
Yes it would.
So many women have deep rooted trust issues with God because they've not seen that in their Daddy. They've not seen him come through again & again for them.
I trust because I've seen that in a father. I've had the best example of a loving father a girl could ever dream of. A father who has loved me through thick & thin. Been my biggest hero & my biggest encourager. My biggest fan & strengthening challenger. My loving rebuker yet standing with arms of grace. Grace... Underserved & unearned.
My trust in my gracious heavenly Father this turbulent, stormy year came so naturally because I had that modeled in my earthly father from as early as I can remember. And he's never stopped.
My daddy's love never gives up on me. How much more does the heavenly Father love us and pour out his blessings on us? (Matthew 7)
We went on to sing the words to My Chains Are Gone, "The Lord has promised good to me. His word my hope secures. He will my shield & fortress be as long as life endures..." I reflected on singing those very words at my Papaw's funeral with my daddy a few short years ago. Little did I know on this Father's day several years later he may be singing with my baby boy.
The other day in the store Ryder asked about his other great grandfathers. I reminded him Grandaddy, Papaw and Papa were in heaven. He smiled and asked how we could get them a Father's Day card. :) After a few minutes he relented that being with Gibson would be a good Father's Day for them.
Yes it would.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Get IN the party.
What did we do all weekend?!? That is the question as I survey my house on Monday mornings. Our weekends seem to be a blur of a mess after all that. There are piles & piles of laundry & dishes all around and the kids are asking to go to the pool because it's now summer and that's what they expect everyday I guess. We had a weekend of nothing and everything. There was nothing really ON our calendar but I think those are the weekends that fill my needy heart the most. After a long church day, staying up unexpectedly last night talking with girlfriends till the wee hours of the morning left me a sleepy momma this morning, but it also made me a happy one. Because in the midst of the chaos around me this morning I'm better off. I'm better because of those around me who help me to grow, encourage me to step out in what I'm walking through and challenge me to see the important things IN life.
I've been hard on myself lately because as I try to grow my business I just don't have time to blog ABOUT the parties I do because I'm usually working on the next one. And I know that's really the way to grow in what I do. So I usually just throw out an instagram and hope people like what I do and pass it along. I was telling Daniel last week while we were setting up a party... I just don't know how all these party bloggers do it... telling him all the crazy pictures I see and the set ups they do. I went on to tell him how many of them are paid by companies to style or rather "stage" parties. Meaning... it's not a real party. It's a FAKE party set up to give you ideas of how to use the products. All well-intended and a good idea really. But again, it's not a REAL party. They are paid & receive unlimited resources to create an imaginative party for you. I'd rather be in on the REAL thing, wouldn't you? The real mess of it all. The real problems of having a party are hard to deal with. You set up a party in the middle of the life happening around you. It's not just a pretty dessert table, set up on a lonely wall with a beautiful backdrop that looks unachievable & untouchable.
At the graduation party I set up last week the first guests started arriving and no one was touching the milk & cookies table. They were all just standing looking at it... Finally I said to some of them- "GET IN THERE... EAT SOME COOKIES! DRINK SOME MILK" A few minutes later a guy came over with an almost empty mason jar of milk and said, "Man, I'm lactose intolerant but that was delicious!!!" I laughed and his wife rolled her eyes and ate another cookie.
See that's why I wanna be IN on the party. I want to enjoy the time & ones around me. Last night as the moms I was with were talking about the pressures of life and feeling the need to just "checkout" sometimes one of my wise friends said that recently she read a devotional reminding her that God's resources to us are unlimited. His GRACE is unlimited to us. She said she saw it as an ocean. Many times we walk over and scoop up what we need for the day and walk through our day carrying it as it seeps through our tired fingers until in runs out. It runs out. Then we explode. On our kids or our husbands or our already worn down house. But what we should be doing is realizing there is an ocean to dip from constantly. His unlimited resources. So when I feel like I can't stay IN the party... I can't keep up. I CAN keep dipping into HIS resources.
I've been hard on myself lately because as I try to grow my business I just don't have time to blog ABOUT the parties I do because I'm usually working on the next one. And I know that's really the way to grow in what I do. So I usually just throw out an instagram and hope people like what I do and pass it along. I was telling Daniel last week while we were setting up a party... I just don't know how all these party bloggers do it... telling him all the crazy pictures I see and the set ups they do. I went on to tell him how many of them are paid by companies to style or rather "stage" parties. Meaning... it's not a real party. It's a FAKE party set up to give you ideas of how to use the products. All well-intended and a good idea really. But again, it's not a REAL party. They are paid & receive unlimited resources to create an imaginative party for you. I'd rather be in on the REAL thing, wouldn't you? The real mess of it all. The real problems of having a party are hard to deal with. You set up a party in the middle of the life happening around you. It's not just a pretty dessert table, set up on a lonely wall with a beautiful backdrop that looks unachievable & untouchable.
At the graduation party I set up last week the first guests started arriving and no one was touching the milk & cookies table. They were all just standing looking at it... Finally I said to some of them- "GET IN THERE... EAT SOME COOKIES! DRINK SOME MILK" A few minutes later a guy came over with an almost empty mason jar of milk and said, "Man, I'm lactose intolerant but that was delicious!!!" I laughed and his wife rolled her eyes and ate another cookie.
See that's why I wanna be IN on the party. I want to enjoy the time & ones around me. Last night as the moms I was with were talking about the pressures of life and feeling the need to just "checkout" sometimes one of my wise friends said that recently she read a devotional reminding her that God's resources to us are unlimited. His GRACE is unlimited to us. She said she saw it as an ocean. Many times we walk over and scoop up what we need for the day and walk through our day carrying it as it seeps through our tired fingers until in runs out. It runs out. Then we explode. On our kids or our husbands or our already worn down house. But what we should be doing is realizing there is an ocean to dip from constantly. His unlimited resources. So when I feel like I can't stay IN the party... I can't keep up. I CAN keep dipping into HIS resources.
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