Well, first of all I started this blog for me. I wanted a place where I can express things that have happened to me or my family. Things I wanted to keep, journal and have to recall when my memory totally fails me. Someone told me years ago, and I am so unorganized I didn't do this, to journal. They told me if I didn't journal, just write down things on a piece of paper and put it somewhere. The problem with that is I can never find the piece of paper in the somewhere location. My life as I knew it, is no longer in existence. Marriage, job, and four children later, my brain is gone.
The more I read other people's blogs the more I wanted to do my own, so I started. Some of my closest friends don't even know I do this. I was and am scared of what people will read and think of me. What will they think? Some people are so poetic and write as if they were expert journalist. Me, who am I? I felt guilty that I read other blogs and they didn't know it. Then I was reading one of my favorite blogs, I think she is so funny, just like her mom. Then she wrote a post about lurkers. A friends asked what she thought about people she doesn't know read her blog. Well, she gets a report about who and when and how long they look at her blog. Now, I am so busted. Wow, that was convicting.
I had to reevaluate why should I care if others read mine, when I read theirs. I mentioned to a friend about JOY, my word from God. I let it slip that I blogged. They wanted my blog address and I honestly don't even know how one finds my blog, I just know how I get on it. I'm not that savvy yet. I thought, I don't know that I want people reading my personal thoughts. Then, how guilty am I when I read theirs. The other point is why would I put anything on the internet that I didn't want people to read. My word. Anyone can get to it.
All this to say, now that people know, it's cool. It may inspire me to write more. I know I check often to look at other people's new stuff. Now the truth is out, I read yours and you read mine. We are even!
Flushable Food
Children do the darndest things.
Here's a little background before I get too into the story. Michael Hanus and my son, Justin are best friends. They have been friends since they were two or three. They have this connection I've never seen with kids before, especially boys. The two became instant friends and remain close even though they don't spend as much time with each other as they did before they started school. Michael's mom, Brandy, and I became friends because of our boys.
Then came along Ashley and Chelsea and then about 6 months later, James was born. Their friendship began because Brandy and I would hang out with our kids. Justin would get invited over to Michael's house and then the jealousy started with not only Ashley and Chelsea, but with Daniel, as well. One day the girls came up with the idea they needed to spend the night, too. They told Brandy Justin didn't want to come over and they were going to come for him. So, we decided to let them spend the night one day. No, I wouldn't normally let boys and girls spend the night together. I know it sounds a little wierd. Brandy also has an older daughter named Megan. So, they all have sleepovers. It's not like the girls get to sleep in the bed with the boys. Not happening!
So, this week Ashley, Chelsea and James made plans during Mother's Day Out. They were going over to his house and spending the night. When Brandy went to pick up James, she discovered their plan. She asked if the girls could come over and I said, "yes." It worked for me.
During dinner Mrs. Brandy served chicken with macaroni and cheese and what else, I don't know. Ashley ate all her mac and cheese and wanted more. Mrs. Brandy told her she had to eat some chicken then she would give her some more. Mrs. Brandy went into the kitchen for a minute and she returned to the table only to find Ashley and James missing. She found them in the bathroom. She explained to James that he did not need to go in the bathroom with Ashley, for obvious reasons. He said, "she wasn't going to the bathroom, she was flushing the chicken down the toilet." That took care of the chicken. In her mind that was how she could have some more mac and cheese. Pretty clever, huh? Mrs. Brandy died laughing! She thought it was so funny. She couldn't turn her down for another serving. That's not what she would have done probably if it was her child, it was just so funny she couldn't really discipline her seriously.
I thought that was just too cute to not share.
Here's a little background before I get too into the story. Michael Hanus and my son, Justin are best friends. They have been friends since they were two or three. They have this connection I've never seen with kids before, especially boys. The two became instant friends and remain close even though they don't spend as much time with each other as they did before they started school. Michael's mom, Brandy, and I became friends because of our boys.
Then came along Ashley and Chelsea and then about 6 months later, James was born. Their friendship began because Brandy and I would hang out with our kids. Justin would get invited over to Michael's house and then the jealousy started with not only Ashley and Chelsea, but with Daniel, as well. One day the girls came up with the idea they needed to spend the night, too. They told Brandy Justin didn't want to come over and they were going to come for him. So, we decided to let them spend the night one day. No, I wouldn't normally let boys and girls spend the night together. I know it sounds a little wierd. Brandy also has an older daughter named Megan. So, they all have sleepovers. It's not like the girls get to sleep in the bed with the boys. Not happening!
So, this week Ashley, Chelsea and James made plans during Mother's Day Out. They were going over to his house and spending the night. When Brandy went to pick up James, she discovered their plan. She asked if the girls could come over and I said, "yes." It worked for me.
During dinner Mrs. Brandy served chicken with macaroni and cheese and what else, I don't know. Ashley ate all her mac and cheese and wanted more. Mrs. Brandy told her she had to eat some chicken then she would give her some more. Mrs. Brandy went into the kitchen for a minute and she returned to the table only to find Ashley and James missing. She found them in the bathroom. She explained to James that he did not need to go in the bathroom with Ashley, for obvious reasons. He said, "she wasn't going to the bathroom, she was flushing the chicken down the toilet." That took care of the chicken. In her mind that was how she could have some more mac and cheese. Pretty clever, huh? Mrs. Brandy died laughing! She thought it was so funny. She couldn't turn her down for another serving. That's not what she would have done probably if it was her child, it was just so funny she couldn't really discipline her seriously.
I thought that was just too cute to not share.
JOY - Jesus, Only You
As I had a quiet time in December, the Lord brought a word, JOY. I would like to say I have a quiet time everyday, but the truth is my quiet times come far and few in between.
I have thought of the word, JOY, so many times. Every time I felt stressed, aggravated, upset, etc, I would remind myself of JOY. It would put a smile on my face, temporarily. As time moved on quickly during the holiday hustle and bustle, I realized this is my theme word. I'm not one to get into New Year's resolutions, but it's an appropriate time to start a renewal. I thought it was a word given to get through the holiday season, but it's not. This is why God brought this word to me. I also realized the word joy - for me, had an acronym J - Jesus, O - only, Y - You. That is why I keep saying JOY, not to emphasize the word, but to use it as an acronym for me. I realize I am at a big time spiritual lull. I have let myself go with the craziness of life. I say often, Lord, you say you don't give us more than we can handle. I am so disappointed with myself. I also tell the Lord, I know I disappoint Him. He already knows. I take on the world each and every day all on my own. That's how I feel, and why I don't find JOY so many times, when God puts it right in my face. I do know how blessed I am. I just don't live it daily. I hope as I journal this year, I see the true JOY in Jesus this year.
For those who know me well, know I struggle with depression. I want to overcome it. It runs rampant in my family. I would like to stop that family curse with me. This is not something I want to pass down to my children. As a Christian, I don't want to be depressed. Something happened to me when I had my first child. I unleashed the hormones for me. Something that should bring such great joy, let off an onset of depression. I don't know why I am the way I am. I don't want to be. With the birth of each child, it got a little worse. I am on medication now. It helps for the most part, there are still some days, it doesn't matter. I may not even know why I feel the way I do. It's a daily struggle. Pray for me.
I know I am blessed with an awesome, godly, husband. I have 4 beautiful children. All of these are true JOY from the Lord. My prayer each day is to start it off right with Him and rely on Him instead of myself this new year. It's not just a new year, but an new beginning to life as it should be.
This is something I have seen before and I now have it on my Facebook. I love what it says.
I have thought of the word, JOY, so many times. Every time I felt stressed, aggravated, upset, etc, I would remind myself of JOY. It would put a smile on my face, temporarily. As time moved on quickly during the holiday hustle and bustle, I realized this is my theme word. I'm not one to get into New Year's resolutions, but it's an appropriate time to start a renewal. I thought it was a word given to get through the holiday season, but it's not. This is why God brought this word to me. I also realized the word joy - for me, had an acronym J - Jesus, O - only, Y - You. That is why I keep saying JOY, not to emphasize the word, but to use it as an acronym for me. I realize I am at a big time spiritual lull. I have let myself go with the craziness of life. I say often, Lord, you say you don't give us more than we can handle. I am so disappointed with myself. I also tell the Lord, I know I disappoint Him. He already knows. I take on the world each and every day all on my own. That's how I feel, and why I don't find JOY so many times, when God puts it right in my face. I do know how blessed I am. I just don't live it daily. I hope as I journal this year, I see the true JOY in Jesus this year.
For those who know me well, know I struggle with depression. I want to overcome it. It runs rampant in my family. I would like to stop that family curse with me. This is not something I want to pass down to my children. As a Christian, I don't want to be depressed. Something happened to me when I had my first child. I unleashed the hormones for me. Something that should bring such great joy, let off an onset of depression. I don't know why I am the way I am. I don't want to be. With the birth of each child, it got a little worse. I am on medication now. It helps for the most part, there are still some days, it doesn't matter. I may not even know why I feel the way I do. It's a daily struggle. Pray for me.
I know I am blessed with an awesome, godly, husband. I have 4 beautiful children. All of these are true JOY from the Lord. My prayer each day is to start it off right with Him and rely on Him instead of myself this new year. It's not just a new year, but an new beginning to life as it should be.
This is something I have seen before and I now have it on my Facebook. I love what it says.
Happy moments, praise God
Difficult moments, seek God
Quiet moments, worship God
Painful moments, trust God
Every moment, thank God
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