Life Inspired Mommy

My dearest husband,

So many times I complain about being tired, the kids haven’t let me complete a task, I still have so much that needs to get done, but I’m running out of time and I don’t feel like completing it all. So, I put it off for another day then I just get overwhelmed all over again.

So many times do you listen, but I don’t think you’re hearing me because I know you have your own problems with work and your own to do lists. Why should I be complaining anyway, this is what I do, so I should do it, right.

But, what I don’t realize is how you do listen and you are paying attention. What I don’t do is thank you enough for everything you do and for being an amazing husband and father.

You put us before yourself, your happiness is us being happy. You love us with all your heart and bend over backwards to make sure we are cared for. You stand behind us, support us, and encourage us through our dreams and trials. You are our backbone.

I am so grateful for you and I am so glad god made you my life partner. I am grateful we were brought together. I am grateful for all that you do. Thank you my dearest husband for being all that you are. I love you!

“I’m scared to make this serve,  Dad you serve.”  My 9 year old son said as he was handing the birdie to my husband. We were playing a game of badminton, girls against boys.  The score was close, 9-8 with the boys in the lead. My son was up to serve and if he got that point, they would win the game. He stood there nervously trying to hand the birdie off, but I told him no. “It’s your serve, so according to the rules you have to serve.”  “But momma, what if I don’t make it.” I told him at least he tried his best, but he needed to try and not let fear stop him.

He took a deep breath, tossed the birdie into the air, and served it beautifully. Me, being a competitive momma, well we are all competitive, went after that birdie fully fledged  and missed. My son was so ecstatic, jumping into the air. “Yes, Yes!” He screamed. My husband and I both congratulated him and prided  on facing his fear and going for it.

A lesson was taught in this victory. Even if it seems so small, my son learned to not let fear stop him from playing the game. We could have easily took the stress off of his shoulders and let my husband bend the rules and him serve. But what would that have taught him? What would he have learned? Instead, we let him know that it was ok if he failed, but at least he tried. He knew we would be proud either way.

Don’t let fear stop you from achieving your win.

I am super excited to be working on this cover, so I wanted to share a bit of it with you along with the reason I am excited about it. I remember when this song came out. I remember watching the music video and listening to it over and over again. I would imagine myself playing a key board and singing the song (even though I didn’t know how to play the keyboard, or even guitar for that matter.)

I would sing my heart out because I could relate to this song so much. I always felt criticized and I was having to explain myself in everything I did. I felt like I wasn’t good enough and was trying to find myself.

At this point in time, being a songwriter, singing, playing guitar, heck writing period was only a thought. It was a thought that I never actually believed to be a reality because it’s not “realistic”. I always wanted to learn guitar, I’ve always loved singing and I’ve always loved writing. But, I was too shy and to insecure so who was I kidding. So I would sit there and just imagine and daydream.

Because of my husband pushing me to follow my dreams, look what song I happen to be learning now. Am I the best guitarist? No. Am I the best singer? No. Heck am I the best songwriter? No. But, dreams do come true when you work hard and believe in yourself. Just because it’s not “realistic” to someone else doesn’t mean it’s not for you. Work hard and follow your dreams.
Proverbs 16:3 
 Commit thy works unto the Lord, and thy thoughts shall be estabablished.

I could choose to be unhappy
I could choose to be tired
I could choose to be angry
I could choose to let bad things ruin my day.
I could choose to not like where I am.

But I don’t.

It stinks being unhappy
It stinks being tired
It stinks being angry
It stinks never having good days because you let one bad thing ruin it.
It stinks not being happy with where you are and around of yourself.

If you can choose which mood you want to be in, by controlling how you feel in certain situations, why would you choose negatively over joy.

So instead
I choose to be happy
I choose to he Energized
I choose to let the anger go somewhere else other than me
I choose to love who I am and where I’m at

The devil and his negativity can find somewhere else to dwell, because he’s not welcomed here.

I walk into the school to pick my daughter up. Upon walking into the front office, there were a few other moms ahead of me. They were all dressed nice, in outfits perfectly paired together. Their hair and make up was done flawlessly.

Then there’s me…….

Yikes…. let’s start from the top. Messy rain drenched hair stacked on top of my head, half makeup done bc the sweat and rain washed the rest off, a cabellas fleece jacket covered in horse and dog hair, dirt stained jeans and mud boots. I probably smelled a little too, but hey, I’ve been pretty busy today.

I sometimes wish I could be like those other girls. I wish I could pull of those nice outfits. I wish my hair would stay pretty without frizzing or getting in my way. It would be nice for my makeup to stay in place for a full day.

But to be honest, whenever I do dress in something other than my normal attire, I feel so out of place. I wore a nice sundress one time on a date night with the hubs, and I looked hott! I was rocking that dress. But then, as soon as we went out in public I didn’t feel like myself. I felt like everyone was staring at me, and not in the good kind of way.

I will see a girl walk into a gas station or restraunt wearing the cutest outfit and I would say to my husband “I wish I could pull something like that off.” He would look at me crazy and say “uh you can.” But the truth is, I couldn’t pull it off with myself. That’s just not who I am.

Who am I? I am the girl in the jeans, boots, and whatever shirt I throw on. I also like yoga pants, shorts, and flip flops. Sometimes my hair looks cute and sometimes…. well we just won’t go there. I love makeup, but sometimes it’s just not worth the hastle.

Who am I? I am me, I’m not them. I am my own one of a kind person that I love. If I was anyone else or like anyone else then let’s face it…. I wouldn’t be me.

I was the young mom, walking my oldest child down the halls to his prek class. My big boy was clinging to my leg, while my little pitter patter ran wild a head of us.

My son would cry and scream not wanting me to leave him, but I would have to. I felt guilty as pitter patter and I walked back down the hallway to go home, leaving him behind.

I was the young mom who had an infant/toddler clinging to me at every school party and field trip. I remember being told, “it won’t be long before she starts school.” They were right.

My oldest is now older and doesn’t even give bye hugs anymore. My youngest is no longer a pitter patter and full of confidence with lots of friends.

As my kids and their fellow students celebrate 100 days of school, the teachers are on a countdown of 80 days until school is over. But me, I think of how once this school year is over, another one begins. When another one begins, they continue to move on to the next levels of their lives.

They continue to move on and there’s no turning back. The young mom stage is gone, the pitter patter stage is gone, and now the prek stage is gone. They continue to grow and change while you will be left wondering when was the last time you heard the “hot dog” song.

At the time, it seemed like it would last forever. They are only 4 right? But then 4 turns to 5, 5 turns to 6, then bam! We push them to be independent and not need us anymore. We succeed, but then we sit back and wonder where did that time go.

The Lord doesn’t tell us we can keep our precious littles. But, we must raise them, teach them, and release them out into the world to do the same. So enjoy them during every single stage. Don’t take your time for granted. It may seem slow at the time, but it goes by fast. Before you know it, you will be wondering where it went.

It’s so easy to be vengeful. It’s so easy just to take a dig at someone who has done you wrong.

Maybe name calling, maybe gossip. It just sometimes feels right, or maybe it satisfies your soul because you “got even”.

Maybe you do things out of spite just to see your opponents reaction thinking “oh yea you got what you deserved”.

Maybe it feels so satisfying when you “get even”.

Well, just because it feels good, it doesn’t make it right. It seems so much easier and the right thing to do in the spir of the moment, but it isn’t.

Romans 12:9-21

Love in Action

9 Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. 10 Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. 11 Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. 12 Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. 13 Share with the Lord’s people who are in need.Practice hospitality.

14 Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. 15 Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. 16 Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position.[a]Do not be conceited.

17 Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everyone. 18 If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. 19 Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,”[b] says the Lord. 20 On the contrary:

“If your enemy is hungry, feed him;

if he is thirsty, give him something to drink.

In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.”[c]

21 Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good