I’m coming clean. I had a “grand plan” for this week’s post. I really did. But life . . . became a bit unwieldy these past couple of weeks and stripped my normal preparation time for the posts I share with you. I hope you’ll indulge me as I offer a few photos and autumn reflections I shared on Instagram in October. Next week, we’ll jump into November with quotes and thoughts on gratitude. I especially look forward to hearing your thoughts on this topic.Continue reading “Autumn: Reflections in a Busy Season”
I believe we women (and perhaps men too?) have a deep desire to be known, accepted. And just as deep is a fear of not being accepted.
Most of my life, I’ve waited to be invited into community. As a girl in elementary school, sharp words slashed across my heart, ripping open the skin of who I thought I was.
I entered school thinking I was enough. I was a nice girl, a girl others would want to befriend.
Our Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—SUPPORT. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. We write for five minutes on a given word. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out the Five Minute Friday website. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!
The moment the boy entered the car he was all about telling me about this great speaker who said a lot of things that he loved, and I . . . didn’t. Not that her thoughts weren’t accurate. But it was probably that my boy heard what he wanted to hear.
And he proceeded to pick apart every aspect of parenting that Hubs and I employ.
I smirked at one point. And white knuckled the steering wheel really hard at another. And I may have been a little heavy on the gas pedal.
See, some of the thoughts he conveyed are things I’ve been struggling with as a mom.
Mothering teens feels so lonely sometimes.
And when the kid comes at you with everything he perceives is wrong and why he should have more of this and less of that? It’s enough to deplete the joy right out of me.
When the garage door went down, he stormed to his room, and I strode quickly to mine. And I breathed.
And I prayed.
And I realized I really, really needed to talk this out with a friend who’s further along the mothering journey than I am.
As I talked with her, some of the doubt pinging in my mind—the anger churning in my spirit—dissipated.
God used her words to renew my perspective.
We all need the support of others in our lives. God has given us those who have gone before us to help us navigate the hard seasons, the tricky decisions.
And He’s gifted us with others coming up behind us on the journey.
Whether they are in the parenting road, the dream-chasing road, or the hard-knocks road.
We always have the support of others, if we’ll seek it out. We also have opportunities to be a support . . . if we’ll open our eyes to find them.
After time distanced us from the solar flare, the boy and I were able to move forward together. He knows he has Hubs’ and my support. Even though he may not always like some of what we say.
We’re family. We love each other through the struggles and the joys.
What about you? How do you support those around you? How have others supported you?
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I’m linking up with Five Minute Friday—Support
Our Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—NEIGHBOR. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. We write for five minutes on a given word. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out the Five Minute Friday website. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!
One of the downsides of living in a big city is that everyone is occupied in their own lives. We’ve all heard about the neighborhoods where people drive into their garages and close the doors. Setting up borders around themselves and their families.
I miss the small town feel of neighbors standing out by the mailbox and chatting for awhile. Getting the paper for each other when one neighbor is out of town. Of borrowing a cup of sugar.
When is the last time you asked your neighbor if you could borrow something because you were in a pinch for your evening meal?
Neighborhoods should be more than a place where a bunch of houses stand right next to each other.
Neighbors should be more than people who live adjacent to us.
Says the one who has—too many times—closed her garage door because she has too much to do to stop and talk.
What if we crossed each other’s borders every now and then?
What if we decided to be brave and talk with the person at the mailbox or the person out walking their dog?
What if we reached beyond our own border with kindness and with a desire to be Jesus-with-skin-on to those around us?
How many times have you been brave and reached out, and been surprised to find genuine connection with another?
It takes risking our comfort to love others as Jesus does. We must reach beyond ourselves and care for others more than for our own convenience.
Isn’t that what Jesus did? He got into peoples’ business and offered them hope.
The woman at the well received freedom the day Jesus reached out to his “neighbor.”
If we can set aside a few minutes in our schedule to at least open up the opportunity to say hello to a neighbor, I wonder what God could do? What He might reveal to those who people our lives and live close to our borders?
The only way we’ll know is to be brave and reach out.
What about you? What sort of neighborhood do you live in? What’s one way you have reached beyond your borders to those nearby?
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I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous as July 21st arrived. I can admit that, as excited as I was, some of those ingrained insecurities tried to resurrect themselves in my thoughts. What would it be like spending the weekend with women I’d never met in person?
The locals said it was the hottest weekend yet this summer in Kansas City.
But oh, meeting so many amazing women was a cool drink of water to my thirsty spirit. From the moment I arrived until the final good-bye hug was given, my spirit was refreshed.
There are those days—those seasons—when it feels like life tears me apart. Not in the big “I have cancer,” or “my husband’s leaving me,” kind of ways.
It’s more in those ways of the daily challenges, the struggles that rip away small pieces of me. Those days when a boy in-my-face defies me repeatedly.
And I react.
When those things that were supposed to work out a certain way go terribly wrong.