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One of Those Days…

You know the ones. Everyone and everything is trying the Jesus in you. I’m there today, friend. One of the kids bombed the first unit math test. So, as a homeschooling mom, I’m feeling the weight of fear of failure as a teacher. My patience was thin, like a big old bubblegum bubble that’s stretched to massive proportions. It bursts. It gets everywhere! In your hair, alllll over your face…well you get the picture. It’s a big old mess.

The entire house is a wreck. The laundry pile is not massive, but the clean clothes are piled as high as my 4 year old. I thought I’d lost him in it for a bit, but we’re good now. As much as I’d love to be neat and tidy, I’m not. I mean I am, or was before living with 4 other folks. However, I am actively trying to become more diligent in that area, but it is still a struggle.

Maybe you’re there, too. Maybe you have tried your dead level best to be organized and it just gets destroyed minutes later. Maybe your to the point of packing it in and giving up because the frustration and anger are threatening to erupt like a volcano. Or maybe you don’t understand these thoughts at all. Praise the Lord for that! I’m pretty sure, however, that we all know someone that has been in this season.

I’ll be honest, I was starting to lose it. Not using kind tones when responding to innocent questions. Hyper-critical over every little thing not done exactly how I wanted it. I went to the bathroom and thought that’s it, I’m done! Have you ever seen Mom’s Night Out? It’s great. I highly recommend it. Anyway, the scene where the mom is hiding in her closet, eating chocolate, babbling about the new baby birds hatching…that speaks to my soul today.

My mind was swirling with all the grievances I had against my family and myself. The anger began to build more and more, and then…

I heard a still small voice in my heart saying, “Amanda, you have a choice. One is foolish and leads to sin, the other is wise and leads to Me.” “God, I am so angry! Nothing ever changes,” I said through sobs. “That’s not true. What is true?”, the Lord probed. “Well, it’s true that our family has been more joyful these last few months, and I’ve had less physical pain since You provided the opportunity to swim every day. But I’m still so overwhelmed that I don’t know where to start!” I cried out. The Holy Spirit convicted me, “You’ve talked to the kids about Peter’s lack of focus on Me. Have you focused on me today? Or have your eyes been looking to the left and right?” I hung my head and sighed knowing that God already knew the answer and so did I. “My eyes have been on my circumstances and not You, Lord.” God lovingly reminded me that I had a choice. “Which will you choose, Amanda? To give in to despair, crawl into the fetal position and wallow in self-pity, or will you seek Me in this moment?”

Let me pause there for a moment. Friend, the Lord is holy and righteous. He will point out your sin. Its ugly. It does not feel good to see ourselves in light of that sin. To be honest, its more like a punch in the gut. But you know what? No matter what God doesn’t force you to do anything. Its all your choice. The Christian life is not one without trials or heartaches. It is one of sacrifice of self, submitting our stubborn willful sin nature to the cross on which Jesus died for all mankind. But, ya’ll, it is so worth it.

I chose the later today. You might be thinking, “Oh, Amanda, its so easy for you! You’re smiling all the time!” Friend, I’ve chosen the former path and it led to some of the darkest times in my life.

Don’t choose your own way. Choose Jesus. It really is simple. As I blasted the Christian station on Pandora and read the Bible. God gave me a direction – fold the laundry. I’m sure you’ve heard before to fold the laundry and it will help give you a heart of gratefulness. It’s true, it can help. However, if we skip that first step of going to God first, then we are missing out of the power of God’s Word. His Word is what illuminates the deep seeded sin in our hearts. For me, it was selfishness, pride, anger, and perfectionism. Also, I’ll not for the ones who do not struggle with this, but for many (like myself) just going directly to the task only feeds that bitterness and anger. Why? Because the first and most important step has been left out – seeking Jesus.

When, not if, you have “one of those days”, let me encourage you to do the following:

  1. Retreat to a quiet place and cry out to God. Seek His wisdom over the situation.
  2. Read the Bible. Read passages that speak to the situation. (If you don’t have a concordance in your Bible, then go to http://www.biblestudytools.com & search for verses on [insert issue]. You’re simply looking for verse recommendations, not commentaries.) Stay in that moment with God for however long you need to, friend.
  3. Ask God to show you the sin hidden in your heart. For me it was recognizing that I hadn’t been patient, kind or gentle with my family. That was a direct result of focusing on the circumstances instead of my Savior. Maybe, like me, your reaction to the issues weren’t God-honoring. Maybe you were parenting from the world’s perspective, rather than God’s. Maybe your single or married without kids and you’ve been taking things out on your friends or spouse. We all face stress and deal with sin no matter what life stage we are in.
  4. Seek forgiveness. From God and any that you have wronged…yes, that includes your children and/or spouse if you have sinned against them.
  5. Turn on some Christian praise music & fold that laundry. At this point, your heart should feel the freedom of forgiveness and your eyes focused on the blessings of the task. If not, go back to the beginning. Go back to God & His word. Stay there all day if you need to. We must stay humbled at His feet in order to see more clearly the sin we struggle with and how to combat it. It might not be easy or pretty, but it’s worth it.

Friend, have a plan of action because those days will come. When they come, let the first thing we do be go to Jesus.

“Rejoice always! Pray constantly. Give thanks in everything, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” – 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 (HCSB)

By His grace,

Forgiveness, Kids

Tangles

“…the Lord reminded me that just like those tangles, sin usually starts as something small, that most wouldn’t notice or think it’s a big deal. But as it’s left unbrushed it continues to build into something so grotesquely matted that when the time comes & God says ok, my child that’s enough…” ~ The Broken Smile

Today, God spoke to my heart through tangles. Sounds crazy, I know. But lean in and I’ll tell you how…

My lovely daughter has always had the most tender head known to man. The irony is not lost on me since I, myself am so hardheaded; however, when I was her age I, too, was extremely tender headed. My mama owned a beauty shop back in the day and I loathed…yes, loathed, having her brush my hair. It always ended in tears and frustration – sometimes from both of us. I would have sworn that my mama was not being as gentile with me, her own daughter, as she was with her customers. And truth be told…I think I was right. Just kidding, Wanda Sue. 

Fast forward to present day. We have had numerous discussions with L about the importance of taking care of our hair, body, etc. Mainly because proper hygiene is important, but more so because we believe it is important to be good stewards with what the Lord has given us. There have been many times that she has been reminded to brush her hair before we go somewhere only to see her come bounding out of the house with a giant wad of matted hair in the back (y’all the kid is a crazy sleeper!) Unfortunately, we have had to dole out consequences for not obeying us, such is the nature of parenting.

This last week we talked about our morning routines and how sometimes we do forget to do thing that need to be done; however, if we are consistently “forgetting” then it has become a heart issue of disobedience rather than accidental forgetfulness. So, for the last few days I have reminded her to brush her hair then let her go about her merry way without checking it.

Today was library day with her Daddy. It’s a special weekly date that’s just for the two of them. She loves it. As she hurried past me, I said, “No, ma’am. Go brush your hair.” She pulls the brush through 5 times, lays it down thinking she has finished. At which point I said, “I’m sorry, but Mommy will have to get those out.” She immediately starts crying.

I prayed that the Lord would give me wisdom in that moment. That I wouldn’t give in to the frustration and anger that have welled up in me so many times because my child had yet again not obeyed a simple instruction.

As I sat brushing her hair section by section, trying my best to not cause her more pain than necessary, the Lord reminded me that just like those tangles, sin usually starts as something small, that most wouldn’t notice or think it’s a big deal. But as it’s left unbrushed it continues to build into something so grotesquely matted that when the time comes & God says ok, my child that’s enough…then the consequences involved in removing that sin are going to be so much more painful than if we had turned it over to Him sooner.

And as I started to share this with Laylah she stopped crying and apologized for not obeying, then proceeded to have a look of hope on her sweet face & asked, “I can’t wait to get to Heaven cause there won’t be any tangles there, right Mama?” That’s exactly right, baby girl. There will be no more tears, no pain…and no tangles. Amen.

But the story does not stop there, friends. See just like L, I needed this reminder more than anyone. As I was removing that speck from my child’s eye, there was a giant log in mine.

In Matthew 7:5, Jesus had a specific title for someone like me. “You hypocrite” – ouch. Shew, he surely didn’t pull any punches with that! See y’all, here’s the thing…Jesus didn’t come to save the sinless, but the sinner. Which (spoiler alert) everyone is a sinner; therefore, a hypocrite. But y’all, that is GREAT NEWS because that means that there is nothing that is too big or too small that He won’t forgive! And if I can get real, real here – it is man that puts levels on sin. To a holy & just God it is all the same sin. Sin that He cannot look upon. Sin that breaks that fellowship with Him. Just like it grieved my heart to see my child hurt today…it grieves His heart infinitely more to see His precious creation continue in sin.

That’s been a grace-filled truth and much needed comfort for my heart today. For those who did not know me pre-seminary, I was always working out & in pretty good shape. Over time, however, I gave up taking care of the body that God gave me. I started to eat all the unhealthy foods in gluttonous proportions. Brace yourself I am throwing some brutal honesty out there – I have been living in the sin of gluttony. It’s been going on for quite some time and the effects on my body are both physically & mentally painful.

As the Holy Spirt convicted me of my sin, He reminded me that God’s forgiveness and grace hadn’t stopped. That YES, I have been/am a hypocrite, but I have not gone beyond the arm of forgiveness of my Savior.

I share this deeply ashamed; yet, in my weakness I will boast of the greatness of my Savior. Though my sin has been festering for quite some time & the road to reversing the consequences will be long and painful, I stand confident in 1 John 1:9 – “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us & cleanse us from all unrighteousness.”

What do you need to confess to the Lord today? Whatever it may be, know that Jesus loves you & WANTS to forgive you.

By His grace,

The Hypocrite Pastor’s Wife

birthdays, Faith, Family, Kids

Hello!

Good morning on this fabulously fall Friday! Some of you have been following along for quite some time and I have yet to do a Friday Introduction day. Well today just so happens to be a special day in our family because its my birthday! Woooo! I know. I know. I’m an adult and we don’t get birthdays. (insert gigantic eye roll) But in our family birthdays are kind of a big deal. Depending on the year, I may throw an elaborate party for the kiddos or it might be a tiny family shindig, but that’s not the important part. Its my firm belief that we should celebrate each life and praise the Lord for each year we’ve been granted on this side of Heaven.

Its my firm belief that we should celebrate each life and praise the Lord for each year we’ve been granted on this side of Heaven.

The Broken Smile

Hi, my name’s Amanda and I LOVE to celebrate birthdays!

So, on a birthday we usually have a special breakfast chosen by the birthday boy or girl.

Fun Fact #1: I love pancakes. I’m kind of a pancake snob. Annnnd I have a fantastic recipe for some made-from-scratch pancakes that are by far my fam’s favorite. Just sayin’ – they’re delish. I totally had pancakes this morning!

During breakfast we each take turns telling the birthday person why he/she is special to us and how they are a blessing to our family. We pray and thank the Lord for giving us the gift of that person.

Side note: I believe these kinds of life giving words are important on the daily not just a birthday; however, there is something extra sweet when we tie it into the significance of God’s sovereign plan for that person. None of us are accidents. We all, whether wanted or not, are only here by the hand of the God of all Creation. He doesn’t make mistakes. In that we celebrate.

Fun Fact #2: I love balloons! Its just a really simple (and cheap) way to put a smile on someone’s face.

Over the years, we have given balloons to each kid in fun ways. One year I blew up probably 20+ balloons and scattered them all about the floor of our daughter’s bedroom while she was sleeping. We were awakened before dawn with loads of giggles! For our middle, we made it rain balloons from the ceiling when he opened his bedroom door. His smile and Big Sister’s excitement over the anticipation of blessing her little brother – priceless. Or sometimes its just a really cute mylar balloon.

Someone once told me that I set the bar too high for birthdays and that I’ll have to top it each year. No. I don’t believe that to be true. I believe that we should teach our children to have the same gratitude in the little blessings as in the big ones. Because guess what y’all, the Lord does not give out the same blessings to everyone. How do we as adults respond? Are we content with what we are given? OR do we tend to side-eye our neighbor and let that jealousy root take hold in our hearts? I know I’ve been guilty of the latter. So why wouldn’t we use these situations as a teachable moment for our children? Practice contentment and gratitude in all things that the Lord has given us, rather than coveting what He has given our neighbor.

Usually, we wrap the day up with special one-on-one snuggles with the birthday kid…or all the kids if its Mommy 0r Daddy’s birthday…and we recount the stories of how we found out we were expecting the birthday child and the events of their birth. Currently our oldest is the only one that really understands this, but she loves it and belly laughs every year we tell her story. She’ll be 9 in December.

Fun Fact #3: I never really dreamed of being a mom. However, the moment I met my eldest…well, to say it was life changing sounds really clichѐ, but now there’s nothing else I’d rather be.

Fun Fact #4: I’m a child of the 80s and had a bowl cut like my older brother from the time I first got hair until…maybe 1st grade. #thanksmom 😛 Anyway, there’s pictures. They’re hilarious. I may share some in the future for kicks and giggles. haha

Fun Fact #5: I’m a straight shooter. Ha my husband will tell people that my love language to him is brutal honesty. That may or may not have gotten me into a good bit of trouble as a kid. Thankfully, the Holy Spirit has helped me temper that with love. Although, truth be told, its something I have to keep in check. So don’t ask me, if you don’t want the truth. Just gonna go ahead and throw that out there. 😉

So, now you know a little bit of our family birthday tradition and a few fun facts about me! What are your birthday traditions? Comment below! I love to hear how others celebrate within their families! Thanks for stopping by!

For His glory,

circa 2013 – I also really love squirrels. 😀

DIY, Kids

DIY Baby Wipes

Six years ago, I was a first time mom with a precious little babe who happened to have some of the most horrendous diaper blow-outs on the daily. Changing Monkey’s diaper was a nightmare of screaming and wailing! Why? Because not only was her poor little bum being bombarded with the acidity from her stank nasty diapers, but the chemicals in the diaper wipes were like rubbing salt into an open wound. Every single time a wipe touched her bum she would recoil with major crocodile tears.  And y’all this was when I used the “sensitive” and “natural” wipes from those major baby product companies!* It was truly heartbreaking.

At the time, I decided to use both toilet paper and a warm wet wash cloth to take care of business.  It was a decent solution, but it wasn’t that practical for on-the-go jobs.  So, I sought out ways to make my own safer and natural disposable wipes! If you happen to have a sweet little who has a super sensitive bum, then these wipes will serve you well. Let’s face it – these wipes are great for all the bums (big and small)! 😉

*Companies have not been named so I won’t get sued.

DIY Diaper Wipes

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Ingredients:

Step 1:

Open the hand towel box at the BOTTOM and remove the entire stack. Put entire stack of towels into the diaper wipe container. Be sure that they are “right side up”. This will make it easier for them to feed through the lid opening.

Step 2:

Add 2 – 3 drops of Young Living Gentle Baby Essential Oil into the warm water.  Here is the hardest part…ready? Stir it and pour over the stack of towels in the container! Now you will need to press down on the stack, flipping it as you pour ensuring that the entire stack is saturated with the water and oil.

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Step 3:

Gently pull the top sheet up and through the lid opening.

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That’s it! You’re done! I mean, really, how easy was that?! Some may say its not worth it, but I say its not worth putting liquid fire on your precious baby’s bum!

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P.S.

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Kids

*Warning: Not for the Squeamish

I mean I’m not a parenting newb and I’ve been around enough kids to know that parenting is not for the faint of heart…nor the squeamish. Ha!  The Booge has eaten his fair share of nasty things…food off public floors, a bug, boogers, etc.  But today the kid reached an all-time low.

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We headed outside to play, I was wearing R and had glanced down to make sure his head was positioned correctly and that I had his head out of the sun.  So, for all of 5 seconds I had looked away from The Booge, at which point, I look up to see him squatting in the grass.  I thought, oh good he’s exploring! How exciting!  Then…I see his mouth move as if chewing something.

I know this isn’t going to end well.  Y’all, I know.  I just know it’s going to be another bug.  I immediately take off towards him.  As I get closer I see a slight smudge on his cheek.  A brownish-green smudge…

And as I reached for my darling blue-eyed cutie I smell the smell.  Y’all know that smell.  DOG POOP! Lo and behold, what is my little cutie about to do?  Stick his fingers back into a big pile of dog feces!! UGH! Come on, son!

Now, being a good ol’ Southern mama, and part tomboy at heart, poop does not phase me.  There have been many a times that I have stepped in it…both literally and figuratively, but those are other tales for other days.  So, while wearing my one-month old, I grabbed the fifteen-month old up, held him at arm’s length, and quickly ushered him inside to inspect the damage.

Upon further scrutiny there was, in fact, some residual fecal matter on his little tongue. Yep, that’s right folks…my son ate poop.  And bless him, he wasn’t fazed a bit.  The kid didn’t gag, didn’t cry…nothing.  I mean I think I saw him second guess his decision about going in for seconds when I think back, but, it was kind of a blur so I can’t be for sure!

Anyway, there should be a lesson in here somewhere…

Like a dog that returns to his vomit is a fool who repeats his folly. – Proverbs 26:11

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Here’s to a good laugh and a great reminder – don’t eat the poop.

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