The Prayer

Unsettled. Wondering what for? This life is wasted on gaining love when all I should be doing is giving it.

The calling of service to others continues to beckon… but how God? When and where? Do I give it all up and let the road open up for a servant and her three bairns? For nothing – no one – holds me to this place. I am always home when you are with me.

Yet they are held… So I am tethered. An approval he’d be quick to deny.

“Lord lead me away,” I beg. A woman commanded not to lead but yet… Who will? Not yet have I met a man strong enough to lead- to hold my hand as we walk together- him a few steps ahead. Together… Ministering to the world of Your Great Love.

“Lord lead me away… So I may prepare a place.” Will it be enough? Will I be enough? Will pride linger in Your eyes for Your faithful child?

If I’m not making a big impression upon humanity with my simple humble existence, will I serve my purpose?

“Lead me to perform miracles in your name.” Give me wisdom to make the big decisions as I continue to wait for he-who-is-in-your-plan.

“Lord I pray… Have mercy on my soul when I lie down to take my last breath.” Brother, tell the father: She tried to serve but knew not how… For her mind was on love. Her heart ached for the outflow of love. Her soul died when she found love no more on this Earth.

“Father I wait on bended knees… Hands raised to praise your name… Show me the next step.”

I humbly await your direction.

The Prayer: Part 2

I went to battle. I called upon God to consider my heart. With my prayer in mind, I requested guidance. I opened the Bible… First seeing some notes on Romans 6 and 7… A favorite for sure when considering, “What’s next?” But then it fell open to Matthew 3-7… The story of John the Baptist and how he prepared the way for his cousin: Christ. Then Christ’s baptism where the dove comes to baptize him of the spirit along with water. I remember “the high” I got after I went under the river and returned anew. It spoke on how he overcame temptation in the wilderness. Warning me too not to tempt God but to trust his plans. I skipped to 5:13… The biblical mother of this website. We are the salt of the earth. I fear… Have I lost my savor? Should I be cast out under foot? I am reminded of also being the light. Let my light shine before men. Christ fulfills all… I shine because He is in me. I skip forward again… Reciting the Lord’s Prayer… Not as written but as it is meant to be recited. With Sincerity. Fervor. In my war room. God is all powerful. And so I am brought then to “The Lilies.” My tattoo… A reminder not to worry… I am given all my needs in abundance. I pray again… Throughout. Lord you know my heart. Must I choose between love and service? Can I “have it all?” Then I notice… Dancing in mid-air. My sign. My moment’s spirit guide: The spider. Lord… Whatever her meaning… That will be my answer. So I google her. The Spider: Creative expression. She attaches her desires to nature and creates a magical display for all to see (as one site put it). She is like a dream weaver catching all that her heart wants. It was a beautiful way for God to confirm that He hasn’t forgotten me. He wants me to have the desires of my heart… But not just small dreams. This web spanned the whole yard from what appeared to be roof to fence post. My extraordinary… Thank you Lord.

Now… The question remains… What are my next steps of service? 🙂

Red Potato Salad

Ingredients:

  • 6-7 red potatoes, cut
  • 2 cloves garlic, smashed/chopped
  • Salt
  • 2 stalks celery, diced
  • 1-2 green onions, diced
  • 3 hardboiled eggs, chopped- discard 1 yolk
  • Avocado oil

Dressing:

  • 1 1/2 Tbsp celery leaves, chopped
  • 1 Tbsp cilantro, chopped
  • 1 cube frozen cilantro
  • 2 cornichon pickles, diced
  • Juice of 1 small lemon
  • 1/4 cup stone ground mustard
  • 1 cup mayo made with olive oil
  • 1/4 – 1/2 tsp dried dill
  • 1/4 tsp oregano
  • 1/8 tsp ground coriander
  • 1/8 tsp paprika
  • Salt and pepper, to taste

Directions:

Boil the potatoes and garlic in heavily salted water. Drain when cooked al dente. Once cooled, carefully toss in the celery, green onion, and egg. Drizzle mixer with avocado oil. Pour the dressing over potato mixer and lightly mix so the potatoes do not fall apart. Chill in the refrigerator for at least 30 minutes.

Give It Up For Parenting

I’m not immune to it: The frustrations. The anxieties of parenting. My faith in God isn’t a miracle drug that wards off any negativity. Well… Actually… I’m wrong. It is a miracle pill that prevents and cures these feelings.

I choose not to take it.

When I’m frustrated at the world or other adults, I become impatient, on edge, quick to reprimand rather than listen. The horseplay and constant loudness- you know… Those things siblings do to infuse a solid bond in their relationship- become unbearable.

Even when things are seemingly good, there are times when the anxiety creeps in. For instance, one child gets moody and mean when I try to soften his frustration with a joke. Usually, space is the best solution. Then we talk a few hours or a day later. I know he wants me to know that his thoughts, feelings, and concerns are serious. I know he doesn’t like to be “made fun of ” even if in an endearing way. (Most boys would think laughing about their outrageous farts was funny). He sees it as an attack on him. I apologize, show empathy, and do better next time. But in the moment, I feel like a shitty mom when I accidentally offend my child.

I get drained: Low to no energy. But I know it’s essential that they continue to have opportunities for exercise through play. So I muster every last bit of energy to go to the skating rink, to a friend’s house to swim, or a bike ride around the neighborhood.

I get cloudy. I can’t see my dreams or what I’m working so hard for. I think, what’s the point of all this? Yet to think this way is… Well… Asinine.

I am extremely blessed. My kids are going to be okay! Even if I bum around the house for a day, they’ll still go to college. Even if I fix a smoothie and popcorn for dinner, they’ll still fall in love someday. These trivial concerns are privileges. What the hell am I worried about?

I am a good mom with loving children. Take the pill… The miracle drug… Give these cares to God. I don’t need them.

Parenting

Younger Millennial and Generation Z Parenting

July 10, 2019

Preface: I am technically a millennial- even though I can’t even spell the word without looking it up (i.e., Born: 1977- 1994)[1].  My primary language doesn’t include emoticons and I didn’t have immediate gratification via social media that linked me to the entire world.  My adolescence and early teens graced me with the benefit of building patience while the dial-up network plugged me into a word-only chat room.  As a young adult, I still used a real camera and developed my pictures at the store.  When I finally bought a smartphone (i.e., after my first child), I took pictures and videos to post on Facebook so that my friends and long distance family could share in the delight of my children’s developmental milestones; however, I still sought camaraderie with other young parents.  We chatted IRL about our struggles, successes, and silent serenity. We weren’t aware of “Mommy Groups,” except those who met at the park in the day or the wine bar at night.

The younger millennial and Gen Z (i.e., Born: 1995-2012; Schroer, n.d.) mommies are lucky and cursed.  They are fortunate to have a network of other first-timers or veteran moms to with whom they trek this “uncharted territory” in life.  Yet, these Mommy Groups- as I have heard from younger moms- can bring out the competitiveness in woman on such a mass scale that they feel overwhelmed by “What kind of mom they should be.” 

A Letter to the Young Millennial and Gen Z Mommas,

Listen up!! Mommy Groups are supports not sideshows.  They are fantastic for recommendations and tips.  However, once members stop empowering new parents and start passive-aggressively shaming and outdoing other parents, it no longer serves its purpose.  If you find yourself overly bragging about your kid, ask yourself, “What am I missing from my own sense of well-being?”  If your words make someone feel inadequate because they don’t have a certain [expensive and unnecessary] product, ask yourself, “What am I missing in my life?  What do I need to feel whole?”  Not only ask yourself these questions but take charge of finding a solution and making self-care a priority!  If you cannot look to your momma-sisters and empower them, take a moment to reflect on what you need.

Perhaps you’re exhausted and posting is your only connection to the world.  Perhaps you are stressed, and you just can’t find the gumption to give yourself a compliment.  Here’s a little secret: Unless you are a cracked-out mess who neglects your child or have abandoned your family for a fling in Vegas, you are the perfect parent… Perfectly Imperfect… You are doing everything right… Except flaunting the “status” of your child on social media to make yourself look good.  Don’t mistake this as saying that those videos of first steps and silly slogans coined by your toddler are unwanted… Those are adorable and loved by most friends and family! What I am saying is that new parents must be careful not to put themselves up on a pedestal by the way they portray their child.  

To the moms who feel inadequate or “not good enough,”

Do you love your child?  Then you are a “perfectly imperfect” mother who is doing an amazing job with your little one. You will make mistakes.  Be confident in those mistakes because they lead to growth.  We can’t know what is right until we live it. We can’t think about what ifs and do more, more, mores.  Make and take time for “no action…” to sit quietly in your own space… without shame.  Be mindful of your own need to compete with your support network…  Shape your world in a way that makes your dream for your family come true!  Never forget that you have the most powerful job in the world! 

With love,

Just-Another-Mother-Who-Came-Before…

Final Words: Mothers bear the burden of the world, not only their own but of each “world” or paradigm that a child develops.  She is responsible for the way they love, treat others, and the skills they learn toward success or failure.  She is responsible for her little man seeking a strong and compassionate woman rather than one who trains him to harden his heart.  She is responsible for her girlies feeling whole enough to tolerate only honor and laughter rather than disrespect and tears.  Mothers- and some lucky fathers- are guardians of little galaxies in training to be guardians of future galaxies.  

So, take care of each other.  Encourage and show love to other moms.  Let them know that despite feeling ragged and rundown, they have made it one more day as Creator of Life…


[1] (Schroer, n.d.)

Beauty in Progress

I think my kids have finally begun to grasp the concept of… “Welp, these are the people who will be in my life forever… And I’m slowly becoming okay with that.”

I have seen more compassion vs. taunting, comraderie vs. devil’s advocate, helpfulness vs. pestering, and acts of kindness from the heart without the obvious and immediate agenda for something in return. I’ve even witnessed the change from hitting, pushing, wrestling to laying (close enough to touch) side-by-side for movie night and affectionate shoulder squeezes during game night (well… accompanied by the wrestling of course). It is encouraging to see healthy positive touch among siblings!

All-in-all, I’m hopeful that soon I will regain my voice as merely an adult woman… Not the stressed out mom hollering at her kids all day.

They sure are beautiful blessings!

Oh the rose bud… Quaint and pretty. A pleasure to observe in the morning. But soon the rose matures and opens its glorious petals to reveal magnificence, beauty, humility with an aire of prestige. So is the child to the keen observer…. Pleasant at first, but once it blossoms into the creature God intended, all shall marvel at its unique and heightened beauty.

Oh the anticipation as my three roses take main stage in the performance… The “opening” ceremony to display their personal specs of color!

Learn from Lambs

It is fascinating to watch children play… To see the diversity in their developmental levels. The four year olds’ deliberate steps in digging holes and building sand castles… The seven year olds’ conversations in horse talk. A nine year old discovering the joys of being near the opposite sex. A ten year old not ready to admit there’s something different in his time with girls versus boys. All so different… But all so…. Present in the here-and-now. We can learn from kids living in the moment!

Play it like a boss

Trust the higher power and the inexplicable messages you may or may not want revealed. The “universe” is willing to give you clues to let you know you are in the flow. It all works out.

Women… We take control of our lives! We play it like a boss. We are strong multi-taskers who have unimaginable amounts of love!

Replenish. Refill. Remind yourself that you are amazing!

Keep playing it like a boss!!!

A new birth day

One more year behind me and another on its way.

The bright blue sky above brings hope for the day.

The last few years have been filled with inferiority, turmoil, and strife.

But a new day is dawning. Time to create a new adventure in life.

So here’s to the pain that made me stronger. The honest talks that made me wonder.

Here’s to the negative self-talk I’ll have no longer. To my heart in all its blunder.

Cheers to new friends and old and all the laughter they bring. To feeling worthy of being someone’s first choice.

Cheers to my children and family who always make my heart sing. To my feminine empowerment… You WILL hear my voice!!

Happy Birth Day to Me!!!

Conversations with Mom

Mom: One of the biggest reasons I get sad when I think of your dad is because after 54 years of growing up together, I look back and see all the mountains we’ve climbed… But then realize when I look forward, I know I have to tackle these new mountains alone.

We’ve been through a lot of challenges. We lost everything in the fire after our wedding and had to start again. We lost everything after the tractor accident and had to start again. Around every turn was a new challenge. But you know something…

Whenever we’d be standing at the foot of a mountain and I’d be panicked wanting to give up… He’d put his arms around me, hold me really tight and say, “Honey, we’re gonna climb this together!”

Every time we’d struggle and want to give up, he’d wipe my tears and reach for my hand, “We’re in this together!”

And when we reached the top and could see over the other side, he’d hold me in the sunlight, kiss me, and say, “We did it! Together!”

Daughter, don’t settle! Find someone with a strong character who will hold you tight and climb the mountains with you.

Find someone like him.