Why I Quit Pinterest

Why I Quit Pinterest

 Scads of women are addicted to it. I have been drawn into its magnetic force as well. It is a powerful thing. Pinterest. It is so much fun to browse through the pages and pages and pages of Pinterest, letting your imagination go wild with ideas and dreams. I can easily go into creativity overload if I’m not careful. Pinterest is wonderful for inspiring, generating ideas, and making me giggle. However, there is a dark side of Pinterest. At the root, Pinterest can bring jealousy, discontentment, greed, and covetousness. I said enough. So, I quit. I quit looking at the beautiful pictures of homes on Pinterest. I quit looking at other moms through the computer screen and allowing jealousy to sit in my heart. Rather, I saw them as Christ sees them: a mother who may be struggling just like me. I quit wishing my home was different. I work hard to keep it clean and tidy. I work hard to do laundry for six people. I work hard to wash dishes and cook meals. I work hard to make my home a place of safety and happiness. I quit comparing my life and what I have with the skewed image of Pinterest (or magazines). I quit reading blogs that were dragging me down. They may have had humor, but there was enough negativity about motherhood that I couldn’t partake in that anymore. I don’t have room for negativity.  And please don’t think that I have just turned my back on the joy and limitless resources that Pinterest offers. I love it for helping me plan birthday parties and come...

The 17-year Cicada

My kids love cicadas. LOVE THEM. They were screaming with GLEE when they discovered the 17-year-cicada in the woods yesterday. Have you seen them? They are pretty cool.   They have been hibernating underground for 17 years. So, you can literally see hundreds of holes where they have emerged. Do you wonder if they go into hibernation and question, “Why are we doing this?” Probably not. I think they trust their instincts. After 17 years in hibernation, they emerge, shed their shells (that litter the woods), and go to work eating sap. God’s creation is pretty cool. Despite our crazy rain, the kids and I have been getting out and enjoying nature. The kids are glad for new rainboots, which I have put off buying in the past. Because I don’t like to buy things we don’t need or won’t use. With the daily rain lately, I figured it was time for rainboots. And my kids are breaking them in well. Have you seen the cicadas yet? I found this article that will explain more about the...
When You Have a Bad Swing

When You Have a Bad Swing

Here’s the Scene: Baseball Tournament Third game of the day. Last inning of the game. We were down by one run, with a runner on base. Two outs. Two strikes. My 7-year-old was battling at the plate. I cheered for him: “Come on, Bud!” (clap, clap) “You know what to do,” I whispered, as I usually do. I watched as he spun the bat around, preparing for the pitch to come his way. He set. He was ready.   In my life, I don’t always feel overly prepared for the battles at the plate. Often, I feel blindsided by them. I feel like I’m swinging my bat around, just messing around. All of a sudden, a pitch comes, and I’m wildly unprepared. I drop my hands, wait too long, swing like crazy, and I’m left with either a strike or a foul ball. As my husband would say, “That’s a terrible swing. You have a lot of work to do.” My husband knows baseball. If he says you’re doing it wrong, then you probably are. There’s no reason to take offense to what he says. He just knows he can help you make it better, if you listen to him. Did you get that last part? IF YOU LISTEN. The definition for listen is: “1.give one’s attention to a sound // 2.take notice of and act on what someone says.” Listening isn’t just to hear what someone said. Listening involves ACTING on what they said! When I tell my kids to listen, I don’t want them just to hear me. I want them to do something as well! 2 Chronicles...
The Second Snake

The Second Snake

The Second Snake My younger son is five. He isn’t afraid to pick up anything. Anything. His older brother knows that little brother will pick up and touch anything, so we often hear, “Hey, dude! Come and pick this up!” I recently ushered my kids out the door into the garage to play. I opened the garage door so they could start pulling out bikes and toys. I went inside to brush my teeth and get some shoes on so I could join them. In the middle of brushing my teeth, my older son came inside yelling about how I had to come outside. “Right now, Mom.” His voice told me he was serious. He talked on: “There’s a snake, Mom. In the garage!” I went on high-alert. In the garage. A snake. Great. I brushed my teeth quickly, put on shoes that covered my toes (very important when a snake is nearby, I learned from experience). I prepared myself mentally. I was going to have to catch another snake. I went through in my head what needed to be done. My heart rate increased. My mind was racing about the steps I was going to take next. All of that was dissolved the moment I opened the door to the garage. My five year old stood at the door, holding his arm up, with a snake dangling from his hand. The mix of emotion was bizarre. Pride mixed with fear mixed with relief. I was proud of him for doing such a crazy, scary thing. He was never scared. He knew how to handle snakes because he listened...
Never Want to Miss a Thing

Never Want to Miss a Thing

Never Want to Miss a Thing Baseball season has begun. That means, spring is really here, and summer is right around the corner! That means this mama’s hard work of pitching, throwing, and catching many many many balls with my kids will pay off on the field. I love helping my kids practice and improve. My oldest son had his first baseball game of the season last night. It was a beautiful day in Kansas — cloudy but warm. It was a fun game, with my son playing catcher and third base. He even hit a home run! It was a great start to his season! A friend of mine has a son just a year older than mine. He had his opening game last night as well (and played great). His brother was sick, so his mom stayed home with the sick one, while his dad was at the game. His mom was bummed to miss seeing her son play, which is understandable. She’s been a dedicated baseball mom for many years! She doesn’t want to miss anything her kids are involved in. I was praying for her this morning, and God brought something to my attention: God doesn’t want to miss anything either. I literally had to pause what I was doing to think about that. God is a Father. He takes joy in seeing us practice, learn, and grow. When we hurt, He hurts with us. When we rejoice, He’s there, cheering us on. Through the good and the bad, God the Father doesn’t want to miss any of it.  Psalm 139 says, “1 You have searched...
To You, Mama

To You, Mama

To You, Mom: I want to talk to the Mamas out there. You know who you are. You feel like a failure. Yes, you. I see you. You’re holding back tears, trying to fold laundry, remembering that the kids need to be fed, and feeling overwhelmed. I see you. God sees you. You are not alone. Your value is not in completing to-do lists, or money, or well-behaved children. Your value is found in Christ. And He sees you as a beautiful daughter, full of life and joy. Christ sees you as complete, because He made you complete. Colossians 3:23 says, “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters.” Whatever you do. Everything you do. Do it for Christ. And He sees it ALL. Cleaning toilets. Washing allllllllll those clothes. Sweeping floors. Wiping bottoms. Feeding mouths. Reading books. Washing dishes. Do it ALL for Christ. I had a day recently when I felt invisible — flat-out worthless. No one was listening. No one was picking up their messes. I was behind with laundry AND dishes. I watched my kids play, and I wanted to join in, but I held myself back. I felt my joy deplete as I thought about my mound of To-Do. It felt like that mound was going to swallow me up. I regret my attitude that day. I missed out. I resolved not to miss out again. My attitude changed, and today, while I felt overwhelmed at times, I stayed focused on Christ and working for Him. So, friend, I know where you are. It hurts....