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...
Falling Down the Stairs

Falling Down the Stairs

It was ridiculous, really. A mom would say, “I told you not to do that.” A mom would have said prior, “You are going to get hurt if you attempt to take that huge thing down the stairs.” But I would hear none of the motherly warnings in my mind. I was going to be efficient! So… I fell down the last half of my stairs.   Unfortunately, I was not alone and only moderately embarrassed. Nope. I had to fall down after my four kids, their three friends, and my good friend were downstairs — waiting on me. And not just any friend. This is my friend who always has it all together. She’s graceful. She’s efficient. She’s frugal. She’s stylish! I adore her. I figured that I was headed downstairs anyway (at the request of the kids to show the moms something), so I grabbed a large tote full of shoes and clothes that needed to go into storage in the basement. I was going down anyway, so I might as well make the most of my trip. Efficient Mom! (I could hear the applause.) Halfway down, my foot slipped on a step, and I fell hard. Shoes went flying out of the top of the tote.  My rear hurt quite a bit. My pride hurt the most. I could have cried. From the pain. From embarrassment. I didn’t dare cry in front of my friend, my four kids, and her three kids. No way. I sucked it up. I evaluated my pain and declared, “That’s going to hurt more tomorrow.” I was right. It hurt way more the next...
The Aching Heart

The Aching Heart

I don’t have many words lately. When I sit to write, I think about people near to me, and my heart twists and aches. I think about the number of people around me who are hurting by life, and I ache for them. My heart just aches. Words escape me. So many people are hurting.  The answer isn’t simply introducing them to Jesus. Most of them have a relationship with Jesus. But life has brought pain: grief, divorce, depression, adultery, abuse, neglect, anxiety, and fear. Their hurt is deep. I find that my words just won’t work. I can’t fix it.   So, I have been praying a lot for those who are hurting. Because God knows how to heal and bring them to wholeness. He will never leave them. For those of you who are deeply hurting: Be encouraged today, friend, that you are not alone. The journey you are on right now might be tough. You might be wondering when the road will get smooth again. You might be hurting today, feeling like you will never heal. You will. God won’t let you stay broken and hurt. Give God your hurt, so He can begin to heal your heart. I encourage you to reach out to others to find support and encouragement as well.   Through social media, I have been challenging people to act outside their comfort zones. I call it Daring Monday. (#daringmonday) I have dared people to do things like call a friend, write a letter, or buy a drink for a stranger at lunch. This week, I dared people to pray for someone. It isn’t hard...
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....
Warning: If You Have 2+ Children

Warning: If You Have 2+ Children

“You should have warned me,” was the remark from a friend who had given birth to her fourth child recently. She was in the grocery store, pushing her cart of groceries, distracted at every turn. Her older two walked beside her, the oldest trying to help with the younger kids. Her second child was touching everything he could, talking nonstop and saying, “Hey, Mom, look at this!” Her third child was in the basket of the cart squeezing the bread, handling the eggs, and moving food around. The fourth, a baby, lay in his carseat, making noise as babies do. My friend looked frazzled, as moms sometimes do when they walk through aisles of a store. Here’s the secret about what moms are trying to accomplish on a trip to the grocery store: 1. Buy food that will nourish the family. (Don’t get me started on how difficult that can be!) 2. Keep peace with the children. When you have more than one, it is quite possible that an argument will occur at some point in the shopping trip. 3. Keep the environment in the store as peaceful as possible and not disturb other shoppers. It can be a stressful time for moms. The glares and comments can be overwhelming. The comment from my friend took me off guard. “You should have warned me.” I didn’t have time to ask her what she meant by it. Her kids required her to keep moving. Mine did as well. I’m sure she was   thinking something like, “Get me out of here -quick!”     I am the mother of four. Currently,...
Surviving Pee, Poop, and Puke

Surviving Pee, Poop, and Puke

Surviving Pee, Poop, and Puke We were in a dimly-lit, quiet hospital room. Beautiful gifts lay around from the excited grandparents and friends who had visited. My dreams of having a little boy had come true, and I stood beside the crib, drinking in his handsome face. My husband joined me, leaning on the opposite side of the crib. The moment was pure joy. Suddenly, the two new parents, inexperienced and clueless, changed their first poopy diaper alone. I didn’t expect it when a beautiful sparkling stream of urine exploded from the baby, raised in a high arc out of the crib and onto the floor. My husband and I both took a step back, unsure of how to react at first. A split-second later, my mommy instincts kicked in and I used a clean diaper to catch the ceaseless stream. I cleaned up baby, changed his sheet, and cuddled him. If only I could have looked into the future about how many gross things would lay ahead. It was a mere two weeks later. My brother set up my living room with his professional equipment to photograph our new addition. It was the idea of someone to have the new daddy hold his naked baby on his bare arm for a perfect naked-baby-picture. In the middle of taking pictures, my beautiful new baby had rocket poop blast out and onto his daddy’s arm, shirt, and the backdrop. My poor husband, the new daddy, almost dropped our new little baby, because the event shocked and disgusted him. It wasn’t our first or last experience with such grossness. We added...