Most people in the world around me look at Sunday as a day off, a time to relax. Not so for us! But we knew that as we accepted the call to be a pastors family so long ago! Simplicity is what we try to embrace every Sunday
But for THAT. Very reason is why I don’t blog on Sundays! On any given day of the week it is less stressful. So that being said while ALMOST ALL of my amazing blogging friends either wrote yesterday or had a blog post already set up to post, I have chosen to write the day after. As we reflected on Christ pretty much all week….as we celebrated Passover, then to Good Friday then all through the weekend, the one thing I cherished most was SIMPLICITY! And isn’t that so true about the gospel.
I think it struck the most yesterday as the two youngest and I waited in my husbands office while everyone was at sunrise service held at a local lake! Little bean is finishing up his first year as an AWANA Cubbie, and one of their first verse they learn is “God loved us and sent his Son”. Pure and simple! So as we sat in there he pulled book after book off of my husbands shelves and said…..”God loved us and sent His Son”. Every book said that according to him! But those books all predominantly carried that message. That was THE. Message of the day. It ends in a victory over the grave. It ends with Jesus fulfilling prophecies
One man was sent to seek and save the lost! He was born in a manger…….lived his life with one passion……died for that passion…….had victory over death for that passion…..And lives! That passion is US! We are the reason He came, lived, died…and rose again!
No Easter bunny
No candy
No baskets
No eggs
No planting jelly beans
No new outfits
No toys…….
These things aren’t bad….not at all.
But are they robbing us of the simplicity?
We do some of the things above. I’m not saying we shouldn’t . I am saying that we in all of our humanness complicate things. We are called to be like children….simple faith. I picture little bean sitting on Jesus’ knee saying with promise filled eyes “God loved us and sent His Son”
It was a mom’s conference held this past weekend in Corning NY.
BUT, my hope journey doesn’t start there. It actually started a little over a year ago, when I was one of 26.000 people who downloaded Hope For The Weary Mom for free! Earlier that fall it became very clear that our life was changing. Our then four year old son took a nosedive…in pretty much everything. It was a super dark time! We kept his issues a secret for as long as we could, we felt so defeated.
I as a mom felt like I was failing in every area…everything felt as though I was literally one half step from the looney bin!
So one night an offer came across my FB newsfeed about this great new ebook that was free for the first two dayside of its launch week….I snagged my copy and moved on, but unlike all the others I didn’t forget…it sat on my iPad beckoning my name…calling me.
Jump ahead to January 2013. I again saw promptings come across my newsfeed about this online book club …GUESS WHAT BOOK! Yep you guessed it…HOPE FOR THE WEARY MOM! I was two weeks late in joining, but I caught up quickly. I’m not gonna lie, the book is hard! GOD REALLY DID MEET ME IN MY MESS!
On more than one occasion it got ugly…..I was broken, with guilt of a ton of things heaped on me. I was hearing a lot of “you caused this”. “Getting a label like this will ruin his life”. “It’s because he got this when he was a baby” “it’s all in your imagination”. “He doesn’t look like anything is wrong with him”. “Well he is always so good for me”.
I remember one day in particular, I was alone in the house, sun streaming through the windows of my living room. I sat cross-legged on the green well broken in very comfy couch, iPad in hand. Within minutes I was crying…and I mean all out, major ugly. It was at that very moment the Grace of God was enough. I knew that even if I couldn’t meet anyone else’s expectations because of the sacrifice of Jesus made on my behalf, I was good enough.
And through my brokenness, my weakness, I started looking at my circumstances differently. I took a stand for my son and I have chosen to fight for him.
Fast forward to September. Just before another conference I became aware of Raising Generations today….I loved what it stood for! And then I met September,…September McCarthy that is! I heard her heart. I saw her passion and spark, was lit!
My fantastic hubby okay-ed the conference and when I found out that Stacey Thacker and Brooke McGlothlin were both going to do workshops at RGT I was over the moon excited! Not because they are authors but because they were so real in their book that you felt as though you have been best friends forever!
Again let’s fast forward to two weeks before the conference. All of a sudden I became very emotional….not hormones this time people…I was excited yes, but as I look back I think God was making my heart tender. We dodged a babysitting issue. And then 3 days before the conference and it hit…this incredible fog. I couldn’t put two thoughts together to make any sense! I was dreading leaving…I had a TON of work to do before the conference. The kids didn’t want us to go…yeah my hubby came too! (That was the first time they ever objected to our going away) not that we go that often….we are talkin Christmas of 2012..and hubby and I had the stomach flu…THE ENTIRE TIME! (Hmmmmm). So on Friday I had to get the kids off to school, instructions for 2 sets of babysitters. Housework to complete, menu….food prep…all to leave by 9:45 ….we had Spa Appointments…hubby was treating me to my first manicure since my senior banquet in high school!
On the way our now 6 year old autistic son had a day off school. He screamed for the first 30 minutes of the trip. I nearly lost it and cancelled the whole trip. My hubby made me push forward. A quick stop at a favorite store of mine…..then a peaceful rest of the trip to catch my ride.
We walked Market street
We checked it.
I went to my nail appointment. Nope they told me 2:30. They put me in at 2:15. I guess I was supposed to get a reminder phone call, that didn’t happen! No appointment. I made it to my hotel room before I burst into tears. The problem was this. EXPECTATIONS. I had all these expectations. Expectations are good and all, but sometimes they can become idols! Silly ones at that. Perfection is the most unrealistic expectation we can have! Whether that be of someone else or ourselves.
There are a ton of expectations I had mostly for myself and you know what not one of them came true! Ironic right! So I went to dinner! AND again was blessed over and above. September spoke on the many faces of motherhood! The women who spoke in the mom panel were AMAZING! I won a prize! All that other stuff melted away. AND THEN……Shaun Groves led worship! PEACE! PEACE was the theme for my weekend! Despite knowing my 6 year old had gotten injured….I slept…PEACEFULLY!
Day two wasAMAZING! I met Stacey and Brooke! Stacey greeted me with a huge hug as though we really had been friends forever instead of a little less than a year…on FB! And then, the most amazing thing happened. I watch a small confrence room grow full…with all seats taken, these moms began to sit on the floor…they filled the floor……there were literally women standing in the hall straining to hear the hope they had to share! It blessed my heart to see I was not alone in my weariness! Again peace filled me! Abundant blessings…amazing testimonies! Joy, Hope, Grace….flooded the weekend….every nook and cranny!
Sometimes as moms we spend Sooooo much time feeding our families, whether in the physical or the spiritual, we forget to feed ourselves! So I encourage you take part in whatever you can! For as one of my professors said……”you can’t give what you don’t have”
I once knew a man named Andy. We worked together. He was the huge, scary type. You know the type…ex-military man who did crazy stuff, and though we worked in a Christian setting Andy didn’t know Jesus. Andy was, like me, a people watcher. One day Andy and I had a discussion it went something like this
ANDY- Why are you so different than everybody else here? As soon as someone finds out I’m not a believer they try to save me. But then I see how they treat other people. I see how they act and what they talk about. I hear them complain and act as though they are better than everyone else, but you, you’re different. You don’t try to change me. You treat others with respect…..( at this point my eyes kinda glazed over).
When he was finished, I mustered a thank you. I expressed that sometimes I fail. I didn’t have it all together and then I said that my words were not what I wanted to point to Jesus, but my life, my actions. My reLationship with Jesus was just beginning to blossom in such a way that I never had expected. The above conversation happened during the summer.
I had a lot of fun working that job during the summer but then came September……a whole new animal! I found myself working nearly 12 hour days, 5 days a week. I would start at 5 and get 10 minutes to eat breakfast at 8 and then work non-stop until 2:30 most days when I would get lunch….and then would clean up my stations and be done between 3;30 and 4. But because I could not drive I was stuck until sometimes 10 or 11 at night.
I struggled….A LOT! A few weeks in I got incredibly sick….they gave me one day off but then I had to be back in, but because the nature of that job I had to be put into a different facet until I was better. It wasn’t long after that I found out I was doing the jobs it took 3 people to do the year prior. During this time we believe I suffered a miscarriage! But because of insurance issues could not get an appointment. I was beginning to struggle mentally, physically, and emotionally. Then started the criticism by one of my fellow employees. She cricized everything I did…not fast enough, not good enough. “You need to do it this way” and at one point reemed me out in front of a HUGE. Group of people. I had bright spots! Like John and Andy who witnessed these things….john would sing, Sweet Mary sunshine, when he saw me, and one day the two guys standing cracking eggs at an amazing pace, said ” it’s time to welcome you to the family, hold out your hands”. I naively held out my hands in which they promptly squished two raw eggs.
They would utter words of encouragement in passing.
But then one day hubby didn’t have to work so he picked me up early. It was mid -October and I remember the setting sun, and sitting in the car, just sobbing. I was at the end of my rope. I poured out my heart in the midst of deep sobs. Finally as my bestest friend held me. He told me, ” as of October 31, you will be a stay -at -home wife. I never wanted you to go out to work anyway! Give your two week notice tomorrow!” I. Was. Floored.
The next two weeks Flew by. I had soooooo many friends I would miss! These men and women challenged me deeply. Including Old Chocolate Lips ( just writing that makes me smile). So the last day came……I hugged and said goodbye to everyone……I fought in my heart to not even acknowledge the one who had caused so much strife…..I didn’t want to, after all I wasn’t going to miss her…at all! But my feet moved in what felt like slow motion across the room. And in that same feeling I uttered “goodbye—-” and we hugged. She left and within a splint second I felt this strong grip on my arm asI Was whirled around to find, big scary Andy with tears in his eyes. “That,” he said “was the greatest act of Christian love I have ever seen”. And at that it was over! I was floored.
At this point I didn’t understand the ramifications.
It wasn’t until a year and a half later I was expecting our first baby when a friend from that job called. She told me she had a gift for us from Andy to drop off. I had no idea what it was. He had gone to the store and picked it all out, and she was going to pick it up for him and drop it off. Well the day came she dropped it off. What was it…a CRIB…..AND THE MATTERESS, AND CRIB SHEETS. It was beautiful. And for 6 years that crib served as an everyday reminder to first pray for Andy and his relationship with Jesus and secondly the cost of my actions and how I treat people.
Now I say all of this not to build me up…..remember I didn’t want to. I fought it! And I am guilty as is everyone else of this everyday hypocrisy. It’s all around us. My most recent encounter was this weekend I sat at a table with a mom who went on and on about why she chose to not do something involving her kids…she vented about how people judged her because she opted out of this. And in the very next breath she ranted about those who did choose this option for their kids thus judging them…”how could they possibly do this to them”
I have been told that listening to specifics types of Christian music because it wasn’t God honoring all while the person had on music that gloried getting drunk and cheating on ones spouse.
I have been taught that you should be in church every time the door is open…but only if you are not too tired, too late, don’t feel like it…and the list goes on and on and on.
And a few months ago I wrote a blog post about pet peeves and how we don’t have the right to air them as we please and not two weeks ago in expressing frustration those two ugly little words came spilling out my mouth and of course hubby was there to remind me of what I had written! Ugh don’t you hate that! I tried to defend myself but it was useless he was right.
How many times as parents do we say. “You shouldn’t watch that because…….” fill in any number of not so good things and then as soon as the kids are in bed we pop in something that is worse.
Or we take a stand on something that God’s word talks about…say cheating on your spouse, and then our post on Facebook goes something like this “can’t wait for the season premiere of……..” Insert whichever show fits your fancy that has sexual immorality laced throughout it.
This is the very type of everyday hypocrisy Andy was talking about. It was THOSE very things that kept him from wanting what others claimed they had….and insisted he needed. The thing is he already had all those things.
I was told going into the job “you need to watch out for Andy. He will chew you up and spit you out. That’s what happens to all the newbies”.
You know that the little people in our homes are exactly the same way…..I love them for it too. It keeps my swelled head mostly deflated ” Well mom you say that”. Said one child after being reprimmanded for saying “oh poop” Point taken!
Today there are estimated 27 Million million sex and labor slaves across the world.
Girls are being kidnapped and family members are selling loved ones into this detestable life!
That’s astronomical….THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE!
That is roughly 100,000 more people than THE ENTIRE STATE OF TEXAS!
So here’s what I am doing….
I’m sharing this…… End it
I did this…..
A red x on your hand shows support for thos 27 million who are suffering in unimaginable situation. It serves as a visible reminder to pray for those whose lives have been stolen from them!
Secondly I want to share with you the project that Worship leaders Matt and Beth Redman along with LZ7 have been working on….Today February 27, 2014 marks the release date of the co-work entitled 27 million that shares the true story of a young girl in the human trafficking industry. I encourage you to go to iTunes and download this song! It’s powerful!
The Redmans are working with an organization called A21 which not only works to prosecute traffickers but also works to rehabilitate the girls rescued for these horrifying situations! Won’t you show your support by purchasing this song, and be bold, put that red X on your hand!
(Come on!)
{It astounds me that not only does human trafficking exist on the earth today, but there are actually more slaves than there have ever been before in the history of humanity. Its almost incomprehensible.}
See what the worlds done?
Came to London, she’s a nothing, a no one, shes undone.
Broken dreams, stolen freedom,
trapped in the night, trafficked and beaten.
All a part of an evil economy, nothing more than someones commodity…
A precious being, like you and me, a daughter, a sister, a somebody!
She was drawn by the bright lights,
she was tied up in their lights,
she worked right through the daylight,
no voice, shes a slave to the night.
27 million, like me.
(That’s 27 million on this cruel journey!)
(I wanna see you jumping! Go!)
We’ve got to rise up, open our eyes up!
Be her voice, be her freedom,
come on, stand up! x4
(Rise up! x2)
(Stand up!)
After the man left, she’s nothing left,
no one, no love, no one to call her friend.
She’s stuck in the pit of hell, she’s almost sick from the smell.
She’s numb, she’s dead from the inside out,
her heart is screaming but you don’t hear the shout.
Who’s the voice? Who’s going to break the door down?
Who wakes her up from the nightmare now?
She was drawn by the bright lights,
she was tied up in their lights,
she worked right through the daylight,
no voice, shes a slave to the night.
27 million, like me.
(That’s 27 million that need Heavens mercy!)
(Let’s go!)
We’ve got to rise up, open our eyes up!
Be her voice, be her freedom,
come on, stand up! x4
(Stand up!)
(Rise up! x2)
27 million, are you joking?
How do we let evil get so tight a grip?
Watching while the world falls apart, how do we let this stuff begin?
We’re not bothered if this offends, cause you got people that can defend.
But they aint got that, they got nothing.
Sometimes you gotta stand for something,
let this be the stand that gets your blood running!
Little girl don’t cry,
let me dry your eyes
in the darkest night.
(You’re not alone.)
Hold on through the storm,
you’re not on your own,
hold on, love will come.
(Let me hear you sing!)
We’ve got to rise up, open our eyes up!
Be her voice, be her freedom,
come on, stand up! x8
(Come on, stand up, stand up!!)
(Rise up! x4)
(27 Million, like me. x2)
(Come on, stand up, stand up!!)
Read more: Matt Redman – Twenty Seven Million Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Labels, let’s talk about them…..and I’m not referring to the ones sewn to the inside of our clothes. I’m referring to the things we (or the world around us ) puts on us to try to define who we are. The reason for this post in to answer MANY questions we have been bombarded with about our son and his Autism diagnosis. We have been told that labeling him is a detriment to his future…..he will never be able to……. You fill in the blank because we have heard it all!
So let’s talk about labels. Labels have been around pretty much since the beginning of time. Labels are out traits, our ethnicity, our flaws. Let’s take the simplest HAIR COLOR.
We have three basic hair colors.
Blond
Brunette
Ginger (or red)
Scientists debate on the existence of black hair or if it just ranges of browns….so for the case of this example we will just deal with the three mentioned above. Now before I go any further I want you to understand that the labels I’m about to discuss are NOT My personal views but the views we in our culture seem to want to cultivate!
BLONDS- this seems to be the biggest label. We say things like “I had a blond moment”. We tell blond jokes. Even blonds embrace it and insist that “blonds have more fun” . We talk about the stupidity, lack of common sense, ditsy, space cadet and the list goes on and on and on……BUT. That is not true. I know more intelligent, bright blonds! I like my brother in law’s perspective on being a blond (he is one of those smart blonds I know) . He says “being blond is a hair color, inot a state of mind! ” isn’t that the truth. I know far more ditsy brunettes that blonds!
GINGERS (or Red). Now this is the second most highly labeled hair color. Red heads are believed to possess a mean streak. They are said to have anger problems….and are teased relentlessly. This was even more promoted by the Movie Problem Child! Now I think you can all tell by the pictures on the side bar that my dear hubby is a red head! I have friends who are red heads and not a single one fit the bill! They were all quiet, meek in spirit and a sweet personality!
BRUNETTES- this struck me as kind of funny! Mostly because I am one. It took some research to really figure out what negative stereotypes were tied with my group….so here were two……IMAGINELESS and UNTRUSTWORTHY. whoa…those two things don’t define any brunette I know. Untrustworthy in and of itself describes a fallen world, not a hair color.!
So I think it’s safe to say that those labels are pretty much inaccurate ! What about another popular labe?
Young and old. As of right now I’m caught somewhere in between, some days I feel young while other days I feel as though I have the knees of a 70 year old.
My point in all of this is to say that I don’t know anyone who says….well this is what the world thinks of me because I’m a brunette so I’m going to act this way! And I most certainly know plenty of young people who act wise beyond their years and older people who aren’t. And I know plenty of retired people who are busier and embrace change better than those who are younger, thinking they should be retired and do nothing, and insist on things being the way they used to!
Everyday all around us I watch people defy their labels. That 101 year old who still shovels his own walk. The blonde nuclear chemist. The Moabite woman who left her heathen country to follow after God! The blind girl who writes reads, crafts, and takes care of her family, the little autistic boy who is learning self control and reading.
Who cares if he ever has a government job. That doesn’t define his life…that’s just another label! Because I have a disability doesn’t mean my life is over! My quality of life is not based on what I can and cannot do. It’s about what I make of it. It’s about serving God and impacting lives! What most people don’t realize is that Edison, Einstien, Mozart and many othe”geniuses” Show signs of being autistic. I want my kids to be the best Tornado, Lady Bug, Weasel and Little Bean they can be. Not the best blondes and brunettes they can be. I don’t want them to grow up to be just like me, I want them to grow past me. Not the best soccer players, not the best artists or musicians. I want them to glorify God in who he created them to be….He created them to be far more than artistic, autistic, blind, or brunette. He created them to be His Children….no matter what they have or don’t have.
So my question to you is this…what labels do you need to defy? What are you saying they can’t do this because…….?
Or I can’t do this because…….?
Let me end with this verse
Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through him who strengthens me.
