Expectations.

I expect a lot of my kid – I have since she was in the womb. She had to be tough, because there wasn’t much room in there. The last month or so of my pregnancy, her head stayed in my ribcage pretty much the whole time. They tried to make her turn, but there was just no room. Her poor little head kept getting stuck. I have said since she was born that I honestly think that’s why she had so much neck strength from the get go – she was used to constantly fighting for room. Almost immediately, my sweet girl realized she much preferred sitting up to laying back. She would get so very angry if you tried to cradle her, you know, like a baby. She also didn’t care for being rocked or cuddled too much. We gave up trying to use the rocking chair a few months in, it almost seemed to over-stimulate her rather than calm her down. She is just now getting to where she wants to cuddle for short periods of time, but still mostly just when she’s sick (or when she wants something.) She’s been miss independent for her whole almost year and a half of life. Maybe it was partly because of how big she acted from the beginning, but I’ve always had great expectations for my child.

This got me in trouble a little bit when we were in the newborn stages. The hormones and the lack of sleep made me a super unhappy person. I would get so frustrated with my poor baby when she wouldn’t go back to sleep, or seemed to be crying for no reason. I just wanted this tiny thing who needed me for everything to be able to self-regulate and self-soothe. I wanted her to just know how to do things that tiny babies really don’t know how to do.

I worked with kids for about ten years, and several of those years were spent with one year olds specifically. I learned a great deal about children and their development over those years. The biggest thing I think I learned? They are capable of so much more than we think, and expectation is everything. I would have a giant pile of money if I had a dollar for every time a parent asked, “how did you get him/ her to do that?!” Teaching a child to do something, anticipating that they will actually do it, and offering help when needed is all I ever did. Kids learn really quickly what it is you expect of them, and for the most part, they’re people-pleasers; they just want to do a good job.

For this reason, I expect quite a lot from my kid. And, for the most part, this has worked for us so far. Her mind amazes me all the time. She knows exactly what I’m saying to her. She can walk from one end of the house to the other to throw something away or put dirty clothes in the laundry basket. She can push her basket of clean clothes from the laundry room down the hall to her room. She can go get a specific book I ask for off the shelf, or a specific toy out of her bin. She can ask me to do things, like help, open her Easter egg (she’s still obsessed with these, months after Easter), pick her up, or go “that way”. She can tell me what she wants to eat (which currently is some combination of doughnuts, yogurt, bread, crackers, and prunes [yeah, I don’t know].) She knows so so many words that I’ve lost count. And she hears and repeats EVERYTHING.

My child is also my child, however, and we often have a battle of wills. After being sick for a week recently, she has been winning these battles, simply because getting her to eat or drink or do anything was a struggle. Now that she feels better, setting these boundaries again has been so hard. She really likes to test boundaries. I feel like I keep having to pray for patience, just to have enough to show her how to be patient. She really can push my buttons.

I think sometimes people think I’m too hard on my kid, that I’m not letting her be a baby. I’ll admit, it’s harder than I thought it would be with my own. Part of me wants her to stay a tiny squish for as long as possible. Another part of me, however, sees a toddler who, if left unchecked, could easily turn into the poster child for terrible twos. Yes, I want her to stay little, but I also want to set expectations now for how she should act – at some point, it will be too late.

Another thing I learned during my time with all those kiddos? Children thrive in routines. Again, I think it’s an expectation thing – if they know what’s expected and what’s going to happen next, there’s a comfort there. Another thing I’m not great at with my own stinking kid? Routines. I mean, we have a loose schedule, but it usually gets thrown off by something – a work phone call, a tantrum-throwing toddler who refuses to eat anything but yogurt, a lunch out with friends or family, or something. I keep telling myself that even if we keep the schedule a few times a week, it will stay familiar enough to be routine… but the planner and micromanager in me stays pretty anxious about it all the time.

My poor kid. She’ll either be super smart and a thoughtful, caring human being… or be scarred for life.

Content.

This is the current journal I’m using for my daily bible devotions. Literally every day the cover makes me stop and think. I am grateful. No matter what life throws at me, no matter what the day brings, I am thankful. Sometimes, I just need a reminder.

Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. Philippians 4:11

That is the first verse I wrote out in this journal, on a day when I really needed it:

“Before I even sat down to write this morning, [my boss] called and needed me to take a check to the office in Lexington, and to run a personal errand for him while I was there. It’s days like this that really stress me out. I had already decided that I could get some background stuff done today on the computer and stay in my leggings… not happening now. I was really upset after that phone call. But then I picked up this brand new journal and on the very front was a reminder to be thankful. And then, Jim’s devotion was from this verse in Philippians… okay, I get it.

First of all, I need to be thankful that I have a job that allows me to make a little extra money for my family. And as much as I get flustered with my job sometimes, [my bosses] have been very flexible with my schedule and me taking time off for baby girl. I’m gaining valuable experience, and they trust me to do what needs to be done. It’s definitely not the worst gig in the world – most days, I can stay in my pajamas if I want, and I can plan my work around caring for my child.

Also, it shouldn’t matter what the day throws at me, I should be more like Paul. If my focus is on the eternal, then I can be content in whatever. What better opportunity than today to live that out? It’s easy to say I’m content when I can stay at home in my leggings all day, because that’s what I want to do. But, can I really put it into practice when things aren’t going the way I want or planned? I want to be so focused on God that I use whatever the world throws at me for His purpose and as an opportunity to live for Him. Lord, help me see things this way!”

Home.

I have so many memories of breaking beans with my granny in this house, and this morning I broke beans with my baby girl in the same kitchen. Three generations have passed from my granny’s, and we’re still doing the same thing. I love how God gives us just enough continuity to be able to deal with the change that life throws at us. I also love the memories evoked by living in this house. It may look different now, but it feels the same. It feels like home. Every now and then, I have a familiar feeling rush over me as I walk through the house, and I’m five years old again. I’m spending my Friday night at my granny’s house. I’m here for Thanksgiving dinner. I’m just sitting with her and breaking beans (which I probably didn’t appreciate as a kid…)

As a married couple, we’ve lived in several different places, but none have felt so much like home to me as this house does. The sounds of birds and smells of the flowers in the yard are familiar. My heart is at rest here. I was so unsure about taking on this house. Every time I walked in after granny passed away, I cried. I couldn’t imagine living in this place that made me so sad. But, as time passed, I started to see it in a new light. The sadness turned to fondness, and with the promise of major changes to the inside aesthetic, I finally agreed that this house might make the best home for us. I’m so very glad that my heart finally caught up with my head, because this is home. This is a place that I can share memories with my family, just like I’ve always done here.

Joy in sickness.

Husband bragging time again! This happened one Saturday in March, and it still makes me smile to think about.


Yesterday, I had a terrible allergy attack. I hadn’t had one like that in a long time. This morning, I woke up with a headache. The longer I was up, the worse I felt. I got baby girl some breakfast, put her in her high chair, and laid down on the couch. I felt so sick to my stomach. I felt bad, but I ended up going in to wake up Hubby to take care of baby girl. He is so sweet. He sat with her while she finished breakfast, then took her to her room to play and shut the door so that I could take a nap. He got her dressed, changed a poopy diaper, and played with her. She was almost out of diapers, so he packed her up, and they went to the store. While they were gone, I ended up getting sick, but after that I was able to lay down and take a good nap. Hubby said he and baby girl had a leisurely stroll around the grocery store, that he was trying to give me as much time as possible to nap. They also came back with cupcakes for me. I have the sweetest husband, and baby girl loved her daddy time. My heart is so full ❤


I get headaches a lot. I’ve never been formally diagnosed by a physician, but I know they are migraines. My mom gets them, and I know I do too. I have the symptoms – sensitivity to light and sound, I see flashes of light usually a few hours before one manifests, and the pain is just awful. The nausea and vomiting thing only started after I got pregnant with baby girl. I’ve never been tested, but after paying attention to when they start, I’ve identified a few predictable triggers: if I eat cured meat with nitrites or nitrates (like a lot of lunch meat, sausage, and hot dogs), what I’m assuming is a hormonal trigger – always around my period and sometimes others times my hormones are out of whack (like after I had baby girl and when I weaned her from breastfeeding), and allergies or sinuses. All of these things are potential triggers, and if left unchecked, can quickly spiral into a migraine for me.

It’s also funny how long I’ve actually dealt with it. As a kid, I thought everyone had headaches. As I said, my mom has them, I did, and I was just always around people who did. By the time I was in elementary school, I had already learned to just live with them. But, one time my friend got a headache while she was sleeping over at my house and I think she thought she was dying. She told me she had never had one before, and that just astounded me. A few years ago, I came across a little diary I had from when I was a preteen [told you I’ve been writing forever!] In it, I talked about one night where I couldn’t finish my dinner because my head was hurting so bad. I said that I went to my room, turned off all the lights, and went to sleep. In another entry, I talked about having a similar headache while on vacation. When I read that, I realized I have had migraines for way longer than I initially realized.

Even with all of my documenting and identifying, I still haven’t come up with any “miracle fix” for migraines. I usually take Excedrin and heat up a sock filled with rice to lay on my head. I still find that sleep is usually the best medicine, if I can get comfortable enough to fall asleep in the first place. But, with a toddler, that’s not always an option anymore. Any fellow migraine sufferers out there? How do you deal?

Works.

In going through some of my previous bible devotions, I found this that I wrote in March. It reminded me that I already had a heart project going on when I decided to I would finally obey and start this blog… a heart project I had started to forget about in the anxiety of publishing my words.


You believe God is One; you do well. Even the demons believe – and shudder! Do you want to be shown, you foolish person, that faith apart from works is useless?

James 2:19&20

This passage always gets me, and makes me think of The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis (such a good book if you haven’t read it!) Satan himself knows that Jesus is the Son of God, that’s why he attacks us so. Evil in the purest form believes in the one true God, so when people say they believe in God, it’s not really much of a thing to say. We are called to live our lives like we believe in God. That belief should be causing us to act in some way or another.

Where I get tripped up is that when I see the word “works” in this passage, I think I need to be out in the street feeding the hungry or teaching orphans in Africa – and if that is what God lays on my heart, then by all means, I should. However, I forget that it also just means action. How am I living differently than I would otherwise because I believe? Do I have a joy that the world can’t take away? Do I see God as Lord of all, and therefore use my time to praise His name? Do I take comfort that His plan is better when something’s not going the way I think it should? Do I use the talents and abilities He has given me to glorify Him in my day to day life? “Works” aren’t just these grandiose gestures that I usually think of, they are faith in action in our everyday lives. It’s living like we believe, not just saying we do.

Lately, after feeling like I’m not giving God my absolute all, I’ve been praying for Him to show me what I’m holding back. I think I assumed it was one big thing I was holding on to, but He’s been showing me all sorts of little daily things that I keep forgetting to hand over. My work is definitely one of these things, but it has been even smaller aspects like [Baby Girl’s] sleeping habits and what we’re going to have for dinner. I think I just assume that these things are too small for God to waste His time with, and that I can handle them myself. However, these small things are the very things satan uses to get in my head, to tell me I’m not good enough. So, they are definitely things I should be handing over to God, because He wants it all – even the [maybe not so] little things.


I’ve gotten distracted lately by focusing on giving God this big thing (my blog), and have forgotten once again to hand over every seemingly minute aspect of my life. Because of this, I can once again feel satan wedging in, using these tiny worries I have to give me big anxieties and insecurities. I can tell that I’m not giving God my all, only a small, specific portion of my life that I have divided out just for Him. This is a scary realization, and I pray that He makes me more aware of the times I try to “go it alone.”

Beginning.

I wrote this at the beginning of March, and I just love everything about it. It needs to be shared with you all:


But I do not account my life of any value nor as precious to myself, if only I may finish my course and the ministry I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God.

Acts 20:24

I had to look up the verses around this one to really understand what was going on. Paul is talking to Ephesian leaders about his life. He says he doesn’t always know where the Holy Spirit is going to lead him, but he can be sure that he will most likely face some sort of adversity, persecution, or physical harm. But to him it’s worth it. His physical being, he realizes, is not as important as the task God has charged him with. So, even if he is facing trials, he is happy to do it.

IT’S NOT ABOUT ME.

My poor, tired, teething baby. I feel you, girl.

I sat down to do this devotion yesterday, and immediately the baby woke up from her nap. She’s got four teeth coming in, and we’ve been working on changing her schedule. For the past three nights, she has whined in her sleep all night – so mama hasn’t gotten much sleep. Work is kind of busy, and I’ve had this lingering abdominal pain since Sunday that just doesn’t want to seem to go away. I feel like I’m being pulled in so many different directions. As soon as I feel like I’ve got one thing under control, something else happens. I typed out a quick note on my phone this morning to address these complaints. At the end, however, I realized that by being bogged down by everything going on and everything I “have to” do, I was missing out on God’s plan for my day. Yes, He can help me take care of all that stuff (or show me that it’s not actually that important), but He can also give me opportunities to love those around me, to talk to someone who is lonely, or to be in the right place at the right time. It’s not about my to-do list, it’s about God’s will.

For this devotion, Jim used a quote from Oswald Chambers. I’m not going to write it out – BUT IT’S SO GOOD – but the gist of it is this: it’s easier to “live for God” on our own terms without actually consulting God. We can do “Christian-like” things that we’re comfortable with, without questioning if it is in fact what God has actually put on our hearts to do. Jim says, “if we choose to never hear Him, we will never find the true life of a disciple.” [Link to mentioned devotion and quotes here.]

This steps on my toes for two reasons: 1) My to-do list? Not that important after all. 2) What is God calling me to really do? Well, sometimes I find that tricky to discern. God made me a mother, and I feel like that’s the very most direct way we can follow the great commission: as parents, we are making disciples of our children; it’s hard and important work. Also, lately I’ve followed a blogger on Facebook. She posts inspirational, real, and sometimes funny things about motherhood, being a woman, and following Jesus. I’ve always loved to journal, and it’s definitely the most eloquent way I can get my thoughts down – I’m a terrible speaker, even in everyday conversation. I’ve also been reading The Magnolia Journal and the Gaines’ books. Joanna is all about living purposefully and authentically, and it really speaks to me. I’ve started to feel a little nudge; okay, so, I’ve actually heard the word, “words,” spoken to me while praying for God to show me how to use my talents for His purpose.


I remember writing this out, and my heart was racing. I had never spoken out loud that nudge I had been feeling, much less even written it down. The fact that I wrote it out, acknowledged it, made it seem so much more real, and so much more frightening. Of course, God knew that I knew before that. He knew that I was, and still am, scared. But, He also knows the great things He can accomplish through me if I just get out of the way. That is so very comforting.

The new old me.

You know, it’s so funny how we forget things we once knew. I used to have a livejournal… does anyone remember those? I can’t find the one I had in high school… at the moment I can’t even remember what it was called. But, I created a more “grownup” account when I was in college. I got an email from livejournal the other day, reminding me that it was almost my husband’s birthday (he was literally the only follower I had on that account, because he used to be a loser who had a livejournal as well.) I clicked on my account last night from that email and ended up reading my own words for over an hour. I was astounded by how much my outlook on life has changed, how much my writing style has changed, and how much my struggles haven’t really changed. My jaw dropped when I read this from 2013!

Anyway. I really do want to write in here.. or somewhere. I read all these blogs and things that are linked through pins on Pinterest, and I always think, “I would love to keep up a blog like that!” Something inspirational with helpful life tips, things I’ve learned along the way, encouragement for those who need it, etc. I really, really want to. What else do I want to do? Let me tell you: I want to have a job where I can make money from home.. specifically an editing job would be perfect. Where I get to translate a little French? Even better. I want to get pregnant. I want to learn to sew. I want to get caught up on my scrapbooking. I want to be a housewife, dang it!

Goodness. Who knew my blogging journey went back that far? Not me, that’s for sure. Also, quite a bit of that has actually come to pass: I have a job that [mostly] allows me to work from home and is very flexible, I did get pregnant [twice] and now have my sweet girl, and obviously I finally did start my blog. I guess I can still dream about that editing job, and I would have to brush up on my French a lot before I could even think about a translating job. I still haven’t learned to sew. I’m completely terrified of my sewing machine. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know. And the scrapbooking thing makes me laugh – I used to absolutely love scrapbooking. I made a book for my husband and made a page for each reason I loved him or all the fun things we did together. Now I don’t even know where everything is. It’s scattered all over the house from our move. Maybe one day when we get our den/ office set up, I’ll get back to it.

Now that I’ve rediscovered my old journal, I might publish some of that as well. I surprised myself with how cheery and hopeful I used to be. It’s like I was wearing rose-colored glasses. I need more of that me back. I need to be reminded of how I was and what I’ve already overcome… apparently I forgot a lot of it somewhere along the way.

Pause.

I have a confession to make. I’ve been listening to the wrong voice. I’ve been letting satan give me pause. I’ve given in to fear and doubt. I’ve been quiet the last few days because, honestly, I’ve been scared.

I started a Facebook page so that my friends and family could follow and share what I was writing about. I made a pretty, new logo and spent an hour looking for the perfect cover photo. I posted my favorite blog posts with eye-catching pictures and shared a couple on my personal page. I even worked up the courage to send invitations to my friends and family to like my shiny new page. I used all the best marketing skills I’ve learned over the last few years at my job. And I felt like a fake. I made it look pretty, I appeared confident about my new journey, but I’m really scared, my thoughts are a mess, and I constantly feel like I’m bothering or annoying people with my words.

Despite the several immediate “likes” I got from friends, family, and even people I hardly speak to anymore, I felt they were doing it out of pity or because they were family and felt like they had to. I started hearing that voice that I heard when I first started this blog, “Nobody wants to hear what you have to say. Who cares what you think? You’re just one voice. Now everyone you know can read your words – what if you inadvertently offend somebody?…” I got quite a few likes on Facebook the first couple of days, but new followers have died down now. And, I’ve gone several days without a single view on WordPress. I let these statistics get to me. I used them as proof of what those voices were telling me: writing is pointless.

But, then I remember why I started this thing, and again I’m reminded that it’s not about me.

So, in striving for complete honesty, I’m letting you in on my struggle. I’m not fishing for compliments, but sometimes I need encouragement. And I really have been getting it – old friends thanking me for reminders to be grateful, private messages from people telling me that my words spoke directly to them. But it’s like I chose to ignore this encouragement and focus on my doubt. I guess the best way I can look at it is that satan wouldn’t attack me if I weren’t doing something that scared him, so that’s exactly why I have to keep going.

It’s taken me two days since I even started typing this out to actually publish it. I’ve gone back and added, deleted, and edited so many times. I’ve read it over and over, making sure I don’t sound too whiny (I still think I do) or like I’m complaining about my calling. I’m not happy with this writing at all, but I’m going to publish it anyway. I told you all from the beginning that this might get messy – well, here’s the mess. I’m trying to be an obedient mess.

Change, Part 2.

I found another thought I had typed out on my phone and labeled “change,” so I thought I’d share it. I wrote this in early March:


“Man, I never have understood more the saying about life changing when you have a kid. Not the fact that one day you’re walking around doing your own thing and literally the next you’re responsible not only for yourself but another human being as well (although this is scary true too), but the fact that when you’re an adult, a whole year can go by and you still pretty much look the same, you have the same job, and you cook the same dinner as you did the year before. A year with a kid has brought SO MANY changes in the same amount of time. There’s the new mom, so sleepy, so thirsty, breastfeeding is life, c-section [in my case] recovery stage. Then breastfeeding is still life and you’re literally hungry ALL THE TIME. Sleeping schedules, feeding schedules, runny noses, is that an angry cry or a something’s wrong cry? Tummy time, rolling over, naps. Introducing food, babbles, sippy cups, crawling. Is she eating enough? Is she sleeping enough?

As I sit here pumping, trying to wean myself down to none, I can’t help but be emotional. Before [Baby Girl], a year might have brought a few new outfits, a new piece of furniture, and another anniversary. This past year has brought more emotions than I think I’ve felt in my entire life. Breastfeeding was the center of my world for so many months. I planned my days around it. I tracked it. I worried over it. I prayed over it. And I worked at it. And now I’m actively working to stop it. This season is over and it was entirely too short.

Change comes way too quickly with a child. Every single day she does something new or improves a skill. I’m trying my best to soak up every second of it, but it’s still passing me by so very quickly.”


It’s so weird to me that even a year ago, I had this shiny new baby and was still trying to figure out this motherhood thing. I now have a full-blown toddler who likes to wear my bracelets, asks me for doughnuts, and sometimes screams no at me. What happened to that precious, innocent, tiny squish that needed me for everything? I’m super emotional even writing this right now. This change-hating mama is not okay.

Shopping at Lowe’s like a big girl.

Marvelous Faith.

As I said before, a lot of my bible journal entries are based on devotions from our minister, Jim, on Facebook. This is one of those. My last post, “Attacked”, was about how I was going through a rough time. I looked back at when I wrote that, and found the following devotion from the day before (link in comments). I think on top of all my other stress, I was feeling a lot convicted. Here’s what I wrote:


And He said him, “I will come and heal him.” But the centurion replied, “Lord, I am not worthy to have you come under my roof, but only say the word, and my servant will be healed. For I too am a man under authority, with soldiers under me. And I say to one, ‘Go,’ and he goes, and to another, ‘Come,’ and he comes, and to my servant, ‘Do this,’ and he does it.” When Jesus heard this, He marveled and said to those who followed Him, “Truly, I tell you, with no one in Israel have I found such faith…”

Matthew 8:7-10

God’s at it again, showing me things I know I’ve seen before in a new light. Jim challenged us to think about what God would say about our own faith.

It’s human nature to want physical evidence; our culture tells us that it’s necessary. What astounds me here is that Jesus speaking healing is good enough for the centurion. He doesn’t need Jesus to be there physically to heal his servant – he knows that if He says He’s going to, it’s already done. Why can’t we be more like this? Why can’t we rest more assured that Jesus is going to move, simply because He said He would? That is literally the definition of faith.

Another thing I noticed is that the centurion humbled himself. He realized that even though he was a “man under authority, with soldiers under [him],” that he wasn’t worthy of Jesus coming to his house. But, he recognized the power Jesus had and trusted His promises. In our culture, we are told that we deserve everything simply because we exist. In reality, the only thing we deserve is death, because we have sinned. But God made a way for us to escape that death; He sent Jesus to die for us so that we don’t have to. None of us are worthy of Jesus, but He’s there for us anyway.

That last verse gets me every time I read it now: Jesus, the son of God, who made all and is in all and knows all, marveled at a man’s faith. That doesn’t even compute with me really, but man do I want Jesus to marvel at my faith. I want to just trust He will do something because He said He would. I want to be humble and remember that I don’t deserve anything He gives me – but He gives it to me anyway.