We call out to dry bones COME ALIVE! This Halloween let all of the skeletons be a reminder of hope for you to call out to all of your dry and dead places to once again come alive.
Happy Halloween everyone!
Join OP this week as he tries to boost his Nana and Pappy’s spirits by taking them fishing out on his boat.
As some of you may know, OP’s grandparents were involved in a major motorcycle wreck this past May. Pappy’s favorite thing in the world is fishing, and OP wanted nothing more than to get his Pappy back out with a pole.
After lots of preparation, and determination, we were able to make that happen for one night.
Watch OP’s World: I’m On A Boat HERE.
Him … This kid right here …
And just when I think life couldn’t get any better being his mom, with all of his random comments and silly shenanigans, something happens where this little five-year-old boy teaches me some deep life lesson.
A couple of days ago, my son managed to get a piece of a stick lodged deep in his eye. When I pulled down his cheek and saw that large brown beam rolling in the bottom part of his eyelid, my own eyes winced with discomfort, so we called for his daddy to come help retrieve the tiny log.
My husband’s fingers went to inspect, but the fear of pain radiated from my son’s little body and down his cheeks as tears flowed from his red, irritated eyes.
“Just trust me,” I heard my husband’s unshaken voice. “It has to hurt a little bit before it gets better.”
And there it was … a simple, but powerful statement.
I held my son, he let out a cry, and my husband did what he had to do to get the branch.
I’ve thought about this incident several times in the past couple of days. Such a common, trivial happening when you’re the mother of a boy. The kid gets something in his eye, or ear, or nose, so you get it out. But it’s that one phrase that’s stuck with me … “It has to hurt before it gets better.”
Isn’t that so true of many things in life? So many times we’re scared of pain or we don’t want to trust the process of pain, but that’s the exact thing we need.
I’m proud of my husband. And I admire my son. Let’s all be brave and get the sticks out!
“Momma, you have really hurt my feelings.”
I looked down at my five-year-old, waiting to hear what I had done …
“Momma, I am so cross at you for taking away my iPad.”
Holding back a smile, I said to myself, “Cross? He’s cross at me? … Who is this kid and where did he come from?”
And this my friends is just another Typical Tuesday. Enjoy!
OP: “Momma, I’m going to make you scared..”
*I turn around to my son holding up a mirror.*
Lord help me … He’s just like his dad! And he’s only five!
This is more than just working out or eating right. It’s knowing that every choice I make for myself is shaping the life of another. My son watches when I fall, when it’s tough, when I’m hurt, discouraged and sad … and then my reactions become his. Today I’m a mom … motivated by my future.
I try, people; really I do.
I want to work out. I want to be the one with my life all together. The mom that arises early to get her morning yoga and shower in before the kids awake. The mom with toned arms, flat abs and perfect hair, all while heading up the PTA and huddle of room moms.
But I’ve embraced the reality that it’s not about perfection.
It’s accepting where you are today. And loving yourself for the small changes and efforts you made today to have fun while you live your better story.
Happy Sunday everyone! Remember Sunday is Funday!
Because Heaven forbid they stay behind!
Enjoy your Thursday everyone!
… And then this happened! … I couldn’t get the entire truth out of either dog as to what exactly happened, but as you could probably guess, this is just another TypicalTuesday in the grand shenanigans of our life! Enjoy your day everyone!