Monthly Archives: March 2012

Are you a Hard Things girl?

like many I escaped into books growing up.  Books that had hero’s rescuing their women, where I could peek at the ending to see if I wanted to read it or not..if it ended happy..where fairy tales were written down on pages and I dreamed that one day they would be written on the pages of my life

but they never were.  So transitioning from between the pages of books to real life pages has been.. to say the least HARD.

In reality you can’t keep living in books

but lest I be a victim I will share with you what I am learning on writing a new story…

It can be VERY scary to live your purpose

it can be very scary to speak up

it is easier to be quiet and struggle and say things are HARD

it is?

it many not seem like it because nobody wants to feel that way

oh yeah?  really?  When you can have a lot of people complaining with you…GET IT?

Humans are fickle and funny.  Misery loves company right?  You know the saying.  It strokes us to sit with people and complain.

A few years ago that is how I saw myself.  Always complaining.  Thinking my life would never get better, never change…blah blah blah

I didn’t want to be that..end up miserable when I’m old..full of regrets and I definitely didn’t want that to be what my kids remembered me as.

So here is my little nugget that I’ve been treasuring this last week or so.  Ready?

I want to hold your hands in mine but I must tell you my hands sweat when I hold someone’s..I know..gross but true but I still want to hold yours.  From way deep in my gut somewhere I want you to hear this with spirit ears..I pray that God would breathe this into your soul and cause it to be caught.

It is HARD to live your purpose.  To pursue your dream.  But you know what?  The dream and purpose will keep knocking.  Will you let it in?

It is EASIER to sit and complain and give excuses and blame but it will never get us anywhere.  Yes – we will have lots of “friends” but that is not the kind of friends really want.

I don’t know about you but I am tired of being quiet

Tired of struggling for NOT living

tired of saying things are HARD because I refuse to do the realy hard things

It is time that we acknowledge the plans He has for us…will you join me?  I can see it in your eyes..I want to see your eyes sparkle again.  Filled with LIFE and His Peace..His LIGHT.  That is what happens when we begin to live our purpose.  You won’t be able to explain it in intelligible words but you will KNOW…I promise.

I promise to share more on this as I go…I love you…yes YOU:)  I am snuggled up in my bed after dropping Grace off at school and taking some time to write and wanted to let you know I prayed for you this morning and am grateful for each of your comments and prayers.  I can’t tell you how much.  I have a full week.  Grace is going to a dance this weekend so I have to take her to a thrift store..yes you heard me.  She LOVES thrift stores and finding vintagy things to put together.  And she built this bird house at school.  I will have to say she is taking after her momma in her woodworking skills….lol wink;) wink;)

answer it…it is still knocking.  Do the HARD thing:)

xotiff

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are you withholding your gift from others?:)

When we live out the dreams planted in our hearts it is a gift..not for ourselves so much as for everyone else.

That really stuck with me because when I’m not living, pursuing the dream God gave me then I am withholding a gift from others.

I am continually overcome with tears lately..driving..showering..just random bouts of tears of joy and thankfulness.  Crazy girl:)

I am filled to overflowing with friends girls.  A band of misfits…I say that with much love.  They are beyond funny and just like me in so many ways!!  They even burp!!   After this weekend it was becoming more clear that God has His hand all over this RE: endeavor.  It is MORE than furniture and shopping while all that is Amazing it goes much deeper I believe.

I’ve shared here before that I have always felt like I never “fit in” in life.  Well maybe it is because I was trying to “fit in” to the wrong mold perhaps?

Here at RE: we all have a story, differing personalities, goals,  but we all seem to have a heart for God, for helping people, encouraging one another, building up and not tearing down.  People who have hearts to see change..who have a vision for what can be.  People who have honor, integrity and are willing to do the right thing even when it hurts.  NOT perfect but real..ya know?

I am going to introduce them to you all..my friends too..one by one very soon.  You will AdoRe them as I do:)

now this is where I feel at home.  I have an amazing life unfolding before me.  I laugh more.  Step out of my comfort zone more.  Make more mistakes but I know I am in a place I can learn from them.  I feel safe.  They have my back and I have theirs.

It was worth waiting for.  It is worth fighting for.  It is worth protecting.

and we have a Black Mamba…a private joke;)

Now you know when entering into a land not yet sown there will be terrain that is overgrown with foliage?  Places that have to be hacked through.  Sweat is envolved.  It is hard.  Things like this come with entering into new territory.  There are the border bullies.  Those who do not want to see your dreams come true.

Things like water heaters, disease, transmissions, past choices = now consequences..things like that BUT

I hold my hand over my eyes squinting against the sun looking back at the smoke rising on the horizon…seems like a million miles away but it is where I’ve come from.  Yes..locust can eat it all away and all can seem dead and lost and all hope gone.  I sigh deep and look ahead and you know what I see?

I see my friends…my kids…my family and I see possibility.  I see trust.  I see my ABBA.  Oh I’m my Father’s daughter….I love Him so and I know His love for me is so very real and I smile from ear to ear.  You know the kind that reaches to your heart?  and I know I want to keep going.  I still see them clapping and urging me on.  It is worth it friend.  It is.  Keep going and don’t give up.

The sale was more than I hoped for.  We almost sold out of signs so Nikki and I are doing double for April:)…It is God and I am not ashamed to say it!!

I love you all.  Thank you for your support and prayers and always your encouragement.  The picture of me in my work clothes is a shot of me throwing away this god awful ugly lamp.  I bought a new one at our sale:)  I’ve been waiting foreevvverr to throw this away.

It is going to be 70 here today so I am off to cut pallets for shelves.  Have a beautiful Tuesday girls!

Dreams do come true:)

xotiff

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how giving is changing my perspective and life

Does a way a person looks make a difference in how you feel about giving to them?

(I’m not talking children in other countries that have no food here.  I’m talking about low places where you might be scared to go into and associate with?  maybe those places I think I am a little above? )

my first response is to say, ” of course not.”!  Then I was proven otherwise.

yellow barn

The hot water heater decided to stop working … again this week.  It was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  Ever had days like that?  Something small just pushes you over the edge?

I decided when opening House of Belonging that I would give so much to whatever God wanted.  I don’t mean throw it into an offering plate and use it for maintenance, payroll etc.

I wanted to ask Him each time what He wanted me to do with it.

For whatever reason I am addicted to Waffle House.  It is a dive around here.  My family ( except my brother ) are NOT fans.  But they make the best breakfast..in my opinion..and their grits.  Oh my I love grits.  I’m just sure I’m a southern girl at heart.

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Anyway – this morning I was so stressed I went to food to deal with it all the while talking to God on the way there.  I grabbed a 20 from my give stash and thought I would give it to one of the girls as a tip today.  That would make me feel better.  The girls are starting to know me.  I even go there by myself to eat…I know!

I pulled in there and opened the door and what greeted me?  A man!  Not just any man but a man who didn’t look like he should be serving food.  You see..men intimidate me most of the time.  It through me a little because I hadn’t seen him there before.  But I sat down…my daily to do list in hand.

Guess who waited on me?  yep!  He was an attentive waiter.  Kind.  My dialogue with God was going something like this…

Why didn’t I get the usual girls?  I like her.  I don’t even know this guy Father.  I mean, it is taking some of the excitement out of me giving.

I know..horrible right?  So all the while I am eating I am bantering back and forth.  Then very quietly this came.

the perfect barn

It is not your responsibility to worry about what I do with what you give.  You are just to give and trust me.  You are not God.  Giving doesn’t always make sense, it doesn’t always “feel” a certain way, and you are not always going to “get” something from it.  I watch over my Word to perform it and this is just a small piece of this mans story.  Leave it all with me.  Ouch!

So I finished my breakfast and making my to do list.  Picked up the check and took out the 20 folding it up and left it under the dishes.

I paid my bill and he asked me if I was going to work.  I said yes…I work from home re purposing furniture and making signs etc.  He smiled as he said..ugh..kinda like going to work was a chore.  I smiled and said, ” I LOVE my work!”  I was wearing my paint clothes.  I looked pretty scary and I said I get to wear clothes like these.  He smiled again.  I smiled and said thank you and left.

When I got in the car my heart smiled.  The 20 was going to make his day just a tiny bit better and I had peace knowing that I trusted God and God had a plan that was unfolding and when we give...we join in HIS plan.  I also confessed my crummy attitude and heard the lesson He had for me that day at the Waffle House.

Deciding to give in this way is teaching me so many real life lessons.  It makes me much more aware of the people around me.  My eyes and ears are more open to what God may want me to do.

I’m thinking that there is a book just waiting to be written on How God speaks to me at Waffle House…lol!

and yes, my water heater was still broke and believe it or not…another crummy attitude and a God story came out of that too but I will save that for next week:)

The Farm

Today is Day 1 of the March sale so I will be working today and tomorrow!   Hoping you have a beautiful weekend to enjoy wherever you are.

thinking I may go to Waffle House before I head to work today..;)

xotiff

**all photos are from my Pinterest board Solitude.  Go there to get the links for the credits to these amazing barns!:)

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