good morning! i have been MIA on the blog .. sorry! life is happening..that is a good thing
but i miss writing and i am FULL of stories
to be honest i just don’t have a lot of extra time with working the business
but God has given us a testimony…out of a “test” that has been over 15 years long
with much grace and vulnerability i am going to begin writing our God- story…here
yes…old people still kiss
and no..it isn’t a “movie screen” shot but it
is every bit as precious to me!
our grand babies will be here in 2 days! it has been 8 months since we’ve seen them
they live in florida
20plus hours in a car with 5 kids! not sure i could do it
can’t wait to take lots of pictures and share them with you all!
we have LOTS of new signs in the sign shop
have you seen them?
aedriel and us have collaborated on some and they are beautiful
christmas is around the corner…i know
i sigh too but this year i am not getting all caught up in the hype
keeping it simple
i don’t share much on our home but i thought i’d share a peek at our first real living room set
we have raised 5 kids and never had 1.) money and 2.) why buy new furniture with 5 kids right?
times have sure changed though since we raised our bunch though
we went to ikea and i am sold! #ikea
things are very well made and affordable enough for the average family
even if you save up for it piece by piece like we did
we have a NEW SHIRT SHOP
this has got to be the biggest news
peeps are still trying to buy shirts from our Etsy sign shop
they are no longer there
i crave quiet much like i do coffee in the morning
the kind of quiet where no one is clamoring for my time
nothing is pressing on me
no emails, phone calls, instagram, Facebook or etsy conversations
no cleaning and laundry
to-do lists and errands
just uninterrupted time to unravel just a bit of my heart
to take a deep long breath
inhaling what God is doing all around me
God-wind goosebumps all around me
and i want to swim in it
i don’t want to miss it
i want to express to Him how grateful i am…does He know? O God!!!
you fight fire with fire
and the people who have fire in their bones are calledto fight the fires of this world
this is a journal entry from this week…more from where i am right now in my story..image from my uber talented friend lissa...xo
similarly, we must use directed effort to control misdirected effort
if your consumed by busyness at the expense of real business, perhaps
i should set a new and different kind of fire
when i burn off the clutter of busyness and leave time to think and study, you may get less done
but the things you do will be far more productive and ultimately more organic to what i’m
passionate about accomplishing
the fringe benefit to burning off the brush is a much clearer view of the terrain ahead
no one can get beyond their sight lines. and when cluttered with obstructions, our vision
will always be impaired!
again…i question..and i wrote
“where do i need to clear a path so that i have room to maneuver toward my ultimate destination?
and then i asked God to show me what needs to be burned off first
later on in my “busy” day ha! while perusing pinterest… ( unnecessary busyness i’m sure;) i ran across this post that the nester
has pinned!!! i immediately clicked in and devoured it .. it made SO much sense!! yes!!
God showed me a breadcrumb!!!
BINGO! answer number uno!! practice reminder !! it begins with head knowledge but i must put it into practice in my everyday life to make change
prACTice doesn’t make perfect…prACTice makes change right? right:)
i am by NO MEANS an expert and i feel so busy..even in my head..i LONG for the days when my first three were little. when being a momma was simpler. no social media. no blogs. no smart phones.
so much more free time. what did we do to ourselves? ugh…anyway
soi am taking this “burning off the clutter” seriously. even in our business
especially in our business!
honestly? this is so super applicable to anyone..in any stage of life in whatever circumstances you in..don’t you think?
that is enough for one day. i will share what i’m learning and practicing as i go so hang in there with me:) love you!!
my daily practice
be on the lookout for unnecessary clutter and how to subdue the ground i live on
and take back my time
behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins…mitch albom
i can hear my heart pounding in my ears..my breathing is shallow is rapid. my lungs are at capacity. i have to stop to take a break. my arms couldn’t keep holding abandon run down, worn out, collapsing house of crazy up at the seams anymore
i’ve taken hammer and nails to pin up the rafters that were built from LIES! fix the leaky faucets and put new panes of glass in its broken windows so no one could see what was really going on.
i now know there is a word for this and it is called “crazy making” they make you believe it is you responsible for all of their sickness..you blame you and so do they hence the adjective “crazy making”
no one would believe us anyway and the hardest thing was saying with my voice my part in the story...how sick can someone be to live that way and call it love? still to this day that decade makes me physically sick
one day or maybe it was years of “days” i drew back the curtains of my heart house and i let Your Light shine into my heart for the very first time.
i knew i had to stop this madness that we thought normal and blaze a new trail for myself and run a brand new race for the rest of my life.
and then hand it over as a runner hands the baton to the next person so my daughters stand on up ahead with their hands out.
i see them shadowed by the sun setting spilling God’s glory all over us waiting..watching..and calling me forward so they can grab it when it goes by it is the passing of history.
setting things free is history making..almost a sacred work
because at some moment i knew it was him or me
we had already ripped the fabric of our family to pieces..and there is no way..humanly speaking to EVER heal such destruction of souls these kinda things leave scars deep and long and for the first time i wanted to do the hard thing.
the choice that was the scariest thing i have ever done…to choose my own freedom
i had to choose to let go of control of what i thought it was going to look like..what my children thought it was going to look like..heck i still don’t know what it is going to look like...it is being rebuilt each and everyday
i just knew i didn’t want to grow old with the idea of “hoping it will change”. i don’t want to die in that hope. i gave 12+years to this dream..no more
it is eery…i get sad when i think about my mom. we sit over steaming mugs of coffee long cold and half eaten plates of carbs calling it a cheap therapy session but the truth of it doesn’t escape me. action and owning our own addictions are the only way out. the only road to freedom.
i believe that God is giving me the opportunity to run this next part of the our family history .. i have chosen to take the baton. the weight pushes me down telling me to quit. it is in these moments that i begin asking what in the world AM I DOING!! that God gently reminds me of esther..of nehemiah..of jeremiah..of paul His words are my energy — they are my life blood. my oxygen
i am not running for myself only…i am running for all the women in my family..for my daughters
it is the history making of these words that propel me forward. i most likely will not live to see all of this play out but God lets me hear the freedom bellringing…i know my daughters will have freedom
freedom becomes the sound of my shoe hitting the pavement creating a hypnotizing narcotic to numb the pain for a bit so i am able to get a little farther down the road.
daily i stand .. hand on hips.. breathing hard and fast..bending over trying to catch my breath. sweat covering my whole body that is bloody and bruised..often in places that human eye cannot see. the heart bruises..the abrasions from lying sandpaper that just.won’t.STOP!
the pain from the unseen places throb and gnaw at me the most the enemy of our soul…others and myself trip me up on somedays..throwing me headlong into a cycle of doubt and despair–trying to lure me back into the crazy
but not today. not today
i want to leave you with these words..i am not sure who wrote them but they strengthen me and i pray they strengthen you
“nothing good comes easily you have to lose things you thought you loved, give up things you thought you needed. you have to get over yourself, beyond your past, out from under the weight of your future. the good stuff never comes when things are easy. it comes when things are all heavily weighted down like moving trucks–
my dear friend lissa let me use this image from her ig…i fell in love with it. i thought it was perfect for the wilderness memoirs