We finally have some answers about the little man and why he has been soooo sick for over 2 months! Never heard of the diagnosis but just thankful for a game plan. Bad news…it takes months to get over this which means months of 3 bad weeks and then 1 good week followed by 3 bad weeks and so on.Good news… he’s not contagious!So when you see us playing in public or at church and he has snot all over his face and is coughing up a lung, know your child can’t catch what he’s got. Is that reassuring to you? I hope so because I don’t think I can keep him quarantined indefinitely!
So the James Experiment was a bit difficult for me last week. The experiment was to speak less, no grumbling, no multi-tasking, speaking only what is beneficial to others, and giving positive encouragement. It sounded easy enough until last week came around. Its been a long time since I’ve walked through an entire week as frustrated and discouraged as I was last week. I failed in this experiment big time! Just ask my hubby if you don’t believe me =)
So I’m trying again this week. I wasn’t ready for all the attacks last week, but I’m ready this week. So far so good. Hopefully I won’t fail 2 weeks in a row!!! I’m loving the James Experiment for this week as well. If you haven’t checked it out yet, you should. Just click here.
- Just started read Twelve Ordinary Men by John MacArthur. It seems good so far. Hopefully I’ll be through a couple chapters by next week.
- So rather than this 2 days a week get up at 5am, I think I’m going for 4 days a week. It seems like if I don’t make it to the gym in the morning, I don’t make it at all. So I’m getting up at 5am to spend some time with Jesus and then I’ll head to the gym or outside to run at 6am. On Friday and Saturday, Brent and I try to go to the gym together and work out so I won’t go early on those days. I’m pretty excited about running though. We’ve been running about 3 miles so far and this week we’re going up to 4. I’m not a great runner so this is WAY exciting for me.
- Still reading in Mark…usually later in the day because I’ve been doing the James Experiment in the morning.
- Trying to sit down and do a Prayer of Examen halfway through the day. I’ve been a bit stressed about money lately so sitting down in the middle of the day with Jesus has been so incredibly helpful.
I think that’s about it for this week. Enjoy your week and the beautiful sun outside! As soon as the kids wake up, we’re off to play in the sprinklers!! I love summer =)
Part I: The actual day of the big event…Tuesday.
3 is an important b-day, and mommy insisted the day revolve around her. Of course that meant she got to pick the menu and activities for the day! Cinnamon rolls for breakfast, PB & J for lunch, and mac n cheese for dinner. I’m hoping her desires stay this simple forever! She also took cupcakes to her dance class. I think more because she wanted cupcakes then that she wanted to have a party with her class…my girl does like her sweets!
Part II: The actual birthday party
We needed some painting
Followed by some jumping
A few presents
Some food (Els picked out the menu for the party =) )
Some Dora cake
And we end with a very happy but messy little 3 year old
Happy Birthday Els!! We love you.
So my friend posted this on her site and I totally had to hijack it and post it as well. If you have 3 min., its worth a watch. Promise it will make you smile =)
Let me set the scene…Me and the kids eating dinner and Els starts to talk about her scary dream. In an attempt to distract, I said “how about you all go take the biggest bubble bath ever!”
This was met with lots of excitement, and I secretly patted myself on the back for coming up with such a great distraction.
Bath was going great. All three kids were playing and laughing and having fun until….
“Justus, sit down.” He looked at me, smiled, and sort of bent over so his backside was over his oldest sister’s head as she was attempting to swim in the bathtub. About the time I realized what was about to happen, it was too late.
“ahhhhhhhhh!!! He pooped on my head! He pooped on my head!!!”
And sure enough, he did. As I’m trying not to gag myself, I grab all three kids out of the bubbles, put the older two in the shower with some soap and grab the youngest one and take him to his room to get him ready for bed. Finally got him in bed, the girls out of the shower, and think to myself that Wednesday nights are supposed to be our fun nights so I need to redeem the night somehow. This leads me to my second great parenting thought of the evening.
“Girls, while I clean out the tub, would you like to watch Clifford the movie?”
They wanted to watch Dora instead but I convinced them Clifford would be much better. I figured there would be nothing in a Clifford movie that could trigger bad dreams, so I got them set in front of the TV while I went to go pick up the lovely present the little man left for me in the tub. Everything in the bathroom was bleached and clean, and I walked back into the TV room to find both girls holding each other and sobbing.
“What’s wrong girls?” I asked as I picked them both up and put them on my lap.
“Clifford iiiiiiiissssssss lllllllooooooooossssst and and and heeeeee caaaaannnn’t fiiiiind hhhhisssss hoooooooooome.”
Ahhhhhh…Maybe Dora would have been the better option! Needless to say, we fast forwarded to the end of the movie where Clifford and Emily Elizabeth were reunited so the girls could see that Clifford wouldn’t be lost forever. The tears finally stopped, and I put them to bed.
I’m pretty sure that instead of eliminating bad dreams, I just added more bad dreams into her head. Maybe next time I’ll just keep my grand parenting ideas to myself.
This week I had a troubling thought. This thought led to this post. A necessary post for me to write and for anyone reading to understand. Hopefully, most already understand this, but my soul feels burdened to share anyway. Are you curious about my thought yet?
I was stopped in my tracks by a comment someone made about legalism, an attempt to gain holiness through works and actions. As I listened to this comment, I was instantly gripped with the fear that, because of my goal setting and holding myself accountable, I may give off the impression that I put my belief in my system rather than in God. That is far from the truth.
I started this journey because God called me to begin pursuing the spiritual disciplines. I began by attending a Renovare conference and reading a book by Richard Foster entitled “Celebration of Discipline”. The book and conference revolutionized my thinking about the disciplines. Foster states in the opening of the book “the purpose of the Disciplines is liberation from the stifling slavery to self-interest and fear”. The self-interest and fear was all I had ever been introduced to in regards to the disciplines. The fear of making wrong choices so being confined to rules and regulations. The self-interest of everyone looking and acting perfect so again the rules and regulations were thrust upon all believers. But those exposures to the spiritual disciplines were wrong. Those organizations, while trying their best to instill godliness in its members, forgot about grace and the need for dependence on Christ to do anything. Those disciplines definitely brought the outward change they wanted, but the inward change that I desired never happened. That inward change is what I’m after today.
So in a nutshell, why do I set goals and reflect on my week? Because “the Disciplines allow us to place ourselves before God so that he can transform us.” (Richard Foster). I set goals so I won’t waste away my life WISHING I had time to sit down with God. I set goals because time goes fast and I’m tired and my flesh continually pulls me toward earthly desires. I set goals because I desire to put myself at the feet of Jesus so that HE can change me into who He wants me to be. I hold myself accountable to Him each week knowing I live under His grace which he showers over me as I yield myself to Him.
Maybe you already knew that or maybe you always wondered, but I felt strongly the need to put it out there this week. Thanks for reading =)
- Still getting up and spending time with Jesus in the morning. This week’s James Experiment is a bit harder for me =) Also still reading in Mark.
- So I still haven’t found a new book to read yet. Unless of course you count Harry Potter…my kids’ babysitter got me hooked =) But this week I’m on the hunt for a new book. I need something to push my mind into gear.
- Didn’t get all the way through memorizing James 1 yet. Will definitely have it finished by next week!
- So I made it 4 out of the 6 times I wanted to work out last week. A trip to the ER with Aves is my excuse about what happened the other 2 days. Not a bad excuse right?! I’ll make it all 6 days this week…Lord willing!
The way the 2nd born says “Ganana” instead of “Banana”When I think the girls are sleeping late but actually they got up at normal time, went straight to the dress up clothes, and came out dressed like this and ready to playWhen the girls play Cinderella but the whole game consists of the younger one chasing the older one around the house saying “Wait, come back. I don’t even know your name. “ While the older one casually drops a shoe every once in a while so her sister has something to pick up while reciting her lines.The way J starts singing and dancing anytime he hears music. He belts out in his singing voice while shaking his entire body. Soo cute.A showing E “the neat trick” to keep from going potty in your panties. It consisted of holding yourself, crossing your legs, and jumping up and down whenever you feel like you have to go.
How A always said “wikkers” for whisker and “pippow” for pillow.The way little man starts playing with the hair behind his ears whenever he gets sleepy.The way the kids call everything “Spicey” if they don’t like it. For example, the grass is wet and slimey…”it’s spicy”. The first time they drank Sprite…”its spicy”. The medicine is a little bitter…”its spicy”. Everything but actual spicy things are labeled “spicy” by my kiddos. Actual spicy things they love!The oldest’s version of “Jesus Lover of My Soul” Jesus, lover of my souuul. Jesus, I will never let you go home.