I Dare to Tell the Truth

Truthful lips endure for ever, but a lying tongue lasts only a moment.
Do you dare to tell the truth?  I do.  Here are five minutes of writing by me on true words this week…
A young mom enters my speech therapy office with her two year old: “Oh honey don’t pick your nose.”
Me: “It’s okay.  We all do.”

A perfect mother.:
Our dog in a cone post neutering.
Me in my head: “Great.  We have a special needs dog now.  I have to adapt how we hold him, and how we feed him.” 
I was able to move his food from bowels to plates and now he can eat and drink independently.  Apparently he no longer wants to poop or pee outdoors though.  And, we have to hold him by his sides or hind legs gingerly to move him up or down steps or to our laps.  Seven days of the cone…oh my heart.

Our other heart struggle and joy are our own two sons.  Picture this…two boys lounging on couches on screens ages seven and ten years:  One on Zelda Wii U, and the other on his tablet playing games.
Me: “Boys you need to take a screen break.”
Them: no response for 5-10 minutes
Me: “Boys it is now 4:30 p.m. so you have relaxed on screens for about an hour.  Please take a break when you get to a stopping point in your games.”
Them: no response for 45+ minutes
Me: I talk with my boss on the phone, switch a load of laundry, put in a new load of laundry, defrost chicken for dinner, and try to breath deeply through the stresses of my own stuff.

I make lists on paper.  I try to get Medicaid certification online.  Our state IT system for renewal is not cooperating.  Or, am I not using it right?  I make another 1-800 call and email the system for the 10th + time in the past three months.  I also call my boss back two times to ask questions and let her know I’m working on the issue so we can both get paid for my speech services over the next year.  It is now 5:20 p.m.
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Me calling the boys again this time yelling loudly: “Get off your screens boys!  It is now 5:20.  Do your homework (Bryan) and a chore (Addison).  Your laundry needs to be put away boys.  I wash and dry and fold.  YOU put it away!”

Them: “Huff. Puff.  Ugh.  Okay.”
Addison: storms off to his room after ending his Zelda time
Bryan: “Mom, I’m so sorry.  What do you need me to do?  Homework.  I have one page left and one problem on the front.”  He gathers his stuff together and gets to work at the kitchen table.  After I sit with him doing math homework he goes to his room and puts away his laundry in 5 minutes or less.
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Addison returns with a bucket of dirty laundry.  I asked if the other was put away.  He said,  “Yes, this is the new dirty stuff.”  Mind you I just did all of his laundry on Monday.  It is now Thursday and somehow he has a 3/4 full laundry basket?!  What in the heck is going on here.  Oh God help me.  I love them.  I love them.  I love them.  (in my head).

Dear God,
You are with us in ALL things and ALL moments.
Forgive us when we forget You in the midst of stress and frustration.
Help me re-center my thoughts and phrase my words with peace, love, and kindness.
Give me the energy for another day as a mom, wife, friend, maid, etc. 
Amen.


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When the Cross Is Falling Off the Wall

Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God!

How unsearchable his judgments, and His paths beyond tracing out!

Romans 11:33 NIVUK

Yesterday was a rough day.  The kids were grumpy, and the adults were too.  Nobody wanted to go to our usual Tuesday tasks.  The dog even barked and seemed agitated yesterday at the bus stop causing a bit of chaos and an early exit with me.  It was a hurried morning at the house.  The kids boarded the bus without me because of the naughty dog, and my husband had departed for work early.  I jumped in my car as well to do my morning commute across town to my part time job.  Sometimes we need the cross.

However, yesterday a decorative red tin cross literally fell off the wall as the morning unfolded.  We have been re-arranging wall decor at our house, or should I say I have been re-arranging.  Who am I kidding?  I live in a house of two boys and one sweet man… none of whom really care what is on the walls.

The walls in our master bathroom were recently painted as a part of a Honey Do that I know my sweet spouse knew I wanted done.  He did it this past Saturday morning on Mother’s Day weekend with my permission.  He also gifted me glorious flowers shipped in from Ecuador (secretly purchased from Costco)…hint hint if you need a gift.   And, he treated me to a beautiful Saturday evening and Sunday morning with my side of the family.  A busy but awesome weekend was followed by the not so pleasurable Monday morning mayhem.

After the cross fell off of the wall because it was poorly re-hung by me.  The queen of throwing up nails wherever I please realized this habit is not really a good thing.  I have many pictures yet to be hung.

When we hang up things haphazardly they will fall.  They will damage the stucco, create holes that need filling, and may just not look quite level.  In taking almost everything off of the walls in three rooms I have seen how much “decor stuff” we have.

It is all special to me, but some of it doesn’t really fit the spaces.  I like the bare walls.  “It kind of feels like we’re going to move,” my husband pointed out.  However, perhaps we need to “move” decor even if not our physical selves/home after five years here.  We like freshness and newness.  My friend Sarah W. often shares on social media that she craves newness too, and she actually does move her furniture/decor around often.  I have followed suit, and it is really fun and prompts me to enjoy spring cleaning.

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So, as I clean this year around the house I will rejoice even if the cross falls off of the wall.  I can re-hang it.  Likewise Christ can re-hang and rearrange our day to day happenings.  Things will fall apart, break, or need to be re-framed, but He can re-do our days into spaces of beauty only He can dream up for us.

Dear God,

Thank you for being a Re-creator.

Forgive me when I try to slap together beauty.

Only You know the true beauty that lies inside each of us.

Help me see that beauty around me and in my kids, husband, friends, etc.

I have a critical eye.  Change my eyes to be more grace filled.

Amen.

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