Nursing a fever and dealing with a chest that erupts into flames every time I cough.
Husband is out of town, traveling for work.
But it’s all ok, guys.
I have two teenagers.
One brought me my water, elderberry syrup, and gathered all of my necessary essential oils (yes, I do.) The other made chicken noodle soup and tea. And the mere fact that it was served to me on a cookie sheet makes it infinitely better.
I do sometimes miss the toddler days with the squishy cheeks and tiny little voices.
But truly - teenagers are the actual best.
#momofteens #momofgirls #thankful
Day 5: Slow
Slowing down doesn’t necessarily bother me. I love a good, lazy Netflix marathon. I once binge watched the Gilmore Girls series over a two week Christmas break and I have zero regrets about it.
I love cozy days at home in pajamas, reading over 100 pages of a book in one sitting, while the slow cooker prepares my dinner.
But it’s when I think things should be moving along much faster than they are that I get a little annoyed. History reveals that when I have a specific goal or dream in mind, but things move slowly and take some time to come together, I don’t always handle it well.
In 1984 I signed up for gymnastics because I watched Mary Lou Retton win the gold and immediately pictured myself competing at the Olympics one day. I knew I needed to get my 7-year-old self on a vault QUICK. But as it turns out, you need more than an American flag printed leotard and some misplaced confidence to excel at the sport.
I was sorely disappointed when, at the end of my first week at the gym, not only was I not allowed to even try the vault, but I could barely manage a back bend.
I’ll save you from the suspense and go ahead and tell you that my gymnastics career lasted exactly 27 days.
I’ve had a lot of goals and dreams since then. And thankfully, I’ve learned that it can be a slow labor of love to see your goals and dreams come to light. And that’s a good thing.
Instant gratification doesn’t serve us well. Put in the work. Take the time to thoughtfully pray over a dream or goal, and then take the necessary steps to work for it.
You have to start somewhere. And then move forward, slow and steady. When you find yourself stuck somewhere in the middle, desperately wishing to be crossing the finish line, step back, slow down, and breathe.
“The middle is messy, but it’s also where the magic happens.” - Brené Brown
Day 3: Open
We’ve just closed the door on a season where receiving and opening gifts (lots of them) is an actual expectation. When the Christmas season rolls around, there’s a gift everywhere you turn. Gifts from your spouse. Gifts from the in-laws. Gifts from your neighbor. It almost becomes Oprah-esque.
You get a gift! And you get a gift! And you get a gift!
We anticipate gifts at specific times throughout the year and happily extend our open hands to receive them.
God gives great gifts. We only have to open our Bible to clearly see his blessings. So when we find ourselves in times of expectant want, hands open and arms extended, yet no gift is presented, it can feel kind of crummy.
We are hopeful for gifts from the Father, often in the form of patience, purpose, discernment, and wisdom. But when they don’t appear before our eyes (even after we’ve asked for them specifically), wrapped up in a nice, neat bow, we can sometimes throw ourselves a silent pity party. Or maybe an internal temper tantrum.
Quickly followed by sulking and giving God the silent treatment.
Or maybe that’s just me.
I’d like to say I’m open to receiving whatever God wants for me. But if it doesn’t happen fast enough, or on my terms, that’s when the trouble sets in.
God gives perfect gifts.
But being open to God’s plan and to receiving God’s gifts also requires being open to God’s timing.
It requires us loosening our grip on control, and extending our fingers enough to make room for God to gently take us by the hand.
There is no better gift than that.