I believe that God has a great purpose and calling on your life and my desire is that in the words written on these pages you will be equipped and inspired to live out those callings daily for the one true king.
Living a life of faithfulness to the one who has called us is the heart of Beautiful Craziness.
I invite you to join me as we journey together in a life filled with the beauty of His grace and the crazy passions He has given us all.
These past few weeks have brought so many thoughts, continuous prayer and even tears. I’ve cried out, I’ve withdrawn, become angry, fearful, imaginative and sad.
Writing about anything other than these uncertain times seem small at this moment.
I’m not saying motherhood, beauty or faithfulness is small. Not at all. In fact, our work in all those areas must be increased. Those callings are so grand and it is in those callings that bring a sort of peace to our souls amidst the unrest.
Nonetheless, I don’t have it in me to spend time writing on parenting foils or on how to pray for our kids or even on how to surrender to Jesus.
I’ve been full to the brink on the words I am going to write, it’s been burning in my heart and I can’t keep it to myself anymore.Details
I had a post ready to write about Father’s day today. After the Charleston shooting my head isn’t in it.
My heart is so heavy.
My children are playing in the neighborhood pool while my son is at swim practice. They are so innocent. So fun. So full of joy and laughter.
Other mothers are nearby laughing and sharing stories. I sit at a nearby table under an umbrella and tears pour down my face hidden by my oversize sunglasses. I wipe my tears away quickly, but I don’t care if anyone sees me crying. My heart is overwhelmed and the only release is through tears.
Summertime is finally upon us! Sunshine and long, lazy days. Poolside and snow cones, day trips and vacates! I LOVE Summer!
Despite all the fun I plan to make Summer memorable and enjoyable for my little tribe, there are always those days where I hear 3 little words that drive my bonkers…”Mom, I’m bored.”
I’m gonna be honest, my kids aren’t really allowed to utter those words.They know their momma does not take kindly to such words and will usually find a chore for whoever says them. Seriously ya’ll, it’s inexcusable. In this day and age boredom should not exist. Screen entertainment alone should take care of all boredom, not to mention books, pools, trampolines, play equipment and toys that litter every room.
I am all about making summer memorable. We craft and play and I have board on pinterest with all kinds of summer fun. We go on adventures and vacations and day outings, but there are many days where we stay home and relax and enjoy being home. Unfortunately, I find that many of us moms can easily lose our balance when it comes to summer fun and instead of enjoying the long, lazy days, we fall into becoming cruise directors! We have this idea that we must fill in every hour of the day for our kids so that they enjoy their summer break and we run around crazy with our clip boards of activities filling every moment with things to do.
As I sat down to write this morning, this was not the post I was intending to write. But many times, the Lord tends to grab the pen and changes my plan and words and so this.
Yesterday a sweet friend of mine posted something on facebook and I laughed at her antics and totally related to her struggle and then got distracted with children asking me for something. I can’t even remember if I liked her post. Nonetheless, I was reminded of it this morning and so, to all you sweet, faithful mothers doing your best to pour into your children your hearts and faith, I am here to tell you that You are Amazing and all that you do to reach and teach your children truths is not falling on deaf ears, but you are building a foundation that will carry your children further than you can imagine.
“Mom, tomorrow is the day Jesus died on the cross for us and then Easter!” exclaimed my six year old daughter, quite jubilantly and proud.
My three year old began to cry and wail as only three year old girls can do and said, ” I don’t want Jesus to die, I like Jesus.” I go over to her and hug her. I kiss the top of her little head and take in her sweet, lavender scent. Pure, sweet innocence.
“It’s ok, because He is raised from the dead and He lives in our hearts,” explains the big sister.
And my heart is full.Details