Month: May 2017

Growing up my dad gave of his time and money to make that day special for my mom. We would cook  give homemade gifts and cards plus with an older sister to boss or I should say “guide” us. Our celebrations should go down in record books.

Fast forward to mothers day 1993 it was coming fast I was excited because it was my first mothers day as a mom. I had visions of being doted on, showered with love oh the expectations were very high. The day came and went with not even a glance in my direction. I was hurt, mad and my thoughts had a lot of  colorful adjectives that I could use to describe my husband.

Mothers days came and went I never did get the celebration you see from Hollywood from my husband, he just didn’t have it in him but what I got as my children grew was better.

I would hear from my bedroom my daughter boss my son around as they would get breakfast so I could “sleep in” and eat in my bed with a had made card and gift. My breakfast in bed started out as cold cereal graduated to eggs with shells, so much protein. Then on to perfect looking and tasting breakfast that I could say come straight from a magazine. I look back missing those with egg shells.

Perfection or close to perfection is over rated. We can lose our self trying for it and trading our joy to never get it.

I have those wonderful memories but I can learn from them as well. I can give of my self to others not for perfection or anything in return. To be a servant like Jesus was, he was a perfect example.

Mark 10:45 “For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”

Mothers day can be hard on some who no longer have their moms with them or they don’t have moms that they want to celebrate but what ever the case we can celebrate the joy of those women that give and enrich our life.

I had the pleasure to work in my yard on Monday. I have always enjoyed working outside and felt so blessed to be able to be out side working. The weather couldn’t have been more beautiful.

I was enjoying the sound of the birds, the smell and feel of the soil with the sun on my shoulders I let out a sigh of happiness. I thought it just couldn’t get any better. I had no worries, life was as perfect as it could get. As I finished and looked with satisfaction on what I did, it got me thinking.

It is not in the absence of problems but instead while in the mist of the worst of what life can throw at you is when not worrying really matters.

Not giving in to worry during the worst of times. Understanding that it wont change a thing to worry so why take ownership of it. I reflect on scripture, meditate and mentally play catch with God. I label my baseball with my worry, I concentrate on my breath then I mentally see my self throwing it as if I am in right field and it needs to get to the pitcher mound. As soon as it leaves my hand I see it soaring and being caught by a large glove that is made to catch the biggest balls. As odd as this seems it not only helps but it makes life so much better and I am able to participate in my life without worry dragging me down.

I love the encouraging statement by Corrie ten Boom. Now she could have been given a hall pass to worry, in fact many are amazed by her strength as she was imprisoned by the Nazis during the Holocaust, talk about real problems.

“Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.” Corrie ten Boom

“Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.”  1 Peter 5:7