Parenting

  • Identity,  Parenting,  Spiritual

    Meeting God in the Mundane

    Doing the endless dishes, washing the dirty clothes, cleaning the bathroom, picking up the clutter, sweeping the floor for the millionth time…it’s easy to get lost in the mundane.  It’s easy for it to quickly become meaningless.  To find ourselves bitter that these things steal the majority of our time.  

    If you’re like me, you want all your moments to count.  You don’t want to wish the days away.  You want to embrace the time you have.  And in that, it requires us to embrace even the mundane. This was the hard part for me.

    The me even just 5 years ago was constantly living for the next big thing.  Biding my time in the mundane, in the in-between, until I could get to the next big thing.  I think that is where the bitterness began.  

    Because the reality is the majority of life is the mundane.  And if we’re trying to constantly get through and past it quickly, it begins to feel like it is holding us back, wasting our time, and keeping us from what we really want.  And that is where bitterness grows.

    After I willingly stepped away from my teaching career, I quickly realized my life was going to look a lot different.  What I found my identity in and poured myself into for 13 years was over and I felt a little lost.  I scrambled to find the next big thing to throw myself into.  And I did, quite quickly actually.  And as quickly as it came, it went.  It failed and it felt like I failed.  And I was left questioning if I had made the right decision leaving teaching, taking on something new, and wondering if, at the end of it all, I just really wasn’t cut out to do much of anything.  

    Instead of living for the next big thing and finding it always fell short and left me feeling lost, God was inviting me into meeting Him in the mundane.  Gently showing me that He was always there waiting for me to be with Him, to reassure me that my identity was in Him and not in what I did.  He began to show me that His purpose and presence was in every moment, even the most mundane.

    So this is the journey God has had me on for the last few years…meeting God in the mundane.  The day-to-day responsibilities, opportunities, and rhythms.  If most of life is the mundane, then God has great purpose and presence in that and I want to experience God in all of that.  Moment by moment, day by day.  

    Here are a few things I’ve learned as I’ve begun to really embrace the time that I am given and meet God in the mundane:

    1. Knowing that God is in every moment, even the most mundane, takes these times and tasks from mundane to extraordinary.  

    Psalm 16:11 says, “You reveal the path of life to me; in Your presence is abundant joy; in Your right hand are eternal pleasures.”

    We don’t ever have to ask for the presence of God.  He is always with us.  But knowing that He is with us even in the most mundane moments makes it pretty amazing.  “In Your presence is abundant joy.”  You don’t have to love the task to embrace His presence and the joy that comes with that.

    2. Even the most mundane tasks serve a purpose: to honor God and to love and serve others.

    Mother Teresa once said, “Wash the plate, not because it’s dirty, nor because you’re told to wash it, but because you love the person who’ll use it next.”

    We’re not scrubbing the toilets because we love it.  We’re scrubbing the toilets because we desire to honor God with what we have and to use it to love and serve others.

    3. Rushing past the mundane might be missing out on an opportunity to know God in a way you couldn’t any other way.

    If much of life is comprised of the mundane, how much time and opportunity to know God will we be missing if we just try to rush through it to get to the next big thing?  What if in those small moments washing dishes the Lord wants to whisper something to our hearts that we would normally be too busy and distracted to hear?  God is in the big, but He’s also in the small, normal, mundane moments that make up most of our days.  And as we saw in His life lived out on this earth, most of Jesus’s most profound moments with His children were in the everyday tasks and rhythms of life.  He wants to meet us there.

    I’m convinced as we meet God in the mundane, we will experience Him more deeply which will in turn transform us to look more like Him.  When we think about it that way, it seems we’re the ones who are gaining the most when we embrace the mundane to meet with God.  🫶🏼

  • Parenting,  Spiritual,  Vulnerability

    Deeper Than That…

    (Previous blog post from August 25, 2023)

    Originally, I thought the continued anxiety and unrest was because I was perhaps making the wrong decision for my son.

    I don’t know where you’re at in your journey as a mama, but we just crossed the threshold of our oldest starting Kindergarten this year at a new school. Cue the tears. 🥹

    As parents, long before it was time for us to even think about kindergarten and where he would go, we already were researching our options and visiting potential schools. I’m a planner. And when it comes to my babies, I’m even more of a planner because I just want the very best for them. That being said, we quickly felt a pull to one specific school. We immediately could see our son there, loving it, and thriving. This educational option came with significant sacrifices on our part (as l’m sure many options do), but we were willing to take that on because it felt like where he was suppose to be. And on top of all of that, it was only a few minutes down the road, which was imbortant to us to have our children in a school directly in our community.

    So all that being said, leading up to school beginning and throughout this first week, why have I felt so much anxiety and unrest? I didn’t understand. I’ve spent much of my time home this week praying, reflecting, processing, and seeking God for what was beneath the anxiety and unrest. I think I almost wanted it to be that I was making the wrong educational decision so that I could easily fix it.

    The Lord revealed two things…

    1. He was asking (inviting) me to trust Him exactly where I’m at (where my son is at ) and knowing that in the trusting, he would direct my steps and decisions (for all of us).
    2. I was having a very hard time giving up control of my baby to someone other than myself, for a significant amount of time.

    Ooof! That feels heavier, deeper. I can’t “fix” those things by simply just sending my son somewhere else.

    And yet, when He graciously revealed these two areas to me as the sources of my anxiety and unrest, I couldn’t deny them. They are 100% accurate.

    Sometimes, it is harder for me to trust and be faithful exactly where I am (where my family is) and surrender it all knowing that if anything needs to be changed or adiusted. He will make that clear. Sometimes, many times, it is more about the fact that I am not in control and as my babies grow that becomes more and more apparent. That is hard. Thev’re my babies. But again, it’s trusting God exactly where my babies are at and surrendering them to Him knowing that He is their ultimate Father and that He will direct my parenting and my decisions for each of them. And even when I am not physically with them every moment, He is.

    This is one of the many times lately, that I am learning that rarely does my anxiety come from a circumstance or situation. Instead, my anxiety comes from a place of not fully trusting God and desiring to continue to hold onto the control.

    That’s hard to admit. But weirdly, it also brings a ton of relief and freedom.

    I think when I associate my anxiety with a circumstance or situation, although | know it makes me feel like I have some sort of control, it also places a lot of pressure in that it feels like it is my responsibility to solve the problem or change the situation.

    Where as when I really get to the bottom of where my anxiety is coming from and find its source in an area of disbelief in God, although that’s hard, it also is freeing because my only response has to be to confess it and give it over to His most capable hands. My response is trust and surrender. And then not only does He continue being sovereign, He also transforms my heart and mind to lessen the disbelief with His presence and power. That’s a beautiful gift.

    So each dav. I will wake up and say out loud, “I trust you, Jesus. Help me surrender the control I think I have to more fully embrace your sovereignty, goodness, faithfulness, and love. I trust You to guide me and my family according to your will.”

  • Identity,  Parenting,  Spiritual,  Vulnerability

    Identity ≠ Accomplishments

    (Previous blog post from April 2, 2023)

    More of my life has been spent with the belief that my accomplishments created my identity than the opposite. I lived thinking and believing that when I accomplished goals, promotions, leading roles, then I was really somebody. If people knew who I was, then I felt good about myself. And if I can be transparent, even typing these words makes me cringe. But it is truly where I found my identity, I just couldn’t admit it when I was in the middle of it.

    But what I could tell you all those years was that I was exhausted and never felt enough. I never knew enough, did enough, served enough, created enough, was enough. I was always trying to be a step ahead and a step above. And although it manifested as pride (and it was pride), it was my weak attempt at making sure others found me valuable. Because on my own, I didn’t think I was.

    And on a much deeper level, all of this striving communicated that God in me was not enough either.

    You might be wondering how I stopped evaluating my identity based on these things.

    Well, I wish I could tell you I woke up one morning and had a great revelation that changed my heart and mind to stop all the striving. That is so far from the truth.

    Let me back up a little bit and fill you in on a bit more of my story.

    I was a secondary, special education teacher for 13 years. And I loved it. And I was good at it. But I made sure I was good at it and was recognized for being good at it. It wasn’t enough for me to just know God had given me a gift for teaching. Nope.

    I needed others to validate that.

    Then about halfway through those 13 years of teaching, I decided I wanted to pursue seminary. I always knew God was calling me to do more than teach within the public school system. And I was confident it involved some aspect of public ministry. After encouragement from those that knew me well, I began and completed my degree in ministerial leadership while also teaching full-time. Those years in seminary were some o my driest years spiritually (a story for another post). I was so focused on knowledge consumption, doing well, and proving myself that any and all opportunities for intimacy with God were wasted.

    After seminary I was convinced I would just be handed the ministry position of my dreams. That was not so much the case. And what did finally develop was a volunteer position doing something I hoped to be paid to do. But I took the opportunity to get experience and in all honesty, make my name known.

    Friends, I didn’t do well. It wasn’t so much that I couldn’t do well, but rather I was so focused on proving myself that asking for help or admitting I didn’t know something was not an option. Ugly, I know.

    So I resigned from that volunteer position feeling more defeated than ever.

    I continued teaching, still knowing God was calling me to more or different.

    And it wasn’t until the birth of my firstborn that I gained enough courage to step away from teaching to pursue the “more”. A new opportunity almost immediately presented itself and I was overjoyed. It was all the validation I needed.

    It went well for a while. Until it didn’t. It was one of the first times I tackled something that truly would be an appropriate challenge using my gifts.

    However, I was in an environment where questions and needing additional support and guidance was not appreciated or encouraged.

    This failed experience brought all of my insecurities right back to the surface and the striving to be enough kicked into full force. All my fears of being found to be an imposter, unable, and not enough came right to the surface. Even my ability to hear God’s voice and follow His leading was in question.

    At this point in my life, I was just a mom.

    I didn’t have an external, important job.

    I didn’t have any big accomplishments or achievements.

    In fact, everything I had wrapped up into my identity was gone.

    And the one thing I always said (prior to having kids) I never wanted to be, I was. A stay-at-home-mom.

    Fast forward to today, having been a SAHM for the last few years, I can say with certainty that the road leading up to where I am today is the exact method God needed use to strip me of finding my identity and value in my accomplishments. It was painful, hard, and deeply gut-wrenching at times, but if it is the vehicle God used to bring me to the place I am today, I can say with honesty I would do it all again.

    It is my greatest joy to be a mama to my two babies. And having all of the worldly accolades, accomplishments, and roles stripped away, I have my identity anchored solidly in the One who gave me life. And even more, when opportunities do arise for other ways to use my gifts, I can step into those knowing I have nothing to prove because I know who I am. And that is unchanging.

    Now let me be clear, I am not saying I wake up every day with pure confidence and peace knowing my identity is solidly in Christ. But because I now have the gift of awareness at where I use to find and place my identity, I can more quickly catch myself when I fall back into that trap. Take a step back. Adjust my focus.

    Bathe my heart and mind in truth. And reevaluate my next steps to make sure what I am doing and thinking is aligned with who I am, a daughter of the Most High.

    I know who I am. I know what gifts and skills God has given me. And I know living out my identity and using my gifts and skills can look a million different ways. But no matter what that looks like or how well I do, my identity and value will always be found in the One who rescued my soul.

  • Marriage,  Parenting,  Spiritual,  Vulnerability

    Hearing “Mama” Never Gets Old

    (Previous blog post from March 27, 2023)

    My primary responsibility (beyond disciple of Jesus) is being a mama. It’s a gift I always knew I wanted. And yet, I never thought it would look like this. Or maybe I should say, I never thought my heart would soften to this degree to fully embrace it as I have. It is a complete transformation by God.

    Now, lest I lead you to believe something that is false, let me be clear. Being a mama is both the best and hardest thing I have ever done. It has literally brought out parts of me I never would have wanted to be brought forth and celebrated.

    And it has highlighted aspects of me that show my deep brokenness and need for Jesus.

    So, a prominent part of this blog will be vulnerable and real glimpses into what it means for me to be a mama and all that comes with that.

    But I wanted to start by sharing a bit of my story leading up to becoming a mama.

    I got married when I was 32. That being said, we didn’t try to have kids right away; we waited a little over a year. And when we did start trying to get pregnant, we didn’t have a problem getting pregnant, but rather carrying our baby. I had a miscarriage with our first pregnancy. And a day after finding out I had a miscarriage, I found out I also had a molar pregnancy. I’m guessing you haven’t heard of that, because up until then, neither had I. In short, a molar pregnancy results from problems that occur when sperm fertilize an egg. In a typical pregnancy, a placenta forms to nourish the growing embryo, but a placenta doesn’t form normally in molar pregnancies.

    In addition to losing my baby, the medical follow-up needed with a molar pregnancy is extensive and does not allow a person to try to get pregnant again for at least a year. It felt like a loss followed by another loss.

    And as much as I didn’t want to focus on a timeline as to when I “should” have children, I felt like my age was a factor. So it felt more urgent, which just created greater anxiety for me during that time.

    But God…

    I don’t say that lightly. I know it gets said a lot, but for me this was just the beginning of fully giving up my timelines, dreams, and plans to submit fully to His. It was painful, hard, lonely, heavy and also one of the most freeing decisions I have ever made and continue to make.

    After I completed the medical plan following my molar pregnancy, we tried again to get pregnant and several months later welcomed our baby boy.

    He was everything I had ever dreamed of and way more.

    My transition into motherhood was rough, however. I was still working full-time as a teacher at that time and feeling less-than in all areas of my life.

    But God…

    After completing the school year just before my son turned one, I decided that would be my last year of teaching in the public school system. This is a topic for another blog post, but suffice it to say, God had been nudging me to leave teaching for quite some time. And I believe He used my son to give me the extra courage I needed.

    A year and another miscarriage later, we found out we were pregnant with our daughter. I was 37 and terrified my age and struggle with keeping my babies would cause something to go wrong with this pregnancy too.

    Extra medical treatment during this pregnancy was due to my “advanced maternal age.” § But I was thankful for the extra precautions and more regular check-ins. It was a wonderful pregnancy and a beautiful birth.

    So jump ahead, I am now almost 40 (just two months away) with two beautiful babies (I will always call them my babies no matter how old they get (5) and I’m a stay-at-home-mom and part-time work-from-home-mom. And although there are a ton of hard moments, I cherish every minute I have with my babies.

    But God…

    I was the lady that swore I would NEVER be a stay-at-home-mama. I didn’t want to. I wasn’t wired for it. I just knew I would hate it. And yet, God knew better…He knew BEST.

    I wish you could have known me before I was married and had kids. I’m not sure you would have liked me. I don’t think I really liked me. But the woman standing before you for I guess I should say, writing before you) today feels right. I feel like I am finally becoming and settling into the woman God always created me to be. And I am confident and excited knowing He’s far from finished.

    The more I submit, the more I surrender, the more I say “I trust you, Jesus,” the more beautiful, full, and free my life becomes.

    There are so many more details about my story to share with you. But I think this is a great place to start.

    Hearing “mama” never gets old for so so many reasons. 💟