So grab your bedroom food… I am currently savoring a few mini Hershey milk chocolate easter eggs.
Not such a news flash … I have flaws. In the last few years, I have been working on embracing, laughing at and loving my flaws. The official definition of flaw is a mark, fault or imperfection that mars a substance or object. Clearly the person who wrote this was not comfortable with the perfect design of our flaws by the Lord.
Confession– I REALLY struggled with this for a VERY long time EVERYDAY. Luckily, it is only a struggle sometimes now.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalms 139: 14 (ESV)
I am flawed in so many ways. This is how I landed on OverFlawed Mom years ago – when this idea was just a fleeting thought that made me toss and turn at night. Yes I am over flawed – and I thanks the good Lord most days for every flaw he designed and will use in one shape or form. My prayer for you this week – is that you are loving your flaws.
So I am a little to excited these days… I have some exciting things coming for the blog / community… OK community may be pushing it at the moment… my little small town on the interwebs. BUT before I share the new and upcoming- I wanted to share a little of the history and why of OverFlawedMom.
Background: Back in the day- prior to kids, prior to marriage- I had a blog to journal and share experiences in the world of school administration. About 4 years ago, I had placed on my heart STRONGLY (like lost sleep over the voices), to change direction. I found every excuse in the book – the main one being time. As a school administrator, I worked … ALOT. I was married and we had 2 kids. I couldn’t imagine finding the time to write with a focus on the Lord- targeting moms and teachers. I prayed and prayed. Long story short – all of a sudden a classroom teaching job was- pretty much placed in my lap. I took it and had great plans and content planned to debut last summer (2018). Well, life happened and my focus day in and day out needed to be on my family. To be honest though – I was angry, I had the time and even had content developed. I wasn’t angry with the battles we were facing (another story for another day)- but angry at the timing. Sitting here today- I know this was the path I needed. The content needed to be tweaked, I needed the experience, wisdom, victories, and faith the storm provided.
“Yesterday”- So at the start of 2019… I fell on the one word band wagon. I choose the word courage. I defined that as, 2019 a year to accept fears, release the past, and live my courageous life through Christ. Honestly, I was doing everything to avoid the very definition I crafted. So, I had the privilege to serve on the book launch team for Do It Scared, by Ruth Soukup. The timing, (his timing) was perfect. What I learned is my primary fear type is – Self-doubter. Followed closely – in a three way tie – Procrastinator (perfectionist), Rule Follower, People Pleaser. (Shocker for those who know me LOL).
“Tomorrow”- So in the name of Courage…With the start of June -This is what OverFlawedMom is going to look like:
- Continued with regular (more regular) posts:
- Tuesday Series: Bedroom Food Confessions (See post here and here to explain the joys of Bedroom Food)
- Thursday Series: For the Love of Flaws
- Starting July 2019 – Monthly Christian Themed Challenges (More info to come Thursday June 5)
- Seasonally Bible Studies for Teachers (or anyone – but will have classroom ties and applications) – First one starts week of June 10. More info to come Monday June 3.
- Note- To start with, I am not writing these, I am leading the group study, using and tweaking current materials to fit our needs.
- Facebook Page for more random thoughts 🙂
I am so up-cited….. (not a typo- this is the next level of excited). I hope you will come along with me. To stay up to date on happenings, I do encourage you either follow OverFlawedMom on Facebook here or sign up for emails on my Contact Me Page.
So in the words of courage and trying…
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.
This it one of my favorite verses – as I know now- as a self doubter… so fitting.
For the Love … of Love
Insider Information: For. The. Love. Thursday series- has a meaning. I use the saying For. The. Love. allot. This saying in my life- is usually used when I don’t have the words. Can be tied to frustration. Can be tied to unknowing Can be tied to unexpected laughter. It really covers the gamut.
Those who have followed me when this blog first started years ago (before my hiatus) – know I work in education. For my followers who have joined since my return to the blogging world, I left administration to return to the classroom a couple years ago. I work on the University of North Carolina at Charlotte campus. Yes that campus- with the shooting Tuesday.
For. The. Love. .. The last 36 hours have been surreal. Exhausting. The feels and thoughts. Grieving the innocence lost on so many of my students. Grieving the world my kids are growing up in. Grieving that students now a days know if they see running to join in step, not ask questions- just run. That sound and sight of the alert on a phone, in a classroom, on the campus TVs – telling you to “Run. Hide. Fight. Secure yourself.” Grieving that you almost expect to see it at some point. But God….. But Riley who tackled the gunman. But God’s hand in having such a heart positioned in the right place at the right time- to protect his other children. So yesterday I grieved for the loss of so much- and Lyrics from While I Wait – brought some peace yesterday.
Your promises remain
You’re faithful every day
Your promises remain
Though I don’t understand it
I will worship with my pain
You are God, You are worthy
You are with me all the way
So while I wait, I will worship
Lord, I’ll worship Your name
Though I don’t have all the answers
Still I trust You all the same
But today- Joy. This doesn’t mean the UNCC community and myself aren’t still grieving so much… But today I choose joy. Joy for the amazing co-workers, students, families, and the rest of the UNCC community and the outpouring love. Joy of the impromptu breakfast date this morning. Joy for the amazing sunshine that was out on my extended walk to my work building from the parking deck. Joy for the amazing love, support, and faith pouring out on campus. But God. But Joy.
James 1:2 “Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds,”
So show love by choosing joy today and pray for the Niner Nation.
You know when I was a beginning teacher- I knew I had to improve in my brain. But, in my heart I thought I was the next best thing next to sliced bread. Now, years upon years later, I lay awake, sleepless some nights, tossing and turning, because I feel like I am not good enough. The truth is- I have grown exponentially since year one. I am so much better now then I was then. The more I hone in on my craft, the farther I feel I am from the finish line.
On my morning drive I realized- this is how I feel in my faith walk.Years ago- I thought I was a great, not perfect, but great Christian women. My faith walk has endured storms, attacks, lulls, and I have been tested and tested over and over. I am so much closer to the Lord, my relationship has grown so much. Yet, I feel so much farther from the finish line. Funny how real growth, from a seed into a baby plant – growth out of the darkness (dirt), actually makes you realize how much more distance you have to get to the clouds.
Crying in church. Every. Time.
I have an aunt that cries all the time. I love her – she is more than an aunt. She is my sister, friend, spiritual guide, aunt, therapist, and the list goes on. Crying comes natural and from my perspective easy.
I am not that person. I don’t cry. I just don’t. It isn’t that I choose to not cry- I have days I want the tears to be released and just flow. Just maybe that will solve the current struggle.
In the past year, however, I cry at church. Every. Time. This was worrisome to a degree. Now, I know it shouldn’t cause great concern, but it did. As simple as that- it did. I would have a great Sunday morning and walk into church willing myself, convincing myself that I had absolutely no reason to cry. I am so very blessed. I would leave the service with watered down eyes.
Ecclesiastes 3:4 (NIV) a time to week and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance … a time to tear and a time to mend…
My story of storms in the recent year(s), honestly, left me utterly broken. Fallen, unable to get up, unable to do basic daily life… but blessed because I feel at his feet. What a great landing place. As I redefined my life, with my new scars and embracing some new flaws. I am a child of God – and the scars from the storm – really have hit home in my heart –
with because of my scars and flaws- how much grace, love, guidance, understanding has been poured over me by God daily. I don’t mourn every Sunday. My eyes well up, my voice cracks complete overwhelmed by this realization. He did restore what I thought I lost. He drew me near. He ran to me. When I couldn’t fly- he carried me up the mountain. He listened to my cries, my prayers, my unspoken pleas- he gave me peace in a storm- that couldn’t have produced peace. He gave me strength. He loved me. He loves me. The unmeasurable gratitude that fills my spirit- I redeclare my love for him. I redeclare my desire to forever be his. To forever love him. To feel that, especially in his house – brings on the tears.
For. The. Love. Of Tears – Every thankful Sunday … and quite a few days in between.