Summer break … bitter sweet. I have had lots of rest and tackled many projects. By the end of the day – I am still tired. It is day 14 (weekdays only)…
Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds
James 1: 2
Confession– I am a BIG work in progress when counting it all joy. So lets practice…
- I am TIRED of the crumbs and the request for the 100th snack of the day- before lunch – I am JOYFUL that I can provide snacks and he is healthy enough to enjoy them.
- I am TIRED the number of outfits worn for 30 seconds and put in the laundry – I am JOYFUL that I am able to do laundry.
- I am TIRED of the number of toys stuffed somewhere and claimed to be put away- I am JOYFUL for the laughter that was heard while playing with them.
- I JOYFUL for the extra cuddles, chit chats, help with small chores.
What daily things will you try to count as joy today?
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.
The reality of my bedroom food.
Bedroom Food Confession #3.
Background- I am a teacher and was on spring break this week. This is one of the few times I have off and the rest of the family is not. I enjoy some quiet time in my house – alone. I create a huge to do list and work hard to accomplish it all.
Confession– If you think AND then speak your thought that I haven’t done anything during my time off…. I will throw a sponge at you, yes a sponge, before retreating to the bedroom food.
The reality of my bedroom food.
OK Bedroom Food Confession #2. (If you missed #1 – where it came from go here).
In BFC #1 I shared what that was- what I didn’t share is that I learned that from an aunt that shall remain nameless. But in reality- I haven’t hosted a BBQ/Picnic in months upon months. And I have already shared my opinion… that bedroom food saves lives.
Confession– BBQ/Picnic or not -I still have bedroom food. In a house full of boys, this may or may not be a tampon box filled with goodies under my bed.
So not even in 12 hours into posting again and I have a confession. But first…. what in the heck is bedroom food. So imagine yourself hosting a picnic/BBQ. Go ahead close your eyes…. scratch that – keep reading. Any who – picnic hosting…. friends and family bring dishes to pass. In comes that cousin – with the to die for brownies (insert here what ever you crave). You hug them and thank them for bringing the brownies. When they go out to the deck to say hi to everyone else – you covertly take a good stash of the brownies (OK who are we joking – you take all but 2) to the bedroom. Return to the food table and work those 2 single brownies into the table scape.
After the day is over and you have finished cleaning up – you put the kids to bed, you wish the hubs a good night and head to the bedroom – and have a brownie.Every women should have some bedroom food. Bedroom food saves lives. OK maybe that is extreme …. maybe not.
Confession – not even a day into my re-entry of the blog-o-sphere, with a plan to share
my our story/storm through my eyes over the coming weeks/months- and I am overwhelmed. Not with the story sharing- but how many “arrows” have been aimed in my direction to cause me to loose focus. Focus on God, daily digging into the word, focus on my kids needs, focus on my husbands needs, focus on this deep desire (that I can not explain to write). So many things the last 2 days. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING major – each individual “arrow” wouldn’t even have been remembered 5 minutes later, typically. OK- maybe the crazy women who purposefully put her car into reverse at a busy red light and backed into me – but the rest of it would have been easily forgotten in 5 minutes. But the onslaught of 1,000,001 arrows at once- has me off kilter.
My husband took me for a short drive for a needed cup of delicious coffee, on this cold rainy evening. When we pulled back into our driveway – I could have sat in the car for hours to hide. Maybe it is the super-moon, maybe it is coincidence, maybe it’s the enemy, maybe it’s PMS, maybe I needed a cookie with that coffee? So who has the bedroom food… I’ll be there in 5 minutes. My husband is on a diet and we have nothing.