I had spent all my life with what I call, a case of mistaken identity (a situation in which I thought a particular person, aka, me was someone else). Yes, and for many of us, the same is true. We have identified ourselves through the lens of lies and experiences the enemy throws our way. It started in 5th grade for me.
I was scared and anxious about something that wasn’t even my reality yet. The thoughts consumed me of woulda, shoulda, coulda’s. This was new, unchartered waters for our family. New place, new people, new culture, new language, new food, new everything. My inner super planner self was freaking out. Not knowing how things were going to turn out was quite scary. My mind was going crazy and overload with fears. I needed my to-do-list in order to start checking things off so I could have some control of how my life is going to turn out.
Today, it became very evident that God hears and answers prayers. After a conversation, I had with my brother and sister in law, I was sure they were in my prayer closet that very week. At the time, I was battling being a homemaker and homeschool Mom. My season of pursuing a career had ended as I felt strongly the Lord wanted me home with the kiddos. This was quite a challenge because I had little knowledge of homeschooling. In fact, I attempted homeschooling our first born for one school semester and it was an epic failure; at the end of the day my son and I were both in tears and feeling great frustration. I came to the conclusion that homeschooling wasn’t meant for our family because it took special skills and an abundance of patience to pull that gig off, however, even while feeling inadequate, I found myself saying “Yes” to the Lord for the task at hand this time around.
So, I had a bit of a meltdown situation this week🙆. I was crying, stressed, overwhelmed and discouraged about motherhood and raising godly kids. You know the mundane stuff; cleaning, cooking, correcting, diapers, dishes, and basically repeating oneself over and over about the same things everyday🙇. Can anyone relate? I don’t want to have these meltdowns often so I try to find the reason or lesson behind this ordeal.
There are days when I wake up and I feel as though my children had some type of supernatural encounter because they are behaving like angels😇. They help me make breakfast, they start the coffee pot for me, they have completed their morning routine without any reminders, they are not fussing with each but actually helping each other and being extra nice (at this point I am a little suspicious 🧐😉) like where are my real children…lol.
Through my struggles, I am constantly reminded by the Lord that I am being forged by fire. So, I take on life with a new attitude and a unique perspective … I welcome challenges and struggles. Yes, that’s right! The obstacles in my life are refining me so I am writing a letter…
Dear Struggles,
Does the amount of obstacles we face determine our success?
Do we need obstacles to grow?
We all want it, wish for it; a life without obstacles.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to live life without chaos, heartaches, trials, and difficulties but a life of faith, faith that moves mountains, comes at a cost.
I want our kids well-behaved, my marriage a breeze, the finances bountiful and things to come easy. I also want to live out every one of God’s promises. I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to struggle. I don’t want to feel the pressure that turns coals into diamonds.
Hi Everyone!
So, glad you stopped by! Pull up a chair, grab some coffee, get comfy and let’s chat. Are you ready? I am here to share the unscripted uncut messy details of my day and the lessons I am learning from these experiences. I don’t have perfect days. Some days are a hot mess and others turn out to be much better. I don’t know all the answers. I am still figuring it out. I know each day will have it’s set of challenges and triumphs and I try to embrace them both with an open heart and a positive attitude. Someday’s I lose my Jesus a little and find him all over again in a moment of surrender and trading in my strength for HIS.
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