Did I mention it’s spring break?

In keeping with the whole “break” concept, I’ve given myself a pass on responsibilities and routine this week. Instead, we’re having some fun, tackling some long-overdue appointments, and maxin’ and relaxin’ at home.

But I don’t want to leave you hanging all week, so pop back each day and read a post from this series…

Just a Mom (part one) – It’s Okay to Want More

Just a Mom (part two) - 5 Key Principles to Getting Started

Just a Mom (part three) – Practical Tips for Getting out of the Slump

Just a Mom (part four) – It’s not About You

Just a Mom (part five) – Finding Your Calling

Just a Mom (part six) -  Q & A #1, Q & A #2, Q & A #3

 




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What is Success?

I’m a results-oriented gal. In order to feel as though I’ve succeeded, something must be accomplished. Not started, not in process, but finished.

In the life of a mother, though, few things are ever truly finished to completion. Laundry piles up faster than it can be done. Crumbs, dust, and dog hair accumulate so quickly that only daily vacuuming would ever keep the floors properly cleaned. Cooking dinner is an activity that repeats itself day after day with no end in sight.

You can see how motherhood could cause a results-oriented girl to feel a bit like a failure. The only solution is to redefine success.

Success now means:

- A public outing where no one vomits, screams, runs away, or sustains an injury requiring emergency care.

- A laundry pile that is shorter than the tallest child.

- The fact that everyone has at least one pair of clean underwear in their dresser.

- Serving food other than take out at least five times per week.

- Small children are bathed frequently enough that they don’t appear to be dirty. (FYI, once a week will probably do.)

- Actual housework is done frequently enough that you can say, “Of course I vacuum!” (FYI, monthly suffices.)

- There are some groceries in the house. Somewhere.

- The noise and insanity is caused by children having fun as opposed to attempting to dismember one another.

- Nothing holding a value greater than $100 is broken in any one day.

- At the end of the day, when all is quiet with children snugly in their beds, you can kick back, smile, and quote the reality TV intro, “It’s a crazy life, but it’s our life.”

Ah, sweet success!

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I haven’t cleaned my house in months (and I’ll share my secret with you)

As you know, I have a bit of a perfectionist personality. It’s all or nothing, the very best or not at all. But my methods did not serve me well when it came to housework. In order to achieve “all” in the cleanliness department, I had to spend an entire day cleaning the house from top to bottom. And if I didn’t have an entire day, I wouldn’t bother starting the job.

Over time, I discovered five secrets that have set me free from housework altogether!

1. It doesn’t have to be (and often can’t be) all done at once.

The goal here is not perfection. The goal is to have a gross-free house, to kill the germs and make it feel livable. So I made a chart, figuring out which jobs were best done on which day of the week. (For example, we’ve got small group on Thursday nights, which means the main bathroom ought to be done – can anyone say five children? Yuck!)

2. Many husbands are willing to help, if we just let them.

Pat actually doesn’t mind vacuuming. Which is great for me, because that’s one of my least favorite jobs! One day I finally just asked him if vacuuming could be his weekly job. He said yes. That was about  or 6 months ago. In that time, I’ve held the vacuum in my hands only once. (The secret to getting his help around the house is this… shut up! Nothing makes a guy want to quit helping more than being told how to do something. His way may not be your way, but the important thing is getting the job done.)

3. Our children really do want to help. Really!

I’ve had lots of reasons for not getting my kids to help over the years. They do a poor job. They get underfoot. I’m faster. I do it better. I should do it, it’s my job because I’m a homemaker.

Anyone with kids under the age of 10 or so probably hears this question a lot, “Can I help?” They want to be with us, near us, like us. It was actually my brilliant husband who finally convinced me to leverage their desire to help.

4. A month’s worth of training is worth a lifetime of freedom.

The hardest part in getting the kids to help around the house was teaching them. I’m pretty particular about how the bathrooms get cleaned, and just sending a child off to clean the bathroom seldom resulted in success. So, for an entire month, every weekend, we had family housecleaning day. It toook alllllllll day.

Week 1 – Mommy cleaned while talking about what she was doing. Kid watched and tried a bit.

Week 2 – Mommy and child worked together, hand-over-hand to get the job done.

Week 3 – Child did the work while Mommy watched and talked about what he/she was doing. Mommy gave lots of cheerleading and a little bit of coaching.

Week 4 – Child did the work. Mommy came to inspect the job after, offering a little more coaching and still a lot of cheerleading.

Months 2 into forever – After the child has been properly trained, Mommy does occasional inspections. If the job isn’t done right, an experienced child will be sent to do it over again.

(Just a quick side-note. I know some people are thinking, “But my kids are just too young for this.” I thought it, too.

True, I don’t ask our 4 year old to do bathrooms yet. But he can empty the garbage cans, put away his own laundry, help me fold the laundry, dust with the hand-held duster – as high as he can reach, run the Swiffer vac on the wood floors, help set and clear the table, windex off the dishwasher and fridge doors, set out his own clothes for the next day, and clean up toys from the playroom.

Many of these jobs he could have helped with from the age of 2 or 2 1/2, had I let him. Before you write your kids off as too young, let them try! You might be surprised.

The hardest child to train has been our eldest. We gave him a free ride for 12 years or so, and motivating him out of the laziness he’s become accustomed to is quite the challenge! So be warned – don’t wait too long.)

5. Children like to teach.

In training our kids to do housework, I only needed to really teach each kid one job. I taught Abbey (9) to do bathrooms. Megan (8) learned to unload the dishwasher and put away dishes. Shea (6) was taught how to windex the glass and stainless surfaces in the house. Braeden (13) was taught how to clean up the dog poo in the back yard. And Malakai (4) learned how to empty all the bathroom garbage cans.

I let each child work at perfecting their job (about a month), then they get to switch (keeps them from getting bored). But, on the week when they switch it up, they must take the time to properly train their sibling to take over the job.

Since I’ve begun working, my kids have had a handy li’l chart on the fridge. There are daily jobs for each of them (pack your lunch for school, do your homework, choose your clothes for the next day, dishwasher, set table, etc.). There are jobs that happen a couple times each week (clean up dog poo, walk the dog, put away your laundry – I haven’t trained them on using the washer and dryer yet, but it’s coming!). And there are jobs that happen once a week (dust the whole house, clean each bathroom, Swiffer the wood floors).

I will confess that, about once a month, I will do a portion of the housework. I might spend an hour cleaning all the bathrooms to immaculate. Or after Pat vacuums I’ll give the floors a serious washing. But I don’t have to do the whole-day marathon. I don’t even have to do one job each day. The chart on the fridge tells me that my only duties are laundry and cooking, and everything else belongs to someone else.

Sweet, beautiful freedom! (You can be free, too!)

Do the other people in your household pitch in? Or do you (like me) need to kill your inner perfectionist?




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Why be You, When You can be Me? (a repost)

Some moms cry when they drop their babies off at Kindergarten. They mourn the “lasts” in life: the last baby, the last snuggles, the last one in a crib… I’ve never been particularly sentimental about the whole growing up process. I have to resist the urge to throw a party over the last diaper change, the last time we need to haul a stroller, the first day of school, or the first bus ride.

I used to think there was something wrong with me.

I’m a cryer when it comes to other strong emotions, though. If my man and I disagree, even in the most gentle of ways, he’s almost always guaranteed a waterworks show. I think, when it comes to wives, I tend to fall into the category of “high maintenance.”

I really used to think there was something wrong with me.

The other moms all seemed better than me. The other wives easier. What is wrong with me?! Why do I have to be this way?! Why can’t I just be like her???

Did you ever see that commercial with the machine that transformed young girls? As they waited in line for their transformation, a sultry voice would repeat, “Why be you when you can be me?” That supermodel’s voice was my life’s soundtrack.

But somewhere along the way I learned something… God made me just the way I am for a purpose.
Periodically, I need to remind myself that I am okay just as I am. So I figured that maybe you might need a reminder, too.

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If you’re a mom, you may experience feelings of guilt and inadequacy when you see other mothers.

If you’re a wife, perhaps you struggle with feeling “less than” and “too much” all at the same time. You feel guilty for not being the wife you think you should be.

If you’re a career woman, maybe you look around you and think you need to be different. You compare wardrobe, skills, popularity, and more, and feel as though you fall short.

If you’re a Christian woman, add in feelings of not being as good or Godly as other Christian women.

You know what? Those feelings are lies! Your feelings cannot be trusted, for they will deceive you. Instead, trust in God’s true Word.

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
~ Psalm 139:13-16

Friend, you are exactly the woman you are for a reason.

There is nothing wrong with you, there is nothing broken in you, and you do not need to be like anyone else.

God created you to be YOU, not anyone else.

Your personality is the perfect personality for you and for those you spend your time with. You have the body shape you do because He designed you to look a certain way. Your skills, gifts, and talents were given by Him to build His kingdom and bless those around you. Your shortcomings and struggles, too.
You are a child of God, and there is no measuring stick for who you are versus who you should be. There is no “right” kind of woman. God calls us to relationship with Him and others, not rules.

My friend, don’t allow yourself to get caught in the snare of comparison. You are you, and the woman beside you is her – neither of you is supposed to try to be like the other.

God loves you the way you are. In fact, He intended you be the way you are for a purpose. So, instead of trying to be like her, just be the best you.




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Protection? Or Presence?

Last week I mentioned a couple difficult situations that my children (and I) are walking through…

I’ve been thinking and praying about those things on behalf of my kids. A lot.

God’s been answering me, speaking to my heart about life’s struggles. What He’s been saying surprised me. For example…

I asked Him for help for Malakai. I prayed that drop off time at daycare wouldn’t be so difficult for him, that he would be less sad and afraid. I asked God to be with him, protect him, and comfort him. I asked God to turn Kai’s experience around, so that he would be excited about the fun days he would have.

At first, I heard what I expected to hear from the Lord…

Tyler, I love your little boy even more than you do. I have his best interests at heart. I am always with him, protecting and comforting him. You can trust Me with him.

But then, God started saying (not out loud, but into my heart) things that took me by surprise.

Just as I use every situation – especially the difficult ones – to shape you to serve Me, I will use this trial in Malakai’s life for My Kingdom purposes.

Do not think that your children will be exempt from hardship simply because you love and serve Me. If their faith and strength and character are “by default,” they will be weak. But a faith in Me that comes from truly needing Me will be their own. Yes, daughter, even in their preschool years I am already shaping them for My service.

Imagine the great things that a child named “Messenger of God” can do for My Kingdom. Then multiply that by 1,000. Those are the kind of plans I have for Malakai…and for each of your children.

But just as you needed to walk through hardships, grow in faith, allow yourself to lean into My strength, and become mature in character in order to serve Me – so will they. If I protect them from these trials that come their way, they will miss out on something greater I have for them.

Trust Me.

As God and I had this conversation, and I wanted to argue with Him about what was best for my children, I was reminded of how Beth Moore prays for her daughters… She has often mentioned praying along the lines of, “Lord, please do not protect these children from that which will bring them into Your Presence.” (Not a direct quote. But if someone has her exact words handy, please share!)

I’ve often thought how wildly brave that prayer is, and how cowardly my own prayers for my children seem in comparison. I ask for His protection for them, but fail to ask for them to experience the reality of His presence in their lives.

And that begs the question… What would I rather have for my children – His protection or His presence?

Have you ever prayed that wildly brave prayer for your children?

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I Love My Kids, But Do I Like Them?

I recently listened to a commentary on Titus 2 that honed in on the phrase, “teach the younger women to love their husbands and children.” I heard something new, something that I had never considered…

The word “love” in that passage is translated to the Greek word “philos.” Philos refers to friendship.

As I listened, I wrote a note to myself, “Am I a friend to my kids? Do they feel as though I like them?”

My kids know I love them. I have no doubt of that. But do they feel liked by me? Do they feel as though I enjoy spending time with them? Do we have fun together? Do I tell them that I like them for who they are? Do I treat them with the same care and respect I do a friend, or even an acquaintance?

Sadly, I can’t be sure.

But this is something I need to be sure about. So here are a few things I think I can do to let my kids know I really like them:

- Really listen and respond when they have something to tell me. Look at them and pay attention.

- Be willing to set aside my duties in order to do something fun.

- Say yes more often than no.

- Laugh more.

- Smile more.

- Tell them the things I like about them. Every day.

On the first day of school, the kids and I played a board game together when they got home. We had grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner, and the dog hair never got swept up, but I’m pretty sure everyone crawled into bed with a smile that night.

And you know what I realized? I really do like my kids!

What do you do (or could you start doing) to help your kids (or husband, or parents…) see that you really do like them?
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Upside-Down

Back in my college days, after the arrival of my firstborn, I could often be heard speaking these words, “Oh, I could never be a stay at home mom! I’m just not wired that way. I’ll be a better mom if I’ve got something for me.”

Add a few years and two more babies. My story changed to, “One day I’ll go back to work…when they’re in school. I just can’t afford to work right now. Childcare would eat up my whole pay cheque.”

Add a couple more babies, more years, and a closer relationship with Jesus. “I’m not sure if I’ll ever work again. Somewhere along the way, I learned not only to be content in my role as a homemaker, but to find joy in it. If we can afford for me to stay home forever, volunteering in ministry, that’s what I’ll do.”

As a young, idealistic, opinionated twenty-year-old, I was certain that my life would be dull and lifeless if I were home with my kids 24/7. As a slightly older, slightly less opinionated, and just as idealistic thirty-year-old, I was convinced that being home 24/7 would be best for my family.

Today, I am a thirty-three (and a half) year old working mom. Here are three lessons God has been teaching me about His upside-down Kingdom over the years.

1. Never say never.

God’s plan doesn’t usually fit within our ideals. While sometimes our ideals are formed based on God speaking to us and teaching us, it’s important to remember that the plan He has for each of us is not a “one and only” thing. God’s plan (and our lives) cycle through seasons.

There will be years of quiet, times of service, days of stretching, and moments of storms. And we do not get to dictate the ebb and flow - God Almighty is the commander of the seasons of life.

2. Comfortable doesn’t last.

We all enjoy times of peace, quiet, and routine. There is something wonderful about feeling “settled.” The thing is, as we are settling in we can also begin settling for. We settle for a faith journey that is mediocre, at best.

God knows, though, that we can serve Him better, our lives can give Him more glory, our families can better reflect His love in our communities, when we are stretched outside that little comfort bubble we live in.

3. It’s not about me.

Of course I believe that God has a special purpose and plan that is specific to me and my life. But sometimes, His plan for my life is not necessarily specifically for my benefit.

God created us to serve Him, to worship Him, and to share His Good News throughout the world. He did not create us to be happy and content. (I’m sorry if that comes as a disappointment to anyone.) God is far more concerned with the salvation of the world than he is with our happiness.

The great thing is, if we embrace His plan with abandon, He will overflow our lives with joy and blessings! So the less we think of “me, me, me” the more likely we are to actually experience joy and satisfaction in this life.

I’d love to hear your stories! Here are a few prompting questions to help dig those stories out of you. Feel free to answer one or all…or something totally different, for that matter.

Have you ever said “never” to something only to have God change your plans?
Has He been asking you to let go of your comfortable so that your life can better reflect His glory?
What ways are you learning that it’s not about you?
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Can My Husand Really Be Mr. Mom?

Today is the last in a series of great posts written by eight fantastic and inspiring women. A bittersweet moment – the conclusion of my two week vacation and my return to the online vortex of blogging. How I’ve missed you! I do hope you’ve been blessed by what these super cool ladies had to share, and I trust that you’ve been encourging them with some comment love. {wink} See ya tomorrow!

I tend to consider myself not much of an organized person.  However, when I need to pull out the stops on organizing I can carry my own.  So as this week approached I had some heavy organizing to do.

I had a business trip to make and three children to find a place for if my husband would not be able to get off work for the days I would need to be gone.

I registered Aaron, my 12 yr old and Joel my 9 yr old for Circle Square Ranch which was to start Sunday, the day after I was to leave for my trip.  My 3 yr old Gabriel was excited to find out that he was to be spending his first sleepover at Grandma and Grandpas.  My husband Evan could take care of the pets and hold down the fort.

This left me packing 4 different suitcases going in 4 different locations.  Now I am not sure if you have ever had to do this, but it gets quite complicated.  For example, does your family share toothpaste?  Mine does!  So we needed more tubes!!

I masterminded a plan and everything looked to be in place.  Now all it needed was to go off without a hitch.  Problem?  I was leaving BEFORE the plan was to be in motion.  This meant my husband had to step into my shoes and fulfill the script I had written.  I wrote notes and talked…a lot even though I knew half the time I probably sounded like Charlie Browns teacher!  I stressed a bit as I just wanted everything to go well.  I was counting on my family to make mommy being gone as painless as possible.  I am not sure how many times I said ‘and this note is for…”

As I tried to cover every base I could think of to make sure my husband would be as close to what I would do as possible, something hit me.

Jesus wants us to be just like Him.  He wants us to do what He would do.  God gave us His word to make sure that we could do just that.  He reminds us we need to read it.  He nudges us we have not looked at His “notes” for awhile.  When Jesus left He told us He was going home to prepare a place for us, but He sent us a helper to make sure we can put His plan in motion.  He went before us and it is up to us to do the work He asks us to do.  We just need to keep referring to Gods Word, the “notes” He left for us.

That left me with two huge lessons.  Number One, Jesus wants me to keep studying His Word and to be more like Him, and Number two, I can worry and stress all I want about leaving my family, but it is not going to make it go any smoother.  I cannot do anything about it once I am 4000 Kilometers away so I might as well just pray about it and ask for peace as HE takes care of my precious kids and husband!

John 14:23-27 is an excellent reminder of this, but my favorite part is verse 27.

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.  I do not give to you as the world gives.  Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”

Jesus trusted me to do what He asked me to do.  I think I am going to have to trust my Hubby to pull off a Mr. Mom (even though I sometimes believe I am irreplaceable!). 

Have a glorious blessed Day!

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April Klippenstein is married to her husband Evan and and is a mother of three amazing boys ages 12, 9 and 3.  She homeschools her children and manages to balance a career with Mary Kay Cosmetics as a Independent Sales Director and Beauty Consultant.  She is also a writer and speaker when she can fit it in. 
April resides in Eckville, Alberta and dreams of one day being able to complete her first novel, even if she has to wait until the children fly the coop!! 



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#Jesusandlife

Stay tuned for more great posts written by two fantastic and inspiring women. Two weeks of vacation for me means two weeks of fresh content for you. Enjoy! (And don’t forget to comment and let these ladies know that what they write matters.) See ya soon.

Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good. Then they can train the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God.(Titus 2:3-5) 

I’m sort of a social media nut.

I love Facebook and  I’ve forayed into Google+; Blogging makes me giddy, but Twitter has my heart. 

I have a bazillion and one reasons why this is true, but it really comes down to the hashtags. 

Man, I love hashtags.  

Imagine if everything in our lives could be that easily categorized?  

#dinnerrecipes
#dinnerfail
#billstopay
#peopletoprayfor
#thingsImustabsolutelydoinordertokeepmyfamilyfunctioning

The same day that I learned of the opportunity to guest post here, before I knew that this would be the topic of my post, I was giggling to myself {hubby doesn’t “get” Twitter} and silently categorizing everything I could with hashtags. 
 

Then I stopped, and thinking with honesty back on that day, realized that my actions with my son that day would probably be categorized as a #momfail. 

#Anger #harshwords #unneccessarysarcasm #frustraion  

There was very little of the Fruit of the Spirit in my speech towards him.

There was little to no #joy #peace #patience #kindness #goodness #self-control. 

Sure, there was #love, but would my son recognize that? 

Oh how I cried with the tears of that piercing conviction.

“Lord!” I cried. “How can I do this? You know my heart. You know that I love my son with all of my heart. You know that I am so horribly sinful, that aside from You there is nothing good in me. I need You. I need You to intervene, to fill me up, to clean me out. I can’t have another day like today.”


As a first generation believer, I confess to you, blog friends, that one of my greatest fears is that my son or daughter will not continue our legacy of faith; that they will reject the faith that has knit my family together; that one day someone will ask them, “Why?” and they will answer that their mom talked the talk, but didn’t live it at home. 

I do have perspective. I understand that a bad day with a loss of patience is not the same as a lifetime of hypocrisy, but this fear has motivated me to search my heart, to ask God to cleanse me so that I will be so filled with His love that my children will not be able to deny that I loved God passionately, and my love for Him abundantly overflowed into love for them, into love for their Daddy.

O, Lord. Thank You that Your mercies are new every morning, that You forgive so completely and never hold back wisdom and love from us. Fill each of us with such an overwhelming love for You that it overflows in our homes, in our jobs, in our marriages, and into our children’s lives. Replace our anger with patience, give us what we need to choose joy. Intervene mightily Lord, that we, sinful moms and wives, will reflect You. Turn our #momfails into #spiritwins. Thank You in advance. Amen.

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Heatherly Lane Sylvia is a mom, wife, homeschooler, speaker, aspiring writer, and apprentice grace-giver. Her greatest desire is to live a life following after God with abandon, and she hopes to be a blessing to as many people as she can while she figures out exactly how to do that. Het is passionate, loud, addicted to books, and loves her friends, old and new. She adores the blogosphere and would love to “meet” you there. She’s also pretty sure that blog comments and tweets  are her love language. Check out her blog A Pinkdaisy Life or follow her on Twitter.



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Just a Mom, Q & A – installment 2

I received a question for the Just a Mom series via my Facebook page

I agree with the things in this series……a lot of it has echoed what God has been teaching me.

Once you embrace being more than just a mom, how do you make sure you don’t cross over into becoming neglectful of your family? I know moms who are so busy doing good things they love, but their family, no their husbands, suffer. He’s the one who ends up being just a dad who works.

Wow, what a great question! To be honest, I’m not sure I’m the best person to answer this question. Remember, I’m an over-committer. But I’ll give it a shot.

As a chronic over-committer, I’ve come to learn a few things about taking on too much. Generally, I can detect the warning signs and slow down before it hits crisis point. Sometimes…not.

Warning Signs:

1. You’re a “yes” woman.

Does it pain you to tell someone, “No, I’m sorry. I can’t help out with that.”??? If you were to measure your response ratio, do the “yes”es outweigh the “no”s? Do you find yourself constantly worrying about letting someone down?

2. You’re frozen.

You know that feeling when  you have so much to do that you just don’t know where to start? So you do nothing (except maybe mindlessly surf Facebook)? Yeah, that usually means you’ve got too much on your plate.

3. You’re crabby.

Sometimes crabby just means overtired or PMS. But sometimes it can mean too busy. If crabby happens and you catch yourself saying, “I’m never going to get all this done!” it’s the second reason.

4. You’re told.

Has someone from your inner circle recently told you that you’re too busy? Has someone you loved complained that you’re too busy? Has your husband been inexplicably grumpy with you, especially when you’re leaving the house?

An Ounce of Prevention:

A. Learn to be a “no” woman.

Your default response should be “no.” Or at the very least, “Let me take some time to think and pray about it.”

Remember that you are not responsible for meeting everyone’s needs – you are responsible for meeting your family’s needs and for obeying God. And if you agree to do everything, you may actually be stealing someone else’s blessing. That’s right, because by taking on things you’re not called to you are essentially stepping into a calling that belongs to someone else. Stealing from them the blessing of serving.

B. Submit to your husband.

Ouch! That one pinches a bit, doesn’t it? God gave your husband the overwhelming responsibility of leading your family. God asked you to be his helper. If your man needs more help, asks for more help, or shows signs that he’s feeling overloaded – that’s your #1 calling.

I try not to agree to taking on new things without talking to Pat first. (If I’m honest, sometimes I say yes and ask later. But when I do so, I try to start out with an apology for not talking to him first.) If your husband is a part of the decision-making, he’s more likely to feel supportive of the things you’re taking on.

C. Be in tune with the Spirit.

This is the ultimate way of assuring that you don’t take on too much. Being in tune with the Spirit works two ways.

First, the Holy Spirit guides our paths (Proverbs 3:6) and tells us whether to turn to the right or the left (Isaiah 30:21). That way, we sense Him leading us toward a “yes” for certain things.

Second, the Holy Spirit gives us strength (Philippians 4:13), so that when it might seem we have a lot going on – as long as they are things ordained by Him - He can keep us moving forward.

A Pound of Cure:

Though you didn’t ask this question, I’m sure you were thinking it (I know I would be)…

What should I do or say if I see a friend who has become too busy and is neglecting her family?

I. Pray.

I know it “feels” like doing nothing, but prayer is the absolute most important thing you can ever do for anyone.

II. Speak the truth in love.

If the right opportunity arises, and if your friendship is such that you can do so without causing permanent damage, and if you have a definite sense that God is nudging you to do so – speak the truth in love.

Love, grace, and understanding must permeate the whole conversation, or your words will fall on deaf ears and a hard heart.

III. Help.

Sure, her busy-ness is of her own making, as are the consequences. But true friends don’t judge the motives of others to determine whether or not we should help. True friends help regardless of the motives, decisions, and consequences.

IV. Know when to step away.

True friends try and try beyond the point of exhaustion. But wise women also know when it’s time to step back, remove yourself from a situation (or even a relationship), and leave things in God’s hands.

You are not responsible for saving her family. You are only responsible to do the things God has called you to do for her and her family. Sometimes, we need to get out of God’s way. Sometimes, He isn’t able to do the work He needs to in a person’s heart until they are alone with only Him for help.

Are you at risk of being “too busy?” Or do you see it in someone you love?

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