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Our sick trip to Walmart last night. Cookies make life better.

I’m no longer taking questions for my upcoming Q&A Vlog. I’ve selected 3 questions with topics ranging from how to help a family member who is a stripper, to how to know your calling, and a question on long distance dating! I’ll post it when I find my voice….which is currently lost in my sickness! Can’t wait to post my answers!

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Well, we are sick again. It’s been 5 weeks straight yuck. This time it’s the chest, throat, nose, and head.

I’m pretty tired of the (excuse my language) pooping, puking, and snot. I’m an upbeat person. But a person can only take so much of that nasty and being indoors.

I’d be lying and pretending if I told you there hasn’t been some dark moments. But I am learning lots through all of this about being a mom. One thing specifically that I want to share.

Motherhood is all about focusing on one thing at a time. You might be about to slap me with a “yeah right.” Just hear me out.

There’s some pretty bad moments in motherhood and life. Like when my husband is trying to finish his sermon on a Saturday night, and I feel the urge to get sick. He takes the screaming baby while I run to the bathroom, cleans him up and changes his diaper (Husband is amazing, by the way). Only for me to come out of the bathroom, take the crying baby, and be puked on by that baby. (TMI? True story.) Its almost comical all that can happen in 3 minutes.

Sure I was upset. Yeah, I kinda wanted to just wanted to sit in the floor and cry with Solomon. And OK, there was definitely a little feeling of self-pity. But there’s been A LOT (too many to count) of moments like these in the last 5 weeks. It only takes ONE of these to ruin a whole day.

Here’s my advice. If you want to make it, focus on the moment, and move on in the next moment and focus on it. We women too often let moments and feelings carry on and bleed into others. So feel all the feelings a person can feel while getting puked on, recognize them, and move on to the next thing. Here’s why. The next moment might be good, or great, or hilarious, or ironic, or just plain happy. You really don’t want to miss it, I promise. They are all part of this adventure, so don’t let any of those bad things ruin the good things!

If you don’t tackle life this way, I think you’ll find yourself feeling pretty down and sad most of the time. But give my advice a try. I think you’ll see at the end of the day that even though there were some bad moments, the good really does outweigh the bad.

How is this possible? I know you probably know this, but it doesn’t hurt to be reminded. God is in control, and He really does care about you. And if you are a mom who cares, then you are probably a good mom. Just thought I’d remind you.

Chin up!
KR 🙂

Philippians 4:3-9
“Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice. Let your reasonableness be known to everyone. The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. What you have learned and received and heard and seen in me—practice these things, and the God of peace will be with you.”

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Poor sick baby drinking pedialyte.

August 2012 will always be remembered as the month I wish to forget.

We have spent the entire month thus far being ransacked by the terrible Mexico stomach bug that hitchhiked its way back to Texas with my husband’s mission trip team. David came home from Juarez feeling awful. About five days later, husband still sick, Solomon came down with it. Five days later, I followed.

I’m a pretty energetic person, so slowing down and taking care of myself is always difficult. Inevitably God has something more up his sleeve in those times when I can’t get out of bed. Usually He has some talking to do while He has me as a captive audience. One of the things being something I will call “misplaced guilt”.

Now maybe I’m the only one who ever struggles with a sense of guilt when other people are in pain. But I think I’m a normal enough person, and with that said I’m going to go ahead and assume other people struggle with this too. Are you a person that feels a sense of guilt when other people are suffering? Do you feel like you need to fix other people’s hurt, pain, or trials?

For me this is an issue of a good thing gone bad. Because, of course, it’s a good thing to be empathetic, to be able to feel for others, to have the drive of justice for people, and to nurture and help hurting people, but it’s a bad thing when you feel a sense of guilt or responsibility for others pain. Often times, I literally bare the burdens of others and feel devastated and like a failure when others hurt.

Sure this seems noble enough… but is it? Is it really a noble thing to feel the need to personally save another person? Or is that just a gracious cover up for pride and self-sufficiency?

This stomach bug was the first time my little boy has been sick. It totally freaked me out! I was home alone when his fever spiked to 104. As the numbers on the thermometer were rising, my heart started beating faster and faster. My mind started racing. It went from, “What am I going to do?!” to “How to I make this better?” to “What did I do to make him get sick?” to “I must be a terrible mother!”…and commence downward woman spiral. A spiral that continued to run me down and keep me up until I was sick and in a position to ultimately listen to what God had to say about all of this.

What I realized was this, misplaced guilt thing isn’t noble. It’s sin. And it isn’t just something I do when my sweet baby boy is sick. It’s something I do a lot. The fact is this guilt doesn’t come from a place of love. It comes from a place of fear, a desire to control, and a deep sense of pride. I’m trying to be a savior, and I’m a really bad savior. And for that, I feel guilty.

My goal in this life isn’t to save the world and all the people I love from any hurt. The goal of my life is to simply point to the One who already did save them. It isn’t about feeling wonderful because of all the good things I can do. It’s all about what Jesus can and did do, and about Him getting the glory He deserves. I will fail people. But there is One that will never fail them.

When I take on guilt, I’m preaching a false Gospel, a gospel that doesn’t save. I’m telling everyone a message that isn’t true and changes nothing. The true gospel is about One who out of love humbled Himself and became a servant to the point of death. Not to erase guilt, or merely feel guilty, but to destroy the guilt. He placed my guilt on his shoulders. He is the One who could actually do something with the true weight of sin and pain. He bore my pain on his shoulders and defeated death once and for all. And he offered me his record of righteousness. He cloaked my broken shoulders with all that he has to offer.

Practically, it’s my job to trust in the finished work that Jesus did on the cross and to speak to others about how they can trust Him too. Living a life like that actually does something about what people are dealing with and going through. It gives them hope! Living a life like that teaches my little boy something real when he’s sick. Feelings of guilt are natural feelings that normal humans experience. There’s a longing in all of us to see guilt be reconciled. It’s our call to believe and declare in this life that, “It is finished” in Jesus, the true Savior of the world.

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found this photo by googling “melissajenna”


I just wanted to pass on a blog I recently stumbled upon and now obsessively read. www.melissajenna.com That’s her in the picture above!

Please check it out! If you are like me, you will find yourself saying, “ME TOO” , to everything you read! If you’re looking for a place to start, check out her recent post called, “50 Shades of Magic Mike”. It’s an excellent post! And for all you mommas out there, she has some great posts on motherhood too!

Hope you enjoy her blog as much as I do! 🙂

On the home front…

My sweet Solomon suddenly started having sleeping problems! Anyone else experience this at 6 months?

Little man seems to be wired with his momma’s energy and his daddy’s preference for staying up late. So while he’s snoozing through his morning nap, I’m running around the house in my super mom shirt. And as I’m crawling towards the finish line AKA bed at night, he’s ramped up and crawling ALL over the house.

Last night David was at worship community group, and Solomon and I were hanging out at home being buds. When the clock struck 9pm and my eyes were starting to get kind of droopy, out comes crazy-crawling boy. The final straw was when he shot across the room after a dead rolly-polly. I barely made it to his hand in time. That bug was going straight in his mouth.

Don’t get the wrong impression. Have I mentioned today how much I love being a mom? I love being a mom. I love being a mom to a baby boy!

So at 9pm last night, I decided it was time to get the stroller out and walk down to the park. Don’t judge me if your little one is one of those “7pm bed-timers”! I’m envying you right now. This was a last resort! And wouldn’t you know we had a great time, and he fell fast asleep when we got home.

I’m learning motherhood is less about the “rules” (oh, and this firstborn LOVES rules) and more about “whatever works”…and keeps your kid from eating bugs.

A picture from last night’s walk!

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Today, Solomon and I turned over a new leaf. Today we were 4 weeks post labor, delivery, and birth, and starting to physically feel a little better and get acclimated. I got a teeny bit of sleep last night. I’m not going to lie, that makes all the difference in the world.

The last 4 weeks have been a blur. I don’t really remember Christmas. And I took a nap late on New Years Eve and missed midnight. Today it was time. Time to accomplish a few things. And that’s when I discovered this…..

It’s magic. I can make a sandwich, get the mail, and rock my sweet baby to sleep all at the same time. Second only to the “boppy”, my life is forever changed.

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(runner up of the day… “Boppy”)

AND… Today, I got a smile. It was a good day.

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