tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69869685024562704692013-05-07T11:55:13.655-04:00Passionate and Creative HomemakingAngellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-67737680492015331032013-05-04T20:03:00.001-04:002013-05-04T20:03:59.777-04:00Still goodbye, but an update<br />Hi Ladies,<br /><br />My last post a few months ago I was saying goodbye. I battled so much with the computer and balancing my time with my family. I was in a very bad spot. I am still "gone" but I want to give a little update and share something I have learned along the way.<br /><br />As you know, I stopped blogging. I had other duties online, such as 2 book clubs I ran, my facebook page...never mind commenting on blogs, joining linky parties, trying to increase my blog's followers and so on.<br /><br />I was ALWAYS on the computer and if I wasn't, my mind was mentally there.<br /><br />Well I can say that I can walk away from the computer for DAYS at a time. It has no baring on my life. I can't begin to tell you how freeing it is.<br /><br />I was going through my journal starting a few years back. I can't believe how much I complained about my struggles with computers, schedules and cleaning.The whole time I was blogging I never once wrote in my journal. I love journaling since I was a teenager. Since I stopped blogging I have come back full force with my journaling. And you know what?...it's FREEING!!!<br /><br />To write what I REALLY want to say without any fear of anyone misunderstanding me, taking offense, having to explain myself, trying to get that blog post "out there" and so on is freeing. I'm free to be me, to write whatever I want, whenever I want. I battled with perfection with my journal...I'm done with that as well. Now I have a binder for it. Most of the time I type it out because I type a whole lot faster. I keep a word document titled "journal" on my laptop. I write in it and when I get to about 10 or so pages, I print it out and put it in my binder. If, I get the urge to handwrite out something, I do that as well and put it in my journal/binder. Most bloggers enjoy writing. My enjoyment with it has increased 10 folds since I'm only writing in my journal.<br /><br />I no longer have ANYTHING in my life that is pulling me from my husband, my kids, or my home. I have no activities going on...nothing. I don't HAVE TO do anything except the basics at home. It is wonderful!!<br /><br />Now for the scheduling...I'm done with that too. I've battled for years with it! Not anymore. I have a rhythm...that's it. I don't battle with cleaning anymore. God has changed my husband's heart with A LOT of things and he now sees where I come from. I clean because I want to because it blesses me and my family.<br /><br />I can't begin to tell you how much I've changed. God is so awesome!!<br /><br />I found my church home and I love it. Never in my life have I gone to church and have time fly by so fast!!<br /><br />We are finally getting a second vehicle so I'll be able to get out of the house.<br /><br />My oldest son has been approved of K12 - online public school. Next year my youngest will start Kindergarten with K12.<br /><br />God has been bringing me to a more feminine place. I also have recently grew a huge interest in flowers, gardening and homesteading<br /><br />MY HONEST ADVICE TO YOU:<br />If you have struggled like I did, I want to truly challenge you (and it may be a challenge in the beginning) to put the computer down or at least most of it. Think about it.<br />I don't read many blogs anymore..and I definitely don't read Christian blogs or homemaking blogs anymore (except 2 that I am friends with the writers). I have no input or influence in my life except my family, the Bible and church. That is such a great place to be I can't even begin to tell you!! It is so freeing to live without other people's opinion...whether it is comments on your blog or reading other people's blog posts. I can hear God's direction 10 times better. I have more time to do everything!!! "FREEING" IS NOT A STRONG ENOUGH WORD! I highly suggest it.<br /><br />If you can't tell...my "goodbye" is now permanent. I want to thank all of those who have read my blog, especially those who have stuck around for over a year. You have taught me a lot!<br /><br />God bless you all!!<br />Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-37508608284532929122013-02-15T08:30:00.000-05:002013-02-21T12:28:20.791-05:00Goodbye...for now<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Hi Ladies,<br /><br />I have come to the decision to stop blogging. I can't seem to find the balance in my life anymore and I need to trim away EVERYTHING that does not involve my family. That means this blog, my book club, and a few other things as well. My family has to come first.<br /><br />I am not deleting this blog, instead I went through the whole thing and deleted any non-important posts. I went from about 300 posts to under 80. There are some that I just can NOT delete due to obligational reasons (ex: book reviews - I got free books in exchange for the reviews and other ad type things). I have listed all my posts on the right hand side of this blog with a link to each of them.<br /><br />As I was looking back through my old posts and saw the things that I THOUGHT I was healed from it made me realize that something was wrong. I am NOT healed from them. Maybe I had a little layer of healing, but not complete healing. I'm not letting go until God changes me! And I mean truly CHANGES ME!! Reading through my old posts I see how they just flow through me out onto the screen. I don't have that anymore right now. I truly believe that God has instructed me to take a break...a good long break....even for a couple years or so. I think He lifted His anointing off of it because everything has become effort...there is no ease to it at all...a good sign He wants me to stop.<br /><br />Many of you find my honesty refreshing. But I have to ask myself, "At what point can I succeed?" If I'm always being "real" and showing that homemaking isn't always easy...when can I truly conquer my struggles? I want to be real to make people realize that they aren't alone in their hard times but at what point can I get above that and truly be done with them? I don't want to always be in the homemaking hospital, so to speak. I want to get to the point where I have checked out from the hospital, totally healed, and can go on and tell others how to get their healing!<br /><br />I noticed that I was rushing to find answers to my problems so I can post about it on here...only thing is...I didn't give God time to answer...so I made up my own answers, THINKING it was God. It's time I really dig in and live the life that HE wants me to live and move on. I'm tired of all these emotional struggles!<br /><br />I also need to get every form of input into my life, out. It has gotten to the point where I don't even think for myself! It's what I read on this blog, and in this book and so on. I want it to just be me and God.<br /><br />I'm battling other issues that have popped up as well and just really need to focus on my living quarters and my life. I can't help or minister to anyone if I'm broken!<br /><br />I have absolutely no idea what God has in store for me. I WANT to blog, but I don't know exactly when I would start again. Maybe I won't be part of a blog at all...maybe I will be with people I actually see. I've always wanted to have a Bible Study right at my home. Maybe I'll be doing something with my church. I don't know. God isn't even HINTING at me with a possibility. I just have no clue.<br /><br />If you want to be notified if and when I start up again, I suggest you sign up for my emails on the left side of my blog. That way if I start writing again, you'll get notified.<br /><br /><br />Until then...I pray God blesses you on your homemaking journey!<br /><br /><br />Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-70774174000915097372013-02-15T06:27:00.000-05:002013-02-15T06:27:59.197-05:00A new kind of rut<br /><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">So I've been going through some things lately. </span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">I really hate when I can't quite figure out the true root of the problem.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">I don't even know really where to start. I've been battling with anxiety but more recently it's been more depression. Maybe it's the winter blues (I get them every year).</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">Part of me is tired of everything...even little things. I'm tired of the TV. I'm tired of music. I'm tired of reading, I'm tired of being home all day, I'm tired of the Bible, as bad as that sounds (although I'm not really having too many issues with God right now). </span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">Then there are more bigger things. </span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">I'm tired of cleaning. Yesterday I cleaned all day...I mean ALL day. Before going to bed, I wanted to cry. In fact I did cry....I sobbed to the point I almost couldn't breathe. After seeing popcorn, pretzels and graham crackers thrown all on the floor in the living room by my 3 year old (after cleaning all day to the point I needed to shower) I couldn't take it anymore. Because of him and a couple relatives who are temporarily living with us...I just can't keep this house clean. It is driving me nuts. Since hubby recently explained to me that his expectations aren't nearly as high as I thought they were, I'm now free to clean because *I* want too. Only thing is, I'm turning into a neat freak. The house being messy keeps me anxious. I want it cleaned.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">Now I didn't just sob over the spilled snacks...nope. There has been a tsunami brewing way across my inner emotions and it has finally made land.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">I can't get into the details of it all because it involves family. But let's just say after constantly cleaning up after people I shouldn't be, and all the extra responsibilities that I should NOT be having, on top of the responsibilities that I DO have, I just lost it.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">Yesterday I needed a break. I wanted to go to the library to relax. Well that turned into me having to run to the bank, run to CVS for a prescription, get gas, get stuff for dinner and during all that my little one kept having hissy fits in the backseat. My trip to the library just ended up with me returning stuff in their return slot.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">When I got home, we had dinner. I was in the bedroom talking to my husband and my niece. When we walked out we found our dog sitting on one of the dining room chairs and EATING my niece's dinner right off her plate on the table!!!! </span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">Afterwards, I looked through the mail. We received yet ANOTHER $450 electric bill (normally it's around $250 - we have electric heat). Every little tactic we do to save money on our bill has not been working. We are already struggling financially!! It just keeps getting higher and higher. After opening the bill, I started loading the dishwasher and then got aggravated because they wouldn't all fit (I hate having to leave dishes in the sink and I was already upset so having to wash them put another nail in the coffin.) Then I realized the TV was left on so I went in the living room to turn it off and THAT is when I found the snacks on the floor.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><br /></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">I've been having a lot of "WHY BOTHER?" type thoughts.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">Another thing that has been going on is I feel something shifting. Not quite sure what God is up to but something is changing. When I tried homeschooling my son for first grade, I tried so desperately to get involved with other homeschoolers. I created a group and everything. NOTHING I did worked. I mean nothing. I was so frustrated. Well now it is totally different (for those who don't know - my son is now in 2nd grade public school and next year we are homeschooling again - well technically it's online public school, but I still believe that is homeschooling since you are doing school AT HOME).</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">In the span of maybe 2 weeks, I have met 3 new moms that have boys my son's age. Two of those boys are doing the same schooling that I will be doing with my son. AND on top of that, one of those moms is part of a CO-OP group in the area I live in! It's like God has opened the doors in that area and I'm thrilled.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">So there are some positives going around.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">But that isn't the only shift.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">I'm not too sure what's going on with this...</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">I'm starting to focus more inward. Not on myself...but my life, my family and my home. I have blogged for YEARS. Before making this blog I took a 6 month break and really believed God called me to do this one. I even spent money on the template. This has been my most "serious" blog.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">I have been having some issues with the idea of blogging. I'm getting tired of putting myself out there. I run a woman's group where we chat online. I wasn't having peace about certain things, and I shared them with the group. My mind never stops running, therefore I'm always changing things, including the group. To others who don't think like I do, they just don't get it. Well I had a couple women leave because of it. I was originally upset, and then I got over it. </span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">Or so I thought. </span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">I'm over it, but the REASON they left has been messing with me. </span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">A LOT.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">It has crossed over to the blog. If people would leave a group because of it, then I must be annoying my readers.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">I was all gung-ho about being this PASSIONATE homemaker when I came off my blog break. But now I'm back in a rut....a rut I've never been in. </span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif; font-size: large;"><b>How can I lead other women when I can't seem to get my act together?</b></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">And then if I want to talk about it on here, I feel like all I do is complain.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">A part of me wants to quit blogging. </span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">The last book review I have done will be my last one. I have put so many demands on myself over things that don't bless me or my family. And if the book club I created isn't active, I'm getting rid of that too.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">It's really discouraging to me when I write a post...especially one that I worked hard on, and dealt with a lot of interruptions and see that only 8 people have read it. I have over 100 followers and over 300 facebook fans/likes. How is it only 8 people see a post?</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">And when you think of it...who are these 8 people? Those "interruptions" were my kids!! I'm going to put them to the side for these 8 people I don't even know?!!! That's the "inward" stuff I'm talking about.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">A part of me can't imagine what my life would be like if I didn't have any other demands on my time. To not HAVE TO read a certain book (whether for a review or club). To NOT have to come up with something to blog about - especially when I'm totally NOT in the mood to discuss homemaking. I feel two-faced. A week ago I wrote a post titled Having a Heart for Homemaking. Okay...I didn't WRITE it a week ago, I just scheduled it to post then. I actually wrote it in December when I was in my happy go lucky homemaking bliss.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">I don't know. </span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">I'm not making any decisions right now because I would be making them with emotions. But at the same time I'm not sure if THAT'S true. Is God leading me to put the blog down? Or is Satan trying to stop God's work through me on this blog?</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">I don't know.</span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">Please pray God shows me. </span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">I don't want to fill my blog with negativity. </span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">Many of you have made comments saying that my honesty is refreshing. </span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;"><br /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_16_1360922830159_54"><span style="font-family: tahoma, new york, times, serif;">But at what point will my "freshness" stale up?</span></div><br />Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-51216983652876440532013-02-13T01:00:00.000-05:002013-02-13T01:00:06.191-05:00Accepting Who You Are<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hlo5_ApzPTE/URkA7BvmUGI/AAAAAAAAIOc/OL5dS-Bhm7E/s1600/222686_450989341641780_351849479_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hlo5_ApzPTE/URkA7BvmUGI/AAAAAAAAIOc/OL5dS-Bhm7E/s400/222686_450989341641780_351849479_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_53" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;">Do any of you battle with yourself?</div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_81" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_84" /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_82" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;">You think you should act a certain way, or sound a certain way, or even think a certain way....but you just don't seem to be able to?</div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_87" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_90" /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_88" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;">Every now and then I battle with this...and sometimes for a long period of time.</div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_92" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_95" /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_93" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;">First and foremost, I believe this is an attack from Satan. If he can get you to feel bad about yourself, then you are only focusing on yourself, and then you can't really do any work for God. </div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_98" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_101" /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_99" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;">I had to fight off this attack recently. I have been reading a lot of other Christian type blogs and I love them. </div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_106" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_109" /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_107" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;">But then these thoughts kept coming to me:</div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_111" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_114" /></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_118">Look at how elegantly they write</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_122" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_124"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_126" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_120" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_119">Look at how inspirational and deep they are </span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_129" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_128"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_134" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_132" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_131">I can't compete with that. I don't write that deep. I don't even THINK that deep.</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_139" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_138"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_144" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_142" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_148">Look at how peaceful they write - sometimes I just sound like I'm mad all the time</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_151" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_150"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_156" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_154" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_153">On an on these thoughts went. After about a half hour of them, I felt inadequate to even be a Christian blogger!</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_160" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_159"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_165" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_163" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_162">But then God showed me that HE made me this way. We all have different personalities.</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_169" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_168"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_174" /></span></div><div id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_171">Yes, many who know me in real life would say I'm reserved. I'm not loud and obnoxious. I don't make a scene...I HATE being the center of attention. I hate confrontation and drama.</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_179" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_178"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_184" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_182" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_181">On the other hand one thing I totally am NOT is phony. I can't put on an act...I really am horrible at it. I can't pretend to like someone. I have no time to really care what someone else thinks of me.</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_189" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_188"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_194" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_192" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_191">I have been told that I'm outspoken. </span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_199" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_201"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_203" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_197" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_196">Another blogger described me as bold. </span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_197" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_323"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_325" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_197" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_318">I never thought of myself as bold or outspoken. In fact part of me is a coward. I don't stand up for myself when I should and I back down too easily. I was always the quiet shy kid in class. But I do just put things out there and say what I think (within reason of course). To me this is normal. To others I have balls lol. I also have a good sense of humor. </span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_206" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_205"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_211" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_209" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_208">I am a very honest person. I think that being honest with others helps them.</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_216" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_215"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_221" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_219" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_218">If you are around "perfect" people, then how can you be comfortable?</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_225" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_224"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_230" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_228" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_227">But if you share your struggles and let people see your weaknesses, then they can put their guard down.</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_235" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_234"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_240" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_238" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_237">We need to stop trying to BE something that we are not. To my fellow bloggers, don't you DARE try to be a blog writer that you are not!</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_244" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_243"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_249" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_247" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_246">I am not deep, nor am I going to try to be deep. I have been in the Word all my life and more seriously the past 12 years. You probably won't see me lead a Bible study on here (at least not one that I've created). You're not going to see a biblical series or anything like that on here. I read the Bible at face value and just don't get it the way others do. That's okay. When I need that, God will give it to me. As long as I'm reading it and doing my best to LIVE it, then that's all that matters.</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_253" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_252"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_258" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_256" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_255">I didn't create this blog to do Bible studies. I created this blog to help out other homemakers who struggle! THAT is my purpose. And if I have to openly share my struggles and weaknesses to do it, then so be it. I really don't know how I'm perceived or how you all view me. I'm a devoted mother, wife and homemaker. But I have bad days like everyone else and I really believe that God uses me to help out others who have them as well.</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_262" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_261"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_267" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_265" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_264">I'm a big fan of Joyce Meyer (please no comments about her - most people who have anything negative to say about her don't really know what she's about...you might as well be insulting my own mother!). Twelve years ago I became a serious Christian because of her. She helps me every day because she is HONEST. She SHARES her STRUGGLES. She laughs at herself which helps me to calm down and realize I AM normal!</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_279" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_278"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_284" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_282" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_281">We are all normal!</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_288" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_287"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_293" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_291" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_290">For those who blog, I believe that God will guide people to our blogs that really need our types of messages. If others don't like it, they can leave. I don't read blogs I don't like, why would I expect someone else to?</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_304" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_303"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_309" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_307" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_306">I wrote a post last year called "<a href="http://passionateandcreativehomemaking.blogspot.com/2012/06/proud-to-be-woman-that-i-am.html" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_314" style="color: blue; cursor: text !important;">Proud to be the Woman that I am</a>" and I had to reread it to encourage myself. We SHOULD be proud of who we are, flaws and all. If we were perfect we wouldn't need Jesus!!!</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_307" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_331"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_337" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_307" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_334">Do any of you struggle with this?</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_307" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_340"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_346" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_307" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_54" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_343">Bloggers...do you ever catch yourself comparing your blog to others?</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_55" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_56" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 10pt;"></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_57" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_58" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_59" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_60" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_64" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16.363636016845703px;"></span><div id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_316" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16.363636016845703px;"><span class="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_65" id="yui_3_7_2_17_1360588864800_272"> </span></div></span></div>Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-37212431539762025782013-02-12T01:00:00.000-05:002013-02-21T11:05:07.500-05:00Struggling with Holidays and Traditions<br /><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_185 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_51 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_57" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_80">I know it's February, but I'm going to talk a little about Christmas...mostly about the emotional aspect of it.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_50 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_52 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_58" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_85"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_51 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_53 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_59" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_91">As a child I had great Christmases. I was the only child and the only grandchild so needless to say I was spoiled. But my love for Christmas had nothing to do with gifts and everything to do with the coziness of the holiday. The lights, the smells, the shows, the music...everything.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_53 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_55 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_61" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_93"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_101" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_55 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_57 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_63" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_98">The past couple years I finally realized it was all from my mom. It was me and my mom watching these Christmas shows every year, drinking hot cocoa, listening to music and so on (my dad could careless, although I remember hearing him whistle Christmas carols every now and then lol). My mom worked full time since she was 18 years old and still does. By the time she got home she was really exhausted from work like most people are. But something was different at Christmas time. There was excitement in the air when we knew Charlie Brown was coming on that night or Frosty or Rudolph or, our favorite "Twas the Night Before Christmas," you know the one with the mice? I also loved Mickey's Christmas Carol...that was my favorite as a kid. </span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_55 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_57 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_65" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_238"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_55 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_57 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_67" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_195">My mom MADE Christmas for me.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_57 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_59 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_69" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_105"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_111" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_59 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_61 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_71" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_108">As I've grown into an adult I have battled with Christmas. I loved the atmosphere my mom made when I was a kid (note - she wasn't even trying to do so, she just did it) and I have been trying to duplicate it ever since.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_61 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_63 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_73" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_114"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_120" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_63 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_65 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_75" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_117">I also had a small family and we did the same thing every year. My grandparents and aunt came for Thanksgiving, on Christmas Eve we spent the late morning into early evening at one grandparents' house and then walked over (lived on the same street) to the other grandparents' house for Christmas Eve dinner. Then on Christmas day they all came over to our house. It was the same way every year since I can remember. It wasn't done on purpose, it's just the way we did things. In fact I don't think that we really did anything traditional each year on purpose. But to me, these "traditions" were engraved into me. (I also lived in the same house my entire childhood - I never moved as a child and neither did any of my family, so it was ALWAYS the same)</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_65 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_67 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_77" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_124"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_130" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_67 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_69 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_79" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_127">So here I am, almost 30. I've been married for almost 9 years with 2 boys ages 7 (almost 8) and a 3 year old. I only have one living grandparent left and we moved out of state (from CT to OH). I don't even see any of my family at Thanksgiving or Christmas.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_69 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_71 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_81" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_133"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_139" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_71 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_73 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_83" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_136">A part of me longs for that coziness that I had as a child, but each year I fail to get it.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_73 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_75 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_85" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_143"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_149" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_75 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_77 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_87" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_146">Growing up we had an artificial Christmas tree and every year we put it up the day after Thanksgiving, along with all our Christmas decorations.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_77 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_79 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_89" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_153"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_159" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_79 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_81 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_91" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_156">Well hubby grew up with no traditions and a real Christmas tree. My husband doesn't find the need for traditions like I do so they aren't that important to him. So when I try to push the issue, sometimes it turns into an irritated situation. He also didn't really like Christmas when I met him so I decided to give in to his need for a real tree since that really was the only thing he cared about. (he enjoys Christmas now - guess that happens when you marry a Christmas freak! lol) </span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_81 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_83 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_93" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_162"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_168" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_83 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_85 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_95" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_165">By doing that, I lost my day after Thanksgiving tradition. That was my most favorite day of the year. I actually looked forward to it as much as I looked forward to Christmas day itself. He also works in the retail business so he HAS TO work the day after Thanksgiving so even if we used an artificial tree, I couldn't put it up that day. Getting the real tree is supposed to be a warm, exciting tradition. We go to one of those farms where you cut it down yourself, then drive home, decorate it while listening to Christmas music and drinking hot chocolate. But this is how it really goes:</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_85 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_87 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_97" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_172"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_178" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_87 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_89 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_99" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_175">After getting home, hubby drills holes into the bottom of the tree trunk (helps get more water and makes the tree last a LOT longer), then gets it in the stand and finally we have to wait. If you use an artificial tree every year, you may not know about this. But the trees close up when it's cold outside, soooo when you bring it in the house you have to wait for it to get warm so it will "drop" it's branches. Well kids aren't that patient so let the whining begin. And then when it's FINALLY time to start decorating the tree, they still have to wait for mommy and daddy to put the lights on and then the garland and THEN they can put the ornaments on. This past year was the first year my youngest was able to help decorate the tree. Only problem was he didn't understand how to put them on the tree...so they kept falling. And no matter how we showed him he just wasn't getting it. So decorating the tree this year was chaotic. Instead of the warm, cozy, atmosphere with the hot cocoa, cookies and Christmas music, I instead got a whining 7 year old, a screaming 3 year old, a puppy whimpering, Christmas music that just become a lot of noise, no hot cocoa, I put the butter back in the fridge because at this point I had no desire to bake, and a whole lot of stress.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_89 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_91 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_101" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_183"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_189" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_91 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_93 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_103" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_186">Christmas was never stressful for me until I had kids. I couldn't wait to have kids so I can pass down what my mom has done for me. But it's soooo different with boys. And it doesn't help when hubby just doesn't get my need for traditions.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_93 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_95 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_105" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_192"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_198" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_95 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_97 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_107" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_195">My life as a mom is completely different than my mom's. She worked full time, I'm a stay at home mom. She only had one kid, I have 2. She had a girl, I have boys. She lived in CT with all her family, I now live in OH with none of my family. She had a fake tree, I have a real tree. Down to every little detail we are different, except for our personalities (as each day goes by I realize I am just like my mother! And that is not a bad thing!).</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_97 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_99 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_109" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_202"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_208" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_99 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_101 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_111" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_205">There is no way I can duplicate my child hood...NONE of it.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_101 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_103 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_113" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_211"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_217" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_103 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_105 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_115" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_214">Even when it comes to watching the Christmas shows. Maybe some of you battle with this. I record the shows on my DVR "just in case" I miss them. Only thing is,I don't remember they are on, or we go out, or for whatever reason we just don't watch them. </span><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_243">Am I the only one that finds watching a Christmas show "live" to be totally different than watching it recorded or on a DVD?</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_109 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_111 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_118" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_229"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_235" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_111 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_113 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_120" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_232">I have learned a lot the past few months about traditions. The biggest thing that I learned is....</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_113 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_115 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_122" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_238"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_244" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_115 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_117 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_124" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_241">IT'S OKAY TO BREAK THEM!...EVEN <span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_247" style="font-weight: bold;">ALL</span> OF THEM!</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_118 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_120 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_127" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_249"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_256" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_120 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_122 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_129" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_253">Any time I try to do anything that resembles my Christmas from when I was a child, it comes with a painful feeling inside, almost of mourning. A big part of me wishes I can go back in time, to when I was a kid and relive all my Christmases. Back when not only did I have my family with me, but my family that has passed away over the years.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_122 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_124 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_131" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_268"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_274" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_124 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_126 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_133" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_271">Sometimes Christmas music is unpredictable to me. I can put on the same music all the time (which by the way, I listen to all year) and I never know how my emotions will go. Most of the time I'll enjoy it, even get the warm fuzzies from time to time. But there are times where it brings up raw emotions. I go back in my rut wanting "the good ole days." I never know when it's going to hit...I can be in a great mood and then all of a sudden BAM...I'm in the rut again.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_126 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_128 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_135" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_278"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_284" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_128 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_130 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_137" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_281">I have prayed a lot about it and God showed me all the way from Thanksgiving into Christmas little things here and there that have helped me.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_130 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_132 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_139" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_287"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_293" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_132 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_134 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_141" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_290">Like I said, it's okay to break all your traditions that you grew up with. For some reason I NEEDED to know that it was okay. I almost felt guilty if I didn't do it.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_134 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_136 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_143" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_296"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_302" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_136 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_138 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_145" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_299">I now decorate for Christmas starting Nov 1st. Christmas begins then for me. We still get the main tree after Thanksgiving and I have decided that I no longer care WHEN that happens. This year I'm getting an artificial tree and putting it in the kitchen in the beginning of November. I'll be putting it up myself, by myself, with lights, garland, and just colorful ordinary ornaments.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_138 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_140 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_147" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_306"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_312" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_140 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_142 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_149" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">If you struggle with anything even remotely similar to what I do, here are some suggestions that I'm learning.</div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_141 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_143 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_150" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_324" /></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_142 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_144 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_151" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_327" style="font-weight: bold;">Enjoy the holiday for YOURSELF</span>. My mom absolutely loves Christmas. Because of her I am a Christmas fanatic...however she will actually wait until after Thanksgiving to decorate and celebrate like normal people. Most of the time, when she watches her Christmas shows, my dad is in another room watching something else. Do you think that stops her? Nope. If I wasn't home to watch a show or wasn't interested it didn't stop her either. Her love for Christmas and doing things that SHE liked BLESSED <span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_329" style="font-weight: bold;">US</span> for multiple reasons. One, we all know that the woman of the home sets the tone. Two, her love for Christmas becomes contagious and three, she's happy doing it which makes her enjoyable to be around. Which brings me to my next point.</div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_145 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_147 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_154" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_342" /></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_146 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_148 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_155" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_345" style="font-weight: bold;">Think of things that YOU like to do for Christmas and do them</span>. It may seem selfish that I want to decorate a tree by myself and not include anyone, but really no one cares that much about Christmas like I do in my home. I get so much joy in decorating, baking, making the house smell good and all that and that joy becomes contagious. If I'm enjoying Christmas, and full of joy and all giddy, it puts the rest of my family at peace...it blesses my family. Yes you can do things that YOU enjoy and it blesses the family. Which brings me to my next point, which is really 2 points in 1.</div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_148 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_150 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_157" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_335" /></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_149 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_151 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_158" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_338" style="font-weight: bold;">Don't depend on someone else for your Christmas enjoyment</span>. Just like we're not supposed to depend on someone else for our happiness (we instead go to Jesus), we shouldn't depend on someone else for our enjoyment with the Christmas season. Just like my two other points mentioned enjoying the season for yourself, there is another aspect we should be doing. That is to really <span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_350" style="font-weight: bold;">bring Jesus into our season</span>. Yes we have our nativity scenes, we read Luke 2, do the whole advent thing and what not, but we really need to get back with Jesus. During the year I spend a lot of time studying and reading about being a homemaker and things that I need improvement on (anger, prayer life, patience, etc) that sometimes I forget the whole reason WHY I need to change and sometimes I even forget that Jesus loved me so much that he died for me. I think <span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_353" style="font-weight: bold;">Christmas time should be a regular renewal of our love and closeness to Jesus</span>. This is even more true if Christmas brings you pain. If you lost a loved one and this time of the year really gets you down, you need to dig into Jesus more than you normally do. <span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_193" style="font-size: 10pt;">I was on a hunt recently for a 2 year Bible reading plan that is in chronological order.....while searching for that I found this AWESOME reading plan that I'm putting in my Christmas binder to do each year.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_200 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_156 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_163" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_15_1354705052471_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_15_1354705052471_68"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_15_1354705052471_76" /></span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_197" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_15_1354705052471_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_15_1354705052471_73">It is called "<a href="http://alextran.org/reading_plans/Zondervan_-_30_Days_With_Jesus.pdf" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_214" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue; cursor: text !important;" target="_blank">30 Days with Jesus</a>." </span><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_263" style="font-size: 10pt;">It's a reading plan that goes through the life of Jesus and everything He did and said.</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_203 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_159 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_166" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_15_1354705052471_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br /></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_149 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_205 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_160 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_167" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_226">And my last point...</span></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_153 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_162 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_169" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_357" /></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_154 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_163 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_170" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_360" style="font-weight: bold;">Rethink ALL of your traditions or even just get rid of them</span>. Did you know it's okay to throw out all your traditions? It really is okay. Did you know that it's even okay to not have any? For some reason we love to have traditions when it comes to the holidays. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with them. But if they are causing unnecessary stress or unwanted emotions, get rid of them. If you are like me and love traditions but have a family that either could careless about them or for some reason you just can't do them, then make up some traditions for yourself. Just like I have decided to decorate for Christmas on November 1st - BY MYSELF, you can make your own traditions just for you. Here are a few just to get your brain going</div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_156 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_165 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_172" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_365" /></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_157 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_166 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_173" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">- You can make yourself a cup of hot chocolate while reading the Word during the month of December</div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_158 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_167 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_174" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">- You can try out a new Christmas movie each year or a new book. </div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_159 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_168 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_175" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">- Try out a recipe just for yourself for lunch or during the day</div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_160 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_169 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_176" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">- Each Friday (or whatever day you pick) of the Christmas season, cuddle up on the couch or in bed and watch your favorite Christmas shows. If you're a scheduler, schedule it in and plan for it (clean up during the day and get stuff done so you can sit back guilt free)</div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_161 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_170 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_177" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">- Do a craft that is just for YOUR home. </div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_162 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_171 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_178" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">- Make the house smell nice even if you're the only one home (boil some water with some cinnamon in it along with other similar spices -nutmeg, cloves, allspice, etc) or throw it all in the crockpot</div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_163 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_172 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_179" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_379" /></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_164 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_173 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_180" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">You get the idea. I can't stress enough that we set the tone in our home. And if we're upset and down during the season for whatever reason, then what kind of tone are we setting for our family during the holidays? And what kind of memories are they producing?, especially if you feel this way EVERY YEAR?</div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_165 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_174 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_181" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_384" /></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_166 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_175 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_182" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I'm personally done with MAKING traditions. Unless one of my kids or hubby has something they want to do every year, I'm not bothering. I'm giving them all up. I'm not trying to reproduce my childhood anymore. I'll watch Christmas shows on the DVR, we'll get a real tree whenever that happens, we'll have different menu plans each year, have different Christmas foods each year, different activities and so on. Only if something is requested again, will I do it. Then that becomes a "natural" tradition.</div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_166 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_175 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_183" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_166 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_175 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_184" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I'm also rethinking my decor. I grew up with traditional decor. In some ways "old-fashioned" decor. Who knows...maybe I'll jump on the lime green, white and turquoise bandwagon. I went to Target during the Christmas season and I really liked their Christmas decor and some of it would be definitely considered "non-traditional."</div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_167 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_176 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_185" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_394" /></div><div class="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_20_1354705052471_168 yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1356033074076_177 yui_3_7_2_23_1360231799083_186" id="yiv1108361225yui_3_7_2_19_1354481474784_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">My mom never did things on purpose. It was her joy during the holidays that brought the warmth in the house and what made me love Christmas so much and THAT is what I'm hoping to pass along to my family.</div><div><br /></div>Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-74057280136921059032013-02-08T01:00:00.000-05:002013-02-08T01:00:09.108-05:00Having a Heart for Homemaking<br /><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_51 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_57" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_64">What comes to mind when you think of the title of this post..."Having a Heart for Homemaking?"</span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_49 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_52 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_58" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_67"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_50 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_53 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_59" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_72">I picture a loving mother and wife who adoringly takes care of all the people living under her roof. </span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_51 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_54 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_60" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_82"><br id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_84" /></span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_52 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_55 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_61" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_77">I picture a woman who is smiling warmly at her husband and children. </span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_53 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_56 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_62" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_86"><br id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_92" /></span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_54 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_57 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_63" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_89">I picture a woman cleaning her home not because she HAS TO, but because she has so much joy in her heart since she is living her God given role as a homemaker, she knows the value in it, and knows that keeping a tidy home is a blessing to not only her family but to her as well.</span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_55 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_58 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_64" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_95"><br id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_101" /></span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_56 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_59 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_65" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_98">Ladies we are called to live like this every day. We SHOULD live like this every day. There is something wrong if we are not.</span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_57 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_60 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_66" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_104"><br id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_110" /></span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_58 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_61 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_67" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_107">If this is your true heart, and how you want to live your life and for some reason it seems out of your grasp, I highly suggest you bring it to the Lord. Keep praying that not only that God gives you a heart like this but shows you what is preventing it. I go back and forth with this. One minute I'm queen of homemaking and then the next I'm overwhelmed.</span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_59 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_62 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_68" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_113"><br id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_119" /></span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_60 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_63 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_69" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_116">I personally found out that a lot of my problems stem from me doing what *I* want to do when*I* want to do them and God help anyone who slows me down. As women who are home all day, we do need a break. I hate hearing other bloggers talk about how it's selfish to want "me time." It is UNHEALTHY to go day after day taking care of everyone else and not taking care of yourself. But at the same time, if you go to the other extreme and only want to do what you want, when you want it, that is a problem as well. That's the problem I had (and still suffer from a lot with). </span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_61 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_64 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_70" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_133"><br id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_139" /></span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_62 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_65 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_71" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_136">I can promise you this...if your main focus all day long is on what YOU want to do, then YOU won't be happy. We weren't meant to serve ourselves. And as much as I hate hearing this and even admitting this, I just have to say it because it's the truth...your home, your husband, and your children need to come before the computer (including Farmville! that was a BIG struggle for me, and I decided to just give it up because it was too big of a temptation to be able to be balanced with it), your friends, your groups, your activities, your books, everything else...those first 3 priorities need to come first and of course God comes before all of that.</span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_63 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_66 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_72" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_142"><br id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_148" /></span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_64 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_67 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_73" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_145">If you are constantly struggling to get your time in with the other stuff, you should figure out what you need to let go of or what to change. I love reading blogs but that takes up a lot of my time (I'll share with you what I did to help with that). Just take the time to think about what is really bearing fruit in your life and even question if it's bringing joy. I'm not saying to stop anything that you really enjoy, just give some thought to what it is that you are struggling so hard to accomplish and rethink it.</span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_65 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_68 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_74" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_153"><br id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_159" /></span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_66 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_69 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_75" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_156">Ladies, we are what makes our home a haven. Our moods infect the entire house and every living creature in it (I'm learning the dog even knows when I'm moody). We are the only ones in the entire WORLD who can give our family that warmth that only a loving Christian homemaker can give.</span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_67 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_70 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_76" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_165"><br id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_171" /></span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_68 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_71 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_77" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_168">Embrace it and decide you will do whatever it takes to get it and make it an every day reality</span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_69 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_72 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_78" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_174"><br id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_180" /></span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_70 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_73 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_79" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_177">God bless you on your homemaking journey</span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_70 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_88 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_15_1356033074076_74 yui_3_7_2_22_1360231799083_80" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_87"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_70 yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_91" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_19_1353791064695_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_90">And if you love reading on this subject, here is a great article from Ladies Against Feminism called "<a href="http://www.ladiesagainstfeminism.com/mothering/wife-mother-power-to-grow-or-destroy/" id="yiv1954068942yui_3_7_2_18_1354359255673_97" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue; cursor: text !important;" target="_blank">Wife & Mother: Power to Grow or Destroy</a>."</span></div>Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-48106566685429260812013-02-06T15:03:00.000-05:002013-02-21T10:51:28.953-05:00Book Review: "Destiny, Let God Use You Like He Made You" by Tony Evans<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wETp5Sznv6U/URFX26dBwwI/AAAAAAAAICU/v56xGRjYjnE/s1600/5170Lrv-ptL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wETp5Sznv6U/URFX26dBwwI/AAAAAAAAICU/v56xGRjYjnE/s1600/5170Lrv-ptL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"When you live out your destiny, you don't measure what you have done according to what someone else has done. Nor is your destiny to be confused with a busy life. When your life is filled with purpose, you measure what you have done according to what you were created to do."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">-Tony Evans</div><br />"Destiny, Let God Use You Like He Made You" by Tony Evans, is a book all about finding your purpose in life. He talks about why it is important to understand how much God loves you. He also explains why it is important to understand what God's work is and also what our work is<i> in and for </i>the Kingdom. The only way to know that is to know Him and His Word since it explains our lives and what our purpose is.<br /><br />Tony Evans separated the book into 3 parts<br /><br />1) The Importance of Your Destiny<br />2) The Ingredients of Your Destiny<br />3) The Imperatives of Your Destiny<br /><br />The first part talks about how important you are to God, how much he loves you, and that you are His masterpiece. We are His creation, however He has given us free will. Of course, He wants us to follow Him and His ways, but we have the choice to live as we choose to.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Anytime you operate outside of God's purpose for your life, you will experience the consequences of ruling on your own, such as relational, social, emotional, or financial chaos. Things no longer function as smoothly as they would under God " - (Page 19)</i></div><br />He continues with talking about the importance of living for God and His Kingdom, the importance of WHY we should know our destiny, and how complete we will be once we are living our destiny. He finishes the first part with showing us that God is intentional - "<i>When God creates a life, He has an intention for that life</i>" (page 71)<br /><br />The second part talks about what is needed FOR your destiny. He shows us how important passion is ("<i>The number one ingredient in living out your destiny is your passion" - </i>page 78), the need for a vision ("<i>Vision gives your destiny inspiration and direction</i>" - page 85), what God gives you for your destiny (<i>God made your personality to fit your destiny</i> - page 105), how He can use your past experiences to fulfill your destiny and lastly he talks about life's intersections ( <i>"You discover your destiny when the natural merges with the divine</i>" - page 126)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And finally, the third part talks about the imperatives that you need to truly live in your destiny. Tony Evans explains the importance of commitment (<i>"You must first allow God to own all of you." -</i> page 134, how God has to work on you and develop you into what is needed for your destiny (<i>"Anything you can do on your own is too small to be God's destiny for you"</i> - page 148), the importance of staying connected with God, worshiping Him, and staying in His Word (<i>"The subjective experience of hearing from the Spirit cannot be compared with the objective experience of reading the truths in the Bible</i>" - page 157), he talks about God's glory and giving Him glory, and lastly he talks about the future and not worrying about YOUR plan, but giving your life to God.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So all in all, I find the book to be a great read. Sometimes we need to hear that not only does God love us and that we are His masterpieces, but also that He DOES have a plan for us and that there is a true destiny for us. We aren't living our lives in vein or just wasting space...there IS a plan for our lives and I truly believe that Tony Evans does a great job showing us that.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Thank you to Harvest House for this free copy in exchange for an honest book review. All opinions are mine.</div></div><br />Here is some additional info:<br /><br />TABLE OF CONTENTS:<br /><br />Introduction<br />~PART 1: The Importance of Your Destiny~<br />1) Concept<br />2) Kingdom<br />3) Rationale<br />4) Completeness<br />5) Intention<br /><br />~PART 2: The Ingredients of Your Destiny~<br />6) Passion<br />7) Vision<br />8) Giftedness<br />9) Experience<br />10) Intersections<br /><br />~PART 3: The Imperatives of Your Destiny~<br />11) Commitment<br />12) Development<br />13) Worship<br />14) Glory<br />15) Future<br /><br />Conclusion<br />Questions for Discussion and Personal Reflection<br />Notes<br />Scripture Index<br />About the Urban Alternative<br /><br /><u>Publishers</u> Description:<br /><br /><br /><div style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Dr. Tony Evans shows readers the importance of discovering their own God-given purpose and helps them discover the reasons why they are here.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">God has ordained a custom-designed life for every believer that leads to the expansion of His kingdom. Until people discover the reason why they were uniquely created, they will be empty and frustrated. But a clear understanding of their personal assignment from God brings about their deepest satisfaction, God's greatest glory, and the greatest benefit to others.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Readers will embark on a journey to discover their particular calling--a journey that includes...</div><ul style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 20px; padding: 0px;"><li style="margin: 0.5em 0em;">affirming God's plan to give them a unique destiny</li><li style="margin: 0.5em 0em;">using practical tools to identify their special assignment from God</li><li style="margin: 0.5em 0em;">growing into the fullness of their destiny</li></ul><div style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Understanding God's kingdom agenda for the whole world and His singular role for each ambassador leads to a future that is bright with hope.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Destiny-Let-God-Like-Made/dp/0736949976" target="_blank">Amazon Link</a> <a href="http://www.christianbook.com/destiny-god-use-you-like-made/tony-evans/9780736949972/pd/949972?product_redirect=1&Ntt=949972&item_code=&Ntk=keywords&event=ESRCP" target="_blank">Christianbook Link</a> <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/destiny-tony-evans/1113316661?ean=9780736949972" target="_blank">Barnes and Noble Link</a></div>Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-51887750976262419302013-02-05T01:00:00.000-05:002013-02-05T06:00:17.683-05:00Simplifying My LifeAs you can see from my previous posts, I've been battling a lot with anxiety. And I have decided it's time to simplify my life. I started writing this post and realized it's heading in the same direction as <a href="http://passionateandcreativehomemaking.blogspot.com/2013/02/mondays-homemakers-challenge.html" target="_blank">yesterday's</a> post. That's okay...you all know I like to ramble. I won't be offended if you skip this post lol.<br /><br />First and foremost...I need to get the<b> computer</b> in check. I love how when God is leading me in a direction but I'm not quite sure...SOMETHING happens where it's confirmed. For the computer, it was confirmed through a blog post by one of my favorite blogs that I mentioned yesterday, <a href="http://fascinatingwomanhoodak.com/" target="_blank">Fascinating Womanhood~Alaska</a>, and you can find her post about homemakers and the computer <a href="http://fascinatingwomanhoodak.com/2013/01/31/fwa-near-daily-encouragement-turn-it-off/" target="_blank">HERE</a>. I stopped all the games on Facebook because they just sucked the life out of me and my time. I have limited my blogs (I will be writing a post on how to organize your blog reading).<br /><br />The majority of my computer time is interacting with people. There is facebook, blogs, email and my email groups. My phone is an android and I have downloaded apps for yahoo mail and hotmail. So any email I get, goes to my phone. That way I don't have to come on here to check it. If it's something urgent, then I will, but otherwise it can wait. I'm trying to stick to only being on the computer in the morning and that's it. I'm not making it a law or anything, but I need to get it in check. Even though I use it for socialization, I always have this awful feeling when I leave it on....like it's taking away from my life here at home.<br /><br />I have tossed out the <b>schedules and cleaning routines</b>. In the season of life I'm in right now, I have little ones. I have to be honest with myself, and I know that anything that is even remotely telling me what to do causes me anxiety. I wrote <a href="http://passionateandcreativehomemaking.blogspot.com/2013/02/mondays-homemakers-challenge.html" target="_blank">yesterday</a> about how I had a talk with hubby recently about his expectations of me and not understanding what I go through...AND finding out how wrong *I* was about what goes through his mind. Well since I know he doesn't really have that much in the way of expectations, I now am FREE to clean however I want...that is something I haven't experience in YEARS! Well, I have cleaned more than I ever have. It's so nice to clean because *I* want it clean. Just this weekend I reorganized the closet in the living room and the kids playroom<br /><br />You know what I don't do?<br /><br /><b>Watch TV</b>. I have the hardest time sitting and watching a show on TV. I'm not against TV...I WANT to watch TV. So I'm working on that. Yes, the computer has taken over my TV viewing. Like I've said a million times on here, I am home 24/7. I only get out to go to the library and go grocery shopping since we only have one car that hubby uses for work. I have started to record a ton of stuff on my DVR to watch later. One show I have been loving recently is Full House. Before last week, I haven't watched that show since I was a kid (how "convenient" the first episode was about the dad being a neat freak lol).<br /><br />I have even decided to <b>walk slower</b>. Yes, walk slower. I rush everywhere - in my own home! I'm always in a hurry because I never know when I'm going to get interrupted. I'm learning to r<b>ealize it's okay when I get interrupted</b>. I want to<b> take my time with things</b>, even if it means I have to stop and deal with other things<br /><br />Another thing I want to do is <b>space out my time with God</b>. After hubby leaves for work I usually have an hour before I have to wake my older son up for school. So I use that time for my time with God. Well I started using part of that time to throw a load of wash in, empty the dishwasher, make my son's lunch and so on. Basically anything that NEEDS to be done, but becomes difficult due to my 3 year old. I'm doing that stuff in the morning and then having some time with God in the afternoon (and trying to keep focus that I can spend time with him all day through "praying without ceasing.") Just this morning I balanced my checking account and paid some bills WITHOUT my 3 year old demanding me every 5 seconds. It normally takes me a half hour or 45 minutes....with him still sleeping it took me less than 5 minutes. By doing this stuff BEFORE he wakes up, I get all the annoying things out of my way, for the day and I can be more peaceful and handle the interruptions and behavior issues. I actually spend time with God MORE this way.<br /><br />I want to <b>simplify my blogging</b>. I did this before, and I'm doing it again. Just like when I organized my living room closet...I've done it before, but this time I have taken MORE out of it. I started doing that Homemaking Quote thing on Sundays. Well that forces me to read books I don't have time to read or to research quotes and blah blah blah. I'm tossing that idea out the window. I've decided that I don't need to have a picture with every post. I'm not a photographer, and I hate worrying about image credits and all that.<br /><br />Where do we come up with all these expectations and rules for ourselves? If people don't like our stuff, then forget them!!!<br /><br />I've also been thinking about reposting some of my favorite posts from last year. With many new readers, I feel because they are old, some good messages would be missed.<br /><br />I'm learning that I'm not a <b>failure because I haven't gotten to something</b>.<br /><br /><b>TOYS TOYS AND MORE TOYS</b> - this is a biggie for me. I have decided, since my kids don't like to clean up, and my 3 year old likes to empty baskets and bins for no apparent reason, I have started taking any toys that annoy me and put them in the basement. Toys that have a lot of parts (puzzles, cars, legos, etc) are on the shelf in the closet and he has to ask me for them. When he wants one of those, he has to clean up the toys he already has out. I would feel guilty for taking his toys and putting them downstairs. Really? How stupid!<br /><br /><b>Book Reviews</b> - I am part of 4 programs where I get free books in exchange for reviews. Can I be honest? I've never actually finished any of those books. I'm in such a rush to finish them that I skim through them. I'm going to work on getting caught up with those reviews and then be VERY picky about which ones I choose. I'm only choosing books that I would want to buy in a store.<br /><br />I'm also <b>focusing more on the relationships within my home</b>. I want more quality time with my kids and husband. Lately we are on a puzzle kick. I want to read to my kids more. I don't want to fill my days with the computer, and cleaning and all that stuff that truly takes away from the relationship side of my family. I want to pay more attention to what I say to hubby and to truly be a blessing to him. I will be rereading the Fascinating Womanhood book again. It's normally a daily thing but I haven't been in it for awhile now. It seems once I post that I do something on here, I end up not doing it anymore or fall out of rhythm with it...weird!<br /><br />I'm working on paying more attention to behavior. I want to praise more of the good, and consistently correct the bad. My 3 year old is definitely in the testing stage. He CONSTANTLY is getting into trouble. If I spank him, he laughs. He thinks going in the corner is fun. The only thing that works is confining him to his room...but even then that sometimes doesn't work. He had no tv or toys in there so what did he play with? The "contents" of his diaper!! Eeeewwww!<br /><br />By me having less to do, I can keep my eye on him more, distract him more, and work with him. It's a very bad thing if that kid gets bored!<br /><br />I'm making sure <b>not to fill my days with anything extra</b>. This coming fall we are homeschooling again. I rather be bored all this time, than to have to stop doing stuff then. I want my focus to be so much on my family, that I don't feel pulled in any other direction.<br /><br /><b>Notes, notes and yes...more notes</b>. I'm tired of being forgetful. I have paper and pen in just about every room I go in. If my husband calls and requests something, I immediately write it down. In my Home Management Binder (soon to be changed to just an organizer - will share when that happens) I put right in the front a one subject notebook (remember those have 3 holes punched thru them already). That is strictly for me to write notes in. If I want to remember to tell hubby something or my mom something I jot it down there. Even this morning he texted me to put a file in a certain spot. Well where that file was is where the dogs are sleeping and it wasn't time for them to come out so I just wrote it down so I can do it later.<br /><br />It's so nice to relax my brain and not try to remember everything anymore!<br /><br />Are you in the process of simplifying your life? What are you changing to do so?Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-10672796823885370632013-02-01T01:00:00.000-05:002013-02-04T09:19:51.854-05:00My Argument Against Husbands VS a Clean House<span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;">Before listening to my "argument" you need to listen to the video below (email subscribers click </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iq-PrimJw1Y" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_90" rel="nofollow" style="background-color: white; color: blue; cursor: text !important; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;" target="_blank">HERE</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;">)</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br /></span> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Iq-PrimJw1Y" width="420"></iframe><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span> <span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br /><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_54 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_55 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_61" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;">Look...I love all these ladies in this video. I read all their blogs and they have been a blessing in my life. So my argument isn't against THEM, but their answer.</div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_55 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_56 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_62" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_94" /></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_56 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_57 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_63" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;">NOW, let me just say I TOTALLY understand where this woman is coming from. My husband is the EXACT same way and I catch myself saying the same thing "I wish my husband was like normal men." Now when we say normal, we mean a man who doesn't care how the house looks. I rather have a husband that is a bit of a slob than have one that is a neat freak. At least that's what I tell myself at times, but in reality I don't think that's true. I love going out to run an errand and come home and realize he's cleaned up. If he truly was a slob then EVERYTHING would be on me.</div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_57 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_58 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_64" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_101" /></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_58 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_59 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_65" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;">ANYWAYS...My ARGUMENT is... what about the husband?!!!!</div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_59 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_60 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_66" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_106" /></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_60 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_61 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_67" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;">She has a 20 MONTH OLD BABY!!!!! Why can't the HUSBAND relax a little? Why can't the husband say "hey, I know the little one keeps you busy, so I don't expect the house to be perfect?" I'm not talking about giving her a pass for a sloppy house..I'm talking not being such a PERFECTIONIST!! How DARE they tell her to work harder than she already is!!</div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_60 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_101 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_62 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_68" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br /></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_60 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_106 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_63 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_69" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;">Yes the Bible tells us to submit. <span id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_155">But the Bible ALSO has a spot for husbands. HELLO?!!! They are supposed to treat their WIVES like JESUS treated the church!!!!</span></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_60 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_112 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_65 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_71" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br /></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_60 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_113 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_66 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_72" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;">Picture Jesus as a husband in today's world. Do you really think He'll come home from working all day, plop down on the chair in front of the TV, and expect his wife who is STILL WORKING to do everything for him???! Do you think He would throw even more UNREALISTIC demands on His wife who is already exhausted from the kids HE helped to make?</div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_60 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_124 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_67 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_73" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br /></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_60 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_125 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_68 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_74" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;">Shame on that husband!!!!</div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_61 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_69 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_75" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_111" /></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_62 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_70 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_76" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;">My mom is a neat freak. She's not as bad as she used to be but I moved out as soon as I could (a few months after I turned 18) to get away from it! And what did I do nearly 2 years later? I MARRIED a neat freak. Can I be honest? I'm TIRED of cleaning to shut someone else up. I want to be the woman of the house where people clean to keep ME quiet. I don't even get a chance to CARE how the house looks because I'm too worried about what hubby thinks.<br /><br />On another note, I'm kinda having some issues with what Courtney said, or what her hubby said to her about her needing to "step it up." What gives any man, whether they are truly the head of the household or not, the right to tell his wife that she needs to clean more? Look, if the woman is a slob...then that's fine. But if she's working really hard already, he has absolutely NO RIGHT (in my opinion) to open his big ole mouth and tell her to do more. That would be like me telling my husband "you know what hubby, I see your working really hard to provide for this family, but it's not enough...go get another job."</div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_64 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_72 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_78" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br /></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_65 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_73 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_79" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_123" /></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_66 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_74 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_80" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;">Okay, so I'm done with my little rant lol. My husband is a great man and helps me out in whatever ways he can. In fact I just chatted with him recently and I realized that his expectations are not nearly as high as I thought they were...I was losing my mind!</div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_67 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_75 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_81" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_128" /></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_68 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_76 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_82" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;">Now, I do have to agree with a little bit about what they were saying towards the end. We really need to change our focus on WHY we clean. If your only reason for cleaning (like mine sometimes is) is to keep your husband from complaining, you very well may get yourself into some resentment.</div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_69 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_77 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_83" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_134" /></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_78 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_84" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><span id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_145">What is your FIRST thought(s) when your little one dumps out his toys? If it's something like "oh, now I have to clean THAT up too before hubby gets home" or "oh great, just another thing for me to clean before hubby sees it," etc...then you're cleaning for the wrong reasons.</span></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_72 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_80 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_86" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><span id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_147"><br id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_155" /></span></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_74 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_82 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_88" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><span id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_152">It's really hard to find that balance of keeping the house clean for your husband and enjoying your role as homemaker. Our husbands work hard to provide for us, they deserve to come home to a nice clean home to relax to (we also deserve a clean home since we are in it ALL THE TIME!). But we also work hard all day and sometimes our kids can thwart our entire cleaning. There was a time where I had the house almost perfect. And just during the time frame of my husband PULLING IN THE DRIVEWAY, my youngest brought toys in the living room and threw them up in the air and all of them scattered all over the living room floor. Plus he dumped bins of toys in the room where he got the toys. So after an hour or so of busting my butt, it looked like I didn't do anything all day. (Hubby is just like Darlene's hubby where he loves the floors clean). A part of me says if my husband wasn't so picky, I wouldn't care so much. I really wish I knew what it was like to truly clean because *I* want it clean, not because someone else does. Again, I totally relate to that reader in the video.</span></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_76 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_84 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_90" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><span id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_160"><br id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_166" /></span></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_78 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_86 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_92" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><span id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_163">This is the husband that God has given me. I have noticed that I don't do much unless I'm forced. I'm not a neat freak, but I'm not a slob either. However I sometimes wonder how the house would really look if hubby TRULY didn't care how it looked. Would I keep it as clean as I do? I have a feeling God made him the way he did to keep me in line with my homemaking. But sometimes I really wished I had a break from having to care.</span></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_80 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_88 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_94" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_117" /></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_70 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_81 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_89 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_95" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><span style="font-size: 13.63636302947998px;">I go back and forth with cleaning for God. I noticed when I'm "back," it's because I haven't spent enough quality time with God...you know the kind where it hits you on an emotional level like I mentioned in </span><a href="http://passionateandcreativehomemaking.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-real-reason-why-we-struggle.html" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_135" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue; cursor: text !important; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;" target="_blank">THIS</a><span style="font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"> post? When I'm on fire for God I just want to take care of the home that HE (not hubby) has given me, to BLESS my family with a clean home (not because I HAVE TO), and to ENJOY my role as a homemaker (not depending on hubby or a clean house to give me my value).</span></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_82 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_83 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_91 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_97" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_181" /></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_82 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_84 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_92 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_98" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;">So ladies, I hope I encouraged you by showing that you are not alone with your cleaning frustrations. In fact about 90% of our fights have been over cleaning, so it's not just you! But I also hope I encouraged you to get your time and walk with God where it needs to be so you are truly cleaning for Him and no one else. </div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_82 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_84 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_92 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_98" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;"><br /></div><div class="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_82 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_19_1357816748843_84 yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_76_1357984314827_92 yui_3_7_2_17_1359629826909_98" id="yiv100396245yui_3_7_2_15_1357161153286_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px;">I also recommend you chatting with your husband about what he truly expects. Day in and day out of MY thinking got me to the point where I broke down and sobbed and told him I can't live up to his expectations and I can't take it anymore. He was so confused. I basically have been taking all the years we were married and replaying all the times he got aggravated with something in the house (related to cleaning) and replayed them over and over in my mind. Every little thing that annoyed him, I was trying to prevent and take care of. I never took into account that he has grown and changed and DOES understand that I have a little one that wreaks havoc in this house. He doesn't expect perfection. What I was thinking was totally wrong and I drove myself crazy thinking that way! So make sure you get what hubby is really thinking out in the open. You may be surprised!<br /><br />I have somewhat of an update <a href="http://passionateandcreativehomemaking.blogspot.com/2013/02/mondays-homemakers-challenge.html" target="_blank">HERE</a></div>Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-83213828811145557252013-01-31T05:36:00.001-05:002013-02-21T10:54:31.704-05:00How I have been studying the Bible lately<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQAE652w3P_TTtk7RUxOsxpFZibB4ehHoGhkPFZC_auvnXoLCmj" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?hl=en&sa=X&tbo=d&biw=1366&bih=643&tbm=isch&tbnid=Ptv7recncepSuM:&imgrefurl=http://www.svcov.org/%3Fattachment_id%3D90&docid=EfCrZ2UR70QxwM&imgurl=http://www.svcov.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/bible.jpg&w=4272&h=2848&ei=AkUKUZDmG8nw0QGpwICwDw&zoom=1&ved=1t:3588,r:25,s:0,i:245&iact=rc&dur=527&sig=114665303067310263051&page=2&tbnh=176&tbnw=264&start=17&ndsp=21&tx=184&ty=87" target="_blank">[image source]</a></span></div><br />Normally when I study the Bible I'm working on specific books in the Bible. I have accumulated over the years a stack of books that are study guides to specific books, or women of the Bible.<br /><br />But I'm not doing it that way now. I figured I could share with you what I'm doing so if you want something else to try, you have another option under your belt.<br /><br />As you can see from yesterdays post, I'm battling with anxiety. So I looked through my books and I have started to read Joyce Meyer's book "Be Anxious for Nothing, the Art of Casting Your Cares and Resting in God." I also am using her study guide and her teaching series to go along with this. I NEED to conquer this!<br /><br />Anyways...<br /><br />I have done this for years but I'm really on fire with it now.<br /><br />When you read a Christian Living book you come across many scriptures. So what I've been doing is when I come across a verse in their book, I go to my Bible, highlight it, and then write out what they had to say about that verse.<br /><br />For example, when she quoted Philippians 4: 6-7 ("Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, shall guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus"), I wrote near that verse what she said "Peace is to be the normal condition for us as believers in Jesus Christ."<br /><br />If I have enough room I'll write a whole paragraph if it spoke to me.<br /><br />I look at it like this...if it was important enough and meaningful enough for me to highlight it in the book and underline it and make every point NOT to forget it (and it would benefit my life if I would apply it), then why not write it in THE book that I read daily for my life? We write down notes our pastors say, why not books that we read to help us in that area?<br /><br />I use a Life Application Study Bible and it's great. But sometimes it doesn't help me when I have problems or struggles. It's really nice when I'm reading the Bible and turn to a page where I've quoted another book. My favorites are books that talk about God's love for me (ex: <a href="http://passionateandcreativehomemaking.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-real-reason-why-we-struggle.html" target="_blank">Heart Hunger, Falling in Love with Jesus, etc</a>.).<br /><br />So there you have it!<br /><br />Do you have a creative way of studying the Bible?Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-12624432954663344302013-01-25T09:55:00.003-05:002013-01-25T09:55:38.729-05:00A Product EVERY Parent should know aboutLet me start off by saying this is NOT an advertising post or anything like that. This is ME, as a mom, telling YOU all about a product that I think every parent should know exists. And if you don't need it, just keep it in your memory bank for when you find another parent who may.<br /><br />A few months ago I wrote on my facebook page about my little guy (3 years old) who I just cannot get medicine in him. One of my wonderful readers told me about FeverAll. I had no clue what it is so I googled it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQtb3Wf92hC7GSWYYCjtrLsLVMfkts0818QsOM7BA0uNFMH8vOazQ" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It is like a Tylenol suppository. Yup, it goes up their bum. No spitting it out, no worry about them not getting their pain or fever under control.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This has recently come in handy because this past Wednesday, my little guy had to have surgery. And of course there is pain afterwards.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I need to stop right here and praise God for a minute. First off, ever since I heard of it, I have not been able to find it anywhere. Then last week, I found it sitting on the shelf at Walmart!! It wasn't there before because I looked every time I went there (I do all my grocery shopping there). They have it in Infants, Children and Jr. Strength. I think they are a little on the pricey side. It's about $6 at Walmart for only 6 suppositories. They do have a coupon on their <a href="http://feverall.com/" target="_blank">website</a> which I will definitely be using.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I can't recommend it enough!!</div>Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-32045937220874630482013-01-24T05:22:00.000-05:002013-02-21T10:55:03.904-05:00How to get over the stronghold of ungodly music<br />I have lived my entire life as a Christian, but my most serious walk with God started when I was 18, right after high school. I graduated in 2001 which means I was a teen in the 90s.<br /><br />Where I grew up it was uncool to listen to anything other than rap, r&b and pop. So I listened to a lot of Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Tupac, Notorious BIG, etc.<br /><br />If I turned to the radio NOW to a station that played that type of music I would be disgusted. I sound like my parents when I say "you call that music??" lol<br /><br />But I have struggled all these years with giving up that music. Just like my parents like the music from the 70s, I love my 90s music..or just the stuff I listened to in high school really. I have always been a huge fan of Britney Spears. I've had all her albums...I just really enjoyed her music. I have gone back and forth with the music battle. My main music is country music. I didn't start liking it until I was about 19 or 20. My husband makes fun of me because I'll go from listening to Alan Jackson, to Britney Spears, and then to Metallica.<br /><br />I used to have a playlist on YouTube with all the songs I listened to in high school. Whenever I went out, I played a few Britney Spears songs since I kept her CDs in the car. I have actually bought a CD by a certain rapper 3 times because I kept throwing it out, and then wanting it again. One minute I'm super holy in this area and then the next minute I'm not.<br /><br />God has recently healed me from this. I'll tell you how He healed me, and then give you some tips on how to get over this struggle.<br /><br />During the Christmas season I had on TV the music channels that come with the digital cable package. There is a station called "Sounds of the Season" and it was playing Christmas music. I grabbed the remote and "accidentally" pushed the channel up button. "Conveniently" it was the Christian station (isn't God funny how He works sometimes lol). Well sure enough it was playing my favorite Christian Song (Jeremy Camp's <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8gkDiTvloc" target="_blank">There Will Be a Day</a>). At that point in my life I was in a huge Christian music rut. I thought it was all boring. I'd play it in the car and immediately turn it off. But after hearing that song, God spoke to me big time with it and I have made a decision to not only listen to more Christian music DAILY but to use it to truly worship God.<br /><br />He also showed me my issues with Christian music which I didn't even realize I had. Everyone of course has their own preference in music, but I was shown that I don't really like Christian Women singers. It doesn't affect me on a deep level the way hearing a man sing. Which I found really odd because I'm naturally uncomfortable around other men. But I get mentally distracted listening to women singers for some weird reason and this is ONLY with Christian music. The majority of my music are from women. It's not just women, but groups too. It's so weird. Only one male singer singing hits me on that level where I can't do anything but focus on God. You may not be the same way, but apparently that's what's going on with me. Crazy huh? lol<br /><br />So I've been listening to Jeremy Camp and Matt Redman since I have those CDs. I'm now on a hunt to find more similar singers. Before I was trying to replace my "sinful" music with Christian music that sounded similar. It just didn't work. I had to have a clean slate.<br /><br />Now here is HOW to get over this struggle:<br /><br /> YOU have to listen to Christian music DAILY otherwise it's easy to drift away from it. You have to realize that to get over this struggle...it's a big part of the healing process. I went back and forth and quickly "lost" my healing. I refuse to give in to the temptation though because the feeling I get when I listened to the "right" music is awesome!<br /><br />Sometimes when you get behind in your time with God, you miss a few days or even a lot of days, you start to have this feeling where you almost feel like God is not pleased with you or you have this disconnected feeling with God. Then when you finally have time with Him again, you feel not right. It's almost like you're sitting there not knowing what exactly to do. You lost your rhythm or flow, so to speak, with your time with God. The same thing can happen with your music. The more Christian music you listen to (I'm talking worship music here) the more you want to listen to it. If you let days and weeks go by, it's easy to get caught up in that rut again. You have to make a decision to have it be a part of your daily life. I listen to it while I'm cleaning my room and usually I don't want to turn it off when I'm done. I turn it up and let it play through out the house.<br /><br />PRAY that God strips the enjoyment, the desire, and everything that attracts you to ungodly music away. You can't do this on your own, you NEED God's help. The whole healing process started with making me not feel comfortable listening to that kind of music. I had an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach.<br /><br />PRAY that God shows you the deeper meaning to why you like that ungodly music. What goes through your mind when you're listening to it? Hmmm...I don't think I need to say anything more there lol!<br /><br />PRAY that God shows you what music really affects you (like how only male singers affect me). Maybe you have something quirky like me with needing a certain specific type of singing to get to that deeper level.<br /><br />Start listening to Christian music and really pay attention to what songs affect you on that deeper level (you know what I'm talking about). Once you realize what moves you, start researching similar music like that. Check your libraries, listen to them on YouTube, and if you can afford it purchase a few CDs.<br /><br />Consistency is VERY important with this. I hope this helps you. It has taken me almost 12 years to get to this point. It's not easy, but it's so worth it. And where it brings you to God, words just can't describe. There is a deep peace and a fullness that I've never experienced before. Do whatever it takes to get you there...you won't regret it.Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-60136341362682823792013-01-22T01:00:00.000-05:002013-01-22T01:00:09.303-05:00Simplifying your RoutinesLast Friday I talked about how I still <a href="http://passionateandcreativehomemaking.blogspot.com/2013/01/still-struggling-with-schedules-and.html" target="_blank">struggle with schedules</a>.<br /><div><br /></div><div>I have been walking hand in hand with God trying to figure myself out and what works for me. I so desperately want to be laid back. My goodness...I am so naturally uptight and I HATE IT!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to be homeschooling this coming school year - which by the way, I have hubby's blessing on now. Yes he has concerns, but I have the green light to do that. I still have to prove to myself (and at the same time him) that I can handle it. I so easily get stressed out over the stupidest things! Hubby actually called me a skitzo one morning. Definitely not doing well in the "proving" department if you ask me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to be able to go with the flow, and handle things as they arise.</div><div><br /></div><div>Night time is horrible for me. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is what my routine was:</div><div><br /></div><div>6:30 - throw a load of wash in, gather all the dishes, clean up the kitchen, load the dishwasher and run it, give the kids a bath, take the trash out, take the dog out and put him to bed, prep morning coffee & tea, make my son's lunch for school, get the kids to bed, throw the clothes in the dryer, shower and go to bed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now...you see I put 6:30 there. Hubby works early so we try to go to bed by 8:00. I am so stressed trying to get all that done in that short time frame (remember there are interruptions too).</div><div><br /></div><div>So I took laundry out of the equation and do it during the day.</div><div><br /></div><div>But that wasn't enough.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was still going nuts.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I prayed...God showed me I can skip the baths (3 year old can take one during the day and my oldest can take a shower in the morning), trash can be taken out in the afternoon, and so can't the prepping of the coffee and tea and making my son's lunch. The dog isn't really an issue...it takes like 30 seconds.</div><div><br /></div><div>Since I've changed all that I can breathe! Really all I do now is just clean up from dinner and the dishes!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm hoping to make a simpler bed time routine for the boys of just brushing teeth, put pjs on, maybe 1 bedtime story and done. I go to bed between 8-9 so at 7:30 I'm whooped. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ladies, does your routine drive you nuts? Or is there any part of your day that is really stressful? What can you do to fix it? Pray and really think about it!</div><div><br /></div><div>Let me know what happens!! :-)</div>Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-19959036416260137232013-01-18T01:00:00.000-05:002013-01-18T05:55:43.527-05:00Still struggling with schedules and a GREAT App to tell you about<br />I was really hoping that I would be able to conquer this issue over my blog break and tell you all how to conquer it as well. I know many of my readers battle with schedules just like me.<br /><br />I did learn WHY I hated them...there are basically 2 reasons.<br /><br />One is my lack of discipline and me doing everything by how I FEEL. If I schedule to do something at 10:00 and I don't FEEL like doing it...I almost become a child who has to do homework. I have an inner temper tantrum. How stupid? Many times I say skip it, and then it condemns me all day.<br /><br />Since I've gotten a puppy, God has used his "bodily functions" as a great tool for me. It's amazing how NOT cleaning up dog poop is such a great motivator. I have him on a strict schedule and whenever I venture off of it I have something nasty to clean up.<br /><br />I really believed the past couple months, and more recently, that God wants me to run off of a schedule. However, whenever I start one something always happens to mess it up. (This is my 2nd reason)<br /><br />For example...let's talk about this past Monday. My son's school does not have a spring break, instead they tack on that week after Winter Vacation. So after having him home for 3 weeks and going back to school on the 14th, I was pumped to get a system going. I also was going to begin the Good Morning Girl's Luke study. I had everything prepared the night before. Once hubby left for work I would start on my study. I had times for certain things and certain chores to do and so on.<br /><br />Here I was, believing God wants me to get over my hatred for schedules and to get going on one.<br /><br />Well that Jan 14th morning, my difficult, high needs child, decided to wake up at 4:45 in the morning! He normally doesn't wake up until after 8!!! My whole morning and studies went right out the window. I was so frustrated with God. After all HE'S been the one pushing me to do this!!!<br /><br />But has He?<br /><br />I honestly don't know. Seriously, I'm lost with this.<br /><br />I DO know He wants me to be more diligent with the housecleaning and not letting things slide.<br /><br />I DO know He wants me to go the extra mile with my homemaking<br /><br />I DO know He wants me to do all my cleaning joyfully<br /><br />I DO know He wants me to be more responsible<br /><br />There are a ton more things that I DO know.<br /><br />But I don't understand why He keeps bringing schedules in my face and when I try to apply them, something out of the norm happens to mess them up.<br /><br />Same thing happens when I decide to start an exercise program.<br /><br />I have been praying that I go with the flow more. Maybe that's a kind of prayer like when you ask for more patience? We all know what happens when we pray for THAT don't we lol?!<br /><br />That Monday morning was extremely stressful. I even posted on Facebook for you all to pray for me. I was so overwhelmed to the point I was fighting off tears. If my BIL wasn't here I probably would of sobbed. He did not leave me alone. In the span of about 15 minutes he asked me for at least 50 different requests and I think THAT is actually an understatement. He just followed me around all day asking me for different things. I couldn't have a complete thought all day. And then I wonder why my memory stinks lately! He went around screaming and whining all day. Needless to say my new (and now unused) schedule went out the window.<br /><br />(See bottom of this post for an UPDATE about this)<br /><br />HOWEVER, I think I found a system that DOES work for me. And it cost me less than $2.<br /><br />I LOVE checklists. I love the satisfaction of crossing off something that I did. However I don't want to have to rewrite them everyday (I did that a few years ago lol), I don't want to print them off all the time and I never had luck with doing the sheet protector and dry erase marker technique.<br /><br />I DID find an app that I absolutely love! I'm not big into buying apps. I'm cheap and like the freebies. I downloaded (for free - I didn't realize it was only a trial and after 2 weeks would cost money...but I loved it so much I bought it). It is called FlyHelper Personal Organizer. It's based on the Flylady system but if you do NOT like Flylady you can still use it. I don't follow Flylady but I LOVE this app.<br /><br />Let me talk about this app. First off<a href="https://www.google.com/url?q=http://www.androidpit.com/en/android/market/apps/app/com.othelle.flylady/FlyHelper-Personal-Organizer&sa=U&ei=fEf1UL6cAoXu2gWcl4GICg&ved=0CAcQFjAA&client=internal-uds-cse&usg=AFQjCNEwBN6Fp5C3_mtwzhPuUo5XGOQZzA" target="_blank"> HERE</a> is the link to get an idea and then you can search it on your phone.<br /><br />When you open up the app this is what you first see:<br /><br /><img alt="FlyHelper | Personal Organizer" height="400" src="http://fs01.androidpit.info/ass/x10/5121510-1333939002284.jpg" width="240" /><br /><br />Under ROUTINES is where I do everything on here. There is a Morning button, Afternoon, Evening, Weekly and Monthly buttons. You add all your routines to here and you get to check them off. If you have to do things at a certain time or you are a schedule type person you can enter in your task like this: "8:00 School".<br /><br />Here is a picture of their evening routine...as you can see it's not in English lol<br /><br /><img alt="FlyHelper | Personal Organizer" height="400" src="http://fs01.androidpit.info/ass/x25/5440025-1334992838626.jpg" width="240" /><br /><br />As you complete a task, you click on the check box. A check mark appears and it crosses off the task. You can also reorder the tasks however you want by using the reorder button.<br /><br />Each morning I click on the tasks button on the bottom and choose "Mark all open." If you click on REMOVE tasks it will end up DELETING them (I learned that the hard way)<br /><br />I have come up with a list of weekly cleaning tasks along with monthly tasks. Instead of scheduling what days I do them, I throw them all under those 2 categories and pick and choose which ones I want to do. It's amazing what checking off a box can motivate me to do! (I think THIS is my cleaning plan). Note: I do not clear these every morning like I do the Morning, Afternoon, Evening routines. I also add to the weekly routine my exercise plans, my weekly manicure (that I do at home), and other similar items. Even on my morning, afternoon and evening routines I have added drinking water. I LOVE checking things off so even the simplest of things (like waking up lol) I add to it.<br /><br />The TASKS button is more of a random to-do list. If you have to make phone calls, run a certain errand, basically anything that you don't do every day (so it doesn't go under any routines) you would add here just like you would the routines.<br /><br />Now the ZONES are a little different (I don't use them). This is Flylady all the way. This is what it looks like:<br /><br /><img alt="FlyHelper | Personal Organizer" height="400" src="http://fs01.androidpit.info/ass/x11/5121511-1331974485680.jpg" width="240" /><br /><br />Those little gear looking circles you can click on and edit that list. So you can customize each zone and then click them as you do them.<br /><br />I don't use the MEAL PLANNER since hubby does most of the cooking. They don't have any pictures of that one but it looks just like the routines picture.<br /><br />The DAY PLAN is actually a link to Flylady's website, specifically to her launch pad. They do have a picture of that:<br /><br /><img alt="FlyHelper | Personal Organizer" height="400" src="http://fs01.androidpit.info/ass/x24/5440024-1334992838626.jpg" width="240" /><br /><br />There is also a timer for those who like to use them. You can see that on the first pic on the bottom left corner.<br /><br />This is such a great app. Again, like I said, I normally don't spend money on apps but this one is worth every penny! Less than 200 of them lol!<br /><br /><br />So maybe an actual schedule isn't my thing. Maybe checklists are? Of course there are things that I do at certain times and I have the times written next to the task.<br /><br />I think the combination of checklists and being diligent and CONSISTENT is what God is pushing me at and not necessarily a schedule. In this season of life I don't know what is happening an hour from now. And for me to go with the flow, I can't PLAN so specifically like that. Plus I don't like to do things the same way all the time. I'm already home every single day... I don't need to do the same THINGS every day too.<br /><br />Are any of you checklist.ers?<br /><br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />UPDATE: Since I wrote this earlier in the morning (I wrote this this past Tuesday) it has been on my mind all day. So I have been really asking God to SHOW ME what all this is about. Why keep putting schedules in my face, why pushing me to work so hard, but yet teaching me to go with the flow? How can I do both at the same time? GOD, I DON'T GET IT!<br /><br />And then I got my answer. I need to have some sort of plan, because if I don't, then I don't get things done. <b>But my plan is not my master</b>. I need to go with the flow. I don't necessarily NEED a schedule, in fact I have FINALLY and OFFICIALLY tossed out the IDEA of a schedule. I now know I work better off routines and checklists. As long as the result happens then that's all that matters. I am naturally an uptight perfectionist. So if I make a schedule, it drives me nuts if things don't go right. For example, as I'm writing this update it is 5:07pm. My husband is usually home right now. I have to go grocery shopping tonight. I also recently started a bedtime routine that starts at 6:30. He won't be home until 6:00. I take my youngest with me shopping while hubby gets dinner done. Sooo...if I stick to my schedule, once again it won't happen. But on days where nothing is going on, then the norm happens. I care more about the "norm" than anything else. I'm not sure if I am getting this out in writing. How it is in my head is not how it's coming out on here for some reason! Basically, have a plan, not a schedule and be okay when things change. By me tossing out the idea of a schedule, I'm relaxed more. In the grand scheme of things it's not a big deal.<br /><br /><b>When you are able to stick to a plan or routine, then do it. When life happens, go with it</b>. Always have it in the back of your mind when you are making a plan that a child or spouse (or other things) can completely change it...and be okay with it. It's when we have official thoughts (at such and such a time I am GOING to be doing xyz) that becomes the problem. For example, my mother takes care of her elderly mother (she doesn't live with my mom, she lives on her own). When my mom gets out of work all she really wants to do is go home and relax after working all day. But now, when she pulls in the driveway she thinks to herself "I will probably have to go out and that is okay." It happens quite often that my grandmother will call her and need something.<br /><br />You should read <a href="http://parentables.howstuffworks.com/family-matters/michelle-duggar-no-expectations.html" target="_blank">THIS</a> (short) article by Michelle Duggar on how she has zero expectations. It's great.<br /><br />Have a great day!<br /><br />Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-3229324684972437742013-01-17T01:00:00.000-05:002013-01-17T01:00:11.235-05:00Realizing Your VALUE as a Homemaker<br />So yesterday I finished my two part "series" talking about when you just resent everyone. I finished it saying that you need to KNOW the VALUE in being a homemaker. Here is that post!! :-)<br /><br /><br />For some reason we battle with this...I know I do and I know many of you do as well. Although the BIBLE says we are called to be homemakers, we sometimes feel it's not important. Even though the CREATOR OF THE WORLD says we are called to be homemakers, we feel like we're just a bunch of slaves cleaning up after everyone else. Even though the great women in the Bible, INCLUDING THE MOTHER OF OUR SAVIOR, that we love so much were homemakers including those who took care of Jesus Himself!!!!, we feel that in today's society it just doesn't matter.<br /><br />Sweet ladies, we need to get over this!<br /><br />First and foremost, you need to have your relationship with God at a level of intimacy where it's just you and Him all day long. I wrote about that in my post called "<a href="http://passionateandcreativehomemaking.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-real-reason-why-we-struggle.html" target="_blank">The real reason WHY we struggle</a>." We hear all the time that we should do our work as unto the Lord, but if you aren't that close to Him...I'm talking REALLY close...then deep down you don't really care or care enough. Sometimes it seems like it's just SOMEONE ELSE barking orders at you.<br /><br />But by having Him so close to you, your heart just wants to take care of the home He provided for you and you are truly doing it out of a heart of thanksgiving. For many years I cleaned so my husband wouldn't complain. And to be honest, I was telling my husband off in my head the whole time I was doing it...by the time he was home I was mad at him!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Do you realize that it is absolutely okay to clean your home and not have anyone notice?</b> </div><br />Think about that for a second<br /><br />Do you do anything at home just to PROVE something?...to prove that you don't sit on your butt all day and do nothing? I battle with that a lot. In the early years of our marriage where we were both ignorant about certain things. hubby would actually ask me "well what did you DO all day?" and it wasn't because he really wanted to know. It was a condescending question because the house wasn't up to his standards. It wasn't until 4 years after having my first son where he had to watch my oldest while I was in the hospital with our youngest where he FINALLY realized it's not as easy as it looks. Needless to say, he doesn't ask that anymore. In fact, the day I wrote my original post on resentment (where I was writing during my bad day) hubby came home from work and helped me get the house in order, took over the kids and dinner and helped me to relax. We've grown A LOT.<br /><br />When you are truly close to God it is very easy to do something as unto the Lord. If you are "connected" with Him all day long it really no longer matters to you if your husband (or whoever) notices what you did all day. All that matters to you is that God knows what you did.<br /><br />So we have to get over ONLY doing something to PROVE something. If your husband is hard on you about the house, I highly suggest you almost look through him and stare at God. Pray about it, and just stick with God. Figure out what it is that your husband is picky about (it's floors and counters for my husband) and focus on those closer to when he comes home (while still doing it for the Lord) .<br /><br />Today's media (including books and blogs) do not really cover how valuable we really are. I really believe that mothers, especially ones that stay home with their children, are being attacked by Satan. There is something going on. Ever since women started leaving the home, society has changed and not for the better. We need to dig further to realize our value. I am making a goal for 2013 and from this point forward to read literature that was written before all this nonsense began. Go check out my list on the right side of my blog, under the welcome message if you're interested in doing the same.<br /><br />Have a great day!<br /><div><br /></div>Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-16896670431760189992013-01-16T01:00:00.000-05:002013-01-16T01:00:09.597-05:00When you resent everyone part 2 of 2<br /><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_109 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_95 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_96 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_97" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Yesterday I talked about resenting everyone. Today I'm going to talk about overcoming this.</div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_111 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_96 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_97 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_98" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_112 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_97 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_98 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_99" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Before we begin, let me ask you a question.</div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_115 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_98 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_99 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_100" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_116 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_99 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_100 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_101" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">What do you think of yourself as a mom, a wife, and a homemaker?</div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_118 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_100 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_101 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_102" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_119 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_101 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_102 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_103" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Be honest.</div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_121 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_102 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_103 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_104" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_122 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_103 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_104 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_105" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">I have learned that a lot of my resentment comes from me TRYING SO HARD to be the perfect mom, wife, and homemaker that when things don't work the way I planned I get sooooo angry. When my 3 year old decides to make his toys "snow" like I said yesterday, I immediately get filled with resentment because now it looks like *I* didn't keep the house clean. When my older son acts up, I think it's because there is something wrong in *my* parenting. </div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_124 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_104 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_105 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_106" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_129">I have this vision in my head of what *I* am supposed to be and I am not even CLOSE to being that woman. I want to be the sweet yet tough mom...instead I am (at times) a mean and wimpy mom. I want to be soft spoken...I am definitely NOT that. I read a lot - which I am starting to think can be a bad thing - about homemaking and being a Christian mother and so on. Well I read these books (and blogs) and all I see is what I am NOT.</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_131"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_134">Do you do the same thing?</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_138"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_141">Reading such material can be a good thing...but if you read so much that it makes you feel like a failure...take a break from them. I plan on writing a lot of stuff on here about being a great homemaker and such, but I still want to show that I too struggle with these things.</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_146"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_149">God also showed me a few other things on WHY I am resentful...maybe you have similar reasons</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_153"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_156">1 - I have not been content financially (money is a huge stresser for me), although I have made huge strides with trusting God in this area.</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_160">2 - I feel like I have to PROVE that I did something all day (hubby is a neat freak and house cleaning has been the root of the majority of our arguments)</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_165">3 - I battle with being selfish with my time. When my kids want me when I'm doing something (especially when it's constant) it really aggravates me</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_169">4 - Again, I don't feel like I measure up to the woman in my head</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_173">5 - There are certain things that I have allowed that I regret (ex: son sleeping in my bed, no chores for my oldest, etc) but don't have the courage to change (As many of you know, God has been working with me on this and I'm starting to see some changes already)</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">6 - Due to being away from family (our only babysitters), hubby and I haven't been on a date or alone by ourselves in YEARS.</div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_185">7 - We just go through the motions of life</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_189">8 - I am home all day and would love to just be able to go to a park or something and get fresh air. Before I was married I was big into nature. I would go to the beach almost every weekend when I lived in CT (even when it was cold out), I went for walks to take in nature...I even loved to just sit on the grass and watch the sunset. I can't do that now without worrying about what is going on inside the house. It's so dramatic when I just go to the bathroom!</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_194">9 - Once hubby comes home we have dinner. Then I clean up from dinner and any mess in the kitchen, do my evening routine and then we're off to bed. We have to get up so early (4am) that we have to be in bed ready for sleep by 8 or 9. We don't have much time together</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_199"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_202">There are a ton of other reasons that I'm sure God will show me</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_209"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_212">But here is how to get over it - </span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_216"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_219">1 - Pray. This should be obvious and sometimes we don't think it's important enough. Be honest with God about how you feel. You're not going to upset Him. He already knows how you feel, He's just waiting for you to bring it to Him.</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_224"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_227">2 - Realize that you CAN get over this and the majority of it is solved in your mind. It's what you're thinking that is causing the resentment. <b>Remember, you can be pitiful or powerful...but you can't be both!</b></span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_231"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_234">3 - Change what you can and leave the rest up to God. For example, I changed a little of my night time routine so I had less to do which means more time with hubby. I can always ask hubby to watch the kids for five minutes so I can sit outside alone to just breathe. I have a hard time asking my husband for things I need...I haven't quite figured out WHY that is, although I know part of it is because I battle with self worth. That will be my next project lol.</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_239"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_242">4 - Keep an eye on what you're thinking. This goes along with #2. When your kids ask you for something or your husband, PAY ATTENTION to what you're thinking AT THAT MOMENT. When your kids are having a hissy fit over something PAY ATTENTION to what you're thinking AT THAT MOMENT. Is it godly? Is it negative? What can you think of INSTEAD of such awful thoughts?</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_247"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_250">5 - Speak out loud!!! The Word says that there is life and death in the tongue. It also says to "<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%204:17&amp;version=KJV" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_261" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue; cursor: text !important;" target="_blank">calleth those things which be not as though they were</a>." Yes that scripture is saying that GOD speaks things that are not as though they were, but we are made in God's image and we have the power of Jesus in us so WE can speak like that as well. I wrote a post back early in my blog called "<a href="http://passionateandcreativehomemaking.blogspot.com/2012/05/power-of-speaking-gods-word-beautiful.html" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_269" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue; cursor: text !important;" target="_blank">The Power of Speaking God's Word</a>." I have been following this principle for YEARS and I can't begin to tell you how true it is. I have seen HUGE things happen because of what I confess on a regular basis. My lists have become so long that I had to break them into daily confessions and weekly confessions. I have added to my daily list the following things to speak:</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_273"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_281">a) I deal patiently with my family</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_283">b) I am not stressed, resentful, nor pitiful. Instead I am peaceful, grateful and powerful</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_288">c) I am filled with love, peace, and joy. My home is filled with it because of me</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_292">d) I am the mood setter of my home and at the same time, other's moods don't affect me</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_296">e) My mouth spews words that brings life, encouragement, power, blessings and are uplifting</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_300">f) I love my role as a homemaker and strive in it; I follow my schedule daily and can handle interruptions that may change it</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_304">g) I work hard as a homemaker keeping the house clean and organized, which is a job that is never done and I love it!</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_308"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_311">I just can't stress this principle enough!</span></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_113 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_157 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_158 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_159" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_98 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_158 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_159 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_160" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">6 - Start a thankfulness journal. I have a simple composition notebook that I started to write in daily things that I'm thankful for. I would stop during the middle of the day and write in it. I did it that way because it forces me to stop however it is that I'm thinking, and pay attention to the good things in my life. Most of our resentment stems from being discontent.</div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_98 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_159 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_160 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_161" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_98 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_160 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_161 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_162" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">7 - Realize your VALUE in being a homemaker. I started to write about this and it became so long that I have decided to make a separate post about it and you will see it tomorrow.</div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_98 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_161 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_162 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_163" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_98 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_162 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_163 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_164" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_94 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_79 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_15_1355567084058_98 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1356033074076_163 yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_20_1357147528382_164 yui_3_7_2_74_1357984314827_165" id="yiv1322676673yui_3_7_2_17_1355479628996_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">So that's it. I hope this helps you. Just writing it helped me a lot!!</div>Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-35068407619010202262013-01-15T07:22:00.000-05:002013-01-15T07:22:00.173-05:00When you resent everyone - Part 1 of 2<br />This is a 2 part series. I will be writing today and have the second part tomorrow. The first part is me writing WHILE I was in a rut. I decided to post it because I want other women to know that they aren't the only ones who go through this. Yes we are supposed to be this sweet, loving, joyful homemaker...but sometimes we can't be that...we do our best to be that but we fail sometimes...sometimes miserably. I fail quite often. Sometimes I hate being a woman because we have emotions.<br /><br />Part 2 is what to do about it.<br /><br /><br />--------<br />I am writing this part here on December 14, 2012 during my blog break. The past couple weeks I have been doing better, however the past few days I've been a rotten mess.<br /><br />This is a blog about homemaking and being joyful and passionate towards our homemaking. BUT I still want to be real. Some days just stink.<br /><br />I have become resentful towards everyone in my home the past few days. Instead of being happy little homemaker SERVING my family, instead I feel like a slave.<br /><br />Yesterday I had a really bad day. The morning started off with me having to wash the sheets a second day in a row because my 3 year old's diaper leaked on them - the day before I had to wash the comforter because he had an explosion in his diaper and it ended up on my bed. Then later that afternoon the DOG peed on my bed!! All 4 layers which produced 3 more loads of laundry to do (on top of the 2 I did earlier) and he got a long stream on the carpet which meant I had to get out the carpet cleaner.<br /><br />As I walked by the windows in the front of the house I saw all these blue things in the farm field across the street. After getting a better look I realized they were grocery bags (with nothing in them). Trying to do the right thing (we know the farmers) I went out there to get them....in my flipflops. Dumb dumb dumb dumb. I forgot about the dirt aspect of it. Our grass was kinda frozen but their thick dirt...better yet MUD was not. I got all the bags and a can that was thrown on our lawn. My flipflops were disgusting. I had a ton of mud on them and my feet, even some leftover pieces of soy bean scraps on them. I walked into my house and went to the bathroom to wash off my flipflops and feet.<br /><br />Now, please realize not even an hour prior to this I just steam cleaned the carpets from the dog. I forgot about that and now I tracked mud in the house. It was also all on my kitchen floor too, which I just mopped the night before. I couldn't finish washing my feet because my son was due home any minute so I went into the living room to open the front door to be able to keep my eye on the bus, and continued to wash my feet using towels at the kitchen sink. Just that barefoot walk into the living room to the front door now has mud on them (they are beige carpets).<br /><br />My son came home and asked if he can go to our neighbor's house but I said no because he had a test the next day that I want him to study for. That turned into about 1-2 hours of difficultness with moods from him. We ended up going to bed late doing homework and I get up early with hubby (4am). During all this my youngest son was making a ton of messes. First I vacuumed up the loose mud. Before getting to the steam cleaner he took a bunch of his letters and threw them up in the air and said it was snowing...normally that's cute...not now. I picked them up and got out the steam cleaner. After I was done, he went and found these foam shape puzzle things (there are a lot!) and threw them up in the air. He threw them in such a fashion that the entire floor in the living room was covered.<br /><br />A cluttered home stresses me out. I hate when my house is messy and at times I hate just as much to clean it. I'm being real here people. I've been battling resentment to a level that should be illegal. I snap at everything and everyone. I've cried every day the past week.<br /><br />Sometimes ladies, life happens. We're not always this joyful homemaker, and I battle with guilt about it because I KNOW how I'm supposed to be and at times (many times) I'm not. I'm in this journey right along with you.<br /><br />I'm starting to figure out WHY I am the way I am. One major thing has to do with money and my youngest. Money is tight, like it is for many of you. So we don't go anywhere in order to save gas. Well I miss going out, I miss going to the park, I miss just walking around the mall (other than a five minute peek to see what was in the mall by me, I haven't been in one in 3 years). My youngest plays a big part in this as well...and to some degree my oldest.<br /><br />Hubby and I, before kids, used to get food (whether take out or we brought it) and would park in front of the Connecticut River, eat and chat...we did this often. Now we are in Ohio and not really near a river but we have a few ponds and a lake. I would love to do that again, but what would happen is my youngest can't handle sitting still so he'll be a pain and my oldest loves to talk so much that you want to strangle him. So what would be a relaxing evening would be nothing but stress. That's where the resentment comes in. My youngest has been rather difficult since the day he was born. To get any sleep he had to sleep with us. Fast forward 3 years and he is STILL in our bed. Hubby and I don't even get to really cuddle anymore. There is some more resentment. Basically I'm bored with life. I am literally home all day...I've mentioned on here before that we only have one car so hubby takes that to work. We live on a street that is 55 mph, not close enough to anything within walking distance so I am truly home ALL DAY. Other than grocery shopping we don't go anywhere. It's the same thing every day.<br /><br />Another reason is no matter what I do lately, I'm met with resistance. There are certain things that need to be changed in my home and I am fought tooth and nail. I hate to admit it but I just give up. Sometimes I hate having so much responsibility. My oldest doesn't really have chores, other than picking up stuff when asked. The reason WHY he doesn't have any chores is because it's just another thing that he has a hissy fit over. Dear God I hate all these temper tantrums and attitudes and whining that come out of my boys. My oldest is 7...isn't this nonsense supposed to stop? I get reports back from teachers and even people from church on how great a kid he is. I even had a mom of 6, who was a teacher in one of his classes at church, come up to me and tell me that there is something special about my son - to the point her eyes teared! Why don't I get THAT child?!! Why do I get the one who wants to fight me all the time, the one who tells me everything I do wrong and makes me feel like a crappy mom?! Why don't I get the sweet child?!<br /><br />Every day it's the same messes. And any plan to do something about it, again, is fought with resistance. Many times I just do things myself because it is easier that way. But is it really?<br /><br />Tomorrow I'm going to write about what I did to overcome this. So stay tuned.<br />Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-2977683935288118032013-01-13T00:05:00.000-05:002013-02-21T10:51:46.237-05:00Book Review: The Respect Dare<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://booksneeze.com/art/_225_350_Book.733.cover.jpg" /></div><br /><br />The title of this book just caught my attention. The Respect <i style="font-weight: bold;">Dare</i>. And THEN the subtitle totally did me in, "40 Days to a Deeper Connection with God <i>and</i> Your Husband." I mean, who doesn't want THAT?!!<br /><br />This is an excellent book. It talks about man's greatest need being respect, which I think most Christian women know, but don't REALLY know...if you know what I mean lol. This isn't a book to rush through. You need a journal to go along with this. I flew through the beginning part of the book and once I got to the dares I just could NOT rush through them. I am reviewing this book, but I really want to follow the 40 day plan. So here is my review and then I'm off to get this dare started!!<br /><br />Each day starts off with a verse from scripture. Then it goes into explaining how that verse applies to us, following that is a true story of a married couple that went through something similar to that days dare. After you read all that good stuff, you go onto some questions you write in your journal, a little more explanation on what to do, and lastly you have a prayer to read or suggestions for prayer.<br /><br />I highly recommend this book!!!<br /><br />I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review from Booksneeze. All my opinions are my own.Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-85478847224056061502013-01-12T01:30:00.000-05:002013-02-21T11:04:41.161-05:00My One Word Theme...or whatever you call itLOL...I am TOTALLY jumping on the one...theme...year...word...thing that seems to be popular in the blogging community. Normally I don't but this particular word keeps popping in my head and I really like it so I'm going to make it my theme!<br /><br />Wanna know what it is? Oh...and if you're looking for my Saturday funny pictures...they should be BELOW this post if I scheduled everything right lol<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P3nZf8HCVfs/UO7O8PH4tfI/AAAAAAAAHuI/me_I9rji8Rk/s1600/cozy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P3nZf8HCVfs/UO7O8PH4tfI/AAAAAAAAHuI/me_I9rji8Rk/s1600/cozy.jpg" /></a></div><br />Yup...cozy. (I kinda used Jen's logo from her <a href="http://pandorasjen79.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">blog</a> to make my own little logo hehe)<br /><br />Many people have meaningful words (which are great!) but I can definitely increase my coziness factor at home.<br /><br />What do I mean by "cozy?"<br /><br /><b>More warmth in the home</b><br /><b><br /></b>I mean this in many different ways<br /><br />When we get some extra money I want to get us all some cozy pajamas to where while we are at home.<br /><br />I want to get my boys some slippers.<br /><br />I want to get curled up under the blankets and watch more movies as a family and read books together.<br /><br />I want to create a more warm atmosphere by being more joyful<br /><br />I want to bake more, even simple things as biscuits<br /><br />Stay home more<br /><br />I want to look at my family AS a family of people I love and NOT a group of people that cause me work<br /><br />I want to let my perfectionism go and my rules in my head go and just enjoy the people I love in my home<br /><br />There are a ton more reasons but of course as I'm writing they aren't coming to my memory. Since I'll be posting this on the side of my blog, with this post linked, I'm sure I'll update it when I think of them :-)<br /><br />Did any of you chose a word this year? What was it?Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-7396032906619525482013-01-12T00:30:00.000-05:002013-02-21T10:52:12.612-05:00Book Review: What You Need to Know About Bible Prophecy<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://booksneeze.com/art/_240_360_Book.650.cover.jpg" /></div><br />"What You Need to Know About Bible Prophecy: 12 Lessons That Can Change Your Life," by Max Anders is a pretty neat book. It's a book about the end times, which seems to be all the rage now. It's broken up into 12 Chapters...or "lessons" and is a great Bible Study! The chapters aren't too long, which I LOVE!, so you can really do a lesson a day if you'd like. Each chapter has a bunch of questions at the end. They begin the study with a "Speed Bump" section. That basically stops and makes sure you understand what you just read about. Then there is a "Fill in the Blank" section, followed by a "for further thought and discussion" section. But that's not it...it then has an interesting section called "what if I don't believe?" And lastly there is a section called "for Further Study" and it lists scriptures and other books you can read to get more information.<br /><br />In the beginning of the book there is a couple pages that show you how to teach the book in case you wanted to lead a study or get together, so that's helpful if you're interested in something like that. I also love that he shares different theories of what other "experts" think...it gives you a whole rounded view.<br /><br />All in all it's a great book. I find it refreshing to study because it's something I normally wouldn't study...really gets your brain going!<br /><br />I received this book for free, from Booksneeze, in exchange for an honest review. All my opinions are my own.Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-60045453455310560162013-01-11T01:00:00.000-05:002013-02-21T11:08:07.989-05:00My biggest failure<br /><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_50" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_64">I told you that I learned a lot over my blog break and I think this is the biggest eye opener I had.</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_51" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_67"><br /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_52" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_72">My biggest failure has been responsibility.</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_53" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_78"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_84" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_54" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_81">One of my largest pet peeves with my oldest son is that he is lazy and takes the easy way out of everything. Anything I ask him to do he whines and complains about it. </span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_55" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_87"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_93" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_56" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_90">After complaining about him, God showed me that that is EXACTLY how I look to Him. I try to find the easy way out of cleaning, disciplining my kids, and doing just about everything.</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_57" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_104"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_110" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_58" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_107">I'm almost 30 but sometimes I think I'm still mentally a teenager. I just want to be left alone to play video games, talk on the phone and listen to music. </span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_59" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_113"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_119" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_60" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_116">It's sad it's taken this long.for me to realize it.</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_61" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_122"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_128" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_62" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_125">I've been giving into my kids if it would just shut them up.</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_63" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_131"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_137" /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_64" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">I now have a 3 year old who thinks he rules the roost.</div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_65" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_144" /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_66" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">My oldest would fight me on homework so I would make it as easy as possible for him...only for him to not fail just one test but THREE!!</div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_67" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_149" /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_68" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">The reason homeschooling didn't work for me is because I FAILED to make my kids mind. That is the short end of it.</div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_69" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_154" /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_70" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">My life became chaotic because I refused to be responsible for it!</div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_71" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_159" /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_72" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">I have a hard time following a schedule because I still live in the atmosphere of following my feelings.</div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_73" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_164" /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_74" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">I have a lot to learn, but thank God He put people in my life that I can look up to in this area and truly have a heart to just help me.</div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_75" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_170" /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_76" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">My biggest advice I can give you is ask God what your REAL problems are and be willing to face them. That way God can help you through them.</div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_77" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_176" /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_78" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">I was blinded by my real problem. I thought I needed more patience...although that's part of it...it wasn't the MAIN problem...or the ROOT cause of it all.</div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_79" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_181" /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_80" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">When my oldest was born, I was an on fire mom. I did everything by the book. I didn't battle with laziness at all. But once my youngest was born, it all went out the window. I had a very hard time juggling him and everything else. Granted he was rather difficult, I was still blind. </div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_81" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_187" /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_82" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Don't be blind!!</div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_83" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_192" /></div><div id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_197">"Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free"</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_199"> -John 8:32</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">My son's school doesn't have a spring break, but they do have an extended winter break (they are off until the middle of January). So for the past few weeks it has been a "testing" ground for me with homeschooling. I truly know that God has put it on my heart again but I need to prove to hubby (and myself) that I can handle it. The changes that have happened in ONLY 2 weeks is amazing! </div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Ladies, if there is an area in your life that you just plain don't like about yourself, BRING IT TO GOD!</div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49"><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Having somewhat of a deadline (this summer) to get my act together helps me A LOT. I can't procrastinate with wanting to change or to DO the things that I know God has shown me. I also surrender my will a lot easier knowing I won't change any other way. </span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49"><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49"><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">When I homeschooled in 2011-2012 it ruined my relationship with my son. When he has vacation, it's a battle zone in this house. However the last few weeks our relationship has gotten better. </span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49"><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49"><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Why?</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49"><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49"><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">It's simple...I DO what God has been putting on my heart.</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49"><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49"><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">And I have been more responsible and not letting things slide!</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49"><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49"><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Again, ladies, if there is something in your life that you don't like, ask God WHY it's that way and see if it's something that you yourself are causing! And then take God's hand and have Him guide you out of it!</span></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">God bless you in your journey as a mom, wife and beautiful homemaker!</div><div class="yui_3_7_2_17_1357816748843_85" id="yiv1210289072yui_3_7_2_15_1355769889663_49" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div>Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-19061949905833079912013-01-09T01:00:00.000-05:002013-02-21T10:55:28.280-05:00The REAL Reason Why We Struggle<br /><div class="yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_25_1354880807738_50 yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_18_1355400150825_51 yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_16_1355850517166_52 yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_19_1356950648764_53 yui_3_7_2_16_1357639625384_54" id="yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_18_1354535999134_48" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: center;"><img src="https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQgtaoRDhJhTBP_NQbVGSC6o_7Yneq9S--KZZQtzmOmQ7kXRA5yUw" /></div><div class="yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_25_1354880807738_50 yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_18_1355400150825_51 yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_16_1355850517166_52 yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_19_1356950648764_53 yui_3_7_2_16_1357639625384_54" id="yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_18_1354535999134_48" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&hl=en&sa=N&tbo=d&rlz=1C1CHFX_enUS472US472&biw=1366&bih=606&tbm=isch&tbnid=LQHmWUsq0s1TvM:&imgrefurl=http://revelationsinwriting.wordpress.com/2012/01/02/to-walk-in-worship/&docid=fQlYK62X8Xd4wM&imgurl=http://revelationsinwriting.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/worship.jpg&w=1024&h=768&ei=6PLrUJjlEMiL0QHQzIDIBQ&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=681&vpy=353&dur=106&hovh=194&hovw=259&tx=144&ty=161&sig=100376098983980960178&page=2&tbnh=142&tbnw=192&start=18&ndsp=25&ved=1t:429,r:27,s:0,i:245" target="_blank">[image source]</a></span></div><div class="yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_25_1354880807738_50 yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_18_1355400150825_51 yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_16_1355850517166_52 yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_19_1356950648764_53 yui_3_7_2_16_1357639625384_54" id="yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_18_1354535999134_48" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_25_1354880807738_50 yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_18_1355400150825_51 yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_16_1355850517166_52 yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_19_1356950648764_53 yui_3_7_2_16_1357639625384_54" id="yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_18_1354535999134_48" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_25_1354880807738_50 yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_18_1355400150825_51 yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_16_1355850517166_52 yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_19_1356950648764_53 yui_3_7_2_16_1357639625384_54" id="yiv604865658yui_3_7_2_18_1354535999134_48" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_65 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_51 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_52" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">I think this is the most important post I have ever written and I hope it truly blesses you. My prayer is God uses it to stir us up!!</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_72 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_52 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_53" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br id="yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_163" /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_73 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_53 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_54" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">Do you ever battle with anger, stress, guilt, lack of self-worth & self esteem issues, not feeling appreciated, no one understanding you, loneliness (even if you are married and/or have a large family), fear, and so on?</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_78 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_54 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_55" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_79 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_55 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_56" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">I have the answer for it all.</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_81 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_56 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_57" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_82 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_57 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_58" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">But let me tell you a story really quick.</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_84 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_58 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_59" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_85" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">I have been a Christian all my life, but I didn't start having an actual RELATIONSHIP until I was out of high school. When I was 18 I moved into my very own apartment, BY MYSELF. Living on my own I had all the time in the world (minus working a full time job) and I had such a close relationship with God. I never experienced intimacy like that before. It was as if He was as close as my very breath. I would eat at the table and "chat" with Him while eating...I even lit a candle. <span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_304">There was a book that I loved back then that changed my life and it is called "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Falling-Abandoning-Yourself-Greatest-Romance/dp/B000C4SMRW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1355173634&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=falling+in+love+with+jesus" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_308" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue; cursor: text !important;" target="_blank">Falling in Love with Jesus</a>" by Dee Brestin and Kathy Troccoli.</span></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_91 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_61 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_62" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_92 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_62 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_63" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">Dee wrote from the experience of being married and Kathy wrote from the singles aspect of it. They taught women that Jesus is our Husband and we are His bridegrooms. And I looked at Him as such. Even going grocery shopping, I felt His presence and walked through the store as if His arms were around me the whole time. I had peace like I never had before. I didn't worry about anything, I had no fears (except for bugs...Dear God why did You make BUGS?!!!), I truly had the revelation that God loved me.</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_95 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_63 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_64" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_96 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_64 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_65" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">Fast forward 9 years. I'm married, I have 2 kids, I'm a homemaker, I have people to take care of...I no longer have all that time in the world, and so on. My "position" with God changed. I started having less and less time with Him...to the point that intimacy was gone. I still depended on God, I still had faith in Him, I didn't stop my walk with Him, but that level of intimacy that hits on an EMOTIONAL level was gone.</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_98 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_65 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_66" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_111">I've battled with resentment BIG time, along with a huge dose of impatience, selfishness with my time, I always felt like a bad mom, wife, homemaker, etc...anything that was brought to my attention that I forgot to do or did wrong would wreak emotional havoc on me. I was a wreck! That was when I took my blog break, however I've battled with this for a few years now.</span></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_101 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_66 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_67" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_105" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_118">About 3 weeks into my break I had this HUGE desire to have that intimacy back again. I went looking for that book I mentioned above. Along with finding that book I found another book called "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heart-Hunger-Letting-Emotional-Needs/dp/0736901841/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1355173716&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=Heart+Hunger%3A+Letting+God+Meet+Your+Emotional+Needs" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_312" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue; cursor: text !important;" target="_blank">Heart Hunger: Letting God Meet Your Emotional Needs</a>." </span></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_121 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_69 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_70" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_120"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_124 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_71 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_72" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_123">You see...the book "Falling in Love with Jesus" always brought me back to my small apartment when I was single. Although I still read it (it's one of the few books I've read from start to finish, and I've read it so much it's falling apart), I can't get the same satisfaction I once did from it. This other book, I don't remember when I bought it, I don't remember why I bought it or even where I bought it. I've never read it before. It's just been in my collection for a few years now. But looking at it was like seeing a flashing neon sign.</span></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_140 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_73 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_74" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_139"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_143 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_75 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_76" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">I decided to start reading it again, and sure enough it was exactly what I needed.</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_146 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_76 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_77" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_147 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_77 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_78" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_154" style="font-weight: bold;">Ladies, the root cause of all our issues, especially our emotional issues, all stem from our intimacy with God. If you TRULY know in your heart and soul that God loves you, I mean REALLY loves you, you wouldn't have any of these problems.</span></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_150 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_79 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_80" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_151 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_80 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_81" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">Earlier that same day BEFORE finding that book, I brought up a stack of teaching tapes all on selfishness, resentment and all those other things. I was DETERMINED to get past this! But God showed me that that wasn't what I needed.</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_156 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_81 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_82" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_157 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_82 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_83" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">Jesus told us that the GREATEST commandment is to Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_159 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_83 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_84" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_160 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_84 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_85" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">Do you know what it truly means to do that?</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_162 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_85 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_86" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_163 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_86 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_87" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">If you truly loved God with all your being, then all the things that you are trying to change about yourself, will just happen. </div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_165 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_87 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_88" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_166 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_88 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_89" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">When you truly and I mean TRULY love God and have a close, DEEP AND PERSONAL intimate relationship with Him, you naturally are more peaceful and loving. You don't need anyone else's approval, acceptance, you don't care what people think of you....you are just so close to God that nothing else matters and of course in that God is changing you.</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_168 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_89 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_90" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_169 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_90 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_91" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">When I would clean the house, or reorganize something, I would EXPECT my husband to not only notice but to pat me on the back and say "good job." However, many times he wouldn't even notice. BUT he would notice something I haven't done. I used to clean just to shut my husband up (he's a clean freak). A few days prior to my finding the Heart Hunger book, I was so emotionally drained. I felt worthless, like no one cared, I was lonely and that all I do is wrong. The crazy part is, I was surrounded by people who love me. My problem was I didn't have that intimacy with God that we so desperately need.</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_173 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_91 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_92" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_174 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_92 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_93" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">Ladies, if you don't have that level of intimacy with God PLEASE stop all other studies. Stop trying to learn about patience, and fear, and homemaking, and finances and having a powerful prayer life and whatever else you're studying. Nothing in life is more important than your RELATIONSHIP with Jesus. Nothing is more precious than your walk being so close that it hits you on such an emotional level that it makes you almost hard to breathe. Don't settle for anything less!!!! There is no reason to go on with all your studies and the books your reading and so on, if you don't know with all your being that Jesus loves you so much!! Okay now I'm crying lol.</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_189 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_93 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_94" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_190 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_94 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_95" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span class="yiv1884558277Apple-tab-span" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_193" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"If your relationship with Christ, at this point, consists only of a quick greeting and request each day, it needs more"</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_195 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_96 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_97" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span class="yiv1884558277Apple-tab-span" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_198" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>-Cindi McMenamin - Heart Hunger</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_210 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_98 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_99" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_211 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_99 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_100" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">When I would have my morning time with God I went through the motions sort of. I mean I still talked to Him, I felt a little of His presence, but that was about it.</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_213 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_100 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_101" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_214 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_101 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_102" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">Ladies, imagine not having a spiritual "to-do list" so to speak. Imagine not having to have your morning time with God because every waking moment IS your time with God. Imagine craving Him throughout the day where even a whole hour in the morning is no way near enough. Imagine desiring Him so much to the point it's HARD to do anything else.</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_178 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_102 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_103" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_223 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_103 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_104" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span class="yiv1884558277Apple-tab-span" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_227" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"We can read His Word and pray 'til we're blue in the face, but until we make the decision to get serious with God, we're still just dating and testing the waters. It's the dating stage where many Christians stop." - Cindi McMenamin - Heart Hunger</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_224 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_105 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_106" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_179 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_106 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_107" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">We hear this message that Jesus loves us all the time that we almost tune it out. But ladies listen. Jesus loves YOU. If YOU were the only single person on the face of this earth, He still would of died for you. He longs for you to love Him just as much in return.</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_181 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_107 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_108" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span class="yiv1884558277Apple-tab-span yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_183 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_108 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_109" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_185" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_178">"God wants to be the </span><span class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_246 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_110 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_111" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_188" style="font-style: italic;">ultimate </span>relationship in our life, the One from whom we derive our greatest satisfaction<span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_207"><span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_181">, the One whose love we crave, the One who steals our heart away....He still considers Himself our husband. That's right - we have a "holy Husband." Throughout the Bible, God uses the illustration of a bridegroom seeking his bride to describe His desired relationship with His chosen ones. That kind of pursuing, that kind of love, makes Him more than just a Supreme Being whom we thank before meals and sing and pray to on Sunday. That makes Him a God who is intimately acquainted with us. He is ready for </span>the commitment. Are </span><span class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_252 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_116 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_117" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_205" style="font-style: italic;">you</span>?" - Cindi McMenamin - Heart Hunger</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_128 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_118 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_119" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_127"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_221 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_120 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_121" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_220">Ladies, PLEASE, I am BEGGING you, don't settle for anything less.</span></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_131 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_122 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_123" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_130"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_134 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_124 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_125" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_133"><span class="yiv1884558277Apple-tab-span" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_232" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"An abundant life for a woman is a fulfilled life, a life of joy, meaning, purpose, satisfaction, love. When we make Jesus our First Love, above everyone else, we experience an intimacy and joy we never knew before. And we begin trusting Him with our <span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_235" style="font-style: italic;">emotional life</span>." - Cindi McMenamin - Heart Hunger</span></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_238 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_128 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_129" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_237"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_241" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_240">I highly recommend you look into this book. You can find it <a href="http://www.betterworldbooks.com/9780736901840-id-9780736901840.aspx" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_257" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue; cursor: text !important;" target="_blank">HERE</a> on Better World Books for $4-$6 with free shipping. I also suggest looking into the other book I mentioned...you can find that <a href="http://www.betterworldbooks.com/falling-in-love-with-jesus-H0.aspx?SearchTerm=falling+in+love+with+jesus" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_260" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue; cursor: text !important;" target="_blank">HERE</a> on BWB as well...just make sure to get the book and not the workbook...although the workbook is great (I have that as well). That book is actually a trilogy (click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Living-Love-Jesus-Clothed-Colors/dp/0849944635/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1355173117&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=living+in+love+with+jesus" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_265" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue; cursor: text !important;" target="_blank">HERE</a> for the 2nd book and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Forever-Love-Jesus-Kathy-Troccoli/dp/0849918251/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1355173117&amp;sr=8-3&amp;keywords=living+in+love+with+jesus" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_269" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue; cursor: text !important;" target="_blank">HERE</a> for the 3rd book)</span></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_137 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_132 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_133" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_136"><br /></span></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_137 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_272 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_134 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_135" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">The level of peace I have now is unexplainable....I can't put it to words. </div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_137 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_279 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_135 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_136" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_137 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_280" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">Just like you might have certain CDs that are for you and hubby, I have one for my time with God. It's not a worship CD...it's not even in the Christian section. Technically it's labeled under "New Age" but it's just<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tranquility-Various-Artists/dp/B000001J56/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1355173548&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=real+music+sampler" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_301" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue; cursor: text !important;" target="_blank"> instrumental music</a>. I play that, and have a notebook where I have begun to write love letters to God. No requests, no complaining...just stuff on our relationship. It is the most precious part of my day.</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_137 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_284 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_137 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_138" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_137 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_285" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49">Here is a Youtube Video with one of the songs (email subscribers click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-f5DSygcsfM" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_297" rel="nofollow" style="color: blue; cursor: text !important;" target="_blank">HERE</a>)</div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_137 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_287 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_139 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_140" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_137" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><br /></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_77 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_142 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_143" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_49"><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-f5DSygcsfM?rel=0" width="560"></iframe> <span id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_212" style="font-style: italic;">A little update...since I wrote this I have gone back and forth with it. You have to be CONSISTENT with that time with God to STAY at that level of intimacy...something I am still learning.</span></div><div class="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_255 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_143 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_145" id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_55"><span class="yiv1884558277Apple-style-span yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_58 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_53 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_144 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_146" style="font-family: times, serif;"></span><br /><div id="yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_198"></div><span class="yiv1884558277Apple-style-span yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_21_1355133480683_58 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_18_1355168624032_53 yiv1884558277yui_3_7_2_17_1355739910155_144 yui_3_7_2_17_1357639625384_146" style="font-family: times, serif;"></span></div></div>Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-82006322226578919782012-11-20T13:29:00.000-05:002013-02-21T10:52:27.419-05:00"Cleaning House, A Mom's 12-Month Experiment to Rid Her Home of Youth Entitlement" by Kay Wills Wyma - A BOOK REVIEW<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTBNGdW8E2sIQdKayXu1gLzLZ6qapRpg8fMzO4sFXWfLDS3gW5hYw" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">[<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cleaning-House-Twelve-Month-Experiment-Entitlement/dp/0307730670/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1356028335&sr=8-1&keywords=cleaning+house" target="_blank">amazon link</a>]</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">I have to say, this is an OUTSTANDING book. Ladies, if you battle with entitlement in your house, then you just gotta check out this book. For some reason this generation of kids thinks that everything is done for them and they don’t have to work. Well Kay Willis Wyma battles this in a quite unique way…one month at a time. (Check out Kay’s Website <a href="http://www.themoatblog.com/">HERE</a>)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">That’s right…she chooses a different task each month to tackle. She began a 12-month experiment of teaching her kids certain responsibilities like: Making your bed, doing your own laundry, cleaning their bathrooms, meal planning along with helping with cooking, even fixing things around the house!! (You can read a sample of Chapter One <a href="http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/blog/2012/03/01/sneak-peek-cleaning-house-by-kay-wills-wyma/">HERE</a>and her Bio <a href="http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/author-spotlight.php?authorid=152949">HERE</a>)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">So basically, everything the previous generation used to do and teach their kids. What happened and what caused the whole entitlement generation anyways?!!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">One thing that stands out the most with the author is her sense of honest truth with a side of humor. I’m all about honesty and being real! And I can totally relate to her struggle with gaining control in the house since I’m naturally a pushover.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I would have to say that my only complaint is that she rewarded them financially. I truly wish I could do that for my boys but I can’t right now. But there are tons of ways to reward (movie night, game night, ice cream, bake together, read books, crafts, etc), depending on your child’s age.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">All in all, I plan on actually following this book in about a year or so (need my kids to get a little bit older), maybe changing some of the tasks and what not. I don’t have teens so there won’t be any household repairs done, but you catch my drift. It’s definitely a tool you can use and I recommend it very much!! You can get more info <a href="http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/catalog.php?isbn=9780307730671">HERE</a>.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">You can check out her Facebook page <a href="http://www.facebook.com/MOATblog">HERE</a>. </span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Disclaimer: I received this copy free from Blogging for Books in exchange for an honest review...all opinions are my own.</span></div>Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-84960578674577151552012-11-16T01:00:00.000-05:002013-02-21T10:52:44.225-05:00Craziest and Most Personal Book Review I’ve ever written<br /><div class="MsoNormal">My normal book reviews are of me just writing a simple review and moving on. I’m part of 3 programs where you get free books in exchange for reviews. I write my review, wait for it to be approved, and grab another book.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">This one is different.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I was contacted to review a particular book and I agreed.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">That book was this one:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTdyVu9ZfRc/UKTuLjiS19I/AAAAAAAAHQY/cpsQO0iLjeQ/s1600/cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTdyVu9ZfRc/UKTuLjiS19I/AAAAAAAAHQY/cpsQO0iLjeQ/s1600/cover.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/DREAMS-AND-VISIONS-Awakening-Muslim/dp/0849947200/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1352980740&sr=8-1&keywords=dreams+and+visions%3A+is+jesus" target="_blank">“Dreams and Visions: Is Jesus Awakening the Muslim World,”by Tom Doyle & Greg Webster</a>. It’s a book about Jesus showing up in dreams and visions all over the Muslim world…just like the title explains.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Now this book is probably a great read.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Only problem is, I didn’t get that book.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I instead was sent this book:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fLei91FQ9Rs/UKTuVuO-W4I/AAAAAAAAHQg/ogniniZfK-w/s1600/ffcover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fLei91FQ9Rs/UKTuVuO-W4I/AAAAAAAAHQg/ogniniZfK-w/s1600/ffcover.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Fantasy-Fallacy-Exposing-Thoughts/dp/0849964695/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1352983002&sr=8-1&keywords=the+fantasy+fallacy" target="_blank">“The Fantasy Fallacy – Exposing the Deeper Meaning BehindSexual Thoughts, a Response to the FIFTY SHADES OF GREY Phenomenon” by ShannonEthridge.</a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I capitalized the words/title “Fifty Shades of Grey” for a reason…I’ll get to that in a minute.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I have had this book for awhile now. They wanted me to read it and write a review in 6 weeks after receiving the book. I think I am way past that time. The reason it has taken me so long is because I couldn’t decide how HONEST I wanted to be. This blog is all about being honest with my faults and putting them out there so other women may know that they aren’t the only ones. But this is a very PERSONAL fault and I have been hesitating tremendously on talking about it. I’ve never been this personal on here before and I’m still kind of weary about writing about it. I have never heard any other woman EVER talk about this struggle and certainly never blasting it all over the internet. But by reading this book, I now know that I am not the only one since a book was needed to be written on it.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Let’s back up to this past summer.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">You know that phrase “curiosity kills the cat?” Well I got shot, run over, and struck by lightning by God because of my curiosity. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I kept hearing so much about this crazy book “Fifty Shades of Grey.” I didn’t think much about it. That was until I read a blog post from a Christian woman talking badly about it. I don’t remember what blog it was…I just saw it in a link up party somewhere and it caught my attention.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Unlike normal Christian women who would take another’s advice, it only made my curiosity stronger. So I took the book out of the library (digital copy of course…didn’t want to be caught dead in the library holding that book lol). It’s a rather long book, but I finished it in 3 short days.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Can I be honest?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I LOVED the book. In fact the ending upset me so much I was IN TEARS and immediately went to reserve the second book in the series.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Here’s where God comes in.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The next morning I woke up really early (not on purpose) and had a ton of energy (never happened like that before) and had the strongest desire to read the Bible.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Want to know what verse I IMMEDIATELY came across? ARE YOU READY FOR THIS?!!!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Let there be no sexual immorality, impurity, or greed among you. Such sins have no place among God’s people. OBSCENE STORIES, foolish talk, and coarse jokes – these are not for you. Instead, let there be thankfulness to God. You can be sure that no immoral, impure, or greedy person will INHERIT THE KINGDOM OF CHRIST AND OF GOD. For a greedy person is an idolater, worshiping the things of this world.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">-Ephesians 5:4-5</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">So immediately my defenses came up. I started making excuses on why it wasn’t that bad (I really wanted to read that second book and didn’t want to hear this right now). So excuses after excuses…I then turned the page and found this:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Don’t be fooled by those who try to EXCUSE THESE SINS, for the ANGER OF GOD WILL FALL ON ALL WHO DISOBEY HIM. Don’t participate in the things these people do. For once you were full of darkness, but now you have light from the Lord. So live as people of light. For this light within you produces only what is good and right and true.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">-Ephesians 5:6-9</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Can we just say the fear of the Lord came on me in a way it never has before?!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I was literally shaking. I even broke down crying (I then went and canceled the reserve).</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Now here is where the honesty part comes in. This really wasn’t about Fifty Shades of Grey.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Let’s rewind about 8 years…when my first child was born. I had a very hard struggle separating being a mom, wife and woman once I became a mother. I actually felt dirty, like I was doing something wrong if I had “relations.” I never wanted it. I couldn’t go from taking care of my baby and then being a “wife” if you know what I mean. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">So (again here comes the blatant honest truth) I became dependent on pornography. I never heard of women having problems in this area, so I kept it to myself. This went on for a couple years. Now I wouldn’t say I had an addiction to it, but I did depend on it for, uh “help”.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Well God really challenged me on that and I stopped.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">But I replaced it with something else.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">That “something else” was books. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Erotic books.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">In fact, I had books that would probably make the author of Fifty Shades of Grey blush. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I continued reading books like that until this past summer. ..until God scared the daylights out of me.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">So a month goes by after that “scare” from God, and I agreed to that other book. And then here comes THIS book.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Tell me that wasn’t God?!!!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">God didn’t just demand I stop doing something and that’s it. He provided a resource to help me in that specific area.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I don’t know what went on in the shipping department of this place. They were supposed to send me a book about Jesus (even the paper work that came with the book was for the book on Jesus) and instead shipped me a book on erotica. But their “error” was actually God’s doing. And I am so grateful.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Situations like this make it very hard for me to understand how there are actually people out there that don’t think God exists.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">But anyways…on to the review.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">And continuing with my honesty, I haven’t actually finished the book. It hits me at every level that I have to take my sweet time with it. I’m also struggling with fighting against it and I hate it. Please lift me up in prayer in regards to this…I can definitely use some. Normally I just write a review to say what I thought of the book and what it’s about, but this one is totally different.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Instead this review is about letting you know my situation in case any of you are in it and that there is a resource to help you through it. I highly recommend you read it and read it slowly (like I am).</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I have included the actual book description that is on the back of the book and the table of contents to give a clearer description of this book.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Here is what it says on the back of the book:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Erotica has invaded more than our minds – it has exploded onto our bestseller lists and into our bedrooms.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Many are looking to sexual and emotional fantasies as avenues to fulfillment.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Our fantasies, however, are not reliable guides into the future—they are actually rocky road maps from our past. Best-selling author Shannon Ethridge theorizes, “Fantasies are simply the brain’s way of trying to heal itself from unresolved tragedies and traumas. We mentally compartmentalize our pain to make room for pleasure.”<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Fantasies have deep psychological roots, and if acted on many of them can do deep psychological damage. Rather than let fantasies rule us, let’s take out the sting and bring them under God’s rule, allowing the Lord to heal us from the brokenness and insecurities that cause inappropriate fantasies to haunt us.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Without being judgmental or condemning, Shannon helps us dissect several common and often-disturbing topics, such as:<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>• a distorted fascination with pornography<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>• the mental pursuit of multiple partners<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>• the lure of gay and lesbian desires<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>• bondage, domination, and sadomasochism (BDSM)<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>With tips for controlling unwanted fantasies and resources for providing a safe haven for recovery, The Fantasy Fallacy helps us recognize and heal our emotional pain and equips us to help others do the same.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">And here is the table of contents:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Introduction: Reading Between the Lions<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Chapter 1 – <b>Why Discuss Sexual Fantasies?</b><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i> Behind the Curtain: How is Fantasy a Friend?<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Chapter 2 – <b>The Benefits of Boundaries</b><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i> Behind the Curtain: Retraining Our Brains<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Chapter 3 – <b>The Faces Behind Sexual Fantasies</b><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i> Behind the Curtain: Sophia’s Layers of Loneliness<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Chapter 4 – <b>Pornography: The Fantasy Factor</b><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i> Behind the Curtain: From Pain to Pleasure to Pain Again<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Chapter 5 – <b>Bartering with Our Bodies</b><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i> Behind the Curtain: Searching for the Softer Side of God<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Chapter 6 – <b>When “One Flesh” Isn’t Enough Flesh</b><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i> Behind the Curtain: Brent’s Rock Bottom<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Chapter 7 – <b>Grappling with Gay and Lesbian Fantasies</b><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i> Behind the Curtain: Tracing the Roots of Same-Sex Fantasies<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Chapter 8 – <b>Our Fascination with Pleasure, Pain, and Power</b><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i> Behind the Curtain: What’s Up with Sexual Fetishes<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Chapter 9 – <b>Putting Fantasy in Its Place</b><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i> Behind the Curtain: Free at Last!<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Conclusion: The Rest of the Story<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">She also has a few appendixes of info</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">So I hope you’ll look into this book if you are struggling in this area (feel free to email me at cafeshoppe_424(@)yahoo(dot)com if you’d like to chat privately about it) and I also hope you don’t look at me differently lol. It’s a risk I’m willing to take if it means helping someone out.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">God bless you all!</div>Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986968502456270469.post-51401928175255855452012-11-02T01:00:00.000-04:002012-11-02T01:00:01.274-04:00Routines VS Schedules<br /><div class="MsoNormal">I have been doing some thinking now about routines and schedules. I mentioned in my post “<a href="http://passionateandcreativehomemaking.blogspot.com/2012/10/wow-ive-grown.html" target="_blank">Wow, I’ve Grown</a>” that not only am I on a routine, I’m loving it.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">However, I still can’t stand schedules. (You can see my post, <a href="http://passionateandcreativehomemaking.blogspot.com/2012/09/how-to-create-schedule-when-you-hate.html" target="_blank">“How to Create a Schedule When You Hate Schedules</a>”), but I have recently figured out WHY.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Let’s talk about cleaning first.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I have tried every cleaning type “plan” there is (ex: Flylady, cleaning certain rooms each day, etc) and none of them work for me</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I finally had figured it out that I am exactly like my mother. Basically what we do is keep up with the daily tasks that NEED to be done, and then when it comes to what is usually referred to as “detailed cleaning,” we usually get a huge desire to clean everything all at once. This happens to me about once a month. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Here’s my routine (which will help me explain why some of us hate schedules)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">MORNING ROUTINE</div><div class="MsoNormal">4 AM - spend time in the Word. (Note – I also go to bed around 8ish so I’m able to do this. God has recently answered my prayers that my youngest will give up his nap and go to bed earlier.)</div><div class="MsoNormal">5:00 - fold the clothes </div><div class="MsoNormal">5:15 - empty the dishwasher. </div><div class="MsoNormal">5:25 - start making hubby’s lunch, breakfast and pack my son’s school lunch. </div><div class="MsoNormal">6:00 – wake up my son, get his breakfast going, read a little from a kid’s study bible to him</div><div class="MsoNormal">6:30 – make all the beds, clean my room, put clothes away</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">My main goal with my morning routine is once my son is in school I already have all the normal daily tasks done! I leave the day “open” until about 3pm. During the day I try to be consistent with putting things away instead of leaving them out, I rinse whatever dishes I’m using and put them in the dishwasher so dishes don’t pile up, and I try to stick to the suggestions I wrote on “<a href="http://passionateandcreativehomemaking.blogspot.com/2012/06/how-to-never-take-time-out-to-clean.html" target="_blank">How to Never Take Time Out to Clean Your Bathroom Again</a>.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">AFTERNOON ROUTINE</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">3 PM – Pick up toys, vacuum, <a href="http://passionateandcreativehomemaking.blogspot.com/2012/06/tackling-mail.html" target="_blank">get mail</a>, make sure house is neat, prepare a snack for my son once he gets home </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">EVENING/BEFORE BED ROUTINE</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">6:00 PM – Throw a load of wash in the washing machine, clean up from dinner, load dishwasher, wipe down counters, empty trash, prep morning coffee, have hubby’s tea bags and equal out along with filling the teapot.</div><div class="MsoNormal">7:00 – Put clothes in the dryer</div><div class="MsoNormal">8:00 – Shower, layout clothes for tomorrow, go to bed</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I love the routine because it truly blesses ME. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">But I need a PURPOSE or a REASON to do certain things at certain times. For example, at 6pm I start a load of wash BECAUSE I want it in the dryer before I go to bed. I want the clothes done and dried BECAUSE I want to be able to fold it and put it away early in the morning so I don’t have to worry about it all day. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">At 3 I clean up BECAUSE everyone comes home around 4:30 and it gives me enough time (including interruptions from my youngest) to have the house nice for them</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I prep my morning coffee BECAUSE the minute I get up I sneak out to the kitchen and turn the pot on, and then go back and get dressed and ready for the day. So when I’m done, the coffee is done as well</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I fold the clothes at 5 in the morning BECAUSE I want it done before hubby and the kids get up. It usually takes me about 10-15 minutes, which is WHY at 5:15 I empty the dishwasher. These two chores I hate to get behind in and I don’t want it over my head all day if I haven’t gotten it done.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">So everything I do in my routine and at specific times is for a REASON.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I have no reason to clean the TV at 11. I don’t need to get the mail at 12. I have no reason to do specific cleaning tasks like that unless they truly help me. There needs to be A REASON to do these things at a specific time.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I have recently been in somewhat of a cleaning rut. I was sick for 2 weeks and then once I got better my son was home sick for a week. But a few days ago, I got this huge desire to clean. I reorganized my bedroom closet, my son’s closet and his dresser drawers, I switched out my youngest 3T clothes with 4T, I reorganized the living room closet and steam cleaned the living room carpet. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">So instead of scheduling ways to do these tasks a little at a time, I rather go full blast when I have that desire. I have noticed I get this “desire” about a week before my…uh…”friend” comes (catch my drift?)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I don’t want to have a list of things that I have to do that day just because I wrote it out to do it that way.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I vacuum every day, sometimes more than once because my husband likes clean floors. I really could careless if there are smudges on the windows or TV Screen…I’ll get to them when I’m in the mood too. It doesn’t change the dynamics of how clean the house looks.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I don’t clean my microwave until I see that it needs cleaning. I don’t have a set schedule to clean the oven. If it looks dirty, I’ll eventually clean it. But I do wipe down the top daily. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I read recently in The Complete Tightwad Gazette that the author (a mom of 6) has been asked a lot how she does it all when it comes to cleaning. She basically said she keeps on top of things that will actually cause more work if not done (dishes, laundry) and doesn’t focus too much on things that will take the same amount of time regardless how long it’s been done (ex: dusting)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Since I have come to this realization, I noticed that I am much happier. I spend more time with my boys, I’m calmer since I don’t have a long to do list, I read more, I even have time to play a few Facebook games each day (loving Farmville 2 and Chefville)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">And you know what? My house is clean. Every room is organized, I normally don’t have anything on the dining room table, my counters are clean, my bathrooms are clean, and so on. I’m not saying this to brag…I’m saying this to show you that you can keep a clean home without needing a schedule or some type of plan to do so.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">HOWEVER, if a schedule works for you and/or a cleaning “plan” then by all means stick to it. I’m mainly writing to people who battle with schedules like I have for so many years. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I just want to tell you that it is absolutely OKAY to not follow one. As long as you bless the home you live in by keeping it clean, it doesn’t matter HOW you got it done.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I recently made a schedule, but when it came time to clean the fridge, I thought “why do I have to do this right now?” I even get mad, like a kid being forced to do his chores.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Really…WHY would I have to do this? It would be better for me, to keep my days clear (average 7 hours a week day that is technically “clear”) and when I decide “ooh I think I’ll clean the fridge” then it will get done.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">It is important to us, God, and our family to keep our home clean but it is NOT important HOW it got done.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">WHATEVER WORKS FOR <b>YOU</b>, PUT YOUR <b>ALL</b> INTO THAT</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Questions for those who hate schedules:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Have you noticed that when you try to follow one, you almost get mad because you don’t really see the purpose in doing certain things on it?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">What bothers you the most about schedules?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Even though you would be in control of your schedule (you are the boss of it, it’s not the boss of you) do you still struggle with feeling like something is telling you what to do?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div>Angellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09196937676984632312noreply@blogger.com3