if you don't have anything nice to say...

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I used to really struggle with what I refer to as "word vomiting." I actually used to be proud of how I always said what I thought and believed. Now, that isn't to say that now I say things that I don't believe... because that's called lying and a lack of integrity, but I don't "word vomit" quite like I used to. I realize that it's a deeply ingrained part of my nature and I'm still a pretty forward and transparent person, but I also recognize that I was awful for ever being proud of that part of my nature. That part of my nature is often hurtful, or insulting, or even simply discouraging.

We've all heard it:

If you don't have anything nice to say,

don't say anything at all.

I began there [as an adult, because apparently I didn't pay close enough attention during Bambi as a child], but I think I've found that it's not enough.

People aren't stupid. Yes, we should all exercise self-control, but when someone tells you they've decided to name their child "Herbert Magellan III" and all you respond with is silence because you don't want to say something rude.... it's awkward and it clearly communicates to that [eccentric] parent that you don't have anything nice to say and you are doing your best to literally bite your tongue despite the vision of the future you're seeing in your head of sweet little Herbie the Third getting shoved into a locker and having his lunch money stolen.

So, what should we say? Well, we shouldn't lie. That's bad. But, can't we just not be awkward and FAKE nice? Can't we be REAL nice? Maybe we simply try to understand the other person better. Maybe they don't need our approval or opinions, but need us to care. So, maybe we say, "Those are different names than most people choose, what led you to pick them?" Maybe they'll tell all about their great-granddad who left some incredible legacy and they want to honor his memory and preserve that story by passing on his name. BAM. Right there, you've got something nice to say now. Something like, "Oh, wow! He sounds like he was an incredible man, that's a great namesakes for your baby!"

Maybe someone you know gets a tattoo that looks like a Lisa Frank sticker. You don't have to say that you like their tattoo, but you can still be nice. "You toughed your way through getting a tattoo!? You're a stud!" See... you thought it'd be a girl, huh? Maybe not. Maybe we also need to work on being presumptuous? Or something like, "Man, they really captured the vividness of the spectrum of that rainbow." Either way, maybe that friend is waffling now in the wake of the decision to get that rainbow and kitten tattooed forever upon flesh and an encouraging word from you might be uplifting, but even an awkward silence can be discouraging.

When we actually care about people... who they are, what they're like, how they work... being nice can be much easier!

Now, we've all heard this one too:

So in everything, do to others as you'd have them do to you...

[Matt. 7.12]

This takes us a step farther. We can't just not be rude... we need to be nice. Encouraging. Loving. Caring. Honestly interested. Uplifting.

So, let's quit just biting our tongues awkwardly and actually become people who have nice things to say. Let's quit rolling our eyes when people aren't looking [or when they are] and become people who are genuinely interested in others. Let's quit thinking we know what people are saying and actually listen to them... and when we don't understand... make an effort to instead of brushing them off.

Let's be spirit filled and let what our mouths speak

be the overflow of our hearts.

[matt 12.33-37]

Do we get that? If we have nastiness in our hearts then we'll have to be biting our tongues because we won't have nice things to say. If we are filled with love, and joy, and peace, and kindness, and gentleness, and goodness then that's what will naturally flow out of our mouths and this struggle to not "word vomit" [or awkwardly bite our tongues] will become MUCH easier.

I say this recognizing that there are some people and some situations in which truth needs to be upheld and it won't feel good, or situations in which criticism can be good, like a teacher grading a paper... but generally, c'mon. I'm working on this... or rather it's being worked on in me... and I'm ashamed of not just my behavior and words in the past but my heart, too. Will you stop just not being rude with me?

what's mine is yours, and what's yours is yours

When O was just a bitty baby, we were spending time with some good friends and my eyes were opened to parenting gold. My friend's little boy didn't want to share his cozy-coupe [which, for the record, was pretty awesome and painted like a police car] with his friend. He was struggling, and seriously distressed at the thought of letting another kid, even his good friend, have complete control of something that was so precious to him. His Momma stopped him, and simply asked, "Hey Buddy, who does that car belong to?" He hesitated a bit, looked up with his killer super-sad-eyes, and said,

"It belongs to God."

His Momma said, "That's right. If it belongs to God, then why do you have it?" He blinked his ridiculously long eyelashes a couple times and softly said,

"Because He's chosen to bless me with it."

His Momma said, "That's right. And what does that mean that you can do with it?" He twisted the toe of his shoe in the dirt and said, "Bless others as God has blessed me."

His Momma said, "That's right. So what are you going to choose to do right now?" He said,

"I'm going to bless my friend by sharing,

like God has shared with me."

BAM. That kid has a more mature perspective already [at the ripe old age of 4] than most adults I know. I resolved then and there to impart the same wisdom to my kids as best as I could.

Now, I want my kids to grasp that truth because it'll make them better people, and they'll be nicer and selfless and all of those great things... but more than that, WAY more than that, I want them to grasp that truth so that as they grow up and hopefully choose to be in relationship with the Lord, they won't struggle so much with idols as most of us do.

When we grow up understanding that nothing is truly ours, we don't cling to "our" things like that kitten in that motivational [or is it?] poster who's dangling from that rope. We can give, and let go, freely.

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Right now James and I are studying the book of Jeremiah with our homegroup. Over and over again, we see God saving the Israelites, creating opportunities for relationship with them, and being rejected by them and replaced with idols. Our group leader, keeps asking us, "What are your idols?" What are we clinging to, relying on, replacing God with, and upholding as more important than Him?

James and I have always understood that what's ours isn't ours. Our money, our home, even our kids. It's not always fun to think about, but when I remember God's promises, and His goodness, I'm assured that He can do much more, and much better things, with "my" things, kids, money than I can. I rest in that.

BUT...

I never considered my time. It's like a newfound dimension for me in terms of what isn't mine. I've always [for the past 10 years] understood that my every breath, each day, my life in general was His and not mine... but somehow that didn't translate into my every moment. It hit me like a brick [I'm assuming here because I've never really been hit with a brick].

Time. Is. An. Idol.

God isn't limited by time. It's something that we deal with that He just doesn't. He works within time, He reaches into it, it's all His... but it's a created thing that He isn't bound by. He numbered my days before I existed [psalm 139.16 & psalm 39]. My time isn't mine. Just like our money, our things, our kids, our bodies. Every moment I have belongs to Him and, how little attention I pay to how He might want me to use it! I do what I want, consider my time to be mine, and am generally frustrated when it gets "taken" from me.

Spending three hours on the phone two weeks ago with AT&T trying to get our internet turned back on, and our account set right was frustrating. Waiting for my pitiful PC to do it's job compared to my Mac is like torture. Not getting to spend time with my husband because of his work, school, etc. feels like robbery.

The hard truth is though, I'm the robber.

Truly abiding in the Lord, being in His presence every moment, is what He asks us to do with our time. How much less frustrated would I be if I quit viewing time as mine, and instead saw it as God's? Would being put on hold be frustrating? Would waiting an hour at the doctor's office really matter? Would sitting through a red light twice make my blood pressure rise? Those moments aren't mine, but are a gift to me and a responsibility I'm entrusted to handle with love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, faithfulness, and self-control [which means NOT cursing at my pitifully slow PC or throwing it at the wall].

Truly abiding in the Lord, sitting in, loving His presence every moment, is what He asks us to do with our time. When we do that, He guides our steps and makes our time...His time... count.

AT&T doesn't service the afterlife

Sometimes I sit down after putting my kids in their beds for nap, and I just sit. It's incredible. You people with hobbies, and out-of-the-home jobs, and regular uninterrupted bathroom breaks probably think that sounds crazy... but I sit.

Sometimes I pray. Sometimes I doze for a few. Sometimes I make lists in my head. Sometimes something monumental hits me and it hijacks my peaceful sitting. Today was one of those days.

I looked around at the pictures of my family and I was both comforted and terrified at the same time. I saw the wonderful, magazine-like, unrealistically beautiful photos of my kids and my husband and myself that are plastered all over my home thanks to Matt & Ivy Photography [who we totally lucked out in befriending before they were the best photographers ever in the whole world].

[[see? they're the best.]]

It made me grateful for what I've been blessed with, and made me regret how much I'm letting slide. I'm not talking about birthday parties, or zoo trips, or even general responsibilities. I can let that stuff slide without a second thought... which probably isn't a good thing. I'm talking about memories.

Not a day goes by that I don't miss my mom. I lost her to cancer when I was 14. Being a mom has made me miss my mom on a whole new level. I get the urge to call her. Call her. She's dead. AT&T doesn't service that area of reality. I want to show her outfits I'm working on for my kids. I want to ask her how she felt when I did the things my kids do now.

[[my mom holding a screaming me at my christening]]

The good thing is, my missing her has made me determined to be more intentional about a lot of things for my kids. The thought of losing my kids is just as terrifying for me as I'm sure it is for any mom, but I'm gonna bet the idea of having to leave my kids behind is very different for me than it is for you who didn't lose your parents until you were adults, or those who still have them [call them... now. stop reading this and tell them you love them, even if it's hard because they're crummy parents or something. ask a question you've never asked them before. ask for a new photo of them. do it now and thank me later.]. I'm afraid to leave my kids, not just because I'll miss out on their lives, but because I know how they'll miss me being in theirs. So, I'm determined to do some things that take a little extra work. Things like...

• take pictures of myself -even when I look awful...

[[like this one taken right after the first time Eliza took a shower instead of a bath.

I'm not doing myself any favors here, but she's so excited!]]

• be IN our home videos [not always behind the camera]

• not be afraid to talk when I'm holding the video camera even though it's loud and awkward [I miss my mom's voice and have one home video where she speaks for like 3.7 seconds]

• back up photos and videos and store them outside of the house [safety deposit box, aunt-so-in-so's house, etc.]

• talk to my kids about what I think, believe, value, etc. so they know and don't wonder [I don't know much about what my mom really believed about a lot of things, or how she felt about certain things because we just never went there together when I was young]

• say things to them over and over that they'll remember came from me

• make things for them [we all keep our kids' flimsy mother's day presents to us, handprints, etc. but do we need them? it's less likely that those things will be around longer than them than it is that I'll be around longer than my gifts to them-- read that again if it didn't sink in]

• write down things about them, and experiences they'll forget [not a baby book of their weight, words, etc. but more like how I felt about them at times. what I wanted for them. where their nicknames can from, even awkward things like how long I nursed each of them because they may want to know some day]

Really, I think I'm doing a pretty poor job of all of those things, but I know that even the littlest bit of them will bring loads of comfort, answers, peace, etc. in the event that I'm not an old lady who gets to be a doting Gran someday.

Have you felt that loss? Has it sparked something in you? How are you leaving yourself behind for your family?

blog fail

So, when I began this blog I set out to have fun. I wanted to motivate myself to do more of the things that I really enjoy, and to share those things in a fun way.
I was also pregnant. And sitting at home. A lot.
I sewed, took photos, crafted, and decorated... and blogged.

I haven't blogged in something like 6 months now because my life hasn't aligned with the vision I had for my blog. I haven't crafted, sewed, or decorated at all. In fact, I can't believe there are still so many things un-done in my home.

It's silly, I know, why make a blog about something you don't do,
or can't do, or don't commit to do?

I wanted my blog to be inoffensive, overly feminine, and polished... but none of those qualities are ones that I would say describe me. It was a misguided attempt, full of pride, so I let it fizzle.

BUT...
I've missed the blogging world! So, before I lay it completely to rest, I'm going to give it one more shot. It may not be as polished, overtly feminine, or as lighthearted. It may be filled with random bits of our lives, the occasional craft or project, and incomplete thoughts that I'm working through... but it will hopefully be a bit more real, and much easier to maintain. So, here we go.

In the past six months:

• we've moved, and I still can't believe we live where we do
• my son has begun speaking in complete sentences and my daughter is well on her way toward walking
• the Lord has convicted me of some serious pride and selfishness, and gracefully guided me into new perspectives
• my sister got married and we partied like it was 1999
• I've started reading a lot of "the classics" and have enjoyed them immensely
• the Embrace ministry has grown significantly
• we took a ridiculously wonderful family vacation
• ...and I've missed blogging

monday's misadventures

James teaching O to feed the ducks.
My ever-so-handsome hubby, and my son... eating the bread we brought for ducks.

Eliza's idea of fun at the park.

So we decided to go to Town Lake Monday morning at about 10 o'clock to feed some ducks, walk around, and play on the playground. We did all of those things and after about an hour and a half Owen started asking for lunch. I should've packed us a picnic, but oh well. So, we headed to the van to load up the kiddos and go home.

We'd noticed on Sunday that the locks on the van had been acting weird. It wouldn't unlock when we'd pull the key out of the ignition, and sometimes some doors would be randomly locked while others wouldn't. It had just been a mild inconvenience.

Anyway, James unlocked the van, strapped Owen into his carseat, then reached forward, put the keys in the ignition and got the AC running. I was at the back of the van with Eliza's stroller (which had the diaper bag, camera, drinks, etc. loaded on it) and her in the mei tai. As I was untying her James closed Owen's door and came around the back to help me load the stroller, etc. When he got around and tried to open the lift gate though, it was locked... even though we'd just unlocked all the doors. So, he went to another door only to discover- 4 tries later- they were all locked... and Owen was inside... along with my purse and phone... while James' phone was dying in his pocket. There was no way we could've locked it... the keys were in the ignition.

A friend from church is our insurance agent, and we get free roadside assistance through Nationwide, so we called a mutual friend to get his home number [thanks Bruce] to call and ask for the roadside assistance number... which was in the van. He gave us the 800# and after going through the automated menu and FINALLY getting to talk to someone we let them know our phone was dying, where we were and what had happened. Apparently not having an address in a situation like that is not so good. Trying to get them to understand that we were in the parking lot of a public park, by a playground, across from a high school, etc. was not so simple. Anyway they said they had dispatched an auto-rescue guy to come help us.

It had been about 15 minutes at this point and Owen was starting to freak out. He did pretty good until then but when he realized that we weren't coming inside he got really sad. He just started crying, pointing at his door, and saying "ooooopeeeen..." We felt horrible.

About ten minutes later my phone rang and it was the auto-rescue guy calling to figure out exactly where we were. He began with "There's some confusion about your address ma'am... I have that you're at 1400..." I interrupted and said, "I have no idea what the actual address is if there even is one. We're at Town Lake, Wilson Creek Park, in a parking lot, by a playground, just across from McKinney High School..." and at that very moment the phone died.

About 7 or 8 minutes later the guy pulled up in his truck and got to work. He had clearly been having a leisurely holiday at home (he was in pajama pants and a t-shirt), and hurried when he heard there was a small child in the car. The first thing he said was, "There's a baby locked inside?!" We said yes... but that the car was running. So, he proceeded to wrench the door open a bit using what looked remarkably similar to blood pressure cuffs, then stuck a long stick in the slightly ajar door and rolled the window down. He was officially the nicest guy ever and even Owen said "nank you" to him.

As soon as he stepped away I opened Owen's door, unbuckled him, and grabbed him out. Get this-

He was FREEZING from the AC blowing on him for 40 minutes. His skin was so cold to the touch. Poor little guy.

Anyway, all in all everyone was rescued, Nationwide insurance is tha-bomb, as is our agent Mark Braly (if you're looking for insurance give him a call), our van has a poltergeist, and we went home, ate lunch,and watched The Sound of Music.


I spent the day Praising God for 4 things:

1. That the van WAS running while O was locked inside in the heat of the day.
2. That Eliza was NOT inside (she hates her carseat and likely would've screamed for 40 minutes straight, though James thinks he would've just broken a window if she had been inside as well).
   
3. That our phone had JUST enough battery to communicate to people where we were.
   
4. That the whole fiasco didn't cost us a dime... yet (we've gotta get the poltergeist exorcised).
   

Hope your Labor Day was fiasco free!

beautiful day

This is the day the Lord has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it. Ps 118.24

... which is exactly what we did! Funny how it's so easy to rejoice in a new day when it's a "good" day. Right now the weather is astoundingly beautiful and distracting me from the things of housewife-life that need tending, my toddler isn't quite so naughty today as he's been this week, and the wee one has slept peacefully. So, it's not too hard to rejoice and be glad in this day the Lord has granted me-- although I hope that my consideration of this now will pop back into my mind on the next day in which it's NOT so easy to rejoice and be glad.
That's my hope at least.

While Eliza was snoozing in her crib this morning, Owen and I played in the backyard. His version of playing is mostly trying to eat rocks and push his cars around. My version of playing is mostly trying to catch him being still just long enough to snap a cute picture! We got a few...








There's some yummy rustic chicken pasta waiting for me to finish cooking it, laundry that's just itching to be folded, dishes patiently waiting in the dishwasher to be returned to their proper cabinets, and a toddler who's calmly lying in his crib hoping to be liberated from the napping hour.
So, I'm outta here.

Have a lovely extended weekend and enjoy this incredible weather!

humble pie... mmm

So, I used to have strong opinions about blogging-- opinions that would probably not sound so encouraging to those who blog. Basically I thought that if people cared to hear what you had to say they'd actually talk to you and you wouldn't need to blog your thoughts...
I sound like an 82 year old, I know.

Mad props to Matt & Ivy Photography

BUT recently, with the birth of my sweet daughter, Eliza Jane (in the photo above), and the onslaught of hours spent sitting and nursing, I've actually stumbled across some blogs that I've really enjoyed. And, you know what? I care to hear these people's thoughts... and I'm NOT actually talking to them. Imagine that. With the volume level over here being at an 8.5 these days on a scale of 1-10, I'm not spending much time on the phone, nor am I getting out too much with my 3 week old and my 19 month old. So, since I enjoy reading what some of you have to share, and I'm not sharing too much in real life myself these days, I'll give blogging a try.

I was wrong, I admit it. Bloggers are cool people. Thanks to all of you with awesomely fun blogs for setting me straight and baking me some humble pie.

Oh, and one more thing-- I used to take tons of photos... good ones too if I do say so myself (I might need another slice of that pie). But, I've been pretty lousy at getting out my camera lately. I didn't even have a good shot of Eliza to share that I had snapped myself. Hopefully blogging will inspire me to look through the lens once in a while because I happen to think that blogs with pictures are super-cool.

More later.