Saturday STOP challenge: Ladies. Stop comparing, be you!

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Be you! Be brave!

May we be more concerned in making those around us feel special than trying to make ourselves perfect. Maybe then, we will all feel wonderful about how God made us and how God is shaping us into HIS likeness rather than the likeness of this crooked, skewed world.

While you’re all alone by yourself do you, like you? This video speaks to my inner “girl”.

Enjoy.

God likes you. Wait a minute. He loves you. Beautiful scars, curly hair, paper thin hair, big bones, crazy eyebrows… and everything in between. He delights in YOU!

Loves,
Kati


 

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this helped my children stop complaining.

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It’s the sigh I hate most.

I don’t know why it always grabs me the wrong way, making my tongue want to leap out of my mouth like a snake–

When they complain.

It’s the fastest ticket to this mommas nerves. I don’t know why. Sometimes I think it’s because I have a go-getter attitude, “get it all done yesterday” =) Or perhaps because I’m an adult and I see a need and meet it.

However, as sure as the sun is rising this morning my little heart whispers to me, yet again:

“It’s your flesh”

Ah, yes. That sneaky ‘ol thing again– trying to ruin the sweet fellowship between me and my kiddos.

Sometimes it’s a quick trip to the table for sentences. Right now, it’s the complaining jar.

As soon as that sigh or words of complaint come from those sweet lips of theirs– my tongue doesn’t have to whip out like a snake, I have a plan.

A solution.

I think as a parent, most of my frustrations, doubts, and sleepless nights come from having no plan– no solution. So then, I am left to worry and parent out of fear, rather than love. Fear of what consequences they will face as a result of their choices. Such as, complaining when someone askes for their help.

Now, I know your children don’t struggle with this, they do twirls and sing hymns while they gladly help with everything you ask.  And my kids do that too– when we’re on our way to get ice-cream ;)

For when we are at home and I’ve asked maybe one too many things– when they give me the sigh, (my littles mostly) I simply reply:

“Oh, you just complained, I’m sorry– you have to go to the complaining jar.”

And then this little momma has to follow through with the consequences =(

 

But when they choose Grace–oh happy day!

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One day, it will all be just a memory.

Breathe deep today, mommas. Remember, they’re all here now.

And they’re watching you. =)

Holding my tongue daily,

Kati

Have you heard how to trick your kids into love? Oh yes! It works too!


 

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A story of roaches, coach shoes, and Jesus. A story of grace.

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“Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.”  Mother Teresa 

 

I had a friend tell me once,

“Just because you have a bunch of white friends with money – doesn’t mean you’re suppose to be a missionary.”

I was so mad God wouldn’t send me to Africa.

And this was just two years ago.

My friend and I weren’t talking about white people or black people, we weren’t talking about people giving money: don’t miss the point here by reading trivial text out of context. We were talking about being mad at God.

I was mad because we couldn’t adopt. I was mad because we weren’t working in a church. I was mad because we couldn’t be missionaries. I was mad because I felt like a pawn in the game called, Christian.

I was mad because I wanted to just do something and it seems like I was stuck doing nothing.

Because the truth of the matter is: sometimes you’re tired of hearing, “Go into all the world” and you’re saying, send me! And He simply says-

Not.right.now.

And I was sick.to.death of being told, no.

So I was crying. Well, screaming really. I think I even had serious booger action going on. I was a mess. On the phone with my friend, yelling about how angry I was at God for giving me crazy desires and no outlet for them.

Have you ever been there?

Where you’re just crying out to God. I’m here and WHY DON’T YOU USE ME?


 

There’s this lady I know. She sleeps with roaches.

And we’re not talking a few roaches. We’re talking: When we go visit her… we strip down before coming home and even hours later– we still feel the bugs. She lives in our town- population 3,000.

There’s this lady I know. She wears Coach shoes. (Yes, the purse company, Coach makes shoes… I didn’t know either) This lady? She lives in our town– population 3,000.

The cost of Coach shoes could feed a village in my beloved Africa. We’re talking feed them for days.

Last week? My friend with Coach shoes, washed the feet of the lady with roaches. And even as I type this my eyes fill with tears. Every.single.time I think of it– my eyes fill with tears.

My friend with the Coach shoes? Yeah. Her. She washed the feet of the lady with bugs crawling all over her. She bent low on her dirty, filthy floor and washed her feet. She washed her feet while wearing her Coach shoes. 

Because she understood. This lady isn’t dirty and filthy, she is loved by a Savior. Her feet are precious and worth more than gold.  Her floors, her feet? Those are just material things.

You see, just because we have feet adorned with jewls doesn’t mean we can’t love those whose feet are worn and tired, dirty and needing grace.

It wouldn’t have mattered if it were Keds, Coach, or Reebok. Our friend with roaches only felt the sweetness of Jesus that day.

And she didn’t care what kind of shoes Jesus was wearing.

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There’s this lady I know. She turns red faced when you ask her to speak.

There’s this other lady I know. She needed new shoes. She’s the lady with roaches.

My red faced friend? She was there when the feet washing happened. She left and bought new shoes. She returned with the shoes and cut them to fit our friend with swollen, tired, clean feet. While she placed the new shoes on her feet- my Coach shoe wearing friend and I dumped the water from washing the feet of our new friend.

We dumped the dirt and shame out of that bucket and returned inside to see her in new, shiny, dollar general shoes.

Our lady with roaches? She felt like a princess.

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Here’s the deal.

We were missionaries that day. And if I had moved to Africa I would have missed it. If I had stayed mad at God because he didn’t fit the desires of my heart- the desires HE gave me-into MY box, the way I thought it should go… I would have missed it.

And those two crazy kids we adopted last year? If I had moved to Africa, I would have missed. it. If I had stayed mad at God because he didn’t fit the desires of my heart- the desires HE gave me-into MY box, the way I thought it should go… I would have missed it.

And this church thing? This revolution we’re startingIf I had stayed mad at God because he didn’t fit the desires of my heart- the desires HE gave me-into MY box, the way I thought it should go… I would have missed it.

May we live boldly friends. May the desires placed upon our hearts change those around us. May we realize moving thousands of miles away isn’t always the answer. May we be a people who are not above getting our Coach shoes dirty. May we be a people proud of who God made us and live boldly according to the desires placed in our hearts.

May we have the wisdom and strength to do things now. Not later when we are prepared. Not later when we’ve moved to our “Africa” may we understand God has equipped us now for good works.

May we realize, it doesn’t matter. Coach shoes, shy and red faced, or angry hearts. God can do big things through each.and.every.one.of.us.

Typing barefoot- wishing I had a pedicure, broken in a million ways~ 

All my love, 

Kati


 

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As soon as I heard about Robin Williams, I thought of this:

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Robin Williams.

Yup, you know what I’m talking about.

As soon as I heard about what happened, I thought. Yup- I’ve been there.

Have you?

I mean, I’ve never pulled the trigger but I’ve sat with those who have, in one way or another. Those who tried to take their own lives and failed– only to feel like they can’t even get that right.

I’ve held the gun– thought about the funeral. I’ve even thought of all those people who would miss me if I were gone. I’ve cried the tears of feeling unwanted when there was no reason to feel that way but I’ve also cried the tears of feeling unwanted when there was a reason to feel that way. And there have been more than one. For me. And maybe for even you.

One time, when we were kicked out of the church – when we needed the church most, only to find it was merely a business, hiding behind the mask of Jesus? Yes. When we struggled through those terrible, hard; HARD days– I heard that man of mine say,

Man, this. THIS is the reason people commit suicide.”

I’ve told you before- I’m nobody special.

As soon as I heard about Mr. Williams, I thought of this post by Ann.


What the Church & Christians Need to Know About Suicide & Mental Health– from the heart of Ann Voskamp @ a holy experience.

 

Dear Church,

Cancer can be deadly and so can depression.

So can the dark and the shame and the crush of a thousand skeletons, a thousand millstones, a thousand internal infernos.

We could tell you what we know.

That — depression is like a room engulfed in flames and you can’t breathe for the sooty smoke smothering you limp — and suicide is deciding there is no way but to  jump straight out of the burning building.

That when the unseen scorch on the inside finally sears intolerably hot –  you think a desperate lunge from the flames and the land of the living seems the lesser of two unbearables.

That’s what you’re thinking — that if you’d do yourself in, you’d be doing everyone a favor.

I had planned mine for a Friday…” FINISH READING HERE




All my love and hope for you to stay strong,

Kati

Give Me Gratitude or Give Me Debt : From Momastery

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 Enjoy the sweetness of THIS today? Shared from the heart of Glennon over at Momastery

Carry On, Warrior
Author of the New York Times Bestselling Memoir CARRY ON, WARRIOR -

 


 

 

“Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.”   ―  Thoreau

So why not just laugh now? – G

“If we do not feel grateful for what we already have, what makes us think we’d be happy with more?” — Unknown

“Recently I posted a picture of myself in my kitchen, and I immediately started receiving generous messages from people wanting to help me “update” it. Along with their messages came pictures of how my kitchen could look, if I’d just put some effort and money into it.
I’ve always loved my kitchen, but after seeing those pictures I found myself looking at it through new, critical eyes.  Maybe it was all wrong. Maybe the 80′s counters, laminate cabinets, mismatched appliances and clutter really were mistakes I should try to fix. I stood and stared and suddenly my kitchen looked shabby and lazy to me…” – See more at: http://momastery.com/blog/#sthash.YdL4yC3C.dpuf

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This post beat me up today ; ) No, it’s great… —> Go on over there and read it.
 
Much love,
Kati

Could my bad mom moment help you?

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We all have that child.

Well, at least I tell myself we all do. Maybe it’s only me.

In this home of half a dozen children- the “that child” always changes.

But lately? It has been the same one.

over

and over

and over

again.

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Last night, all of my kiddos were tucked into bed.

Sneaking one little guy a banana I thought, maybe I should give his brother one too.

“No, he doesn’t deserve a banana.”  I thought.

He yelled at me.

He hit his sister.

He did that thing he does- again.

Then I heard it.

“I’m watching the way you treat him.”

It came all over me like a flood. You know, the way God does? Just says six little words that rock your world?

Yeah. That God of ours. He did that.

Again.

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Compassion, Kindness, and Love.

Within five minutes, all of my littles had a banana; all giggling under their covers at the idea of a late night, sweet snack.

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So, I wrote it down. Right there in the hallway– where we write prayers.

He’s watching.  And He notices when it’s hard. He hears when you pray again out of frustration. He is planting little seeds in my little man’s heart each.time.i.choose.to.love.

no matter what.

Sometimes, I don’t deserve the Fathers love. But He gives it still.

May we be a person with the mind of Christ. To love even when we’ve been wronged. Even when they’ve done it again. Even when it seems like they’ll never change. May we sneak a little bit of sweetness into their hearts so they know we love them still.

Because He’s watching the way we love them. And the thought of seeing my Father look upon me with a smile of satisfaction?

Well, that’s beautiful.

Learning Daily,

Kati