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Happy Mom’s Day

Mother’s Day is upon us and what a special day it is!  It’s a day to celebrate the sacrificial work that mamas perform, day in and day out.

Mamas are special!  I praise the Lord that He gave me an extra special one. She has been my mentor, my teacher, my nurse, and now my friend. Of course, I had no idea how truly amazing she was until I had my own children. But now I know and now I celebrate her…AND I want to celebrate YOU!,

Today, I want to celebrate you moms, because, let’s just be real, motherhood is hard.

B.C. (Before Children), we were able to take a sick day. If I was not feeling well, I just simply called into school or into the office and took the day off. Now, it’s a decision between lying in bed while the little ones jump around me and on me. OR crawling out of bed and limping around the house trying to feed and entertain them without passing out.

B.C. (Before Children), date nights were not needed because I had my spouse all to myself whenever I wanted. We went out about once a week and didn’t even consider it a date. Now… it’s a process. From getting a babysitter to preparing for the babysitter to getting cute-ified (the last thing on the list) …and well, it kinda shows these days.

B.C. (Before Children), I had never been with a family member admitted into the emergency room, let alone 7 times in 2 years, let alone to PICU stays and a surgery. I didn’t know what it meant to truly nurse a “sicky” and lose sleep over and over again until I became a mama.

B.C. (Before Children) – bedtime… DO I NEED TO SAY MORE?!!?!?

B.C (Before Children), after age 3, I thought I would never sleep in a crib again… but then I became a mom and well… you do what you gotta do.

B.C. (Before Children), money went toward the house, food, clothes and savings. (Wait, what is savings again?)  Now, it’s all the above AND lessons, medical bills, school, birthday parties, books, more medical bills…etc.

B.C. (Before Children), my coworkers and I had conversations. Now I am either coaching. (“Stop fighting”, “Are you arguing with me”, “share please”…) or answering 1 of 10,000 questions asked during the space of an hour.” …and let me tell you, I have realized how unintelligent I truly am. Even Google can’t answer some of the questions my son has.

B.C. (Before Children), I traveled, had friends and made plans at the spur of the moment, enjoyed a $5 coffee, had silence, and had days off.

Let’s face it. “Mommy-ing” is rough. It’s A LOT of work and doesn’t come with a lot of praise. It’s full of sleepless nights, empty checkbooks, sick days where you can’t be sick and guilt over decisions you have made. It’s a rough journey at times, with lots of sacrifice.

So from the bottom of my heart and for all the little ones that can not speak up yet, let me say: “Moms, thank you!”

Thank you for doing your best for the sake of your little ones.

Thank you for sacrificing your time, your money, your energy and your body.

Thank you for giving up a good night of sleep to cuddle your sick child.

Thank you for giving up “peace” in order to provide some godly men and women for our next generation.

Thank you for giving up your $5 coffee and your date nights with the girls.

Thank you for the sacrifices you make every single day.

Thank you for carrying that baby even when you felt like you couldn’t one more day.

Thank you for the stretch marks that tell the story of each child your bore.

Thank you for praying diligently for your children even in those dark nights.

Thank you for not giving up on your child. Thank you, moms. Thank you!!!!!!!!! You are special! You are a blessing! You are needed.

Love,

Joy T

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Yes. No. Wait.

After we moved from Florida to TN, my son started praying that we would have snow on Christmas.  I was so sure that it would snow; I figured that God would answer a sincere little boy’s sweet prayer request.  But, well, it didn’t happen.

Christmas came.

It did not snow.

I was not happy.

Yes. It was immature of me. Yes, I knew better.  It doesn’t help that I have been a Christ-follower for years and that I am a pastor’s wife.  You would think I would know better.  But I simply thought that this would be a great way to build my son’s faith and teach him how God answers prayer.  I didn’t “get” why God didn’t “get on board”.

Well, a few weeks passed and it finally snowed. I was furthered annoyed, questioning why God could not have brought it earlier.  But I decided to make the most of it. I bundled up our two little ones, grabbed our new sled and took off up the hill.

We went flying down the hill, giggled, threw snowballs and enjoyed the white beauty.  As we were climbing up the hill, my son started talking about God. “Mom, God told me to wait, didn’t He?”  I tried to decipher what he was talking about; when I understood, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

My four year old trusted God better than I did. “A” realized that God had heard his prayer. It wasn’t that God was ignoring him. It was that God had different plans.  God brought the snow when He decided to bring the snow.

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“Yes, ‘A’, God had you wait.

…but when He brought you snow, it was perfect. It was beautiful, it was fun, it was exactly what we needed.”

I’m so thankful that God doesn’t give up on us. …AND I am thankful that my son has learned to trust and love God even when his mama messes up.

Rejoicing,

Joy

 

 


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Keep The Lights On

Against the outline of a dark house, Christmas lights shine brightly.

Ladies, there is just something so cheery and comforting about a drive through the neighborhood lit up for Christmas, during the cold Christmas season.

…and so (as tradition in our household has it) we put up our outdoor lights the day after Thanksgiving.

This year, we put up white icicle lights on our new TN home and put out our lighted outlined nativity. They looked so pretty. I just love to drive home at night and see our house so bright. 

 

One day, however, I noticed that our nativity was not lit up. We had had construction workers at our house and I thought maybe they used our extension cord. When I went to investigate, the extension cord was plugged into the same outlet as the freezer.  They were both still plugged in, so I figured that something else was wrong.

I let the matter go for a few days, thinking in my head that I would “get to it”. On Saturday of that week, I made a bunch of freezer meals. When I was finished, I carried them down to the freezer, where I found out that my freezer was off and had been turned off for as long as had my nativity.

I was sick to my stomach. All of the fresh peaches that I had frozen were ruined. The extra meat that I had stored was spoiled.

I realized quickly that when our construction workers had turned off our electricity, the outlet had to be reset, but it was not. Therefore, the freezer and the nativity were shut off.

I grabbed a large trash bag, filled it up and dumped everything in the garbage can.

Then it hit me…

If I had cared more about the nativity being lit, I would have figured out that this freezer had been shut off.  If I had been more concerned about Jesus being lit up this season, my food would have still been frozen.

I lost out, because I wasn’t concerned with what was really important.

What are you losing out on, because Jesus is not lit?

Peace? Security? Love? Relationships?

This was such a great reminder to me, to keep the important things “lit”. I hope you have a great Christmas season and remember to let Jesus shine the brightest.

Rejoicing,

Joy