One of the pastors from my church posed a good question today, “At the end of my life, how do I want my picture to look?” Now I’m not the type of person who likes to dwell upon the question of “When I’m dead….” I find that highly depressing but in this case I decided I needed to seriously ponder the question.
You see, two months ago my husband and I moved ourselves and our five kids clear across the state for my new job. Needless to say the move has been traumatic for everyone but not as much as myself. I’ve never lived anywhere else but in my hometown. I didn’t think moving would be a big deal but It is! I’ve been the biggest cry baby. Which is highly embarrassing for a 35 year old, wife and mother of 5. What’s even worse is that I haven’t been digging into God’s word or really even talking to him. Again, so embarrassing and stupid. So yesterday as we celebrated the resurrection of our Savior Jesus Christ at a new church, in a new town, I finally found the peace that God as been trying so patiently to give me. I have handed over my paintbrush that I’ve been stubbornly clinging to because even though I may not understand the path he has me on now I do trust him to get us through.
So what do I expect my picture to look like? I envision a picture with hills, plain lands and valleys. Probably some stormy seas with me in a boat desperately clinging to the sides and some really dark caverns where fear held sway. Basically, it’ll be a mess because lets be honest, life is messy, but overall I expect beauty to reign because in the end no matter what our struggles are, if we give God the paintbrush, he will make a masterpiece.
As I watched the commercials yesterday interspersed with meaningless football I was caught off guard by the One Beautiful - Coca Cola commercial. My gut reaction was, “How awful!” To be honest I’m still not thrilled with it but before you blast me as a horrible, ignorant person let me explain.
I’m well aware that this country is a huge melting pot of cultures. They are all wonderful and in no way do I think people should come to this country and forget their roots. That would be horrible. Diversity should be celebrated in this nation.
That being said I’ve only ever heard America The Beautiful sung in English and to have it sung in so many different languages just didn’t feel right. Could I get used to hearing it sung differently now that it’s been done? Maybe. Time will only tell how I feel about that.
Until next time…Be Blessed.
#America The Beautiful
Loved that Jaguar commercial!!! Give me some more Tom Hiddleston!
#tom hiddleston #jaguar #Super Bowl
As we usher in this new year may we all love unreservedly, forgive divinely and hope eternally. Blessings to you all!
#Happy New Year
Black Friday. Those two little words either make people run to the stores like maniacs or cower in fear at home. I tend to be more of the hide in fear, cuddle deeper in my blankets and wait for the dust to settle. Not that I don’t like a great deal, i do, but heck I’d rather not get decked trying to buy that deal. My advice, go back to the days when shopping was just shopping and if you were lucky enough to catch a great deal, YAY!!! If not, oh well. The Christmas season is too short to spend recovering from a concussion. Listen to a voice of reason!! GO HOME!!! LOL!
As you might have noticed (or maybe not), I haven’t posted in awhile. With the birth of my fifth child life has increased in it’s busyness. As a matter of fact it’s so busy that my usual routines are completely out the door. I seem to remember people used to tell me that after the third kid nothing really phases you. YEAH RIGHT!!!! That is a big fat lie! Every kid, no matter how small they are, when they enter your life adds a new complexity and level of confusion as to totally throw your life out of whack!
Now I’m not complaining because I love each and everyone of my kids, but holy cow, I need a nanny and a maid, STAT! If you know of anyone that is willing to take on the mess that is my home please have them call me. Lol