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If this works, I will take it as a sign.
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January 1, 2016

It is wisdom that I seek, in all the doings of life, in pursuit of Christ, in speech, in relationships, in investment of time and energy.

The world spins, daily people fall into darkness and error and failings, moral and financial. For the want of wisdom, the best laid plans come undone.

She is there, Wisdom, crying out in the streets, on every corner, begging a listen amidst the many voices, distractions seeking the souls of the simple and the slack.

Turning away from truth, or a complacent pursuit of the knowledge of God brings death. The fruit of poor choices and neglecting to listen when the words of life are spoken, cause many to spiral and lose footing.

In days of calamity and fear on every side, Wisdom speaks:

“Whoever listens to me, will dwell securely and will be at ease, without dread of disaster.” Proverbs 1:33

Is there anything more valuable, is this not what everyone seeks, through acquisition of wealth or alliance or battalions of armed guards and walls around borders, trusted counselors to keep confidences and laws to protect the labors of mind and hands from enemies?

Seeking and keeping the teachings of God will lengthen days and give peace and favor, healing and refreshment.

A house of wisdom is established in peace and the dwelling of the righteous is blessed.

Will You leave me undone?

Not Resolved?

Weary in trying to reach

The Place

Where rest comes.

Released

Tension built

To attain

Never fulfilled

Will pain

Be the end

Of good intention?

No.

Your promise is

To complete the work

Begun.

The intimacy

of

Your hands in the heart

Creates breath in lungs

Not stopped or trapped.

Cimatic plans reach fulfillment

In the end.

This is not a lonely quest.

You move in community

Bringing together

The needful elements

Creating the purposes of Your heart inside ours.

Those who yield to growth

See not as unfinished

Process is progress

Time is a friend

Not the enemy

In context of Your reality.

It seems that Mother’s Day is the yearly time for people to air various opinions about the worthiness of such a day. I have read many articles over the past couple years related to this topic and this is my heartfelt response. It is not meant to harm anyone, but simply to share this mother’s point of view on the beauty of Mother’s Day.  Blessings to all born to a mother.

I am a mother. My children, ages 21, 18, 15, 13, 10 and 7 are my proof. Every day for the past 22 years, I have been a mother. I have 2 children in heaven waiting to meet me as well. I am a mother. My husband and I struggled with the pain of infertility, and then God opened my womb and I became, a mother. 

In order to be the mother I wanted to be, for many years I have educated my children at home. I am a mother, a “home school mother”. My husband has 2 careers, one  of which involves extensive travel, so often I am , a mother alone. I am a mother. I have reached out and nurtured and “adopted” people into our family and spiritually nurtured them and cared for their souls. I am a mother.

I have not yet graduated college, so I did not walk across a stage, turn a tassel or receive cards of honor for the accomplishment. I have done 1000’s of hours of volunteer work in many capacities, but never really gotten a card, an award, a bouquet or anything like some do on “Administrative Assistants Day” or “Teachers Day” or “Headmistress Day”. I have not received a paycheck in 20 years. I am a mother. No one has given me “Employee of the Month” or any other awards or recognition of service in my 20 plus year chosen career field. I am a mother.

I do not resent any one else receiving award, gifts, bouquets or recognition and thanks on their birthday, graduation, promotion or advancement. I am a mother. Let me have a day. A day for my children, my husband and my community to remind me that what I do is important, and worth continuing to do well, because honestly, sometimes I am tempted to quit.  Often I have cried due to my lonely road, lack of support and just plain old exhaustion.

I am compassionate, I care about people’s feelings and I enter often into the concerns of those who struggle with many things. After all, I am a mother.

My heart needs the boost that I receive from the annual day of encouragement and honor that is specific to me and other women who have done the work of mothering. It wets my eyes when my church takes 5 minutes to cheer me on, it lasts at least through the brunch that follows. It helps me see clearly through the challenges that do not relent. I am a mother.

It’s just a few minutes on social media or in church, it’s only a day. It helps me to remember to thank my own mother for her years and tears and blood and sweat and all that goes with being a mother. We all are here because someone was a mother.

I am a Lover of Mother’s Day, and thankful for those who let me have it, without worrying about everyone else just for a minute. I feel for those whose relationships with their mothers are challenged, honestly, my own has it’s rough spots. I understand about imperfect family dynamics in families, and loss and longing. I promise I do. I am, a mother.

I want the card. I want to breathe a sigh of relief, in church and at lunch, with a corsage or a banquet or a song or my children doing a good deed. I am a mother, let me have my day. I won’t come and rain on anyone else’s parade, I won’t rub it in, I wear my work on my face and on my sleeves, please give Mother’s this Day, to celebrate  or grieve, the lives they have brought or desire or have lost as they each please.

Happy Day to all who Mother along with me, to mother’s yet to be, to those whose womb will never see, a child, but whose hearts take in and love all the while. I am a mother.

With love,

Sherry

If we desire to develop and maintain positive and life giving relationships with others, it is important to discover our own capacity and then to learn to read that of others. One of the lost relational skills is the ability to tell when someone is overwhelmed. We need to have people in our lives who have the ability to read non-verbal cues that show when others are over capacity and download that skill from a more mature mind. It is part of God’s design that parents and older people will impart this skill into the lives of their children and community during infancy.

If a parent does not possess this skill and a child is in a disorganized, distracted or dismissive style home, that child may miss this important download and will struggle to gain healthy balance in knowing their own capacity and that of others.

Learning to recognize and respect overwhelm can be learned by being part of a joyful community where the members love one another and where the stronger and more mature minds and willing to enter in and spend time with those who may be weaker in some areas. Living in joy with others means we are glad to be together in spite of our, “malfunctions”.

We are a culture over capacity, and it’s time to take a breather and find out what we need to do to THRIVE and live in JOY.

To learn more about JOYFUL relationships and the skills you need to THRIVE.

http://www.joystartshere.com

http://www.joystartshere.com/thrivetraining/

In our 21 year journey of parenting and home educating our family, we have tried to let our 6 children experience many activities from art to music to photography and filmmaking, various sports, shooting, hunting, traveling, attending camps where they learn about civics and leadership, serving in the church and the community. We hope they will each find things they enjoy and fulfill God’s purpose in their lives. Some are “good” at some things and others thrive when serving or reading or doing community service. We have pursued some “competitive ” things and most of my children have won awards, elections, ribbons for something, have shot a bullseye or graced a stage.

This year our oldest son is attending school  in the 9th grade for the first time and playing a few organized sports that he has never played other than in the backyard or a small co-op. He’s slight for his age and has often been marginalized and bullied due to his smaller stature.

This week he got to play for 4 minutes in a varsity basketball tournament and he took a great 3 point shot from pretty far out. The ball went in and out of the hoop and did not make it in. My honest thought as a mom was, “I am so proud of him for taking that shot”.  I wished it would have gone in as I know that would have blessed his heart. I have noticed some other parents sort of looking at me at the games this year with pity, since my son sits on the bench most of the time, and I have gotten looks and comments from some other parents that let me know they feel sorry for me. It happened during football when he made a little mistake on a play as well. One of the other “student athletes” went so far recently as to say “Oh yeah, your son hardly ever gets in the game even on JV.” I smiled and said “He’s a really good sport and wants to support the team, and honestly, he is here for the people” It’s true, my son loves to be with people and is happy to be part of a team, he realizes that we did not “specialize” in sports when he was young and he’s not tall, or built or super aggressive in sports. He enjoys playing and being with friends.

The other night after the car ride home from a game 2 1/2 hours a way ( yes I drove 6 hours to attend a game where my son played the last 4 minutes of a game with a 40 point margin in the score) my son said to me ” Mom, thanks for not caring that I am not that great at sports, you never yell at me if I mess up and you encourage me to try my best, but you never criticize how I do.”

Okay, I can just cry now and know that my non aggressive and low competitive nature when it comes to my kids is okay. My kids are awesome, I am happy if they love the players and love the game.

Never feel sorry for me or my kids. We are doing just fine on the bench and in the stands watching and cheering for your kids if that’s their thing. Hope you do the same when it’s others turn to shine.