3 Remedies To Keep Your Contentment

Do you ever have what my friend Lauren calls a MOMENT?

You know what I mean?

Everything is just “fine” and then you get triggered.
Something hits you sideways and you have a MOMENT.

Maybe you had a Facebook moment when you saw that
you weren’t included in a party or conversation or outing.

Maybe you had a home improvement moment
as you watched all the options HGTV had to offer.

Maybe you had a Pinterest moment when you
tried your best to recreate the image on your computer screen
and it was an unrecognizable failure.

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Maybe you had a travel moment when you had high expectations of
Swanky Suites but ended up at Bob’s Sleep Palace?

Maybe it was
your car, or
your house, or
your kids, or
your boss, or
your husband, or
your scale, or
your mirror …
and you just had a MOMENT!

The MOMENT dissolved your contentment.

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Turn Your NO-NO Into Yes Please.

 I never understood women who said, “I can’t keep food in the house!” Until … my boys were teenagers and they turned into eating machines.

(They inherited that from their father’s side.)
In high school, they were both in weight training and they were hungry all the time.

My baking dishes and freezer meal containers got bigger and bigger.

One night when I opened the refrigerator to take out that evening’s meal, I could see that a large scoop of the casserole was missing.
I smoothed the contents to fill in the divot, popped it in the oven and waited.
Sure enough, the guilty party asked, “Is this the same stuff that was in the frig earlier?”
“Yes it is, Son. Why do you ask?”
“It tastes different,” he said.
“That’s because it’s cooked now!”
He looked at me sheepishly.

“Sorry, I was hungry.”

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Are Distractions Keeping You From God?

It’s Lent.

The 40 days from Ash Wednesday to Easter.
(46 for the truly committed who don’t take Sundays off.)
Time to connect with God in a personal way and
consider what Christ’s gift of salvation really means.

I know, I know, Lent is largely a practice of liturgical denominations.

But!
What if we each took this Lenten season to
personally 
engage with God
asking for more of his presence?

That’s what I did.

Out of quiet desperation to hear from God
more often and more clearly,
I declared my Lenten season would be television free.

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This is BIG, Girlfriend.

I love television.
I spend hours and hours with television.
We’re tight and breaking up with it was not an easy decision.

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Better Than Chocolate for V-Day

V is for

V could stand for many things. 

It could stand for Victory.
The Superbowl winners are still celebrating as they get their rings and bank accounts resized.
Presidential candidates are ramping up for the contest of their lives in November and all the news is about who is victorious in primaries and caucuses.

V could stand for Valentines. 

Florists, jewelers, chocolatiers, and card companies want your man to declare his love
with big bouquets, diamond baubles, and fancy boxes of deliciousness
accompanied by an $8.99 greeting card.

How about making V stand for Validate?

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Goodness, God, What are you up to?

Do you celebrate God’s goodness?
God’s goodness doesn’t look like I wanted thought it would.

Like you, I’ve had several commissionings from God.
He called me to be his own.
Hurrah!
He called me to be a wife.

Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
He called me to be a mom.

Hip Hip Hurrah!
He called me into the workforce.

Hurrah!

Even when faced with obstacles and obstinance,
I embraced those callings with alacrity and joy.

Trust rock

Now… 

I KNOW God has called me to a ministry of writing and speaking.

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Blindsided to See Clearly

I’m guest posting at Katie M. Reid today.
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Have you ever been blindsided by life?
From out of nowhere, you’re hit with bad news and in an instant it all changes.

  • The marriage is over.
  • The child’s addicted.
  • The job ends.
  • The car’s wrecked.
  • The money’s gone.
  • The diagnosis is pronounced.

And all you can wail is WHY?

I get it. It happened to me, too. I expected that since life went pretty well for me as a WILD CHILD, it would continue to go well for me as a CHURCH GIRL.

See, I didn’t reconcile my differences with Jesus until I was in my 30’s so I had plenty of time to test the boundaries of the law, my moral compass and whatever gods there were. As a Club Dancer, then a Playboy Bunny, I was offered everything a girl could want…in exchange for what every boy wants. I had money, cars and adoration.

Every kind of indulgence was available to me.

When the One True God led me out of that life and into one with Him, I naturally assumed that things would only get better. Wouldn’t you?

And, they did. For a while.

Read more at Katie M. Reid’s blog.

When Compassion Turns to Competition

I admit it. I’m a grocery shopping snob expert.

After decades of feeding family and friends, several temporary live-ins, and many welcome (but often) unexpected guests, I can assure you that I am an expert grocery shopper. 

I’ve planned more meals than I can count, written thousands of lists, and taken zillions of trips to the store.  Since I lean more toward OCD utilitarian work than decorative, I never make one of anything I cook.  The pots are bigger, but it’s really not any harder to make two, three, or (dare I tell you), six times the recipe. This insanity method gives me the liberty to compassionately offer hospitality spontaneously and provide emergency meals generously. 

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Like any good WORK, it’s easy to slip into feeling good about the work instead of experiencing the pleasure of
Who It Is I Serve.

It is at the grocery store that my compassion quickly morphed into competition. 

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Are You A Rest Resister?

Everything I read about a balanced life
stresses the importance of rest.

Really?
Rest?
Just the thought of rest stresses me out!

I’m too busy to REST!

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Depending on the season, I have a family to take care of, kids to shuttle, pets to clean up after, a house to run, meals to plan, groceries to buy, food to prepare, laundry to wash, dry, fold, iron and put away.  I have a full time job, meetings to attend, cars to maintain, books to read, a blog to write and a sidewalk to shovel.

I don’t have time to rest!

Sound familiar?

I’m sure it does.
The fact is, that you need to rest as much as you need to breathe.

Truth be told,
REST IS WORK FOR ME!

I come from a long line of over achieving women who made multitasking an art form.
Rest isn’t something that comes naturally to me.
When I think about rest, something inside me seizes up.
Somewhere in my conditioning, I started to equate rest with laziness, weakness, and wasted time.

So untrue.

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Potato Body and New Year’s Resolutions

I attended a wedding recently, and when I saw the pictures of myself on Facebook, I was floored!

Mercy! What has happened to me?

It wasn’t my mother staring back at me, it was my GRANDMA! 
It wasn’t my face that grabbed my attention, but my body shape made me gasp in horror!

My hourglass figure has turned into a potato!

A nice big thick potato.

Ms. Potato Head

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God’s Promises for Life’s Problems

In light of recent terrorist attacks at home and abroad, I wonder if you’re rethinking your concert attendance, your vacation destination, or your trip to the movies.

Even if you’re confident that danger is far off, challenges and crisis happen all the time.
I’m not talking about inconveniences like a car that won’t start or a long line at the post office.

I’m talking about the shocking, heartbreaking, disturbing bombshells.

  • The marriage is over.
  • The job ends.
  • The car’s wrecked.
  • The money’s gone.
  • The diagnoses is pronounced
  • The man of your dreams dies
    …and your life, like mine was, is irrevocably changed or altered in a way you don’t deserve.

Robyn and Almida gravesideWhen it happens to you there are two immediate and visceral reactions.

The first is NO!

You don’t like it, you don’t want it, and you don’t agree with it. 

Just NO!

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