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My Behind The Scenes

November 29, 2015 by Michelle Filed Under: Being a Mom, Life Leave a Comment

It’s funny how in this age of beautiful Instagram feeds that can make you feel like less than you are {it better not just be me in this statement} with perfectly perfect homes and families and what-not, I come along and show you what’s really real.

And I know that there are others like me, who aren’t afraid to show you the real, true Hollywood stories of real life with two littles….The pictures that were just two seconds before that ONE good one that made it to my Insta-feed.  The drama that ensued just moments after that really sweet sibling photo that showed up on my Facebook wall….

REAL life is not all perfectly staged place-settings and floral arrangements, dogs and kids perfectly perched on the arms of beautifully adorned couches and love seats with tchotchkes galore gleaming in the background on freshly painted bookshelves.  Nope, that’s not our real life…and I’ve often wondered what it’s like in those people’s lives…the behind the scenes.

Here’s a little bit of my behind the scenes, just from today.

First, know that I ADORE our two children.  But the Good, Sweet, Baby Jesus Lord knows all that went down today out at the Christmas tree farm, to get the couple of good photos we’ll use for our Christmas card.

 

This is where Reynolds basically said “I donwannatakeaPICTURE!” and then pouted.20151129_105015

And then this is where he took Eliza Jane’s ornament and walked off…And tested our patience, grace and anything holy…as parents.  My shadow of disappointment is there at the bottom…20151129_105209

This is where I realized Eliza Jane had been bitten by an ant on the top of her left foot {if you look closely, you can see it’s starting to turn red…}.  That was fun.  I had one of those “mom moments” of panic wondering if she’d ever been bitten before.  What kind of ant was it?  Was her foot going to blow up {not literally}?  Was she allergic?  Would she stop breathing?  We were in the middle of no-where USA, how quickly could we get to an emergency room?!  Yeah, that was fun.20151129_105627

Reynolds decided to join back in on the family “fun”….20151129_105901

If I put on my sunglasses, that makes me invisible….20151129_110003 20151129_110118

This pretty much summed up the time out at the Christmas tree farm today…but, THANKFULLY, we have a couple of really good ones {one, maybe two} that are worthy enough for a Christmas card! 🙂20151129_110603

 

 

Then, there was the magical time of decorating the Christmas tree this evening.  The tree is my thing.  It’s my happy place in getting our home ready for Christmas and all that it is and represents in my heart and soul.  This afternoon while the kids were napping, I was going to put the whole thing together and Andrew stopped me and said, “You don’t want to let the kids help you decorate.”

Er…um…”No?”  Is that the wrong answer?  I know our kids.  And either it would go really well, or it would be a complete disaster and the thing that I love most about the decorating madness is my tree and I didn’t want to be disappointed…

I saved all the non-breakable ornaments for them to put on the tree.  And with daddy cooking up an {amazing!} supper in the kitchen for us, Michael Bublé’s Christmas music playing on the radio, I took the wild banshees into the living room to finish the Christmas tree.

ALL that Eliza Jane wanted to do was rip off the zebra ornament…that’s it.20151129_183744

And once she ripped it off, she would go hide in the corner…  All the while, her wonderful big brother, who was having a spectacular time, kept right on putting the ornaments on the tree.  Singing “Jingle Bells” and saying, “Momma! We decorating!!”20151129_184118

 

None of it was so awful.  We did laugh and there was a lot of fun.  I got some good photos and we made some memories.

And, it made me realize once again that I am certainly learning about all of my flaws as a parent and realizing that I do NOT have my shiz-nit together and that without the reason for this season, Jesus, I am a failure all day long.  He gives grace to the humble {James 4:6}, and my kids sure do keep me humble.  I pray for ample grace.  When one child refuses to cooperate.  When the other does the opposite of what you request.  When it seems that the day and everything in it seems to be going to H-e-doublehockeysticks in an hand-basket, I pray.

And I know that He hears.  Because most of the time, once the screaming and crying is over, the kindness and love of a child’s heart almost instantly reappears.  And even with giant crocodile-sized tears freshly on his face, he says he’s sorry and that he loves me.

In the moment, it can make you crazy, but those behind the scenes photos remind us that we are so incredibly far from perfect, all of us.  And then one day we will certainly laugh about those photos, and some will even re-enact them 🙂

God IS….LOVE

August 5, 2015 by Michelle Filed Under: Life Leave a Comment

My heart has been a little heavy today.  My fuse has been short…and it’s weighing on me.

I’ve decided to camp out in 1 Corinthians 13…the “love chapter”.

I’ve recently discovered a song on Reynolds’ new “learn about Jesus” cd: Love will never end.  It’s based on 1 Corinthians 13 {from what I can tell at least…}.  And it is so. good.  I could listen to it very often.

So today when I sent Andrew a text apologizing for being such a jerk…blah…I thought on this song, these verses, this good word.

Then I was reminded of a sweet wedding we attended this summer for a friend at Church.  I don’t think she’ll mind me sharing this part of her wedding ceremony…

Our pastor read the passage from 1 Corinthians 13, starting at verse 4, but instead of “Love”, he used “God”.  And I feel like it’s a really good reminder {especially for me} that even in our failings  to show love and grace and kindness…HE always does.

Here are the verses as they were read in that wedding ceremony: God is patient, God is kind.  God does not envy or boast; God is not arrogant or rude.  God does not insist on His own way; He is not irritable or resentful.  God does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices at the truth.  God bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, {He} endures all things.

I am thankful that HE is all of these things, even when I am the scum of the earth…or at least feel like it.She turned to the sunlight And shook her

He is love.  He is grace.  He is kindness and He is joy.

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.  Amen.

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