Purple...my favorite color, the only thing that I've carried with me from childhood to adulthood. I can't tell you what my favorite food is, what kind of music I like (hiphop like my daughters, country like my son, british soul like hubby), I'm not sure what my style is, but I love purple. I love the freedom it gives me to express who I am, and the individuality it signifies. So here I am speaking in purple.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Living The Life
I have generally considered myself to be the antonym of organization, although going back to work full time has inspired me to improve. Nothing inspires change quite like absolute necessity. But I have a problem, when the rest of life gets busy, hectic, frankly insane, I slowly shed all the other parts of life that probably still need to be priorities like prayer, scripture, being nice, smiling.... you know little things, choosing instead to completely embrace a robotic existence of shower, coffee, kids, work, dinner, clean, sleep, rinse repeat. This has not proven to be the most positive of changes. I'm getting more done, however, I'm a bitch.
I had literally just sat down to check some emails and scream this post into existence. (Anyone who reads my blog knows that sometimes its where I just air it all out!) When an email from my sister-in-law caught my eye. She forwarded me the post from a man whose sister has an autistic son. It was a beautifully written reminder that life and servanthood are a gift from God, and that the things we do for others and how we handle life, stress and obstacles teaches everyone around us something (I did mention something about being a bitch right?) I constantly tell my kids to have a happy heart, why in the world would they? I don't. I am teaching them to survive life, not live it.
I have faced harder things than my current state of busyness and exaustion, and I did it with much more grace and faith. God is telling me to get a grip and smile. To leave the dishes and hug my kids and to remember that my life is a lesson to those around me but I have to choose what they are being taught.
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5 comments:
Preach it girlfriend! I need a little smile on my life too
tee hee....
You seem to be crossing some internal line from "it's killing me" to "it's making me stronger."
I'm liking this template, btw.
It might still be killing me : )
So . . . did you Google the word BITCH to find that cool pic?!?!
ha!
Glad you liked the email! :)
I think that is why I become reclusive... that is the only way to contain the attitude that is known as Jasmine....
good post.
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