Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
I just wanted to let you know, that I'm in the middle of getting my house in order (My house, house...not me personally). You see, I'm not the best house wife out there. Truthfully, I prefer to research, read and write than do dishes. But, I've got some people coming over for a Cinco de Mayo Party this Thursday and I thought I would begin to de-clutter and clean early. I began the daunting task yesterday, I figured 4 days would give me enough time to make my house look like Martha's. I was greatly mistaken...it's going to take me much longer.
I made an error, yes that's right, a flub, a boo boo, a miscalulation, in my excitement to clean the house.
As I dusted the shelves above the piano, I found three pictures that had been missing since the renovations of my bathroom downstairs. I had been on my husbands case for years to have this room done, and six months ago we finally had saved up enough money for a new sink, fresh paint and floor tiles. YES! This was the worst room in the house and I was so looking forward to a nice new bathroom. I was so excited!
Rene did an amazing job. It looked beautiful. He has such a talent with these kinds of things, that's why he started up a little part-time business called Brother Odd. Odd jobs are his specialty. I've also on occasion called him McGyver. He can fix anything with a paperclip and duct tape (emergency fix of course...he wouldn't leave it that way).
"That's where you went." I spoke to the three wayward prints, then I found a hammer, three nails and headed to my beautifully renovated bathroom.
"They'll look good right about there." I held up each photo and measured the spot on the wall. I pressed the nail with a little force to etch a mark where each sailboat portrait would hang. I dreamt of putting 3 blue Ikea CYLINDER vases along the top of the toilet with tea lights in them, just to add a little 'Martha' touch.
"And that's a good thing." she would say.
Two pictures went up with no problems, the third nail was stuck. It wouldn't go in.
"Maybe I hit the beam?" I thought to myself and jiggled the nail and pulled it out slowly.
"OOOOOPPPPSSS!" Water squirted out of the pin hole I had made. Lots of water. It gushed out and wet my shoulder.
"OH NO! OH NO! OH NO!" I stuck my finger over the hole and screamed. It's kind of ironic. The story of the dutch boy who put his finger in the dyke, came to my mind. Here I was a 40+ year old woman living out one of the childhood stories I heard so long ago. If I recall correctly, I visited the site when I was about my daughter's age.
"RENE!" I yelled out the bathroom door and grabbed the towel and held it up against the wall.
"RENE! OH NO!" I felt like an idiot. My poor bathroom. All that hard work.
"RENE!" I cried once more and there he came.
Rene had to punch a hole about 1 foot across and 1 1/2 feet down, in my newly renovated bathroom. He let the pipe dry and then he soldered the pin prick shut.
"WOW!" he said when the task was completed. "Suddenly I feel wide awake and pumped!" He smiled and kissed me passionately. In that moment, I realized, it was a very important thing for a man to rescue his woman and fix the mess she has somehow found herself in. It feels good to be needed and to help... feels even better when you've done a good job.
Maybe I should make a mess more often?
I don't mind if you don't mind. Just don't touch the insulation...it's itchy.
So much for re-decorating... Doesn't matter anyways, I'm not Martha.
Think I'll go pick up a book.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Did You Know?
In Serbia, to celebrate their Mom's, they sneak into the parent's bedrooms and tie the Mom's up. Yes, that's right, Serbian children tie up their Mom's! When the Mom wakes up, they must give their children gifts and treats to be set free. LOL!
How do you celebrate Mother's day?
For the last few weeks, I have been wondering what I could do to show my Mother how much I appreciate and love her. You see, I did something that upset her and although it was not my intention, I hurt her feelings. I am sorry Mom.
Hurting the ones we love is easy to do when we mis-communicate. Mis-communication runs rampant in this fallen world. Some have even mis-communicated God's word, and have made many woman feel to be lesser humans. Perhaps, you have been made to feel the weaker gender, second fiddle, helper, maid or slave?
God says it wasn't good for Man to be alone, there may be some Men out there that feel differently about this, but God made woman in His image too.
"So God created human beings in His image. In the image of God He created them. He created them male and female." Genesis 1: 27
But then He said, "It is not good for Man to be alone. I will make a helper who is right for him." Genesis 2:18
To be truthful with you, I have felt a little irritated and rebellious at this role of "helper".
"I didn't apply for it! I've worked 10 hour days downtown and commuted 3 hours, only to come home to dishes in the sink and laundry piled up. Just waiting for me, because no one else can do it?
"I'm not the help." I would cry myself to sleep sometimes. "Surely, there's more to life than this?"
The many hats a woman must wear in one day's time is overwhelming, and at times, I have just wanted to give up.
Ladies, this word is going to change how you look at yourself from now on. I know it will, because last week as the 'Deeds for Needs' ladies gathered together to finish off chapter nine of the Captivating series by John and Staci Eldredge, something shifted inside of me. This word, made me see just how much God loves me and how I have a irreplaceable role to play in this life's drama (sometimes it's more of a comedy, but that's for another post).
When God creates Eve, He calls her Ezer Kenegdo in the original Hebrew language of the Old Testament. The word Ezer is used only twenty other places in the entire Old Testament. And in every other instance, the person being described is God himself, when you need him to come through for you desperately.
Ezer means strength or power and Kenegdo means alongside or opposite to, a counterpart.
"A better translation therefore of ezer would be life-saver." Stasi Eldredge from 'Captivating'.
We are a life-saving helper, who is indispensable and irreplaceable, walking alonside Man. WOW! Now, think about that for a little bit, let it sink in. It's hard to believe, I know, because it's goes against everything the world has told us about ourselves. We are not the weaker sex, we are a strength, a power that walks beside man. We have an important part to play. We are irreplaceable. We are made in God's image.
"From the first words of Genesis until the glorious conclusion at the end of the Revelation of John, what flows from every page of scripture is one grand prayer adventure. It is a love story about a God who chooses relationship rather than blind obedience, who allowed his only Son to be tortured and killed so that you and I could be washed clean of the sin that separates us from Him. God does not torture his beloved people. He calls to them." Sheila Walsh from 'Get off your knees and pray'.
If God does not torture us, why do we allow ourselves to be tortured? We allow other's to hurt us by words or deeds and we allow us to hurt us by our actions or inaction's, then we torture ourselves a little bit more with guilt, shame or anger.
Mother's....Do you hear what God is calling you to be? He is calling you to be life-savers! It's a tough job, but you have help.
"I look up to the hills,
but where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.
He will not let you be defeated.
He who guards you never sleeps..." Psalm 121:1-3
"One thing I know now: It's a privilege to at least try to save each other. It's also a full-time job!" Allan Gurganus from 'Fourteen feet of water in my house'.
On a last note...
I've noticed, over the years, most of the time it's me that ties myself up...self-doubt, not good enough, worry, comparing myself to other's, seeking approval and many other minute irritations of life. These things make me stumble and the only way to break free is to give. Give freely with all my heart.
The Son's light feels good,
His warmth sinking deep,
Into my cold frosty soul.
Winter's ice melts away,
Leaving a blazing trail of joy.
The birds songs seem louder
The grass seems greener,
The sky seems bluer
I am alive!
May you find yourself broken free from what binds you this Mother's day.
May you soar.
PS: Keep all ropes and duct tape safely hidden from little fingers!
I love you