What (so) Ever

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.     Philipians 4:8

It has been said that God’s Word is a poweful weapon. Like many of you, I learned this verse and many others a long time ago. Only in the wee hours of this very morning did it begin to take hold and it’s meaning became much clearer to me. Allow God to help you memorize scripture and it will become the stick of dynamite you need.

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Star Quality

After reading one too many In Touch magazines, I was gently reminded about true star quality. In all honesty, it’s not only the Hollywood starlets who propel me closer to my Heavenly Father but also the ones much closer to home.

Philippians 2:12-16

Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed–not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence–continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose.
Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe as you hold out the word of life–in order that I may boast on the day of Christ that I did not run or labor for nothing.
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Fight Like a Girl

Seems like these days I am getting more and more information from a little exposure here, a little exposure there… either someone else desparately needs my attention (MOM, HELP, the toddler can say it too) or I catch something half way, like the interview I heard on the radio this morning. But, as my husband points out time and time again, when you need to know something it truly is at your fingertips. If you even know just one detail of what you are looking for you will find a plethera at whatever .com, .org., .net your google search pointed to. And this is no exception. So, having heard just a tad of Lisa on the Rick and Bubba radio program this morning I knew she was talking my language and I needed to find out more.

What I discovered is one more book to add to the old reading list, Fight Like A Girl by Lisa Bever (www.messengerintl.org). This is all about the power of being a woman (thus the subtitle). This subject has long fascinated me, mainly because of other studies I’ve done that point out how many Bible characters were women who used their influence. For instance, was Satan smart or what when he decided to get to Eve before he got Adam? He used her to get to him. This has always just been one of those topics that you will see much commentary and just have to form your own opinion. After hearing the interview I realized she sort of had an opinion like my own… it began a million years ago, we girls think we are a problem so we act that way. Of course, Eve didn’t think she was a problem, but once she thought she knew it all our world became the fallen place where we now live, work and play. Here’s the good news: Lisa suggests we are an answer. I think I like that train of thought.

How about it? Are you ready to put on your game face? I am not completely sure what I will come away with after reading (or yes, listening to) this book but I have a feeling it will make total sense to me. Let me know if you pick up a copy yourself or have read it already.

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Permanent Vacation

When I was a little girl I’m not sure that the manicurist business was as “necessary” as it is today. I mean, have you ever seen such elaborate decorations on human hands (or toes?) It’s a major accessory. And really more affordable than ever. About 15 years ago I would say that first set of acrylics was more expensive (and PAINFUL!) than it is today. Yes, I know from personal experience. While away at college I just knew I needed a set of long, clean nails for some upcoming interview… taking a rather large portion of the small stipend I received from home and then several applications of neosporin later I found out what it meant when someone said beauty is not painless (both to your wallet and body). Thank goodness more folks out there got pretty good at making a living this way because I managed to get my guts up again later (much later, like after getting a real job and house later) and do it all over again. A little less money and neosporin that time. And I kept it going. Til I had that precious newborn baby and those lovely nails began to look like claws. Some kind of new mother instinct took over and I got rid of the nails. Or maybe it was the lack of money that came with the new job title… stay at home mom.

Anyway, here’s the deal. Now, if you see my fingernails painted it is because I’ve been on vacation. That’s when I put my hands in water only when I want to and stay the heck away from clorox because nothing kills a manicure faster than housework. And when on vacation I do not do housework. Especially if I am kid-less while vacationing. Last week I managed to be several states away with nothing but a couple of bags, a rental car and my husband. And you guessed it, I got a manicure. But you know, nothing lasts forever. The rental car went back, the luggage came home FULL of dirty clothes and yes, my return was greeted by the same messy house I left just a few days before. Now, the manicure looks a little rougher. In fact, another couple of days and I’m sporting a borderline redneck manicure. You know the one I’m talking about, when you see more natural nail than polish.

I think I am currently under the impression that as long as there is polish on my nails I am still on vacation. Please comment and back me up on this one as my family may begin sticking to the kitchen floor and I will need to explain myself.

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Summer Reading List

It is a well known fact I rarely read anything larger than the size of a Readers’ Digest. And usually it involves far more pictures and advertisments than actual reading material. So, it is with much anticipation that I share with you my summer reading list. Between sibling squabbles (MOM, he is SPITTING at ME) and massive amounts of laundry I plan on finding some quiet moments in time to read the following…

Be a People Person, John Maxwell (I actually JUST finished it!) www.injoy.com
The 21 Most Powerful Minutes in a Leader’s Day, John Maxwell (so I had to pick another one!)
A Wife After God’s Own Heart, Elizabeth George (and study guide) www.elizabethgeorge.com
The Power of a Praying Parent, Stormie O’Martian (I think I have memorized the Power of a Praying Wife so I need to move on!) www.stormieomartian.com
A Heart Like His, Beth Moore (okay, it’s on audio book in my ipod nano, but that counts too, right?) www.lproof.org
Bringing Up Boys, Dr. James Dobson (bought it while I was pg, started to read it and it scared me so now I will try again, 20 something months later!) www.family.org
Ambient Findability, Peter Morville (Mike is telling me if I can stomach the techie stuff in this one I should read it) www.findability.org
Little House in the Big Woods, Laura Ingalls Wilder (yes, a chapter book with Melodi, acutally Mike bought it so I guess we all might be reading it together) www.littlehousebooks.com

How many was that? Am I already kid-crazy in the early days of this hot and humid weather known as summer? Melodi asked me what delirious meant today. Maybe it is already showing… at least I can use it to my advantage right? I’ve finally gone crazy! I’m READING!

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Romans 12:9-21

I have meditated on these verses for sometime now, ran across it again today in my quiet time…yes, it really is all in the Bible, isn’t it?

Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with God’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality. Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be conceited. Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everybody. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord. On the contrary: “If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.

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Can You Dig It?

I was 6 years old the summer of 1978. I broke my left arm that year and soon after that Mom became pregnant with my middle sister. My Dad was in medical school and I began first grade with tall tales of fictional brothers and sisters that I imagined I had… guess things were too quiet at my house.

For some reason there were several appointments to the doctor’s office downtown to check the progress on my arm. We headed down Red Mountain Expressway in the Honda hatchback Civic, I am sure I was in the front seat with no seatbelt, and nearly everytime we drove in that direction a particular song by the group Chicago blared from the radio.

I realized today, 27 summers later, that the same song was blaring out of my radio on the classic hits station in my 21st century SUV. And I was still in the front seat, driving this time, fighting traffic in the opposite direction I used to go to the doctor’s office so many years ago. In fact, I don’t even think anything of significance was even built nearly 30 years where I happened to be today (Costco, in Hoover, the hometown of Taylor Hicks).

With kids in the car and a mortgage I knew I was not 6 years old waiting to get my cast off my arm. But it was nice to think about it, while the familiar song played its way past 8 tracks, cassettes, CDs or ipods and came right out of the blackbox built in the dashboard. Just like it did many summers ago.

Saturday in the Park, Chicago V, 1972

Funny days in the park
Every days the fourth of july…
People reaching, people touching
A real celebration
Waiting for us all
If we want it, really want it
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And I’ve been waiting such a long time
For the day

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Circus, Circus

I’ve always thought I should’ve jumped that circus train
Taking me places
Where you get paid for flying by the seat of your pants
Like those trapeze artists do.
Or by simply being different
It becomes a line on a resume
And someone finds some value in your flaws.
How about courageously facing fear in its face, whether it be a lion, tiger or bear
And it becomes entertainment.
One ring,
Two rings,
Three rings,
Organization amidst the confusion.
Laughter, applause, amazement.
And somehow it all makes sense as you get to do it again and again!
Day after day, night after night, weeks become months, months become years…
A circus performer I might become yet.

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Growing Up Sassy

So, Melodi came into the world knowing how to talk. She very soon learned the art of imaginary friends, to be honest, she couldn’t have been more than two and a half when Sassy came on the scene. In fact, our precocious child named her imaginary cat friend Sassy… Sassy was the one who always seemed to be in trouble. She did lots of things and mysteriously disappeared, leaving only Melodi to answer to Mom or Dad about what might have happened. We have laughed about Sassy for a long time now but she’s still an active member of our household. Now she is held in high esteem as Melodi tells tall “tails” about where Sassy might have been, what she’s been doing, how famous she is becoming. Seems like she’s not the scapegoat she used to be (we have a brother to do that job now) but rather Sassy is living the life all little girls (and big girls) dream about. She is fun and never out of fashion and can do the most amazing things!

We recently had to come to grips with the death of our family cat and somehow Sassy came up in the conversation. We commented on the fact that Sassy is still with us and always would be… I mean, imaginary cats don’t die right? Leave it to the precocious one to point out the obvious, “Well, Mom, you know the older I get the more Sassy does go away.” I wonder if Sassy heard my heart break in her imaginary world.

Tonight Melodi Jayne Shaw proudly danced on the stage in the BJCC Concert Hall. She was at her recital dress rehearsal and decided the best part was being backstage. I’ve cried about alot of big (and little) steps this wonderful child has taken and tonight was no exception. There she was way up there and there I was in that big auditorium wondering where Sassy the cat was. Instead, I saw a young girl who was fun, never out of fashion and doing the most amazing things. It was Sassy dressed like Melodi. Or maybe it was Melodi dressed like Sassy.

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A Psalm of Shelley borrowed from Frances

Written in the 1800′s, this hymn was resounding loud and clear in my mind and spirit when I awoke Saturday morning. I haven’t sung it recently, I haven’t heard it recently and to be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever sung the complete hymn (seems much too long for traditional Baptist church services, first and last stanzas please!) Nevertheless, when verses like this are brought into my mind there is always a bigger reason. Wonder where He plans on taking me with songs like these in my subconcious…

Take My Life and Let It Be
Words and Music by Frances R. Havergal
and Mozart. Public Domain.

 Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.

Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love;
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.
Swift and beautiful for Thee.

Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for my King;
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.
Filled with messages from Thee.

Take my silver and my gold:
Not a mite would I withhold;
Take my intellect, and use
Ev'ry pow'r as Thou shalt choose.
Ev'ry pow'r as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will, and make it Thine,
It shall be no longer mine;
Take my heart, it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne.
It shall be Thy royal throne.

Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself, and I will be,
Ever, only, all for Thee.
Ever, only, all for Thee.
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Life’s A Beach

At this point in my life I have been to the beach as a follower far more times than I have been the leader on the way to the beach. I mean, your parents, youth group, high school band trip, etc. allowed the possibility of going to the beach and you simply… followed. Yes, I had to be responsible, to a degree. But not the amount of taxing responsibility that makes you think, I need a vacation from this vacation. Does anybody know what I’m talking about???

Melodi wavered on happiness most of the time, except the excruciating pain she endured being in the car, telling us how did we survive without a gameboy on trips like these. We told her it was easy, that our parents simply allowed us to run beside the car (ha ha). Canon wavered on kamikaze toddler antitics like locking himself in the bathroom and falling into the pool. We can’t figure out when he actually fell in, considering we were both within 2 inches of him, how did we let that happen? At least he didn’t wind up in the alligator pit at Fudpucker’s. How did I become one of the two people responsible for making sure two other human beings would stay ALIVE and HAPPY at the beach??? Especially when the toddler decided he HATED the beach but was brave enough to fall face first in the pool?

I came home to Birmingham and thanked my parents for the trips they took me on and basically just stood in awe at the fact that we are all still alive and happy. They had three girls to deal with, some trips that number doubled as we brought along friends. Oh my goodness, I can’t even think about being responsible for other people’s kids happiness and well being at the beach. YIKES!

Well, there you have it, yes Life is a Beach. Sometimes it is serene, almost too quiet and other times, well, Hurricane Katrina makes a dent in a childhood memory. I am finding solace in the fact that one day both Melodi and Canon will lead the way to the beach. And Mike and I will retire to the beach. And maybe they will come see us at the beach. The beach will always be there, a rite of passage of some sort. Moving us from followers to leaders… participants to benefactors… children to parents.

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Do you see ten cows?

Ran across this story from Zig Ziglar, it brought several things to my mind:

Long ago in Hawaii, the price for a father to give his daughter as a bride was measured in cows. There was a father who had two daughters – the younger one was beautiful; the older one was plain. A young man came and offered ten cows – an unheard of price – not for the beautiful, younger daughter as one would expect, but for the plain, older daughter. The villagers were in a state of shock – surely this young man was crazy!

As also was the custom, the honeymoon lasted two years (woo hoo, can you imagine?)… at the end of that time, the couple was to return to the village. A lookout saw the couple approaching, ran to the other villagers, and told them that the young man had returned – but he was with a different wife. As the couple drew nearer to the village, the people saw that the lookout was wrong. The wife was really the older daughter – but there was something different about her (no plastic surgery in those days) and the way she carried herself – it was just that she had become a ten-cow wife. She had come to believe that she was worth ten cows because someone else believed that she was worth it.

Surround yourself with people who see the cows. Pretty soon you will be seeing them too.

Even better news is that each of us are worth a lot more than ten cows. We are worth the life of the Son of God, who gave Himself for each one of us. I am so glad He saw so many cows.

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Shelley Costanza

I just sat here and did a search on George Costanza from the Seinfeld show. As usual, the internet simply amazes with the amount of information it contains all about a fictional character. At any rate, I was most interested in episode 86, that is the one episode where George does the opposite of everything his instincts tell him to do. (read the script here… www.seinfeldscripts.com/TheOpposite) Again, I began relating to some television show and started that “introspective” look at my own self.

What has fascinated me about this was I didn’t know it was episode 86. I found that after searching the word “opposite” and the name “George Costanza” in my little google box at the top of this page. The websites that came up just based on my search were really something. The ones that struck home with me were all financial related… I clicked on one site and it was all about investing and went something like this… Like Costanza, Rule Breakers have the courage to do the opposite, and occasionally they profit hugely from the risk… All George had to do was transform himself into “Opposite George”.

Anyway, long story short, I started seeing a common thread here. George was finally all about taking a risk. If you know of his character, that is very anti-George. I mean, even financial analysts have used his character to make a point about money. Amazing! And many of the sites I visited used that Seinfeld episode to demonstrate courage, transfomation and the possibility of success… (unlike most of George’s life)… like the above states, “occasionally they profit hugely from the risk”… watch episode 86 to fully understand how loser George allowed his own weakness to become his very strength. If I’ve lost you, never fear. Maybe I can write a Bible Study based on this sitcom (ha ha). No really, I think me and George have at least one thing in common. If what you are currently doing isn’t working, change it. Take a look at George’s thoughts:

George : Why did it all turn out like this for me? I had so much promise. I was personable, I was bright. Oh, maybe not academically speaking, but … I was perceptive. I always know when someone’s uncomfortable at a party. It became very clear to me sitting out there today, that every decision I’ve ever made, in my entire life, has been wrong. My life is the opposite of everything I want it to be. Every instinct I have, in every of life, be it something to wear, something to eat … It’s all been wrong.

Sister, if you’re reading this and you feel this way, please know God is all about taking a weakness and making it a strength! Transformation, courage and the possibility of success are yours in Jesus name! You just have to start living it, like our buddy George. Okay, it’s an offbeat example, but it makes sense to me. What do you think?

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Here’s That Recipe (it didn’t taste this healthy!)

Chicken Lasagna Florentine (slow cooker recipe)

2 cans cream of chicken soup (reduced sodium), 1 10oz. package of frozen chopped spinach (thawed, drained and squeezed dry), 1 9oz. package Tyson frozen diced cooked chicken, 1 8oz. carton of reduced fat sour cream, 1 cup of 1% milk, 1/2 cup grated parm. cheese, 1/3 cup chopped onion, 1/2 teaspoon salt, 1/4 teaspoon pepper, 1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg, 9 uncooked lasagna noodles, cooking spray, 1 cup shredded part-skim mozarella cheese

Combine first ten ingredients in large bowl, stir well. Place 3 uncooked noodles in bottom of 5 qt. slow cooker coated with cooking spray, breaking noodles in half to fit inside. Spread one third of the spinach mixture over noodles, sprinkle with 1/3 cup of the mozarella. Layer 3 more noodles, half of the remaining spinach mixture, and 1/3 cup of the mozarella. Top with remaining noodles and spinach mixture, sprinkle with remaining mozarella. Cover with lid, cook on high setting 1 hour. Reduce to low and cook 5 more hours or until pasta is done. 8 servings, serving size about one cup = 339 calories, 24 grams protein, 12.5 grams fat, 31 grams carb… maybe use the whole wheat noodles for less carbs/better carbs? Enjoy!

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The Dog Whisperer

Have you had a chance to catch this show on cable? It’s like a supernanny for dogs or something. This guy comes in and resolves the issues between dogs and their owners. It has been one of those shows I actually sit down and watch! And I think I am learning something!

For example, the last episode I was able to catch had to do a with a beagle who was going nuts in his own backyard sniffing and whining. Well, we are reminded by the Dog Whisperer that beagles were bred to sniff things out and this behavior is natural. But when he becomes obsessed with it his owners don’t know what to do, it’s like he needs doggie prozac or something. I started relating to this dog and continued watching.

Well, the Dog Whisperer tells the family he needs more to do. He has this natural instinct that is taking over b/c he’s got a lot of energy and they need to get him busy. He suggests walking the dog with a backpack of weight on the dog’s back. This way he is challenged plus the added weight may help him think he is really doing something more than a simple walk. There were other suggestions but you get the idea. The dog needed some diversion, a healthier way to express himself and use up his energry thru the day.

Now, this dog had a backyard to die for, a lovely pool, etc. He would swim and enjoy his family but he was obviously in a season of his life where he still needed more of a healthy challenge. He’ll get older and settle down but right now they needed to identify what else he was lacking, since his natural breeding was becoming obsessive.

So, I began thinking about my own life. How crazy is that? But I already mentioned I was relating to this dog. I am in my own backyard, with all the amenities, but I still need more because of the way I was created. That is, if we look at this from a Christian perspective wouldn’t you agree there is a need in our life that only God can fill? We look lots of places for it, obsessing over stuff that just isn’t filling the void. When we are able to acknowledge he made us to know him we can invest ourselves in giving, serving, reading and studying. And somehow we might just not need doggie prozac. At least that is my conclusion.

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Two Birthdays, One Anniversary and A Funeral

By 7pm tonight all I really wanted to do was stare at one blank spot on a big white wall. Alone. In the quiet of nothingness. Maybe this computer screen counts? Don’t I wish!

In the past four weeks we’ve celebrated an anniversary (11 years) and two birthdays. One of which involved a spend the night party and lots of planning (no, it wasn’t Mike’s). And of course Easter. I mean, I’ve bought and eaten my way thru the last four weekends like it was going out of style. Then to add to the celebrations we also had a major downer. Our twelve year old cat died. We just knew we were missing her the past couple of days and didn’t discover it til this morning. She was known as Jackie the Cat and you can actually see and learn more about her over at www.mikeshaw.net.

It’s amazing how quickly I went from present to past tense. And since we really don’t know what happened I’m sort of stuck in that feeling us mothers get… like, I should’ve been there. What could I have done? What did I not do? She was a gift to me from Mike around the time I graduated from Auburn. Which of course made her our first “child” to a degree. Honestly though, when the real Shaw children showed up on the scene both my cats took a major back seat. I mean, they want to be in your lap, and I become enormous when pregnant and I just can’t handle another being wanting to be in my pregnant space. Then, when the babies get here and you nurse… well, you know how that goes, I didn’t want much of anything even touching me for a long time! So, here I go, realizing the separation that developed over the course of the last seven years is something I can’t recoup now.

After Mike had the heartbreaking duty of burying her we talked about it on and off all day and I imagine we will for a while. A part of our youth went away today. And all I wanted was a few minutes to grieve about it. That has truly been the hardest part. To remain on task in the present but wanting to remember the past and not fall apart about it… Where is that blank wall??? (oh, we all know the answer to that one, the bathroom, right girls?)

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In the Light of Things

From the sixth hour until the ninth hour darkness came over all the land. matthew 27:45
I don’t know that I can really understand the kind of darkness my Heavenly Father demonstrated upon this earth as his Son became my ugly sin. Fortunately, because I am a born again Christian I don’t have to relive this dark moment in history that Jesus took on himself. Instead, I look forward into the book of John, chapter twelve, where Jesus himself states,

I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness…v.46

As many of my thoughts turn somber on a day like today, I am so grateful to celebrate the upcoming Resurrection Sunday exactly where Jesus directs me to be… in His light.

I wanna be in the Light
As You are in the Light
I wanna shine like the stars in the heavens
Oh, Lord be my Light and be my salvation
Cause all I want is to be in the Light
All I want is to be in the Light

taken from dctalk’s song, “In the Light”

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Right Time, Wrong Panera Bread

I knew after posting my comments last night on early morning time with God that this Tuesday would set itself apart from the rest, meaning, if I did manage to get up early just really how would that affect my day?

I woke up to the sound of breaking glass in my kitchen… there, RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE COFFEE POT, was my cat running from a drinking glass which was shattered into a million pieces. I thought, oh please… could I at least make coffee without having to dance around shards of glass in the wee morning hours of this day? So, half asleep, mind you, I sweep, inhaling the grounds from yesterday’s coffee (still left in the coffee pot), hoping that it will wake me up. To be honest, by the time I got it together the baby was waking up so maybe 5 minutes of quiet time??? Does anybody know what I’m talking about???!!!

Later that day, I was meeting folks for lunch. I showed up at the right time. At the wrong location. But you know, one other person met me there and the other two were in another zip code. So, we went ahead and ate, making the appropriate celphone calls to figure out who was where. Oops. On to the rest of this Tuesday.

Canon never felt like sleeping, in fact after throwing all his food and refusing to get out of his highchair I knew we were in for fun. At some point he took off his diaper. I will spare you the details but we had a trail poop throughout the house today. It finally occured to me, I’ve been at the wrong Panera Bread for way too long! I know my house is really NOT this dirty, I know I have my act together, the bills have been paid and I have some great recipe to cook for supper tonight. NOT! My Panera Bread experience today somehow parallels my life. Being at the wrong place at the right time. Sometimes this is where we do the most growing, the most relating, where we look at our given circumstances and wonder how we got there. It is at these times I am often reminded that before I even even started my day the Lord directed every step of the way. Something to think about.

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Afternoon Showers

As a married woman and a mother of two young children it occurred to me today that the series of events that brought me to this present life were afternoon showers. Maybe a dozen? Between wedding and baby showers I must have had that many. Gracious giving and lots of eating were contributing factors that brought me to my now thirty something state. I thought of this in the shower. In the afternoon. Not at 6am, 7am or even 8am… I was finally getting a shower at 4pm (which no one told me at the baby showers would really become the case for mothers of young children) and it became clear this was a very different shower than what you usually think of as an afternoon shower. Rush in, turn the water up really loud so you can’t hear the baby cry, lock the door so your first grader can’t burst in… did I wash my hair? When was the last time I washed my hair? Finally, a few short minutes later you open the shower quietly and listen… no crying, no telephone (I think I took it off the hook?)… maybe it’s just the fog from my steaming hot moment of silence still covering up the sounds of chaos. Slowly unlock the door and listen again… it’s still quiet. Not at all like the wedding and baby showers with friends and family gave advice and shared stories. No, this afternoon shower became an escape pod for an overly tired Mom who spent the afternoon outside sweating at the park, attempting to exhaust two children.

Oversleeping got me here today and maybe that’s just as well because I realize now more than ever how very important it is to be up before EVERYONE else and have some time with the Lord. I need to have some time by myself in the Word before the needs of my home must be met. He heard my prayers today and gave me something profound to sit and think about. As I got out of the shower, hurrying to type before these thoughts before they left me, (it’s like an Olympic event just to sit at a keyboard at 5pm in the afternoon,) I decided that this afternoon shower was as important as the ones where you eat petit fors and open gifts. Let me explain.

King David in the Old Testament explains that giving his early and best time to the Lord is the equivalent of a soldier’s preparation before going into battle… he expects that same dedication of me as a wife and mother. How fortunate I am to recognize this and be able to share it with you, Dear Sister! Let’s put on that whole armor of God (you know we need it!) and give him our early and best time. Let me hear from you and tell me how you’re doing on this…

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A Second Chance For the Millionth Time

Sisters from Bible Study, this one is for you! You were there today, you know where I’m going with this, of what I am going to remind you. We left there today knowing we had been to a bonafide Baptist pep rally and I don’t know about you but no less than one hour later I was gritting my teeth so badly I just knew I had broken one. Isn’t motherhood wonderful?

We are equipped; however, sometimes that equipment gets a little faulty don’t you think? The real world starts to happen and all of sudden remembering that sign language is not so easy anymore. In fact, some of the sign language I can remember during these times of is not the kind I want my kids to see. So how do we handle it? Let’s start by making the time, like we so diligently did the past 10 weeks, to be in the Word. You’ve got a great start, you have stayed the course, now let’s head out on that limb! I know that’s where I’m headed…

For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so that we can do the good things he planned for us long ago. Ephesians 2:10

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What’s Been On My Mind

It’s amazing but it’s true
A little less me, a little more you
Trying to walk in step
In tandem
It’s getting harder
May just need to give in to this
And realize what I’ve known all along
A little less me is where I belong

Hearing from you Lord Jesus
I’ve made it a game
When your Spirit speaks
I begin to hear
And You silence my very name
To nothing
Realizing I want to be fearless
Doing it all on my own
He tempers me back down
To where I belong

Didn’t mean to write a song
It just came out that way
Seeing ones you love
Feeling forgotten
Isn’t the kind of thing we want to sing
About anyway
Reaching in, reaching out
Trusting that you Heavenly Father
Will place me where I belong

copyright shelley shaw 2006

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