strong willed city!

Note from Erin: My friend Courtney is sharing her heart with you today. I have talked about Courtney before, but here’s a little bit of background. She is the super talented creator behind Lil Light o’ Mine ABC scripture cards, which are just one of my absolute favorite things for kids and families. She also writes a beautiful blog for moms and I encourage all of you to check in with her daily because she has some real wisdom to share. She has a heart for the Lord and for raising families in the word. 

So, in my house. It’s a battle of some strong wills. We have three girls with serious personality and a gracious dad who just holds us altogether somehow.

Some days, it’s Larson’s world and we’re all living in it.

Some days, it’s Ella’s world and we’re living in it.

(Not sure where these poses are coming from – that’s another post.)

Some days, it is DEFINITELY mom’s world and you better live in it or else…

Very few days, it’s poor daddy’s world… like Father’s Day and his birthday.

And, the sooner everyone figures out the game plan or whose will is stronger on that day – the smoother we are operating. It is funny to me that I am writing this for public viewing and admitting it.

In my head and my heart, I know that the easiest way would be to surrender control and the reigns to God. I have these same battles with Him. I believe I’m more capable of the timeline and the plan and the tiny details of our lives. Then, something will happen that lets me know LOUD & CLEAR that nope, in fact, it’s God world and we are living in it.

A huge storm, a death, my plan destroyed, an unexpected blessing, a better plan exposed and it stops my breath for a minute. It shows me over and over again that TRUSTING in something bigger than myself is the only way to go. Why would I ever want to miss what God has planned for those that love Him?

I can see this truth pan out as I try to parent these little wild women. I know what’s best for them. And, there are days they just need to trust me and I will lead them. There are days I am just being headstrong and I just need to let them choose.

Recently, I believed they were going to be the world’s most elite dancers in America because I LOVED dancing and I didn’t get to be a Rockette. That’s great parenting, right? I was ready to sign them up for Fall dance lessons.

So, naturally they want to be gymnasts.

So, who wins this life-threatening decision for a 5-year-old and 3-year-old this Fall? They do.

I want the recitals, the studio, the costumes and the moments. Those little boogers want to be Gabby and Aly and flip and twirl and swing and jump. They are passionate and begging. So, we marched up to that gym and signed them up for their one activity for Fall. Gymnastics!

This won’t be the last time we wrestle through their will, my will and His will. This time, the stakes weren’t very high. Sometimes, the stakes will be very high.

It’s “Strong Willed City” at our house!

What about yours?

(Related link: Helpful sermon I’ve heard on the will of God [personal will vs moral will] by Andy Stanley and Jeff Henderson with North Point Ministries. http://www.northpoint.org/messages/game-plan

when our first baby grew up right before our eyes

*My blog friend, Kendall, just had her second baby girl last week, and she asked me to write a guest post for her blog while she’s enjoying her sweet newborn time. I “met” Kendall when she left a comment on my blog and then a little while later I blogged about Tracy Turpen’s wedding photography contest. Kendall entered the contest and won! Tracy captured Kendall’s beautiful family so perfectly on Kendall’s wedding day. Kendall’s story is one of faith and complete trust in God. After Kendall won the contest, she and I bonded over our love and appreciation for Tracy Turpen. And now we both miss Tracy and her talent terribly.

I am so excited for my friend, Kendall, and her new arrival. When Kendall asked me to guest blog for her this week, my heart went right back to the weeks before we welcomed our second baby boy.

My mind was full of worry. My heart was already completely full of love for Hudson, our first. I already loved our unborn baby so much. I couldn’t even imagine how much my heart could grow to accommodate all of that love once he arrived.

And the day that Hayes was born was so completely bittersweet. There isn’t a better word for it. We heard his sweet cry for the first time and it was instant. He was ours and we loved him completely right then. I couldn’t wait to hold him and kiss his head and be able to see Todd holding him for the first time.

When it was time for Hudson to come meet his baby brother for the first time, I felt some huge nerves. I had this overwhelming fear that Hudson would look different to me. And he did! For two years he was our tiny baby, and then all of a sudden he was our big boy. He was four times the size of his baby brother and he grew up right before my eyes in that moment.

…You can head on over to Kendall’s blog, Pearls to Pampers, to read the rest of my guest post for her!

straight from my heart

*This is one of those posts where I’m about to ramble. And I really do hope you’ll stick around and read the whole thing, but if you don’t, I understand.

I’m going to ramble and I’m going to humble myself enough to admit some major flaws.

Have you ever read something that put a lump in your throat and a knot in your stomach? Did it cause your brain to spin and leave you stopping and jotting down your thoughts throughout the rest of the day? Or the rest of the week? Or month?

Have you ever read something that really opened your eyes and helped you see things so much more clearly?

I just finished reading Jessi Connolly’s eBook, “Be Quiet And Say Something.” And girls, (guys?) you need to read this eBook.

I’ve been blogging for nearly five years. The first couple of years I was just kind of wading through. I’d update a couple of times a month and I don’t think my own parents even cared to read it. I thought it would be fun to update on life and occasionally “journal” about what it was like to be an engaged girl.

In those early days I wasn’t on Twitter. I don’t even think Twitter existed. Did it? I don’t know. I only read a handful of blogs and they were all written by women who were in very similar life stages. It was so much fun developing and growing such a great little community of newlyweds.

My blog grew, my readership grew, I got a new blog design, I had a baby, I started staying at home. And I realized how much I would come to rely on that community. I trust these women (you). They are my friends. We’re all going through life together and we’re spread out all over the country.

So all of a sudden there are people that are reading and coming back every day to see what I have to say. And the idea that I had any kind of opportunity or even responsibility was lost on me.

Eventually there were people who wanted to advertise their small businesses on my blog. So I wanted to help them do that because it seemed to be mutually beneficial for both of us.

Then in the summer of 2011, I decided to place BlogHer ads on my blog and start writing sponsored content for BlogHer. I love to write. I only accept sponsored posts from products and companies that I actually pay good money for. And I know that this content isn’t what everyone wants to read.

I promise this post isn’t about how my blog grew or how “cluttered” my blog has gotten with sponsored content. But I’m getting there. I promise, there’s a point!

It has been my goal through all of this growing and changing to make sure that my true voice is still very present on my blog despite the sponsored posts, which are written by me in my true voice, by the way. But I can see how it can alienate people.

I’ve been praying about the direction of my blog for a while now. After many months of wondering how to slow down this fast cycle where it feels like my blog is spinning to a place that is beyond my control, I found “Be Quiet & Say Something.”

In the eBook, Jessi talks about how we all have influence. As a mother, a wife, a blogger, a church member, a friend, a sister, a daughter, a volunteer… we all have influence over the people in our lives. We have a story to tell. And it is so important to me to be glorifying Jesus in my story. It’s important to me to use that influence for Him.

And in reading that, I realized that all of this “extra” stuff I’ve had the opportunity to do has very good intentions. My heart was absolutely in the right place. And while I do very openly talk about my faith, I was missing a huge opportunity to make much of Jesus. I was just making much of Erin. And then this is when I felt like I would cry and not stop again for a few days.

So why do I blog? As an introvert, blogging is great for me. I could never stand up and talk to all of you about the things I blog about. I’d much prefer to sit in a room in my pajamas with 3-4 of you and just chat. But I can do this. I can write.

And I write to connect with all of you. I blog to share my story. And my story happens to be full of God’s grace and mercy. And you know what is so great? There are so many of you who share your story with me every day, too. If you blog you tell your story on your own blog. If you don’t blog, you leave comments or leave tweets and share it with me there. You email me to encourage me or challenge me. You minister to me.

There are days when my story sounds lame. It’s often boring and there’s no big punch line. But it’s just as much God’s story as it is mine. So any insecurity or expectation from me just need to be gone.

My boat was rocked when I read Jessi’s eBook. Just about a month ago I was feeling like Blue-Eyed Bride was getting away from me. It was becoming a place where I felt like a slave to so many other people and so little of it was fun. I was getting to write, but there are only so many hours in the day. I was losing time with my family and spending too much time responding to emails.

I want to write my stories. I want to talk to you about my heart and what I’m learning.

There will be some changes around here. That doesn’t mean that there won’t ever be sponsored posts. Because the truth is, as a stay-at-home mom, these little projects help our family, and I am thankful for those opportunities.

But I’m done with feeling obligated and I’m tired of the rat race. Because we all have influence and we all have a story. And we should all be able to tell it truthfully and without fear that it’s not good enough just as it is.

I’m working to regain the place that’s for me, where my voice can be heard. It’s a place where I’m not shouting at you about a whole bunch of nothing, but taking the opportunity to quietly show you my heart, my home, and Jesus.

via Be Quiet & Say Something

raising a sensitive son

I’ve talked so many times about being a boy mom. So much of it has just come naturally to me, but there are other things that don’t.

I know things about girls that I don’t really know about boys. I know that if I had a daughter, I could help prepare her for the world of mean girls. I could try to help her not to become consumed with body image.

But with boys, I know that there will be many times later in my boys’ lives that I hear, “Mom, you just don’t understand.” Because, it’s true. I don’t. I won’t. But I will try.

Hudson can be very sensitive. And I do love his sweet little tender heart. I’ve observed him in a room with other kids many times. And I notice the way he clams up when someone takes his place in line. Or when someone snatches a toy from him. Or if another child argues with him or tells him no.

He gets embarrassed. He ducks his head. He looks like he’s going to cry. He doesn’t fight back.

And as his mother, I want to run scoop him up and snatch that toy right back and give it to him. Which just isn’t the right thing to do, either.

But he’s sensitive. He just is. And I know that this will change and he will be less sensitive as he gets older, but I don’t think it will completely go away.

There are times when I want to say to Hudson, “Go back to your friend and take your toy right back!” I want to teach him to toughen up, so he isn’t the one always getting his feelings hurt.

I don’t want him to be teased for being sensitive, but I want him to feel the freedom to be himself. I want him to stand up for himself and not be pushed around when he gets older and kids take on more serious issues and the teasing becomes more relentless.

And mostly I want to teach Hudson what it means to be Christ-like. I pray every single day that he will make a decision to follow Jesus and want a heart like His.

These are the parts of parenthood that I love and the parts that terrify me. I love that Hudson’s little personality becomes more and more obvious through his actions every day. We learn a little bit more about who he is and who he’s going to be. He’s hilarious. He’s smart. He’s quick and he’s sweet. Hudson can be territorial, but he really just wants to have a very good time. He loves to laugh and he is just so kind-hearted and caring.

I love that he is always looking out for his friends. And one of our prayers is that the Lord will put others in his life who are like him. Who complement him and life him up. And I pray that as his family, that we will help him grow and he’ll always know that his parents and brother are on his team, no matter what.

And his little tender heart may turn him into everyone’s best friend and it may cause his little heart to be broken a few times along the way. I don’t know. But I can only pray that we do our very best to show him the Way to confidence.

 

 

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