restored

I did it.

I got the homeschool room in order!

It'll be awesome...till we start school again. 😩

I discovered something interesting about creating a clean room. An organized and straightened up room attracts people. As soon as I was putting the finishing touches of organization in the homeschool room, my two kiddos and their friend were in there checking everything out, making themselves comfortable, playing with a few items left on top of a bookshelf. A little later, I got to work filling out my super large calendar while l was sprawled out on the clean floor. My husband joined me and we chatted in the little room about this and that. And I am still sprawled out on the floor as I wrote this.

A clean space brings sanity back to my life. 

There are many areas of my world that seem to run chaotically. (I'm not sure that sentence is grammatically correct but I am sure that I don't care because it makes sense to me just as it is written!) I try to employ myself according to my gifts and desires and the "have to's" of everyday which makes for a busy and full life. I also tend to be a bit of a procrastinator, which is a weakness that I am constantly trying to overcome. 

And the combination of trying to be a wife, mom, teacher, friend, and all the other things I've got going on in life lend to a crazy life, sometimes...or rather oftentimes.

So I sit in a comfortably clean and organized room because everything is figured out and all is where it should be. It gives me peace. It makes me calm. It restores my exhausted soul. Can you see where I'm going here?

Resting in the arms of the One who has everything figured out, who knows what goes where and when it should go there and how it should all be put together, gives me peace. I might not have everything figured out in my life. I definitely don't know what my future holds, even though I try to plan it to the minute. Sometimes I cannot make straight the emotions and thoughts that want to rule my day. But God is the calm, the peace, the restorer of this weary soul that I need. All I have to do is turn it all over to Him and rest in the knowledge that He has it all under control. 

I'm so very grateful that He can take the messy room that is my mind and get it all back in order so that I can face another crazy day tomorrow.

KC

life lesson

The other day I did something that put me pretty high up in the ranks of "Meanest Mom Ever!" And I can write this post now because she doesn't read my blog yet. 

My kids and I had met my mom and my niece at Starbucks. After being there for almost an hour, boredom and grumpiness got the best of my daughter. (This is not unusual for her. Boredom. Grumpiness. Both are issues that I'm constantly working on with her because 1.) sometimes life is boring: figure out how to deal with it now because there will always be moments of boredom in your life and 2.) grumpiness is a choice: even if you are pre-disposed to a negative outlook on life, you can still choose to try to look for the good.) 

My daughter was sitting at a small table off to my left when I glanced at her and noticed she was writing something. At first I thought it was on a napkin, but as I stood up to look closer, I noticed she was scratching something into the surface of the tabletop. 

Now, I haven't had a specifics conversation about "not scratching the tops of tables at Starbucks," but I have had plenty of conversations about keeping our tabletops at home clean, not writing on them or scratching them so I'm pretty sure I had covered that lesson completely enough, so you could say I was a bit irritated seeing this. 

I promptly took her outside and had a conversation about defacing other people's property. It wasn't a long conversation, but I'm pretty sure she got the point because the consequence of her actions was one she'll never want to repeat.

I made her go up to the counter and apologize to the manager for what she did. Oh, the embarrassment!!

Now before you decide to critique my parenting technique, let me just explain a few things. First of all, there was no one else in line and nobody but the manager heard our conversation. I did not make a big production out of it. I believe in owning up to your wrongdoings, but not in utter public humiliation. Also, I did much of the talking to explain to the manager that I wanted my daughter to learn a lesson about this situation. We offered to do whatever was needed to repair the table (which is honestly kind of funny because the tabletop was such a mess of scratches anyway...but it was the point of the whole thing, ya know?!) And in humility, my daughter apologized. She was forgiven and we left Starbucks.

After we left, she was pretty upset with me. Until we got home, and then she broke down with a contrite heart. Lesson learned. Hugs and kisses abounded.

I know this was difficult for my girl to do. But it was difficult for me too! As a mom, I was embarrassed by her behavior. And it felt like a reflection of my parenting skills. It would have been easier for us to just leave it. No one would have known...except Jayne and me. But that was enough. Now I know she'll think twice before making a foolish decision that might have steeper consequences than just scratching a tabletop. 

But perhaps the bigger lesson is this: teaching her how to own up to her wrongdoings and making them right. Pride is a big deal to many people. But humility is a bigger deal to God. 

KC

talk about them

Here's a little something I learned about losing a loved one: after that loss, you still want to talk about that person, share stories, look at photos, remember him. You want to believe that the person you loved so deeply will not be forgotten. You want to know that he made such an impact on other people's lives that they think of him often too. 

Friends, there is not a day that passes where I don't think of my dad. The void is there, it is always present in my life, everyday. I miss him. I miss who we were as father and daughter. I miss who he would have been as a grandpa to my kids. I miss his smile, his goofy mannerisms, his humor (goodness, I miss his humor!) I miss how genuine he was and how he tried to make people smile, how he cared for other people and would gladly give of his time to help someone out. I miss how he often smelled like BBQ smoke during the evening service of church and how he would swerve a little while driving because he was so busy looking at the landscape around him instead of straight ahead. I miss his quirks, how he used one foot for the gas and the other foot for the brake and how he always preferred that his truck be some shade of tan because then you could never tell when it was dirty.

And I know I'm going on and on, but I guess that's my point:

Don't be afraid to bring up the name of someone who has passed away to one of their loved ones. Don't be afraid to ask about memories or just to let the other person talk about the one they loved. Yeah, the loss they have experienced is probably huge and you might be entering a world of tears by bringing up their loved one, but I guarantee that it will mean so much to them to be able to share memories of that person. Somehow it makes them feel not so far away...

I know my latest posts are about grieving and such, but that's because I have known 5 people under the age of 31 who have passed away in the past 6 or 7 months. And although the loss of each person has affected me deeply, it's also the hurt that the families are experiencing that grieves me to my core.

Maybe there are a few who can't or won't talk about their loss, but it has been my experience that most people want to talk about their dearest family member who resides in heaven, but who also resides so deeply within their hearts. 

So don't be afraid to talk about the members of heaven.

KC

grace for the grieving

My first real understanding of grief was a little over 8 years ago when my Dad passed away. I had experienced death previous to that day but I did not have enough maturity to understand the grieving process. 

Perhaps the most important lesson I learned through that entire experience was this: every person grieves in their own way. And the second most important lesson: criticizing another person's grieving process is quite possibly one of the most thoughtless and unsympathetic things that a person can do. 

(Now, just to be clear, I am not addressing a situation where a person is doing self-harm or harming others in their grief, and I think that will become clear as I continue to express what is simply my opinion on the subject.)

After my dad passed away, my mom received various opinions (most well-meaning, of course) on how long she should grieve, on when she should or shouldn't bring up her sadness (those were the "not well-meaning opinions," as far as I'm concerned), what she should do with Dad's belongings and when she should take get rid of different items that belonged to him. You know, all that kind of "advice" and those types of "opinions."

I'm not jumping down anyone's throat here, but I will tell you that my mom was often hurt by thoughtlessness and ignorant comments. And when she hurts, not only do I hurt with her, but the overprotective momma bear in me comes out (and I'm not even the mom in this case!)

Now, let me explain this to you: you are more than welcome to have your opinion in a grieving situation. However, if your opinion is not asked for, consider keeping your mouth closed. Especially if you have not walked that proverbial mile in their shoes. And even if you think you have walked that mile, chances are that their road was different and that is why their grief is not the same as yours might have been. 

And when it comes to losing someone you love, please understand that those left behind on this earth are always going to need that extra measure of grace from you. Grace to respond with compassion. Grace to just listen as they remember. Grace to keep back words that might be considered hurtful. Grace to just be there, to be present.  

Because even though the pain of that loss changes and the load is not always so heavy, that pain is in fact there and it always will be.

KC

*Sorry for any part of this that might seem overly passionate. I realized today that I have learned of way too many deaths just in the last year alone. I thought that perhaps I could open a few hearts to approach those who are grieving with grace. Their walk is hard enough without any of us spouting out thoughtless words. Love to you all - ❤️

the little hearts

Today my daughter told me that she doesn't ever want me to die. And that she doesn't want her Dad to die either because that would be very rough. I told her that we didn't have any plans to do so. But it is evident that the events of this last week are starting to make sense to her. I told her that we would have a little more in depth conversation about the passing of my cousin a little later on this week.

Oh how I wish I could protect that heart a little longer from the the sadness and pain that this world so often brings us. I wish I could keep her eyes focused on the happy things in life, the things that bring joy, and keep her from being exposed to the things that will hurt her. But that is not real life. And if I don't teach her how to deal with the tragedies and heartbreak in this world, then she will never be prepared for life when she steps out by herself.

So I will gently explain the death of a loved one, the sadness it has brought so many, and how we can find the truest form of comfort from our Heavenly Father and from those whom He has sent to surround us. And when we are at our worst, He is always there right beside us, even in our deepest devastation. Because He loves us. 

Tonight my daughter also told me that she never wants to grow up. And you know what? I totally get that. There are some days when I don't feel like growing up either.

KC

Nick

Over the past four or five days I've felt that I don't have any more tears to cry. Then without warning a sob will catch in my throat. The tears come and I let them run down my cheeks, hoping that maybe if I let them out, eventually I will run out of tears to cry, but also knowing that those sobs help heal. When I get a moment alone in my truck to run an errand, I let the groans come from my soul and even yell in frustration. Those sounds don't even sound like me.

Forgive me for being raw, but this is real life and sometimes real life sucks.

A week ago my cousin took his life. I know everybody's curiosity wants to know why, but there are so many questions, and truth be told, I'm not sure anyone will ever completely understand why. And we don't need to understand the "why" to know that it was a tragedy.

My cousin and his siblings and parents were my second family when I was growing up. As we grew up we saw less of each other, but when we were together, nothing had changed; the bond was still the same. 

I didn't know everything there was to know about Nick, I don't think anyone did, but what I knew and what I heard from other friends and family, he was a pretty amazing guy. Generous, friendly, helpful, funny, respectful, sweet, huge hugs, great big smile...he was just full of good. 

My heart is broken because no one will get to experience Nick anymore. His good is not here on this earth any longer. His smile will only be seen in pictures. His humor will only come in memories. And thoughts about him will be shrouded with sadness. 

It's very difficult to talk about hope. Because it's hard to think that there is any good in this situation. Nick is with God and it is a blessing to know that. But for those of us left without him here on earth: his parents, sisters, brother, incredibly close friends... hope seems just out of our grasp. 

So I cling to this promise, these words that repeated themselves over and over again the day I found out he was gone: "beauty for ashes." That phrase right there, from Isaiah 61:3, gives me hope that He can and will bring something beautiful out of something so full of sadness. 

Right now it is beyond me to even imagine what that beauty could be. But I don't think God is done using Nick's life. Nick is still going to be touching people, changing people, and blessing people. He was too wonderful of a guy for God to be finished with him. I can't wait to see how He does that.

And that is the hope I reach for and cling to.

KC

God knows

I'd like to think I'm a pretty smart gal. I've had a bunch of education, I read a lot, I try to meet new and interesting people and take risks in life to experience new things and have adventures. I've been through a few rough patches in my life because once upon a time I decided to ask God for wisdom and He sees fit to give me that wisdom by having me walk through those stinkin' rough patches. So I think that on top of being smart, I've also got a bit of wisdom in my back pocket. Great combination, right?!

Here's the thing though, folks. In gaining knowledge and wisdom and experience in this life so far, I have realized a very valuable piece of information: the more you know, the more you understand how little you really know!

And God shows me regularly just how much I don't know.

Sometimes I think I've got a pretty good handle on this parenting thing and then I find out that my 6 year old son got reprimanded by a neighborhood mom (whom I don't know) for biting her son when he was playing in our front yard. Yes, my mild-mannered, sweet and sensitive son bit the neighbor kid! (I'm not going to get into the details about whether this kid deserved it or not...because it doesn't matter. My kid should not be biting neighbors!) 

Sometimes I look at my marriage and think we've got an impressive thing going on here. We are approaching 15 years of marriage here, people: I will take the applause!! But then we get into an argument over a simple miscommunication that ruins our entire evening! What in the world? How are we not past this yet?! 

And even my own personal fears, insecurities, emotional issues that I think I have overcome. Nope. I had a funk that lasted a few weeks last month - can't even tell you where it came from! And I nearly started hyperventilating a few times a couple weeks ago from a stressful situation. These are things I've worked through once in my life - how do I not have a handle on them?!

Goodness, people, there is a laundry list of things that I do not know or understand about this life. But there is one immoveable thing that I do know: God knows. 

God knows it all. He understands every bit of what is happening in my life. Even when I don't understand why a friend's marriage is falling apart or why another friend's heart is broken. Even when I don't understand the reason for the loss of our friend's child, whether to sickness or a car accident. And when disappointments are great and frustrations are constant...

God knows. 

I'm living in trust that He knows the reasons behind the "whys" and that is a comforting place to be. Someday maybe I will understand. But perhaps it will never be revealed to me. 

But God knows. 

When you're tired of trying to figure it all out, rest in that knowledge.

KC