Monday, July 31, 2017

What if All I Want is A Mediocre Life?

What if I all I want is a small, slow, simple life? What if I am most happy in the space of in between. Where calm lives. What if I am mediocre and choose to be at peace with that?

The world is such a noisy place. Loud, haranguing voices lecturing me to hustle, to improve, build, strive, yearn, acquire, compete, and grasp for more. For bigger and better. Sacrifice sleep for productivity. Strive for excellence. Go big or go home. Have a huge impact in the world. Make your life count.

But what if I just don’t have it in me. What if all the striving for excellence leaves me sad, worn out, depleted? Drained of joy. Am I simply not enough?

What if I never really amount to anything when I grow up—

What if I am not cut out for the frantic pace of this society and cannot even begin to keep up? And see so many others with what appears to be boundless energy and stamina but know that I need tons of solitude and calm, an abundance of rest, and swaths of unscheduled time in order to be healthy. Body, spirit, soul healthy. Am I enough?

Read the entire beautiful article at  A Life in Progress.


"All I really want is a small, slow, simple life. A mediocre life. A beautiful, quiet, gentle life. I think it is enough." - I love this quote! If you are a go-getter that is perfectly fine, but for the hubby and I, we want the simple life with 'enough'!



Read my take on finding enough here.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

If You Give Your Husband a Kiss....

I fell in love with Leah Heffners "If you give your husband a kiss" article and I wanted to put my own spin on it for this time in my life. My hubby works long hours, we live on a hobby farm, own a home business, home school three kids, have a special needs son, and try to keep up with everything else that makes up this life we live.... but I still love kissing my hubby and nestling my head under his chin....
So here is my version...

If you give your husband a kiss, he’ll probably want a hug to go with it.
You’ll nestle your head under his chin, and just breathe him in.
The smell will remind you of when you first started dating and you didn’t want to be anywhere else but nestled under his chin.
You’ll think back on some of your favorite first dates – ice cream, long walks, holding hands, and late night talks.
Before you can get too carried away, a child (or dog) will probably interrupt you, breaking apart your hug.
You’ll open your eyes to see dishes that need cleaned up, kids waiting for your attention, and the million other tiny and enormous things you do every day.
You’ll see homework that needs finished, the floor needing swept, the bills to mail, and beds that need made.
You’ll see marks on the walls and mountain of laundry and the inch thick dust bunnies.
You might be so overwhelmed, you won’t know where to start.
You’ll see all the ways your life is different now than it was when it was late-night dates and ice cream runs.
So you’ll take a deep breath, whisper a prayer, take a drink of tea, and just start on something.
You’ll get so caught up in what’s going on around you, you’ll miss talking to your husband before he goes out the door.
You’ll start to tell him you love him, when you notice someone spilled water on the floor.
After you mop up the floor, you’ll wash your hands, and notice your wedding ring.
Your wedding ring will remind you of your wedding, and the man that you married.
You’ll think again of all the ways life is different now than it was when he slipped that ring on your finger.
And then you’ll think of all the ways it’s still the same, just like when you nestled your head under his chin.
You’ll hear the door to the garage shut and realize your husband’s off to complete his tasks for the day.
You’ll realize you don’t want to miss giving him one more hug before he gets too busy.
So you’ll run outside, barefoot, looking like a hot mess.
He’ll smile because he thinks you’re beautiful, and you’ll still not understand how much he means it.
You’ll probably smile back, trying to pick one out of a million things you could say.
Instead, you’ll decide to give him a hug.
And chances are, if you give you’re husband a hug, YOU’LL want a kiss to go with it.
 NOTE: You can read the original article at Life Around the Coffee Cup.

Friday, July 7, 2017

The Little Girl Who Broke My Heart...


While my son, QW was in ICU of the Children's hospital, we were moved to the ICU Burn Unit due to the regular ICU being under staffed. We ended up staying in the ICU Burns Unit for 4 1/2 weeks out of the five weeks that we were in the hospital.

We came to like and know most all of the burn unit staff and some of the patients..... including a little (3 or 4 yr old) girl called Miesha. Oh, my goodness, she was the cutest little thing! She was already there when we arrived and was still there when we left. She was burnt from head to toe and could hardly walk or talk when we first met her, but every day she got a little bit stronger. 

The kids in that unit would do their walking therapy in the hall. Miesha would stop and wave at our sons door when she did her walking therapy and my son and I would stop and wave at her door when he did his walking therapy. 

Some days you could hear her just scream and scream when they did dressing changes. Other nights you could hear her little voice crying for her momma. Most of the time, she was alone in her room. In the five weeks we were there, her mommy (who looked to be in her teens) only came 3 times. Her grandma came 2 times. The nurses said no one came to see her the first two weeks she was in the hospital. 

My heart broke for her. 

The child life specialist would take her stuffed animals and toys. The music therapist would play and sing Disney songs for her. The nurses would put in movies, and would put her in a wagon and bring her out to the nurses desk so she would have someone with her. They would paint her nails and dress her up in little sun dresses and rock her to sleep. But, they also had a job to do and couldn't be with her all the time.

The only photo I have of the little girl who stole my heart.....
 taken on the day my son was discharged to come home.
The last day we were at the hospital, we had taken my son down to the child life zone and the child life specialist brought Miesha down also. She saw me across the room and came right to me, arms open wide, and gave me the biggest hug....

I wished right there I could've brought her home with me; burned, scars, feeding tube, diaper, and all.... she had won my heart and tears started running down my cheeks....

I pray for that little girl every time I think of her, for healing, for someone in her family to step up and love her, but also for her to know the Lord, and to know her worth someday. 

She will never know the impact she had in my life or the unspoken love I have for that black headed, brown eyed, dark skinned, little girl in my heart.

So, although she will never know... there will always be a middle aged, white woman, work from home, stay at home wife, and homeschooling momma of three, living on a hobby farm in East Central Indiana, praying that God will be extra close to a little girl named Miesha and surround her with love.

PS. I think she stole a little piece of my hubby's heart too... 

*We went back a month later for my son's checkup and to see Miesha and taker her a book, but she had been discharged, and by hospital policy they can not  give us any info about her. I may never know what happens to her, but I will always remember her and pray for her from time to time.

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