The awful truth

I guess I'm just not able to gather my own thoughts these days, but Faith over at the Pickle Patch seems to be finding them just fine.  Here's another great one.  I borrowed (stole, I guess) her title, The Awful Truth (go read it...) because it is. It.  Is.  Just.  That.  It's Awful.

My favorite part is the last paragraph, so I'll quote that here. But know that I about feel exactly like how she expressed her reply to her husband's invitation to a dinner out.  To a "T".  When you're tired, busy, feeling overwhelmed, sometimes responding - in any fashion, let alone positively! - is a herculean effort.  And I had my fourth child over seven years ago!  (Uh oh, I'm comparing... see my previous post about fairness.)  Anyway, thank God for His grace.

And I’ve learned that the only way to avoid guilt over my own imperfections and anger over the imperfections of others is to embrace grace. Grace — a word overused so that its meaning gets lost — means “unmerited favor.” I am a bad wife, a bad mother, a bad friend, a bad daughter, and most days I don’t deserve the love of those close to me. But they — husband, children, friends, family — somehow love me anyway. And when they don’t love me perfectly, the way I want — because they, too, are imperfect — that’s when I need to remember that I believe in a God who has the grace thing perfectly covered.

Life isn't "fair" - but God is "good".

I am a mom of four fabulous kids.  I love them.  Oddly, we consider it a rather amazing thing that we have four kids, since we had some trouble getting pregnant, then some trouble maintaining pregnancy, and a family history of infertility and early menopause and all that.  Anyway, suffice it to say that amazingly, we have four kids.  If we lived in an earlier time, my husband might have one kid, maybe, assuming I'd lived (which was unlikely but that's a separate story).  But he probably would have lost me in that first delivery from various complications, and that one kid would probably have died if not at birth, by now due to other health issues and complications which she has now encountered.  If she hadn't done me in, her brother might have had a go at it, and I surely would have died (or the baby, or both of us) for the third.  No chance at our little surprise fourth.  None.  Anyway....

That third child, more than all the others, protests about the fairness of life.  NOTHING is fair according to her.  She is always comparing and contrasting and examining and determining that she has been unjustly treated.  She didn't get enough X, or have enough Y, or Z did something and she can't (or Z shouldn't have) and so on and so forth.  If you have children, you know what I'm talking about.  Oh my, I sometimes want to scream.  Why?  Because frankly NOTHING in life is fair, and as we learned in the Princess Bride, it never has been and it never will be.
 
What's my point?  Well, this article, entitled When it's not fair,  about says it all.  Please read it and then come back....

What I want my kids to learn about fairness is that it's not really very important.  Justice is good.  But fair is actually not.  We don't just want fair, we want more than fair.  And then someone else feels like it wasn't fair.  So it comes down to what she said in her article, "But lately I’ve considered that I’m looking at things the wrong way. It may not be that life’s so much about what’s fair, as it is about this: Everybody has something different to learn."  

 My kids - and I - need to focus more on that.  What we "deserve" is fair and just.  Getting more than that is a gift.  Grace is a gift.  Faith is a gift.  Love is a gift.  My kids are a gift.  I didn't deserve them, or God's grace, or anyone's love etc.  I love my kids.  And sometimes I want to give one a special something. Or I think one will really enjoy something that frankly wouldn't mean much to another child.  I don't want to leave another one out - I just want to treat one or bless one or some such thing.  That doesn't seem "fair", but is a gift to that one.  And we all have so much to learn about gifts and fairness and love and grace.  It is amazing.

And when it all comes crashing down (whatever it might be), it may not seem fair.  But it can truly be good.  You see, we're not in it alone.  Whether the circumstances are as we'd wish or not, whether we get what we want or not, whether we have the "same" as another and things are "fair" or not, God is still God.  He is good.  And He uses WHATEVER he chooses to teach us, to love us, to mold us, and frankly to bless us.  I think we can all say that we've learned some of life's most valuable lessons when things aren't "fair".  In looking back, so much of that has been so good for me.  I wouldn't trade those lessons in for fairness.  I'm glad to have learned them.  And I see God being who He is through it all - a good and loving and trustworthy God, who even though we've messed up so many times, still looks and declares his work "good" and keeps on making us into His likeness if we believe in Him.  And He's not done yet.  That too is good. Thanks for not leaving it all a mess Lord with me wallowing in it forever.

(Now to try to explain this to my kids... it's just not fair!)

Sanity - one step at a time

I just read a post from "A Holy Experience," a site I enjoy but which I am unable to keep up with on any routine basis . . . Ann Voskamp is a prolific writer, which is not a bad thing, but I find it can be overwhelming to be quite honest.  The post was on keeping our sanity in the New Year and was written posted January 24, 2013.  If you want to read the whole thing, it's entitled 25 Point Manifesto for Sanity in 2013.  My reactions were generally good, but I thought that doing all 25 each day would kill me - not a good way to find sanity.  But her ideas are, as usual, excellent, and would indeed help keep perspective, and sanity.  Here are several I was particularly struck by (only shared in brief here - you'll have to click on the link to read the details).

2. “What a heart knows by heart is what a heart knows”
5. Step on the Snake Before Breakfast
6. Stay in the pool
8. Go Slow. Life Zone. 
10. No songs without rhythm
16. Work on your Wall before Noon
18. Consistently be Consistent
20. Do the Holy, Happiness Habit

The ones that struck me most were #s2, 6, and 16, probably because of where I'm at right at this moment in particular. Next month, I would probably find other ones standing out.  And my "strategy" for sanity probably starts with one not even on this list:  7. Clean a space = clear headspace.  I get to a point where I can't even think if there's too much stuff piled up (our threshold is actually far too high for sanity, so when I get to this point, it's REALLY bad...).  I was there last weekend and it's better, but still there and bothering me.  I need to step on that snake and work on that wall, seriously, and then my head will be doing SO much better.  

Anyway, the point of all this musing and sharing is that there are things here that could or do help me keep my head above water, and maybe you'll find some of them encouraging or helpful.  While I find her posts - like this one - overwhelming, when I take that step back to consider what she's saying (as I try to stop reeling), I know she's not giving me, or anyone, a to do list, or condeming me for not following her advice.  She's simply sharing her journey and what's helped her.  She's not trying to tell me what to do.  And even if she was, I don't need to.  Part of maturity is hearing the message a person is trying to share, and another part is knowing what to do with it, regardless of their intention.  What I like most about Ann's posts in general, is her understanding of God's grace and that while we do live our faith in ways that result in good works, it's not fundamentally about acheivement, but about life and trust and grace and a God who's so much greater than we can imagine.  Ann is not trying to lay a guilt trip on me.  Yay.  So don't let me hear that message.  And frankly, I know that trying to do too much - make too many changes at once, etc - generally leads to failure, at least for me.  So what I can take away from her post this time is that she has some great ideas to share for how to maintain sanity in the new year.  They're all pretty good.  Now if I want to think about several of them in particular and mull over them, that would probably help me as I think through my own time and what is realistic.  And if I actually want to implement one or two, now that is doable, and could truly help me maintain some sanity.  And knowing that's all ok - that is that I don't have to do them all - is part of learning about my journey as a mom, as a wife, and as a believer.  And, as my husband would say,  it's not right and wrong, and it is truly all about grace.  

The Great Fixer

I loved this article by a woman I have yet to meet and who I hope someday to meet in person (tho' that may be as unlikely as me someday taking all my kids to Europe - still, I can say I'd like and hope to!).

It's an article about fixing things, entitled Fix You.  Do read it in its entirety! Here's how it concludes and then where I think it necessarily leads us.

Parenting is a relationship, and it occurs to me that all relationships — at least the real, meaningful ones — ARE essentially about having the same conversation over and over again. And that conversation boils down to the soul-cry: Why can’t you love me the way I want to be loved? We’re all waiting on the Fix-It Pile with our broken hearts, and sometimes a parent or friend or spouse will paste us together for a time. Sometimes we gather the tools and strength to repair our own cracks. But in my experience there’s never a permanent fix — not in this life, at least. We keep breaking, and having the same conversations over and over again. I’m unaware of a single person who’s made it to the end of their life, and who couldn’t have used another dab of glue or piece of tape.

I don’t mean this to sound completely hopeless, because I think it’s the opposite. I think it’s liberating. There are fairy figurines in this house whose wings I will NEVER permanently affix to their bodies; there are cracks in my children that I can NEVER mend. But in parenting, as with the rest of life, I think we get points for trying. And trying again.

I don't think we get points - God is not interested in our works in that way.  We don't earn anything.  But I do agree this account of our brokenness is not hopeless, but full of hope.  We have a God who has promised to care for us, and to rescue us.  We are all broken and we do all need fixing.  And our very maker can and will do it.  In fact, he has already done it.  In providing Jesus as our savior, he has given us the way back to him, to restore our broken relationship first w/him and then w/others.  This is the message of the Bible, from start to finish.  We're broken, and he can and will fix it, if we in faith trust in him!  A fix for sin, grace for the weary, peace for the broken-hearted, and hope that does not disappoint.

Parenting

I know that being a parent is a lot of work.  I am no "expert," unless 14+ years of experience automatically makes one expert.  I have learned a lot from watching, doing, asking, reading, experimenting, praying, and failing plenty.  I love being a parent, and I'm in for the long haul, whether I like it or not, whether I want it or not, and I know, I KNOW, that it doesn't end even when they leave home.  It's a constantly evolving process.  It's rewarding, exhausting, stretching, and painful, all at the same time (and more I'm sure).  But I am thankful for the process it is working in ME.  Parenting is a tool God is using to work in MY life.  It's refining.  I sometimes wish I could take a vacation from it, but I doubt I'd enjoy it, seeing as I like my kids (yes, like, not just love), and I'd frankly miss them within minutes of starting on such a vacation.  And I'd want to check on them and know how they're doing, hear about their day, help with their "problems" or simply hear them chatter about whatever is on their mind.  And this is grace, that as much angst as it all may bring with it, as hard as it may be, it is worth it, and I love being a parent. 

And btw, click on the link here (Parenting: It's never an interruption) for a great perspective - very good to keep in mind, especially when the slogging is particularly wearisome.  I needed to read it today.