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Fighting to Flourish – the American Dream

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In Tucson, Arizona, visiting family

Why I Moved to Waco? That’s the question, right? We have been living here two years, nine months. We moved here for a job, but why would we take a job in Waco, Texas from San Diego, California? For the answer to a dream. We wanted a house, less stress, less debt, a better place to be a family. Follow God’s path for us.

Over the past couple years, I’ve received numerous emails and Instagram DM’s from people who live all over the country but mostly in California who tell me they identify with this desire to find a better land.

A better land – it’s a heart’s desire that can be found back in the pages of history.  The Israelites, God’s chosen people, picked up and moved with everything they could carry to exit the land of Egypt where there was food, water, and shelter.  They had the basic necessities, but they were slaves living a life of bondage.

There are many forms of bondage.  We can be slaves to work, our fears, another person, to the “man” i.e. debt, the expectations placed upon us by society, our parents, our environment. The American Dream says we have the right to be successful and achieve status if we work hard enough.  We tell our kids to stay in school, study hard, volunteer, stand out and get into the “right” school, so you can reach whatever pinnacle you DREAM.  What we don’t usually tell them is what that pursuit can cost.  Without a pure motivation, that pursuit can be for all the wrong reasons.  The adage “at all costs” goes hand in hand with “money doesn’t buy happiness.”

“Whoever trusts in his riches will fall, but the righteous will
flourish like a green leaf.” {Proverbs 11:28}

So if life’s big purpose doesn’t lie in having the biggest house, or the best college education, then how do we realign our dreams to find happiness, fulfillment, and contentment?

What are your dreams?

Are you a stay-at-home mom looking to be back in the workforce but wondering how you’ll ever give up what your life looks like now?  Are you afraid of that might look like?

Are you working a job that makes great money and pours into others but leaves you feeling dried up? Maybe you’re looking to step back from your career a bit and lean into raising your family.

Maybe your reality is drowning under a mountain of dirty diapers, laundry, and dishes, and all you need is a little time to get out from under all the monotonous responsibilities and be able to appreciate the sunshine and outdoors.

The truth is that we women have to face this struggle of finding our place, and sadly it usually means toting a bag of guilt under a hat of shame.  Fulfillment doesn’t come from a paycheck or what car you drive or how many kids you’re raising or how clean your house is.

Recently, my fourteen year old son and I were discussing school and being motivated for a future; he asked me, “What did you want to be, Mom? Did you want to be a mom and stay home and do laundry?”  It’s a good question.  The answer is yes.  I chose this for this season of my DREAM.  My mom did the same thing.  Of course there are trade-offs, and there are different paths I could have or still might pursue.  THAT is the American Dream.  Most importantly to me (and what I told him) is that I get to choose.  And yes, we discussed that it’s not just laundry and dishes.  He knows, but he’s a teenager.

The age-old proverb “All that glitters is not gold” holds true in every century.  We can’t just go for the shiniest option.  We need to go for what we’re called to be in the middle of – whether that’s running a corporation or running a household.

Find your joy today.  Step out in faith if it’s somewhere you’re scared to go.

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Where I’ve Been

 

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Photo by Rachel Whyte

These past few months have been a slipped by in a frenzy.  I have been writing less that’s for sure, but not as little as my blog seems to reflect.  For the past 10 months, I’ve been writing for Waco Moms Blog twice a month, so I thought it was time that I post a link here to what I’ve been sharing over there!

2017 was a blur, and I have higher hopes for 2018.  I refuse to declare “resolutions” per se, but I do have expectations of what I hope to accomplish and goals for myself and my family.

  • As a family, we are going to do more Bible devotions together – so far, we’re using our phone apps and do the plans together.  It’s been so sweet to hear the kids daily responses to what they’re reading and being challenged by.
  • I still have aspirations to publish the book that’s about 85% written
  • Along with the above, I want to attend a Writers’ Conference
  • Perhaps while at said conference, I will get myself a literary agent
  • I’ve written enough about my failing housekeeping skills.  I’m going to own them now and one-up myself by making a weekly schedule and paying myself a housekeepers fee.  I’ll put that money aside for something special. Boom.
  • Pray daily for the big things in life that have not been answered in years.  Ex: getting out of school loan debt
  • Eat more fruits and vegetables – this is a family challenge. Gotta replace those refined sugars and empty carbs!
  • Finally get our master bath updated from torn-off wallpaper dry wall and hot water in my sink (shut off because it was dripping)!  The bids are coming in, and we should be able to start demo in the next week or two.

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  • Choose joy – I’m wanting to see the upside more and find more to be thankful for in every tough situation.  I figure it can’t hurt in this season of raising teenagers.  They have enough angst for the rest of us!

 

  • My word of the year – FLOURISH – who doesn’t want to do that?  At first I thought, “Thanks, God for offering me a word of hope that doesn’t feel like work.” Then I looked up the definition: “to be in a vigorous state; thrive; to be successful; prosper; to grow luxuriantly, or thrive in growth.”  When a flower blooms, if you watch it in slow motion, there is so much happening.  It is an effort to be sure, but it appears effortless because it is not being watched in the between blooming.  We live life, and the blooming is the embellishment that fills in the process of what is happening.

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“Whoever trusts in his riches will fall, but the righteous will flourish like a green leaf.”
Proverbs 11:28

“They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God.”
Psalms 92:13

“Is not my house like this with God? For He made an everlasting covenant with me ordered in all things and secure. For this is all my salvation and all my desire; will He not make it flourish?”
II Samuel 23:5

Motherhood · Uncategorized · Waco

What’s for Dinner?

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Where’s my Trader Joe’s when I need it?

Moving to Texas has not improved my cooking skills.  Neither has a new kitchen.  I guess that means I’m officially a hopeless case.  I pin all the recipes and have really good intentions, but I fall short in execution.  So I can confidently state that this blog will probably never have recipes to share unless they are something delicious someone else made.

My biggest excuse since becoming a mom has been that I have picky eaters.  I hate making meals that require extra planning for the one who won’t eat.  And yes, we have been very strict about his eating in the early years.  But when your kid is small for his age and has the stubbornness of a donkey…you start negotiating.  Then you’re boxed into a corner where every meal is a battle.  We are making giant strides – he actually likes steak and ribs now – maybe it’s a Texas-thing, but he doesn’t like hamburgers, barely eats fries, won’t touch salad, and is pretty sure we enjoy torturing him.  Which is true, of course.

Growing up, I felt the same way about my mom’s cooking.  Why did she have to make meatloaf or rice casserole?  Like all kids, we asked “what’s for dinner?”  I wonder if she braced for the moaning like I do now.

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He seriously ordered this!
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One of the few healthy things I make that 3 out of the 4 of us like!
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Breakfast for dinner at least once a week is ok, right?

 

About two years ago, I got smart.  I wrote a menu for the week on a cutesy chalkboard.  Then it was there for all to see what torture awaited.  It wasn’t listed in order – I’m not that organized – so there was room for some negotiation if someone really wanted a particular meal on a certain day.  And if there was a meal they were dreading, at least they could get the moaning done all at once.

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My old menu chalkboard – not even sure where it is now…

But somehow I’ve fallen off that train.  Maybe it’s because my chalkboard was packed in a box for almost a year.  I have a new larger chalkboard in the new house, but I’m waiting for meal planning inspiration.  I’ve been invited to the meal planning parties, but I just can’t.  I know it will go to waste and cost me more than I can tolerate.  My family is not great at eating leftovers either.  I’m working on being better at “re-inventing” the leftovers into something different.

The truth is I know the answer: a personal chef.  Right?  My husband basically is one (more on that in a future post), but he can’t really do it all, can he?  I’d have too much guilt.  Which I already have because I make the same boring meals every week.  The staples are rotisserie chicken tacos, spaghetti, pizza, BLT’s (or grilled cheese for the picky), and definitely breakfast.

Now that it’s starting to feel like fall (this week it’s been around forty degrees for a high!), I might find inspiration to add variety to my meals.  Biggest problem there is my kids think Ramen is better than anything homemade.  So, why bother when half of it will go to waste?  Feel free to give me advice, encouragement, or the “make them eat it.”  I’ve heard a rumor that kids need to try something at least 3 times before they truly can decide if they like it and that their tastebuds change every seven years.  Don’t know if that’s true, but I feel like I’m suiting up for battle with every “just try it” or “you’re gonna eat it anyway.”

Last night we had chili – I got the recipe from a friend when we ate it at their house awhile back.  There was definitely complaining!  I even added Fritos to help the allure for the kids. Tonight, we are eating with friends – she’s making extra mac ‘n cheese.  What are you making for dinner tonight? (I’ll need the inspiration for tomorrow!)

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marriage

Twenty-one

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The number twenty-one holds significance in American culture.  It tends to be the age of maturity.  It’s the legal age to drink and in some cases, rent a car.  It’s the American benchmark of freedom.

Today, our marriage turns twenty-one.  I guess that makes us officially mature and it’s legal to drink?  It is a benchmark – this year marks the point where we have now been married longer than we were single.   Two naive, barely twenty year olds, agreed to spend the rest of our lives together.  We barely had jobs, barely had a full community college schedule, and we definitely had no idea what the future held.  On our honeymoon in San Francisco, we stayed at the fancy St. Regis where we felt like someone was going to ask us to leave at any moment.

Through the years, we’ve had to do a lot of growing up.  We survived many phases of growing a life together.  We graduated college, moved out of state, bought a first car together, bought a house (or two), survived one in graduate school, had two babies.  We’ve lived in about twenty different houses and seven different cities, but through all the furniture rearranging, we have clung to one solid truth – we are in this forever.  We talk through everything (eventually), and we always forgive.

This past year of surviving forty and a big move from Carlsbad, California, to Waco, Texas was probably one of the biggest challenges we’ve encountered yet.  We uprooted a ten and twelve year 0ld and relocated everything to a place we had really only visited twice.  It was a big moment of trusting God’s direction and stepping through open doors to face the unknown together.

Marriage is really a daily decision.  It’s one foot in front of the other, looking into each other’s eyes, and clasping hands around a solid anchor to face any winds, waves, tornados, or preteen hormones that come our way.

Our story continues into this next decade, ready to face raising teenagers, a dog, and maybe chickens – and whatever else God brings our way.  Even if it includes public speaking…

“Be still and know that I am God.”  Psalm 46:10