Yes! We as woman have to realize our own self worth. Stop letting other people give us a price tag. You are beautiful, you are strong, you are priceless.
“You can’t be a godly wife, if you aren’t living a godly life.”
I read that today and it really struck a nerve. I try, I genuinely do. I try to stay on the path laid before me and somehow there’s always a fork in the road. I pray hard, but that doesn’t seem to ease the panic. I’m so afraid to make the wrong choice, that I find myself refusing to make any choice at all. Creating a giant problem that didn’t even exist before hand.
I try to listen so hard for Gods will, and his words that I can’t make heads or tails of what I’m hearing. I said that, just to this, we all stumble. My walk in and with Christ isn’t always easy. My walk is daily, I cry, and get discouraged and just when I’m hanging on by a thread, inspiration comes. Be it in a verse, a song, or another person. When I silence the world, I can hear him at last.
If you’re struggling, take five. Find a corner, or find a room. Find a moment where you can get on your face and embrace what God has for you. Silence the world and listen for him. ❤️
We have got to stop living through our children, and start living for our children. It is not our job to be their friends, that’s what they have school, and activities for. It is however our responsibility to be their parent.
We have got to stop catering to their wants and start focusing on their needs. Yes, I’m sure it feels good to be the cool mom, and sometimes it is nice to feel like we aren’t embarrassing to our children. But, that is not our goal (or shouldn’t be) as a parent. We should be focused on raising confident, respectful, and caring children. When we finish grooming them to live in the world, the world still has to live with them.
You can be a support system and a fan without being an enabler. They are looking to us for guidance, and stability. They need us to lead them. You make the choice everyday to be their parent, their guardian, their role model, and the example for what you expect of them. You are creating the next generation of presidents, doctors, lawyers, business owners, teachers, and all of the other important people we need. Are you raising someone to fill these roles, or someone who will blame their parents, and society, and everyone else for being too hard on them, when they leave your side and have to survive?
What are you raising?
Some days are just hard. Hard to deal with and hard to love someone who hurt your feelings or got on your nerves. Some days it’s hard to love someone you don’t like. We’ve all been there. When you’ve worked all day long, and you come home to a house that needs cleaning, a dinner that needs making, homework that needs finishing, and that never ending pile of laundry that just won’t fold itself. Yes, loving someone (even ourselves) is just hard. When the garbage is piling up, and they haven’t taken out the trash, or everyone is laying down and you’re trying to catch up on the dishes, the last thing on your mind is “it”. Marriage, it’s just hard. When the kids are crying and someone doesn’t feel good; you try to juggle it all, and maintain some sanity, marriage gets harder. When you have had more than the average fair share of struggles and stress, marriage is harder than ever.
When you come home from work and, start dinner and realize the trash is already taken out, marriage gets easier. When you’re exhausted and, genuinely too tired to eat because you just need a hot bath, and you already have a tub of warm water, marriage gets easier. When a family member is ill, or your heart is breaking, but someone holds your hand, marriage gets easier. When you have a bad day, and they don’t judge your ugly cry; marriage gets easier. When the world is ugly and against, but you have one person on your side, marriage gets easier.
I’m learning that the greatest things in life aren’t easy. They are actually the hardest things, and they take the most work. The best things in life are never free. Your love isn’t free, it will cost you tears, your time, your pride and your anger. Your love costs a lot. But, theirs does too. Marriage is a full time job, with the greatest benefits. You have a best friend for life. In marriage, you learn a lot about your spouse but a lot about yourself as well. Marriage is hard, but marriage makes it easier.
I thought it was pretty much common sense that when two people married it was for “until death do we part.” It’s in the fine print, and it’s in your vows. I just don’t understand how people throw their marriage around like a designer handbag. Only to discard it when it’s out of season. People say the divorce rate is so high for many different reasons, I laugh every time I hear “they don’t make love like the used to. They never made love to begin with. People create it. Each of us, and for the love of me I can’t seem to grasp how you quite loving someone. You either still do or never truly did. Think about it. Let that sink in. Exactly. People need to get off the high horse, and get back into the marriage. Stop allowing what is currently “socially acceptable” to control your life. You give the respect your earn. Prove to your spouse and yourself you are in this marriage for the long haul and for the right reasons. One day, you’ll be old and grey (if you don’t use Clairol) sitting in your rocking chair by the person who spoke the same vows as you. Still fully committed to you. Time will pass, looks will fade, and feelings will change, but as long as you give your marriage and home the attention it needs, it will continue to blossom and I can assure you, there is no greater accomplishment than a successful, lifelong partnership. A marriage that leaves behind a legacy.
Seems like you blink and I swear six months have gone by. You get so busy with life, you just quit living. I wake up, handle business and go to bed. Everyday is a battle and I’m fighting it the best way I know how. I’ve been there before. Fighting, struggling, surviving, but at what point do you say I’m done surviving? I just want to overcome these battles. I want to live. That’s where I am. Trying to learn to live again. I’ve found my way back to church, and I’m trying to put my best foot forward, but I feel like a toddler learning to walk with spaghetti legs. Everyday I wake up with the best of intentions but seem to find myself back at square one. I guess I’m learning that it’s ok to stumble or fall, it’s ok to make a mistake. Learn from it, find the trigger, and push harder. Push until you can’t push anymore and when you find yourself there, on your knees, with no other options, pray. Pray like it’s the last time you’ll have the chance, pray like your life depends on it. Then, you wait. That’s where I am. I am waiting. I am waiting for God to move. I am listening for his word. I need him to move, and I need to hear him.
The hardest thing in this world is to “give it to God”. How many times have you given it to God and picked it right back up? I do it daily. Not anymore, bills, kids, marriage, God is getting in the driver seat and I’m taking his path. The road I’ve been on has been hard, and painful, and I’ve only given him control when I’ve been too tired to keep driving. One thing I can’t stand is a back seat driver, and here I am being one. Not anymore. Today I have pulled over, given God the keys and accepted that I can’t make this trip without him. I don’t want to take this trip without him. Some days will be harder, and some will be glorious, I’ll have to take them as they come. I encourage anyone reading this to take the same leap of faith. Get in the passenger seat and enjoy the view.
Don’t let your struggle become your identity.