Thursday, April 22, 2010

Writer's Workshop-What was I talking about?

Directions: You can learn more about Writer’s Workshop at Mama Kat'’s never to late to jump in!! Here is what you must do:
  • Choose a prompt that inspires you most.
  • Write.
  • Come back this Thursday and paste the URL from your actual post (do this by clicking the title of your post after you hit publish, an extended URL will come up in the address bar. That’s the URL you want to use) into the Mister Linky that will be up…this way anyone can click on your name and head over to your place to see what you wrote.
Feel free to write on more than one prompt if you so desire. I do it all the time, but it’s my game…and I don’t know how to shut-up…so it should be expected. And remember the more comment love you give, the more comment love you get so comment comment away.

The Prompts:
(all prompts inspired by this months copy of Oprah Magazine.)

1.) “I’m mad at myself. I’m embarrassed. I can’t believe after all these years, I’m still talking about my weight.” Poor Ope. What are you mad at yourself about?

2.) Divorce Dreams…a tempting alternative? A disaster to be avoided? Ever an option? Advice? What’s your take?

3.) What is the joy in your present moment?

4.) List 10 rules you’ve unlearned (meaning 10 things you thought were expected of you or were the “right way” of doing things, but that you now ignore).

5.) Mother’s Day is coming…what is the secret behind the close bond you have with your mom? OR What do you do to create that close bond with your kids?


What is the joy in your present moment?

I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart.
Down in my heart.
Down in my heart.
I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart
Down in my heart my to stay.

And I'm so happy, so very happy.
I've got the love of Jesus in my heeeaaaarrrrttt.
And I'm so happy, so very happy.
I've got the love of Jesus in my heart!!!!

Sing along with me.

I've go the peace that passes understanding down in my heart.

You know it, come on.

Down in my heart.
Down in my heart.

Yeah, I have kids.

But sometimes singing it reminds me of my joy and peace.

We've had a long month. We lost our pastor by resignation and my husband, as elder, had to step up and take care of everything; he still is.  There are broken hearts everywhere.  Ours as well.

Our roof needs fixed. It broke BIG TIME during the ice storm.  (And don't even get me started on the ice storm, where we were without a house for a week and had to take my newborn and all my kids to my in-laws where they didn't have electricity either but at least their house was warm....yeah, don't even ask.)

And we need a new van. The one we have doesn't seat our entire family. Well, okay, currently, if we want to be specific, currently it seats our entire family, but in July, someone can't go.  I vote we leave Kati.

But that's not all.

I feel like a broken record.

But that's not all.

I feel like a broken record.

I'm constantly telling the children, the OLDER children who really should know better, don't do this.  Don't do that.  I told you yesterday.  I told you ten minutes ago.  I JUST TOLD YOU!!!

All day long.

So God told me, stop telling them that.  I remind you all the time and never lose my patience.

And well, okay, he didn't actually come over and knock on the door and tell me that.  He answered my pleas in softer ways.  But can you imagine if he did?

Knock, knock.

Who's there?


God who?

Then all the kids would start acting right.

But that didn't happen. So no one is acting right.

Including me.  I have to learn to remind the children and not lose my patience.  And when I remind them to not tell them that I'm reminding them. And for some reason NOT telling them that I am reminding them really sets me on edge. 

Like last night when I lost my patience at Jeff just because he wasn't a child to lose it at and he said the wrong thing and the wrong thing was, "Okay."

What were we talking about exactly?

Thanks, joy.

My joy, in the midst of telling Kati for the fourth time this week to put the towels in the towel box, is Jesus.  That he loves me and died for me.  And my joy does not hinder on whether or not towels get put on the floor.

My peace does not come from a quiet (not in this house) home or quiet kids (please!) or anything else.  My peace comes from God. If I'm not peaceful, then I'm not seeking God.




Those are my prayers for today.

(And that Kati would put the towels in the box.)


Jenners said...

Visiting from Mama Kats ...

First of all, now I'll have that song stuck in my head all day! so thanks!

Second, it can be hard to remember or find joy when things aren't going so well ... but it is there hiding in all the little moments that we don't expect or see coming.

And I hope the towels get put away.

Brodricks said...

I am sorry that you are haivng to go through this with your pastor. I know that it is hard to see them as humans sometimes and they do make human mistakes. It just stinks when you haven them up on a pedestal and they fail you. Trust in God and all things will be right...

Bri said...

Also in from Mama Kat and I also wrote about Joy albeit quite different from your entry. We moms must always find the + wherever they might be hiding, don't we!

Am pleased to 'meet' your sweet looking blog. Have a fabulous Spring!

scargosun said...

I'll tell you what. I don't practice organized religion anymore but I remember that song from kindergarten and the joy that came from it. Thanks for the memory.

LivinginLilliput said...

So sorry about losing your pastor..:(
We have been there with the vehicle not fitting our family..
But G-d has always provided. He is good!

I am due soon and will be having our 6th uc..will try to read more when life slows down..

Megan said...

Congrats to you for finding joy! I am TRYING to do that very thing!

Blessings to you!