Why Can't I get this??

I know some don't like the Pearls-- I do-- and I really like the categories he sometimes gives people--  Visionary, Command, Steady.

My husband is reading the newest book Created to Need a Helpmeet and it made me chuckle a bit because SOOO much of it is so true.  (My husband reads some to me, he likes sharing it with me....)

My husband is 98% steady, 1% visionary and 1% command....  The chapter on what happens and WHY Mr. Steady's marry "Go To Gals" is just 100% RIGHT ON... (yes I am a GO TO Girl) I like a project, I like new, sometimes Jason would say "you are never happy, there is always SOMETHING MORE....."  

Some days that is hard--

I am very visionary
I am very GOAL oriented

I am a sinner

I am some days a terrible mother
I get a lot done, but so much goes left Undone with my children and their hearts.

When I read things such as this from Riddlelove, it makes me wonder-- WHY CAN'T I get this???

• Nothing is more important than relationship and connection.  Not even clean floors and uninterrupted routines.
• When a toddler has just discovered the joy of books and bangs the same one on your leg that you've already read to him five times today, you stop what you're doing and read it to him, anyway.
• Slowing down to teach children neat eating etiquette is much smarter than having to deep clean the floor after every meal.
• During seasons of stress, surround yourself with loved ones to bring perspective of the big picture.
• The house only gets as dirty as you allow it.  Ignore the mess and it grows.  Tend to it immediately and the task is frequent but light.

 

And this same day a dear MOMY's Friend shared this---

When You Want to Run Away

"This morning I decided to run away from my life. I ran away from the constant needs, wants, cries, fights, and chatter of my kids. I wanted to run away from the calling to homeschool. While running through my quiet, frost covered neighborhood, I cried out to God: I DON’T LIKE HOMESCHOOLING! I want a LIFE! Over the noisy clatter of my headphones, I heard a quiet voice respond,
“But you said you wanted to be like Me.”

Upon returning home, I nursed my sweet son who had been singing loudly to his father. Afterwards, I tried to escape to a much-needed shower, but my daughter pleaded to let her shower with me. So there I stood, soaking off the sweat from the morning’s freedom, and again began arguing with the Lord. “But you said you came to give us life, and life abundantly!” Just then, I looked down. My daughter’s crystal blue eyes glowed up at me through the shower water and I saw her soapy hands begin to clean my salt-coated legs; the very legs that I had used to run away from her. Her gentle touch changed to a precious hug and then she went back to cleaning. All of a sudden I caught a glimpse of Christ, washing the disciples feet. The feet that would carry them as they later spread His love. My daughter was washing the legs that I intended to carry me away from His love.

Perhaps a life abundantly is different than a life filled with abundance. Though I always wanted children, I had no idea that I would be called to spend almost every moment of my life with them. Teaching them, constantly. Serving them, indefinitely. Modeling Christ, eternally. I had secretly dreamed of putting them on the school bus and going about my life the way I had planned, until the bus circled around again later in the day. Other people could do the teaching, the serving, the sacrificing. But Christ has continually instructed my stubborn and prideful heart otherwise. If I really want to be like the One that gave everything so that I could live abundantly, then my own abundance is found when I surrender my everything for Him."


Being like Christ is HARD....

Being a Mother is so much harder than I ever imagined.....