Shine The Light
As the mom of a neurotypical 9 yo boy and a neurodiverse 3 yo boy, I am constantly trying to be aware of the balance of attention that goes to each of my sons.
My younger son requires a lot more attention not only because of his age, but also because he has special needs that require special attention.
Recently, a field trip permission form came home. We have been budgeting for this trip as it is an overnight trip that costs more than your average bus-fare-there-and-back excursion.
The cost isn't due for a couple more weeks and I'm the mom who typically sends dues in the day prior.
Last night and the night before, my oldest had asked me if we could go ahead and send the money and the forms to his homeroom teacher.
This is out of his typical character.
In the past, he has never prodded for anything outside of what he knows is expected for our financial situation and our normal routine with things.
I never asked him why he wanted me to send it it early.
This was one of those moments when you don't need to know the 'why' because the one delivering the question has already said so much by the abnormality of the inquiry.
You just know.
Because you're his mom.
You're his cheerleader.
You're his angel in disguise.
My little guy had some therapy today.
We visited with family and we took a trip to the mall.
One more stop.
The most dreaded yet the most important.
This trip requires some medical forms that puts me in a building that my youngest associates with discomfort.
The doctor's office.
The stress beads were already forming along my hairline and we were still 5 miles away.
I had to do it.
Would I tell my oldest what mommy went through to get those two sheets of paper?
Would I share with him the way his little brother flung himself in the floor 4 times before we even got to the receptionist?
Would I explain how much I dread going in there because my toddler tries to run away and I have to hold him down?
Would I reiterate how people stare at me as I'm trying to calm my anxious and overstimulated son?
This wasn't about me or my 3 year old.
This was about doing the hard thing because my 9 year old goes along without a hitch.
He's caring and giving and his momma wanted him to give something for nothing.
A moment when you thank God for the strength and discernment to hopefully shine a little light on my son's path in life.
My younger son requires a lot more attention not only because of his age, but also because he has special needs that require special attention.
Recently, a field trip permission form came home. We have been budgeting for this trip as it is an overnight trip that costs more than your average bus-fare-there-and-back excursion.
The cost isn't due for a couple more weeks and I'm the mom who typically sends dues in the day prior.
Last night and the night before, my oldest had asked me if we could go ahead and send the money and the forms to his homeroom teacher.
This is out of his typical character.
In the past, he has never prodded for anything outside of what he knows is expected for our financial situation and our normal routine with things.
I never asked him why he wanted me to send it it early.
This was one of those moments when you don't need to know the 'why' because the one delivering the question has already said so much by the abnormality of the inquiry.
You just know.
Because you're his mom.
You're his cheerleader.
You're his angel in disguise.
My little guy had some therapy today.
We visited with family and we took a trip to the mall.
One more stop.
The most dreaded yet the most important.
This trip requires some medical forms that puts me in a building that my youngest associates with discomfort.
The doctor's office.
The stress beads were already forming along my hairline and we were still 5 miles away.
I had to do it.
Would I tell my oldest what mommy went through to get those two sheets of paper?
Would I share with him the way his little brother flung himself in the floor 4 times before we even got to the receptionist?
Would I explain how much I dread going in there because my toddler tries to run away and I have to hold him down?
Would I reiterate how people stare at me as I'm trying to calm my anxious and overstimulated son?
This wasn't about me or my 3 year old.
This was about doing the hard thing because my 9 year old goes along without a hitch.
He's caring and giving and his momma wanted him to give something for nothing.
A moment when you thank God for the strength and discernment to hopefully shine a little light on my son's path in life.
Thursday, October 13, 2006
Inspiration and Independence
Some time ago I decided that I would not let myself be inspired by others.
I didn't wake up one morning and say to myself, "You know what, self? I'm done with getting inspiration from people. I'm putting a veil over my heart and that's that."
This was a gradual process; one that you don't realize until you need to be inspired.
The longing.
My momma always said I was an independent kid.
I'm not sure why God chose to weave me that way, but it has been an advantage. It has also been an impairment.
Through deaths, parental divorce(s), and disillusioned preachers (please note that this is in highest regard to God's Word being "rightly divided" rather than taken out of context and the spiritual harm of the latter)... My best guess at the result of my being uninspired is the fact that we have all sinned and fallen short of the glory of God (Romans 3:23).
There is a blessing and burden of being a sinful creature.
Knowing that we all have a wicked heart (Jeremiah 17:9), how can we truly look at one another and see good?
"But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against these things!"(Galatians 5:22-23)
Because of the cross. Because God is alive. Because He sent the Holy Spirit.
When we believe that our righteousness is equal to that of what the Bible says is
"filthy rags" (Isaiah 64:6), then God's love is magnified.
The Holy Spirit is a FREE gift.
So, what does spiritual fruit have to do with inspiration?
Why can I be inspired be the fallible human?
I can be inspired my the mom that, despite the death of her young son, continues forward in faith.
Or, the momma who's son is deployed overseas yet still finds the strength to help other women through her passion of dancing.
Even the mother with 3 young boys (2 of which are toddler twins) and she still serves the Lord with a smile.
I want to encourage you to be inspired by someone today. Let them know about it!
Now, it's your turn.
Ask God to strengthen your weak places.
Remove the superficial veil from your heart and let Him do His perfect work.
Let go and let God.
Please read Ephesians Chapter 3 and be blessed!
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Plans
We all have some idea of where we are going in life.
We have hopes, dreams, and ambitions.
They all look different to each of us.
When you are a mother to a child with special needs, you advocate a plan for your child.
In the world of special needs, this is called an "Individualized Education Plan" or IEP.
An IEP is developed and implemented through the parent and other people whom are involved in the progress of your child's learning and capabilities.
These include (but are not limited to) speech therapists, occupational therapists, physical therapists, and teachers.
These people form a team.
This team meets together, sets goals, and checks progress; all for the glory of... well, we will get to that in a minute.
Just recently (like in the past few days), God reminded me of a very important scripture that I was leaving out of the mothering of my son with ASD/SPD.
In my mind, which translated to my actions, I had things out of order.
God's word should be applied to every facet in our lives.
It's all God's. Nothing is off limits.
Let's look at what the Creator and Sustainer of all things says about our plans:
"We can make our plans,
but the Lord determines our steps." (Proverbs 16:9)
When we are yielded to His word and His plans, life goes much more smoothly.
Our anxious thoughts and actions are succumbed by the peace of knowing and believing that He is in control.
My son's IEP includes a stack of papers that outline his team's plans for him.
There are many of those pages that have my signature. This represents my inclusion as his mother and my determination that my son will meet the goals outlined.
These pages carry a weight of expectancy.
It's heavy and cumbersome.
Wait. This wasn't right.
I remembered what Jesus said:
"For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” (Matthew 11:30)
Here, all of these good-intentioned plans had been made for my son, yet we left the most important Person out of the equation!
When I realized my error, I felt His yoke rest upon my shoulders.
That sweet peace that is incomprehensible to man (Philippians 4:7).
Here I was wrestling with a man made agenda for my son. (Philippians 4:6)
Some days I found it hard to just breathe because I forgot about the One that gave him breath and life.
Are you facing a decision today?
Whatever it is, submit your plans to His plans and receive the abundant peace that He freely gives.
We can make our plans, but the Lord determines our steps. (Proverbs 16:9)
Monday, September 19, 2016
Type A
Hi. I'm Laura and I'm a recovering Type A.
If you're not familiar with this personality trait, here's a quick rundown of the traits that I was most affected by:
-Perfectionism
-Order
-The need to perform a task at the highest capacity of understanding
-Not starting a task or feeling completely overwhelmed and incapable if each step is not fully understood (see perfectionism)
-Judgmental attitude
-PERFECTIONISM
SO, I'm hoping you get the picture here.
First, I want to empathize with those who have these same traits.
It's ok!
You're not defunct.
You may sometimes feel as though you are suffering from a disease; a disease that is both a blessing and a curse.
God made you to be a counterpart to those with opposing personalities.
You can and should work together!
Now, as I feel like an outsider looking in, I can see the beauty in God's sense of humor.
Yes, please allow yourself to see the humor in Personality A v. Personality B.
God references the need for His people to get along at all costs for His glory.
Romans 12:8 sums it up nicely:
"If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all."
As wonderful as you are fearfully made (Psalm 139:14, Genesis 1:27), we should be able to appreciate everyone.
The family of God is a marvelous thing.
We all bring something to the banquet table. This allows us to feast off of the wisdom of the elders and consume the fearless love of the young.
Type A, Type B, and everywhere in between; God made you special.
Be blessed!
If you're not familiar with this personality trait, here's a quick rundown of the traits that I was most affected by:
-Perfectionism
-Order
-The need to perform a task at the highest capacity of understanding
-Not starting a task or feeling completely overwhelmed and incapable if each step is not fully understood (see perfectionism)
-Judgmental attitude
-PERFECTIONISM
SO, I'm hoping you get the picture here.
First, I want to empathize with those who have these same traits.
It's ok!
You're not defunct.
You may sometimes feel as though you are suffering from a disease; a disease that is both a blessing and a curse.
God made you to be a counterpart to those with opposing personalities.
You can and should work together!
Now, as I feel like an outsider looking in, I can see the beauty in God's sense of humor.
Yes, please allow yourself to see the humor in Personality A v. Personality B.
God references the need for His people to get along at all costs for His glory.
Romans 12:8 sums it up nicely:
"If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all."
As wonderful as you are fearfully made (Psalm 139:14, Genesis 1:27), we should be able to appreciate everyone.
The family of God is a marvelous thing.
We all bring something to the banquet table. This allows us to feast off of the wisdom of the elders and consume the fearless love of the young.
Type A, Type B, and everywhere in between; God made you special.
Be blessed!
"The family of God is a marvelous thing.
We all bring something to the banquet table. This allows us to feast off of the wisdom of the elders and consume the fearless love of the young." -Laura Hurd
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
It's Fine Not To Be Holy
October 24, 2016, I will have been a born again Christian for twelve years.
It's easy to count one's days by the gray hairs that have crowned their head, but to count the growth of and maturity of a Christian is quite another.
I have learned in these 12 years with God being my Father, that I always need to learn the hard way.
Apparently, my own ways don't work and so He lovingly corrects me through trials. Huh, go figure!
About a quarter of the way through in my Christian walk, I started attending a church that, at first, was unbelievable to me. It was a small country church filled with real people who seemed to love God so much! The preacher had a lot of good life stories to go along with his messages each Sunday and I felt like a fire had been ignited in my soul.
Each Sunday morning, night, and Wednesday night I looked forward to getting to church to see and feel the Holy Spirit move through the congregation.
There was never a service that there wasn't crying, shouting, hand clapping, hand waving, or earnest prayers at the alter.
I thought I had struck gold!
A little time went by and I was really digging in.
I was getting up early each morning to read my Bible. I also made sure I was prayed up before I walked out of my door. You know- "putting on the whole armor of God". I'm the type of person who takes things pretty literal. When someone says this is how you do it, then for me, there's no other way. This is how it is!
Fast forward several months.
Now, let's just say that when God wants to teach people a lesson, He has His own way of going about things.
Strange circumstances arose within that church that directly affected our family.
So much so that it caused tremendous pain and in the end, divorce.
Now, I'm not blaming "the church" for this life event, however, the truth is that goings-on were directly related to it.
Now, Praise God for His redeeming quality because He IS faithful and He grew me up through all of that!
My pastor now has spoken several times from the pulpit about the burden of works and having a legalistic mindset.
This always hits home with me!
Undoing the theology of legalism is not an easy task. When ones heart is molded by these ideals, it's definitely a hard habit to break. Living under the burden of fear is heavy and it literally steals your faith in God. There's a certain a sense of the absence of love because the fear of God consumes any ability to see outside of what you're doing to please Him.
Thankfully, I am still learning what a loving God I have. He's my own and I am under no obligation to make Him aware of all of the "good" things I am doing.
Being a stay at home mom has truly taught me that my holiness is not based on me checking off my to-do list of religious activities.
What I am in awe of is the fact that I can pack my sons lunch for school, get him there, pick him up, work on his homework with him and feed the kids dinner and THAT is holy!
It's still NOT about what I'm doing.
It's all about what He has already done, at the cross, FOR ME.
His word becomes refreshing and alive when I submit to His truth that I am saved by grace and not by my works.
I can rest and do life with the sense of freedom from religion.
As I have stepped outside of fear and learned just how much my Father loves me, it makes me love Him that much more.
Now, I can serve Him in True fashion!
It's easy to count one's days by the gray hairs that have crowned their head, but to count the growth of and maturity of a Christian is quite another.
I have learned in these 12 years with God being my Father, that I always need to learn the hard way.
Apparently, my own ways don't work and so He lovingly corrects me through trials. Huh, go figure!
About a quarter of the way through in my Christian walk, I started attending a church that, at first, was unbelievable to me. It was a small country church filled with real people who seemed to love God so much! The preacher had a lot of good life stories to go along with his messages each Sunday and I felt like a fire had been ignited in my soul.
Each Sunday morning, night, and Wednesday night I looked forward to getting to church to see and feel the Holy Spirit move through the congregation.
There was never a service that there wasn't crying, shouting, hand clapping, hand waving, or earnest prayers at the alter.
I thought I had struck gold!
A little time went by and I was really digging in.
I was getting up early each morning to read my Bible. I also made sure I was prayed up before I walked out of my door. You know- "putting on the whole armor of God". I'm the type of person who takes things pretty literal. When someone says this is how you do it, then for me, there's no other way. This is how it is!
Fast forward several months.
Now, let's just say that when God wants to teach people a lesson, He has His own way of going about things.
Strange circumstances arose within that church that directly affected our family.
So much so that it caused tremendous pain and in the end, divorce.
Now, I'm not blaming "the church" for this life event, however, the truth is that goings-on were directly related to it.
Now, Praise God for His redeeming quality because He IS faithful and He grew me up through all of that!
My pastor now has spoken several times from the pulpit about the burden of works and having a legalistic mindset.
This always hits home with me!
Undoing the theology of legalism is not an easy task. When ones heart is molded by these ideals, it's definitely a hard habit to break. Living under the burden of fear is heavy and it literally steals your faith in God. There's a certain a sense of the absence of love because the fear of God consumes any ability to see outside of what you're doing to please Him.
Thankfully, I am still learning what a loving God I have. He's my own and I am under no obligation to make Him aware of all of the "good" things I am doing.
Being a stay at home mom has truly taught me that my holiness is not based on me checking off my to-do list of religious activities.
What I am in awe of is the fact that I can pack my sons lunch for school, get him there, pick him up, work on his homework with him and feed the kids dinner and THAT is holy!
It's still NOT about what I'm doing.
It's all about what He has already done, at the cross, FOR ME.
His word becomes refreshing and alive when I submit to His truth that I am saved by grace and not by my works.
I can rest and do life with the sense of freedom from religion.
As I have stepped outside of fear and learned just how much my Father loves me, it makes me love Him that much more.
Now, I can serve Him in True fashion!
What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us.A.W. Tozer
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Clutter and Chaos
I had just finished a bowl of cereal for supper. I placed my bowl to the side and opened my book to read.
I was trying to get in a few more pages while my youngest son was preoccupied with a toy.
Just before I dove into the pages for a brief moment of escape, the setting at my table jarred me.
I looked at the immediate picture in front of me and I felt God in the midst.
The longer I work as a stay at home mom, the more I get to see God in the middle of the mess.
Instead of getting all bent out of shape at the end of my days, He has given me the ability to see the clutter for what it's really worth.
Life. Living. Caring. Tending. Choices. Investing.
•Two cups; one for coffee (refilled once) and another for a spot of tea earlier in the day.
•An open Bible of my older son's that he used to memorized a few verses.
•A cell phone from when momma recorded her son reciting those Bible verses.
•An empty bowl that could have easily compared to a four course meal this particular evening (Apple Jacks rock!).
•My current indulgence. A book by Sally Clarkson. ❤️
My first temptation was to beat myself up for not picking up after myself.
Brief seconds passed as the Holy Spirit reminded me of my motherhood.
He gave me peace and I was able to see this beauty staring at me as I took a deep breath.
It's still early for this momma.
Bedtimes will come and so will time to clean.
Until then, I will enjoy my job and remember that life isn't meant to be lived in a box.
I was trying to get in a few more pages while my youngest son was preoccupied with a toy.
Just before I dove into the pages for a brief moment of escape, the setting at my table jarred me.
I looked at the immediate picture in front of me and I felt God in the midst.
The longer I work as a stay at home mom, the more I get to see God in the middle of the mess.
Instead of getting all bent out of shape at the end of my days, He has given me the ability to see the clutter for what it's really worth.
Life. Living. Caring. Tending. Choices. Investing.
•Two cups; one for coffee (refilled once) and another for a spot of tea earlier in the day.
•An open Bible of my older son's that he used to memorized a few verses.
•A cell phone from when momma recorded her son reciting those Bible verses.
•An empty bowl that could have easily compared to a four course meal this particular evening (Apple Jacks rock!).
•My current indulgence. A book by Sally Clarkson. ❤️
My first temptation was to beat myself up for not picking up after myself.
Brief seconds passed as the Holy Spirit reminded me of my motherhood.
He gave me peace and I was able to see this beauty staring at me as I took a deep breath.
It's still early for this momma.
Bedtimes will come and so will time to clean.
Until then, I will enjoy my job and remember that life isn't meant to be lived in a box.
Friday, June 3, 2016
A Poem About Job Loss
Nourished bodies living off of PB & J, noodles, and chef boy r d.
The next step we make could be a catastrophe.
Praying for guidance, relief, and hope.
Oh, thank God, someone dropped off some soap.
Days turn to weeks and weeks into months.
I would kill for a Big Mac for lunch.
Some sweet soul dropped off food on the steps.
These saints from our church make our family feel so very blessed.
Calls to job openings and more dead ends.
Lord, you have provided so far, you are truly a Friend.
Stressed out parents and kids who do without.
Seriously though, I think I'm going to shout.
Looking for answers and questioning God.
He never promised this life wouldn't be hard.
The heat pump goes out and then the water line busts.
Oh, Father, please please help us.
A degree gone to waste and money down the drain.
Who knew going to college would cause such pain?
Faith in degrees never meant to save.
God is an accountant in which we can be brave.
A light shining through as an interview takes place.
I will never forget that look on his face.
He got the job and the money was right.
We both didn't sleep a wink that night.
Hope filled the air and tears stained our cheeks.
I don't know if I could have made it one more week.
Our pastors sermon was what sealed the deal.
We knew what God was asking us to do was for real.
Obedience to Him was what it took.
A step of faith and a frightened look.
All to bring redemption for our family.
An experience for sure, but mostly, our testimony.
The next step we make could be a catastrophe.
Praying for guidance, relief, and hope.
Oh, thank God, someone dropped off some soap.
Days turn to weeks and weeks into months.
I would kill for a Big Mac for lunch.
Some sweet soul dropped off food on the steps.
These saints from our church make our family feel so very blessed.
Calls to job openings and more dead ends.
Lord, you have provided so far, you are truly a Friend.
Stressed out parents and kids who do without.
Seriously though, I think I'm going to shout.
Looking for answers and questioning God.
He never promised this life wouldn't be hard.
The heat pump goes out and then the water line busts.
Oh, Father, please please help us.
A degree gone to waste and money down the drain.
Who knew going to college would cause such pain?
Faith in degrees never meant to save.
God is an accountant in which we can be brave.
A light shining through as an interview takes place.
I will never forget that look on his face.
He got the job and the money was right.
We both didn't sleep a wink that night.
Hope filled the air and tears stained our cheeks.
I don't know if I could have made it one more week.
Our pastors sermon was what sealed the deal.
We knew what God was asking us to do was for real.
Obedience to Him was what it took.
A step of faith and a frightened look.
All to bring redemption for our family.
An experience for sure, but mostly, our testimony.
Thursday, June 2, 2016
Perspective Mothering
You will have days when you feel like you have accomplished much. Then, there will be days like, well, today.
A day where you find yourself not really knowing what's happening.
Your toddler is pretty much ruling the roost, it's 1:00 p.m., and you're on your third cup of coffee.
You our look around at the toys scattered about and the dishes in the sink. The toilet hasn't been scrubbed in a few days and the bathroom sink looks like you live with a bunch of guys. (and-you do-so, this is fine)
As I sat at the table I caught myself zoning out.
Really, I was zoning in.
I was was zoning in on my imperfections.
Thankfully, I caught myself before I gave me a black eye.
If I'm not careful, I can beat myself up to a point of no return.
I know what gets to me and which buttons to press.
Then, Satan likes to get some jabs in here and there.
The white flag comes out some days...long before bedtime.
What's a mom to do?
What at I like to remember is that life is never a snapshot; a still picture frozen in time.
I like to put things into perspective when I am tempted by my flesh to feel like a complete failure.
Take a step back from the moment and get a birds eye view of the situation. Think about the days leading up to where you're at. Consider the plans you have made in the coming days.
It's easy to get overwhelmed when you haven't taken time to slow down and breathe.
Give yourself some soul space.
Minutes alone with God in prayer can save you hours running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
Let God shine the light on your schedule and your mothering.
Maybe there is room for improvement.
There could possibly be areas through the week that you prepare for the following week.
Or, quite possibly, you just need some 'me' time.
Whatever it is, ask God to help you figure it out, put it in perspective, and move forward with confidence.
Be blessed!👑
A day where you find yourself not really knowing what's happening.
Your toddler is pretty much ruling the roost, it's 1:00 p.m., and you're on your third cup of coffee.
You our look around at the toys scattered about and the dishes in the sink. The toilet hasn't been scrubbed in a few days and the bathroom sink looks like you live with a bunch of guys. (and-you do-so, this is fine)
As I sat at the table I caught myself zoning out.
Really, I was zoning in.
I was was zoning in on my imperfections.
Thankfully, I caught myself before I gave me a black eye.
If I'm not careful, I can beat myself up to a point of no return.
I know what gets to me and which buttons to press.
Then, Satan likes to get some jabs in here and there.
The white flag comes out some days...long before bedtime.
What's a mom to do?
What at I like to remember is that life is never a snapshot; a still picture frozen in time.
I like to put things into perspective when I am tempted by my flesh to feel like a complete failure.
Take a step back from the moment and get a birds eye view of the situation. Think about the days leading up to where you're at. Consider the plans you have made in the coming days.
It's easy to get overwhelmed when you haven't taken time to slow down and breathe.
Give yourself some soul space.
Minutes alone with God in prayer can save you hours running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
Let God shine the light on your schedule and your mothering.
Maybe there is room for improvement.
There could possibly be areas through the week that you prepare for the following week.
Or, quite possibly, you just need some 'me' time.
Whatever it is, ask God to help you figure it out, put it in perspective, and move forward with confidence.
Be blessed!👑
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Opposites Attract
The better we understand ourselves, the better we can help our husbands understand how God made us.
I need alone time. Period.
Even if it's been a hectic week and I've only seen my husband for "hi's" & "bye's", he knows that I need time alone to recharge.
When my alone time wears thin, our time together suffers.
I'm irritable, short, and cranky; all the stuff made for irrational disagreements.
I wasn't aware of this early in our marriage.
We were spending every waking hour together.
When I wasn't with him, I was with the kids, my friends, or my family.
Over the years we both realized that my personality craves and even thrives on alone time.
I use this time to process information, pray, and seek God's will for myself and my family.
I also use this time to read or write.
He respects my role as a full time mom and my personality type.
I understand he is more people oriented and loves long conversations with his wife.
I cannot converse when my mind and soul is in knots from lack of 'me' time.
It's not selfishness. It's how God made me. It's how I function and it's nothing to be ashamed of.
We have come to respect and enjoy each other's different personalities. Looking back now, we can laugh at the learning curve we both had as we tried to figure each other out.
Now, the things that drove he and I crazy are now the very things that bring us together. They are little secrets and endearing tidbits in our love story.
Praise God that He made us all unique and a little crazy in our own ways.
Celebrate your weirdness and allow it to bring you and your husband closer today.
Be blessed!👑
I need alone time. Period.
Even if it's been a hectic week and I've only seen my husband for "hi's" & "bye's", he knows that I need time alone to recharge.
When my alone time wears thin, our time together suffers.
I'm irritable, short, and cranky; all the stuff made for irrational disagreements.
I wasn't aware of this early in our marriage.
We were spending every waking hour together.
When I wasn't with him, I was with the kids, my friends, or my family.
Over the years we both realized that my personality craves and even thrives on alone time.
I use this time to process information, pray, and seek God's will for myself and my family.
I also use this time to read or write.
He respects my role as a full time mom and my personality type.
I understand he is more people oriented and loves long conversations with his wife.
I cannot converse when my mind and soul is in knots from lack of 'me' time.
It's not selfishness. It's how God made me. It's how I function and it's nothing to be ashamed of.
We have come to respect and enjoy each other's different personalities. Looking back now, we can laugh at the learning curve we both had as we tried to figure each other out.
Now, the things that drove he and I crazy are now the very things that bring us together. They are little secrets and endearing tidbits in our love story.
Praise God that He made us all unique and a little crazy in our own ways.
Celebrate your weirdness and allow it to bring you and your husband closer today.
Be blessed!👑