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Coffee and Superheroes

This morning, while sipping my coffee and enjoying a slow start to the day, I was only sort of paying attention to the cartoon my kids had on. The shows they watch in the morning are parent-approved and basically pretty good. They usually choose the superhero shows and watch the battle between good and evil. Today, I was struck with how they showed the superhero combating the evil ways of the villain.

The villain in the show had apparently been good “in another world”. Everyone seemed to remember that except for the villain. As the battle waged between the villain and the superhero, the hero began to talk down the villain, saying things like, “I know you were good once. I believe in you. I know you will not harm me.” He was talking down his opposition. And ultimately, he won because the villain listened just long enough to realize the superhero truly believed that his words had power behind them - power to turn a bad situation around, and to see the good that could come out of it.

The tactics that the superhero used, speaking truth into the situation with the villain,
hold true for us, too, as Christians.

In II Corinthians 10:3-5, Paul says -

For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.

When we battle tough situations, or attacks of the Enemy, our combat is not supposed to look the same as those who do not know Jesus. That means when we face situations where the Enemy is trying to destroy us, we need to respond differently. Maybe we need to step out in faith, or at least not cower in fear. Maybe we need to speak truth into the situations where we are struggling - God’s Truth.

We need to realize that as a follower of Christ, we are now a target for attacks by the Enemy. Satan does not want to see us on God’s side. He does not want our lives filled with the power of the Holy Spirit. He does not want our hearts and minds transformed by God’s Word. And so He is coming for us - He is out to attack us where he can.

How do you combat the attacks? The Bible gives us a very clear plan of how to stand against the devil.

Ephesians 6:10-17, again, from Paul -

Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.

I like how this passage says, “so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground….” To me, (and this is just my opinion) this indicates that we won’t get attacked immediately, or constantly. We may not be in a battle right now, but…it’s coming. That’s what I take out of that particular section.

BUT - our armor needs to be on already. Do you see that? “Put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes….” We aren’t supposed to wait for battle and then get ready; we’re supposed to be prepared in advance.

The passage goes on to describe the armor in detail, giving us an understanding of why each piece is important. I’ve heard many different pastors and speakers point out that the only part of this weapon that is for going on the offensive is the sword of the Spirit - the word of God - the Bible. We are to be prepared and covered in the full armor of God, but apparently we are not just supposed to stand there and take the attacks. We have the word of God to speak truth into the situation, to wage war with the enemy.

To wage war, you have to know your weapon, inside and out. Consider a soldier who uses a gun in battle - that soldier knows how to dismantle the weapon, how to clean it, what type of bullets it uses - he knows everything about his weapon. Why? Because he has spent time with it. He has had it in pieces, and then put it together as a whole. He has inspected every available spot to make sure nothing will hinder his use of the weapon. He has trained with it, specifically for combat situations so that he knows exactly what will happen and does not need to have a fear of using his weapon in the midst of battle. He is prepared. He knows his weapon as though it were an extension of his person.

So, here’s the important question: Are you ready? Are you ready for when the attack comes? Have you put on the full armor of God? Have you prepared with your weapon as the soldier has? Paul is very clear - our struggle is not against flesh and blood - it is not of this world. It is a spiritual struggle and we have all of the protection that we need, along with the only weapon we need.

Dear friend, are you ready? Maybe you need to step back and re-evaluate your battles, knowing that while they seem bound in things of earth, they are really a spiritual fight for your soul. Maybe you need to prepare in advance and choose today to clothe yourself with the armor of God so that when your battle comes, you are prepared. And maybe you need to check your weapon. Clean it off, open it up, learn what’s inside of it, so that when the attack comes against you, you are already prepared.

Just like the superhero in the cartoon my kids watched,
let’s be prepared to speak truth into our battles -
God’s Truth!

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Jumping In With Both Feet

For a couple years, I have blogged on and off about small, family matters. I never really tried to do much with my writing for many reasons, but mostly because our children required a lot of my time. Recently, I shared a dream with my husband, related to my writing, and he encouraged me to be brave, follow that dream, and jump in with both feet. While I may have gotten there eventually, it was really his encouragement that gave me the boost I needed to go ahead and get this blog started, and begin the steps to pursuing my dream.

So today, while this blog is still very young and new, I’d like to take just a couple minutes to acknowledge that I’m here today, at this blog, because of his encouragement. He’s a lot more brave about trying new things - whether it’s food, a ride at the amusement park, or a blog - than I am. He encourages me to try many more new things than I would ever try on my own!

Tim makes sure I have good coffee to start my day. As a homeschooling mom to our 3 children, the coffee is a great way to start my day! He also makes sure I have some quiet time each evening to rest, or unwind, or - as is the case these days - to write. Since he’s out to work all day, he enjoys the time each evening to hang out with the kids, help with piano practice, and read to them before they go to bed.

Tim encourages my creativity in various forms, and makes sure I take time to pursue things that interest me. I’m blessed by his support and encouragement, and I’m here at this blog now, sooner than I had anticipated being here, because of his support. I realize not everyone has the same support or encouragement from their spouse, and it’s something that I don’t take for granted.

So, Tim, here we go - I’m jumping in with both feet! I know that whatever happens, you will be proud, and your support and encouragement are inspirational. Thank you! I love you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My Oxygen Mask

A little over a year ago, I began purposely taking time for myself - wearing my “oxygen mask” so that I could be a better wife and mother to my family. I never would have guessed how tenaciously I would cling to this change.

mugIt started with giving myself permission to finish my coffee…while it was still hot. That one, simple gesture worked so well and gave me the courage to try to make a few other changes in my life. It was the first step in moving past the shock of an actual diagnosis for our son and reclaiming my own spot in my own life.

A key element in catching my breath, putting on my oxygen mask, and appreciating my own value in life was to schedule free time for myself. As I made our family’s schedule each month, I was careful to keep some time open. Maybe it was once a week, maybe it was one weekend a month, maybe it was more sporadic, but that free time was soothing to my heart. In the beginning, I didn’t always know what to do with my time, so I would just sit and watch 30 minutes of TV. That was probably the best thing I could have done. It was mindless, yet the intentional choice of sitting down to rest helped me clear my head and regain some of myself.

Another change that falls into my “oxygen mask” category is that I learned to knit. I’m still just knitting scarves, but it’s amazing how therapeutic it is. My hands keep busy, my mind focuses on the knitting, and not on the many issues at hand. I now get together once a week to knit with some friends. Knitting, laughter, friends - the perfect combination!

When I stopped running - running to the next thing I was convinced I had to do, or running from my fear of failure - and was able to just be still, a wonderful thing happened. God showed up. No, that’s not true. He was always there. Rather, I started hearing Him more. My body was still, my head was still, and my heart was still. And in the stillness, I could hear God.

I could hear His wonderful reminders that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I could hear that He knew and understood my fears, my frustrations, my shortcomings, my longing for something more. The wonderful thing about hearing God is that we hear someone who truly loves us - someone who wants to help us take care of ourselves so that we can care for those who need us. After all, He took time to go away to be by Himself while He was here on Earth. When we make time to stop and to be still, we can know that He is God (Psalm 46:10).

strawberry heartThere are other changes that have happened and still others that I’m beginning to work on. This business of creating time for yourself in a world that so desperately wants to take our time is quite refreshing. Many times at church, we’ve used a phrase that has really gotten into my heart. We don’t want to be a church that does everything, yet does it half-heartedly because we feel so stretched. Rather, we want to be a church that does a few things and does them well. It’s the same in my life - I don’t want to do everything in life. For awhile, I thought I did, but I don’t. I want to do a few things and do them well. With excellence.

Resting - intentionally choosing to take time for myself - has helped me find more of what I want to do, and less of what I feel I need to do. The oxygen mask analogy - because as a parent, we have to take care of ourselves in order to help those who depend on us.

What intentional changes can you make in your own life, no matter how small, that will help you be refreshed and renewed as you care for others? How can you put on your oxygen mask to care for yourself before you care for others? Because you are worth it. You know that, don’t you? You - YOU - are worth it!

 

 

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Telling My Story in Photos

I’ve been following Jenny’s blog for some time now. I just recently thought to find her blog on Facebook. She’s hosting a photo link-up this week, with 5 prompts for photos -
1. Your morning routine
2. The contents of something you carry around on a frequent basis
3. Something you pass daily that you have never taken a picture of
4. Your happy place
5. Someone who makes you smile.
I thought this sounded fun so I got to thinkin’ and snappin’! You’ll find my photos for these 5 prompts, below.
First - my morning routine. Coffee & my devotions. It’s important to me to start the day focused on the right things. Devotions each morning help with that.
Second - the contents of something I carry regularly. This is the bag I take with me to my son’s therapy each week. And this is what’s currently in it - 4 pens, someone’s piece of “gold”, sunglasses, a hair clip, scarf I’m knitting for my daughter, Excedrin Migraine, a small part to a Transformer, and Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts (if you haven’t read it yet, do!)
Third - something I pass daily but hadn’t taken a picture of. Our bed. Last Christmas, we added the white lights around the headboard. The kids love it and so we’ve kept them up to enjoy year-round.
Fourth - my happy place. We had a great time on our vacation to the Outer Banks over Spring Break. We saw a lot of things and had so much fun with the kids! We particularly enjoyed it because it was so quiet while we were there.
And finally - someone who makes me smile. Tim & I are coming up on 13 years of marriage and I love, love, love him!
Thanks, Jenny, for a great idea. It’s so much fun to document different parts of life! Have a great weekend, everyone!
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Coffee

Any coffee lovers out there? Yes? Me too!

Or maybe, coffee’s not your ‘cup of tea’? It’s ok, you can keep reading, as this isn’t really about coffee. It’s about love.

I am a coffee lover - I love the bold, strong taste and love waking up to a big, hot mug of coffee lovingly prepared by my husband. Usually one cup a day would be enough to get me going. Occasionally, 2 cups would be necessary (and by cups, we’re not talking dainty mugs - more along the lines of a substantial mug or a travel mug). Even so, I drink far less coffee than many of my other coffee-loving friends.

And now, I drink even less. No, I’ve not intentionally stopped drinking it. Quite the opposite, actually.

3 weeks ago today, I got a stomach bug. It turned out to be a 24-36 hour bug. I went to bed feeling well Monday night, and then in the wee hours of Tuesday, that all changed. It’s tough when Mom’s sick. I thought we’d be able to swing it without my husband having to take a day off of work, but that was not the case. It was one of those “Mommy is *really* sick” days. Sigh.

Usually I rebound moderately well from a sickness because I just don’t have time to be sick and so I don’t get sick in the first place - mind over matter, right? I’m back to my typical food consumption within about 12 hours after getting over sickness - same for my coffee-drinking.

Except this time.

It’s been 3 weeks since I’ve been able to drink a full cup of coffee. I don’t believe the coffee made me sick - I think it was just as wonderful as every other day I drank it.

That’s not the point of this post, though. That’s the background (which is likely to be longer than the part I want to get to).

My husband, knowing my love of coffee, has been trying to help me by making a cup of coffee now that I can tolerate the *thought* of coffee again. Yes, my aversion was so great that I couldn’t tolerate the *thought* of coffee. No, I’m not pregnant.

For the past week, he’s been making a cup for me every day or so, along with a cup of Suisse Mocha which I *can* tolerate. I’d take a sip of coffee and then throw it out. One sip one day led to two sips on day two. That led to four sips a few days later.

I’m still dumping the coffee in favor of the Suisse Mocha, but I’m grateful that my husband’s love extends to something so simple as trying to help me get back to my love of coffee.

After 3 weeks, I’m feeling like a lost cause in the coffee department. Tea doesn’t seem strong enough & hot chocolate is ok, but doesn’t really cut it overall. When I need a little help in the caffeine department, some Coke usually does the trick. I miss my coffee, though! I’m grateful that my husband keeps trying - he really makes some wonderful coffee - but I’m starting to feel like a coffee-drinker who’s lost my way!

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