Posts tagged #Real Life

What do you do with that?

I’ll be honest with you, I really believed that our Christmas this year would look much different than it’s going to. I thought it’d be a bit louder, more sleep deprived, and we’d have one more crazy Salmon mouth to feed.  I thought that by this week, we’d be so deliriously thrilled with the newest addition to our family that no one would care about the messy house, additional noise, and little sleep. And come Christmas morning, we’d wake up and celebrate the birth of our Savior as a family of five.  And yet, the month has flown by and still no baby.

What do we do with that?

What do we do with the Christmas pajamas we got for a baby because we just really honestly believed that he’d be here by now?

What do we do with that empty nursery that has turned into a storage room for our Christmas décor boxes?

What happens when Mr./Mrs. Right doesn’t show up? Or after months of trying, those lines on the pregnancy test don’t appear? Or in the adoption/foster care world, What happens when your placement is taking months or years longer than you initially thought? What about that job you thought you’d have by now? That book you thought you’d write? The ministry you thought you’d be leading?

What do we do when our greatest desires don’t match up with our reality?

This is the hard stuff of life.

This week of Christmas, I would be lying to you if I told you that I was valiantly walking this journey with my head high and eyes dry. I’d be lying to you if I said that I wasn’t disappointed. I’d be lying to you if I told you I was handling this EXACTLY how a good Christian should (as if there is such a way).

But here’s what I know about our God. He is close to the brokenhearted, and He doesn’t expect his followers to walk hard paths in pretense, ignoring the pain. He doesn’t expect us to live with disappointment perfectly. Or just “suck it up” and “pull up our boot straps” and keep going.

Rather, our God sent His Son to live among us. To be both God and human. God with us, Emmanuel. And what exactly does that have to do with our suffering? 

Everything.

This God-child came to earth and He changed everything.

I love the story of Lazarus and how Jesus loved him and his sisters so. I love that even though Jesus could have arrived sooner to heal Lazarus, he didn’t. Sometimes when life gets difficult and I start telling God, “If you had been here, this wouldn’t/would have happened.” I remind myself of Mary and Martha and how they told Jesus, “If you’d had been here, my brother would not have died.” I love Jesus's response. He didn’t accuse them of blasphemy. He didn’t tell them how they should be feeling. He didn't tell them not to doubt Him. Rather, Jesus saw how deeply Mary hurt and Scripture clearly states, “He was deeply moved in his spirit and greatly troubled.” And so He wept. His affection for those He loved was displayed through tears. He wept.

That baby in the manger, grew up into a man who cared so deeply for the pains of His people. So much so that He wept for the ones he loved. So much so that He went onto raise Lazarus from the grave.  So much so that He would willingly give up his very life so that every wrong will one day be righted.

And when I read verses like 1 Peter 5:7 that say “Cast all your anxiety upon Him, because He cares for you.” I remember the way Jesus cared for Martha and I know He cares the same for me. And when I read Psalm 55:22 and am told to cast my every burden on the Lord for he will sustain us, I know that the Jesus who sustained Martha and Mary, will also be a sustainer for me.

And I know that He will also sustain you. This low point. Your dark hour. That disappointment. The waiting. He cares for you. He cares that it hurts. He cares SO much that He sent His son to live among us, Emmanuel. 

So this week, what do we do when our desires don't match up with our reality? 

First off, we do what Mary and Martha did. We run to Him. We are honest with our feelings and our fears and our disappointments and we bring them to Jesus. All of them: the good, the bad, and the ugly. Knowing that the Savior of the world is both BIG enough to right all wrongs and COMPASSIONATE enough to care for His people, even to the point of death. Will this fix your circumstance? No. But the journey will help you learn how to trust this compassionate Savior and glorify God during the difficult paths. 

Second, we celebrate that baby in a manger. This Jesus we sing carols about isn’t some feel-good Christmas song that fixes our problems. He is Emmanuel, God with us. He is loving. He is fierce. And He will one day come again and right all the wrongs. And for that reason, regardless of our circumstances, we celebrate and we sing with eyes fixed on our great and compassionate Savior. 

Merry Christmas y'all!

Posted on December 21, 2015 and filed under Adoption, Spiritual Journey.

#RealLife: Cheerios.

RealLife Cheerios

Right now I'm sitting in a pile of cheerios. No really. I am. I was going to clean them up but then I decided to blog instead. It's like college when I was going to write my paper but instead I ate cereal and watched entire seasons of Friends. It's procrastination at its finest, mommy blogger style. I learned this new trick of the trade from my friend Sarah. Brilliant. 

Yall. This morning was chaos.

Utter chaos.

I'm not sure what happened to my children or my dog. But I blinked and an atomic bomb went off in my house. I woke up to a clean house, but now... after rounds of picking up I'm still not quite sure what happened. 

So I started taking pictures of it to make a flipagram... because I wanted to remember this. The hilarity of it all. And I was going to post it on Instagram... bc that's what i do when technically I don't have time to blog but I want to capture something before it's lost in the abyss, aka the thousands of pics/videos stored on my phone that I never see again. But then I started writing a caption... and it was forever long. And at that point I was like... what the heck... leave the cheerios on the floor, leave the toys, put some saved Jen Hatmaker HGTV episodes in the background for some inspiration to eventually clean (one day... not today), and blog on. So here I am. 

And here's my flipagram of the morning. 

I mean. Noel picking her nose. I told her to smile... and she picked her nose. Meanwhile Felicity was literally climbing our banister. You just can't make that stuff up. And although it's hard to believe, our house was 100x's messier before round 1 & 2 of clean up.

Crazy town. 

And I wanted to capture this #reallife post because... let's all be real here, our lives aren't nearly as put together as we'd like for them to be. They aren't nearly as pretty as our instagram feeds. And there is NOTHING wrong with capturing the good. I love looking back through all our photos and remembering those great memories that are highlighted and preserved via social media. But I also think, for me, it can be really healthy to show the mess. The clutter. The child picking their nose. I need to be reminded that although it can be a real pain at times... real life and all of the chaos that comes with it can also be a joy. And MOTHERHOOD has been the greatest example of that for me.

When I was pregnant I really thought my daily schedule would look differently. I thought would calmly teach my well behaved & good natured children life skills while playing fun learning games and singing songs about Jesus. My children would not even want to watch the television. I'd have a pinterest inspired learning station instead of a play room, and my kids' favorite food would be a tie between spinach and kale! Bless my poor ignorant pre-kids heart.

Yall. I'm not saying we don't try those things from time to time (except the kale. Um no. Just never). We do try to teach them life skills. We do sing them songs about Jesus and we play fun learning games. And while that is a lot of what motherhood is, it is also spilled cheerios, having your clean house wrecked in .2345234 seconds, wiping tears, and kissing boo boos. It's telling them no AND telling them YES! It's splitting up fights and finding your kids in the weirdest places (like on top of our buffet?). It's joy in the chaos and being crazy in the calm. It's doing everyday life with little sinners, and them doing it with bigger ones. 

It's REAL life.

And when I look back on all the fun "picture perfect" moments, I also want to see a shot of spilled cheerios here and there... bc I have a feeling that one day, when my house is in order and there's no little people running around... I'm going to miss my floor being covered in chaos. 

Much love,

Posted on December 10, 2014 and filed under Motherhood, Ordinary Life, Things I love---, Twinsies.

Sunday's My Monday.

Yall there are a multitude of reasons why I could be voted America's worst pastor's wife. Seriously. I'm not really sure how it happened... but last night as I laid in bed I was like... wow Brit... just wow. But instead of listing out all my many failures here and then putting my husband's job in jeopardy... I figured I'd just stick to yesterday morning (i'm not even going to touch yesterday evening... the part about me almost running out of gas... not having my wallet... trying to buy 78 cents worth of gas at a station... and leaving with $5 worth of gas... I'm just not going to go there. I can't do it quite yet.... So we'll stick to yesterday morning... ahem.). 

Ah Yesterday. I'm not really sure what went wrong or why? But all I know is that as I was running around church like a chicken with my head cut off, I had to laugh at myself and pause and think "Well holy crap. I'm a staff wife now.... I've gotta get my junk together. oh my." And let's all be honest... my initial thought might not have had the word crap in it... which might be another reason on the list against me. true story.

Well first off, baby girls and I went to the 11 o'clock service today instead of our usual 4pm. Which was awesome... except for the fact that I didn't get there til at least 11:15... And then once I got the girls checked in to Kids Life, it took me a good 20 minutes to get out of there because God bless our volunteers, they are just so great and fun to be around that I almost missed the ENTIRE service.  But I did eventually pry myself away from the fun. But something horrible happened as we were running around making our way into the service, I got a whiff of my own breath... which smelled like SALSA. 

That's right people. Salsa breath right here... because I ate chips and salsa for breakfast. Don't judge me. Sunday is my Monday. It's my The Weekend IS OVER & Daddy's Back At Work All Day... day. So sometimes it goes smoother than others... but yesterday the girls weren't napping, I was eating chips and salsa for breakfast, and the girls went through a whole closet full of clothes before church... so you do the math.  

So here I am running around the campus, salsa dragon breath, and I also realized that I'm getting a little sweaty while running around. That's odd... I'm a little young for hot flashes... So I chalked it up to running around like a headless chicken. And then it hit me... I have salsa breath AND I forgot deodorant. 

Not OK.  

Really... not cool. 

And as I was sitting there in church (once I finally made it in there at 11:30 plus a few minutes), I was thinking to myself, HOW?!! How did this happen? When did I become a mom? When did I become the girl who is ALWAYS late to everything? Who drives a minivan and rarely showers and uses dry shampoo like her life depends on it?

And when did I realize that this crazy life... full of ministry and babies and joy and chaos and snot and diapers and highs and lows and lots and lots of laughter... well this crazy life we live... I love it.

I never would have thought that I would be ok with being 30 minutes late  to church... but I am. Because that's what this season requires of me on some days. And I never would have thought that I would enjoy being a "pastor's wife," but I do. And I never would have thought that I'd love being a wife and mom... but it's one of the best things that has EVER happened to me. And the truth is, I might not be the best at any of those things (well except the late thing... I'm really awesome at being late), but I'm thankful that God has put me in these seasons because I'm being stretched and grown like I've never been before. So I'm thankful for this season, and I'm thankful that a lot of these roles do NOT come naturally to me. And I'm thankful that I have to rely on God's grace for survival... because let's all be honest here... no one likes a know it all... and I'd totally be one if I thought I had it all together. So I'm thankful that despite my inability to make it to church showered, wearing deodorant, with minty fresh breath, and on time... God still is allowing our family to be in ministry. What a blessing it is. 

Yall, I hope you are surviving your Mondays as well. :) Much love,

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