Showing posts with label perspective. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perspective. Show all posts

16 October 2008

Stressed or Blessed?

I've been feeling pretty stressed this week: Too much to do, not enough time to do it, PMS, the unexpected death of a friend, pondering NaNoWriMo, that stupid extra 15 pounds, dealing with an on-going high maintainance issue with the hubby. You know, tough stuff.

But is it? No...it's nothing. Most of my "stress" is self-imposed through overbooking myself. Once this weekend is past (concert, rehearsal, women's conference, another BIG cake, accompanying party) 90% of my stressors will be removed.

So, SO many other folk have it no where as easy as that. My friend Em, having to face life without her husband of 28 years. Unbelievable. Two other dear women who are literally trapped in an ongoing tour through Hell as they try to go to college, raise children, and engage in endless legal battles with "difficult" (and potentially dangerous) exes, as well as constant fights with their respective states for financial help.

These three ladies are in my prayers right now, night and day. And as I am praying for them, God is reminding me to count my own blessings instead of dwelling on my "stressors".

The very first thing that comes to mind is the immense blessing and peace and joy that comes from knowing I am redeemed and knowing, because of what Christ has done for me, I can boldly appeal to and trust the King of all Kings to care for me and my family. The Lord is my strength and my song! He is my protector and shield! He is my provision and joy!

Following close after is an immense thankfulness for my husband's presence in my life. Mulletman does have his faults, he is a worrier (I call him "The Pitbull" because he has trouble letting go!), he can have a bad (very bad) temper - though his temper has been, well... tempered as he's grown in Christ and as he's matured in age and experience. He also can talk a topic (particularly one that's consuming his pitbullish brain cells) to DEATH.

BUT he has never been abusive to me or the kids (unless you count really long and repetetive lectures as abusive :D ). He has never threatened us nor ever threatened to leave us. Even his long lectures are a product of his loving concern for his family. And when he does blow his top or screw up he truly is repentive afterward, not just remorseful.

He doesn't drink, use drugs or spend more time with his buds or his job than he spends with us. He is a hard worker, but not a workaholic. He ALWAYS has time for us.

He has never demanded that I go to work so we can buy/afford more stuff. Nor has he ever demanded that I stay home with the kids. He has, however, encouraged me to stay home AND done all that he could to make that feasible. He's worked very hard to provide for us and been wise with our money. He has gone out of his manly way to lift MY burdens at home by doing laundry and dishes and by insisting that the children help bless me by keeping the chores done.

He is thoughtful and romantic and sweet. He can be funny and logical and creative. He is steadfast and faithful and true and painfully honest. I feel totally secure in his love. I feel completely safe leaving Girly-Girl and Silly-Head in his care - even if he doesn't do everything the way I do it.

He doesn't just think of his own goals and wants and concerns. Instead he tries to lead us as a family to walk in God's ways. He is stubbornly and persistantly steadfast in this even when the rest of us mutiny! :D (Fear not, we're coming around!)

He puts up with Groovy's many, not-so-groovy failings and inconsistancies, and does so kindly and graciously (most of the time). In spite of our occasional tussles and struggles, the word "divorce" has never even been considered. I can say with GREAT confidence that he and I are truly together until "death us do part".

He has encouraged me to spread my wings and use my talents. He has also risked my anger by wisely telling me "No" when I was ready to dive into too much or my priorities were askew. He is the love of my life. How I praise God for so blessing me!

Today is Mulletman's birthday. He is 45 - just tapping middle-aged on the shoulder. May God grant that we grow old together always mindful of how blessed we are!

08 August 2008

It All Depends on How Ya Look at it...

Groovy has been rushing around the house doing some serious cleaning and rearranging in preparation for August company, a 50th wedding anniversary party, and a new school year. Because they have a dinner engagement for the evening, she has just finished putting the delectable crunch topping on a large pan of blueberry dessert. She is just turning to open the door to the preheated oven when...

Mulletman: (...as he breezes into the kitchen and slides to a stop.) How long will that take to bake?

Groovy: (preoccupied...Groovy's thoughts are focused on oiling the sewing machine and dusting/vacuuming the upstairs rooms before Notcon4med and Co. arrive on Monday.)

Huh? Oooooh, this? I dunno. I s'pose about an hour. ( Suddenly Groovy becomes suspicious. Mulletman seems way too interested in this bit of culinary art.) Why?

Mulletman: Well, I gotta go run some errands.

Groovy: (Trying to look interested; the stoneware pan is getting heavy!) And?

Mulletman: Well, I was thinking that if Mom would agree to watch the girls, you could come with me. Maybe we could get coffee!

Groovy: (Glancing at the clock. If they are going to stop at the library on the way to the noisy-house-with-many-young-boys, they need to leave in exactly 2 hours.) Where are you thinking of going?

Mulletman: I need to pick up a well testing kit and take the recycling and then stop by the grocery store to pick up milk and toilet paper. Oh, and if you come, we'll get coffee too and maybe price some evergreens to fill in that bald spot on the perimeter of the yard. (He smiles hopefully.) So, you think you can come?

Groovy: Um... ( Puckering up her face as considers. She really does have alot to do. The baking, the cleaning, the oiling - she was going to do those while the dessert baked. And, to top it all off, she HATES running errands and, knowing Mulletman, he's grossly underestimating how long the whole trip will take. Likely it would push them into being late for dinner. Worse yet, she'd still be stuck with doing all that cleaning tomorrow and tomorrow is already scheduled within an inch of 24. Sometimes it was wearing being married to such a needy man!)

No honey, I've got so much to do. I think I'll just stay here and get it done.

Mulletman slumps away...

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Same Scene, Different Perspective:

Groovy has been rushing around the house doing some serious cleaning and rearranging in preparation for August company, a 50th wedding anniversary party, and a new school year. Because they have a dinner engagement for the evening, she has just finished putting the delectable crunch topping on a large pan of blueberry dessert. She is just turning to open the door to the preheated oven when...

Mulletman: (...as he breezes into the kitchen and slides to a stop.) How long will that take to bake?

Groovy: (preoccupied...Groovy's thoughts are focused on oiling the sewing machine and dusting/vacuuming the upstairs rooms before Notcon4med and Co. arrive on Monday.)

Huh? Oooooh, this? I dunno. I s'pose about an hour. ( Suddenly Groovy becomes suspicious. Mulletman seems way too interested in this bit of culinary art.) Why?

Mulletman: Well, I gotta go run some errands.

Groovy: (Trying to look interested; the stoneware pan is getting heavy!) And?

Mulletman: Well, I was thinking that if Mom would agree to watch the girls, you could come with me. Maybe we could get coffee!

Groovy: (Glancing at the clock. If they are going to stop at the library on the way to the noisy-house-with-many-young-boys, they need to leave in exactly 2 hours.) Where are you thinking of going?

Mulletman: I need to pick up a well testing kit and take the recycling and then stop by the grocery store to pick up milk and toilet paper. Oh, and if you come, we'll get coffee too and maybe price some evergreens to fill in that bald spot on the perimeter of the yard. (He smiles hopefully.) So, you think you can come?

Groovy: ( Puckering up her face as considers. She really does have alot to do. The baking, the cleaning, the oiling - she was going to do those while the dessert baked. And, to top it all off, she HATES running errands and... Suddenly a realization dawns on her busy, distracted mind. The man wants to spend time alone. WITH HER. Her sweet husband is hinting that he wants an impromptu date. He has even figured out a way for instant babysitting. AND he's willing to spring for coffee. Alot of women would trade their eye teeth for a husband like that!

It's time to employ Semper Gumbi!

Decisively, she sets down the pan of blueberry crunch and turns the oven off.
)

Sure, why not? If we get running late, we'll just throw the library books in the depository bin an get new books on another day. Let's go!

And they lived Happily Ever After!

The Scene:


The Name Game (stolen from Marianne)

1.Your rock star name (first pet, current car)

Spookie Villager (oooooo. I like it!)

2. Your gangsta name (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe)
Homemade Strawberry Sneaker (Careful, homefries. I have a knife and I know how to use it!)

3. Your Native American name (favorite color, favorite animal)
Cranberry Nubian

4. Your soap opera name (middle name, city where you were born)
Lynn Willoughby

5. Your Star Wars name (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name)
Grunsh

6. Superhero name (2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
Bittersweet Coffee (throw some sugar in that, will ya?)

7. NASCAR name (the first names of your grandfathers)
Hell-ooo. Disfunctional family. I don't know my grandfathers' names!

8. Dancer name (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)
Lavender Truffle (Hey...I'm not THAT kind of dancer! snicker*giggle)

9. TV weather anchor name (your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)
Draper Detroit

10. Spy name (your favorite season/holiday, flower)
Autumn Violet (Sounds better than Day-after-Christmas Daisy!)

11. Cartoon name (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now)
Watermelon Sweater (Yes, a sweater in August...Let's not talk about it, please.)

12. Hippie name (what you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)
FruitCrunch Crabapple (*SNORT*)

13. Movie star name (first pet, first street where you lived)
Spookie Mentor-on-the-Lake