Button-Poppin’ Proud

We look at the children God has given us

By birth, adoption or marriage

And we stand in awe

Thoughtful

Kind

Smart

God-honoring

People

Why were we chosen to love these?

How were we so blessed?

And where did the chubby hands and faces go?

The sibling rivalry?
(I sure don’t miss that)

The toothless grins and grubby feet?

Where did they go?

They now reside in tiny little bodies called

Grandchildren!

There’s nothing like your children crying out for Mama in the middle of a scary moment

And there is nothing like a grandchild squealing with delight when you walk into the room

Melts my heart

So

Now the kids are grown and have children of their own

What’s a Mama to do?

I love being Nana

But I’m still Mama

I want my children to know that I will ALWAYS be Mama

Even when they are old and grey

And I am older and purple :)

I want them to know that I will always be their biggest fan

The loudest cheerleader

The softest shoulder

And their greatest defender

I want them to know that I don’t say these things to make me sound like the Mother of the Year

I say them because

Forever and Always

I Love You

Intentional Living

I want to live now

Intentionally

With Purpose & Passion

I intend to start

Soon

There are so many things I want to do

So many projects I want to start

(and finish)

Piles of books to read

Many things to try

Sights to see

Yet

Here I sit

Stymied

Stuck

The books gather dust

The material sits uncut

The pattern in the package

The words still in my head

The world still far away

The projects left undone

Why?

Because I’m afraid

Afraid of the unknown

Afraid of failure

Afraid of rejection

Afraid of accomplishment

Did I just say that?

Accomplishment??

Why would that be scary?

If I accomplish reading a book what would happen?

I would be accountable for what I had learned!

If I accomplished sewing a dress

I might be called upon to do it again!

If I accomplished making a meal

I might decide I like to cook

And I might have to do it again

And for strangers!

If I accomplished writing my thoughts

What would happen?

People would know just how weird my thinking really is!

I need to decide what my Purpose and Passion truly is

What I want to be when I grow up

When you have Purpose and Passion

Nothing can stop you from reaching forward

No fear is big enough to stop you

Living Intentionally

Begins

Colossians 3:23

Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people.

Why Not?

In our Thirty One business

They ask us to state our why

Why did you join Thirty One?

When I started out one year ago

My why was pretty simple

I wanted a little extra cash to spoil my grandchildren

And Thirty One came through

A little extra cash each month

A birthday gift

Ice cream

Or striped tights

All without coming out of the main budget

Nice

But now

It’s all changed

My why has been evolving

Lately I’ve wanted a little extra cash to pay for conference

And then

I wanted to put a new rag top on the convertible

And new floor in the kitchen

But even that has changed

Just today

I still want to pay for conference

But now

I want to help my husband have a trip of a lifetime

With the man he respects more than anyone

His dad

Dad Napier has the opportunity to return to Korea

Not as a soldier

But as a civilian

He wants to see the hill he stood on

Fought for

Marched on

The land on which friendships were made

Lives were lost

Hearts broken

Young boys afraid

Some returning

Some remaining

All changed forever

Another page in the story of Dad Napier’s life

84 years old and still anticipating more pages in his life’s story

Willing to keep the chapters rolling

Willing to let those pages be revisited

Not closing the book

You’ve got to respect that!

So for now

My why has changed

A trip of a lifetime

Comes at great cost

Passports and plane tickets

All necessary

My why is now my why not

Why not get his passport?

Why not plan their trip?

Why not get his ticket?

For two men who mean the world to me

The rag top can wait

The kitchen floor can wait

But this trip

This chance for father and son to walk in a strange and foreign land

It can’t wait

It’s time is now

My Firstborn Daughter

Twenty-six years ago

A beautiful

Dark haired

Blue eyed

Bundle of love

Came into our lives!

This child for which we had prayed

This little sister for big brother to protect

Our Princess had arrived

We were in love

She was perfect in every way

A doll to dress and photograph

She grew so fast, it seemed

I can still remember watching her toddle around

She always wanted to help

Always had a wash cloth or napkin in her hand

Wanting to clean up messes

Real or imagined

Her long, long blonde hair

‘Most always in a braid

Flying behind her as she ran or rode her bike

She loved to swim

Play barbies and skate

She hated to be photographed

A lot of the pictures of her are with her hand in front of her face

A beautiful soul with a beautiful smile

I’m glad she outgrew that NO PHOTO stage!

Now she is a wife and mommy

How did that happen?

I can still remember

Her riding her trike

Her first day of school

Birthday parties with giggly girls

Eating cake and doritos

Drinking soda and koolaid

Playing games in the front room

I’m sure they are still there

I hear them laughing

No

Just my memories

Good ones

Thank You, God for memories

You knew how fast the time would fly

Thank You for my baby girl

Thank you, Sara

For giving this mommy so much joy

Thank you for making me a better mommy

Thank you for being not only my daughter

But

My friend

I love you now and forever

Happy Birthday

Be Blessed and Be a Blessing!

(you are!)

Love, Mama

Sara Collage

WHAT’S Your Hurry?!

Confession

I am tired of Winter!

It’s cold

It’s dreary

It should be over

sigh

But all that aside

When I got up this morning and realized church was cancelled

Because of the ICE and SLEET

I grumbled

Loudly

I didn’t want to miss church

I didn’t want to miss the relevant Word that we would consume together

I wanted to see friends

Give hugs

Receive hugs

I didn’t want to be cooped up…again!

But then

I opened up the kitchen window curtains as I made breakfast

And there it was

Peace

Watching tiny flakes of snow swirling to the ground

Gave me a sense of Peace

And I stood there for a bit

And breathed

And smiled

And relaxed

Even tho I am tired of Winter

I  enjoyed those tranquil moments

My mind went immediately to an episode of Andy Griffith

The one where the traveling preacher “rushed” through town

His sermon of the day was “What’s Your Hurry”!

Slow down

Enjoy the journey

Relax in the peace and quiet

Take in a band concert

Make homemade ice cream

Enjoy some fresh baked cookies

Work a puzzle

Read a book

And

Watch out the window at the falling snow

Secure in the love of our heavenly Father

Find Peace in our circumstance

Spring WILL come

Winter won’t stay forever

Rest in that fact

Ecclesiastes 3:1-3

New Living Translation (NLT)

A Time for Everything

3 For everything there is a season,  a time for every activity under heaven.
2 A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest.
3 A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to build up.

But, She Has Purple Hair!

She walks into the room and wonders

Will they ignore me?

Will they laugh at me?

Will they reject me?

She goes to class and wonders

Will they like me?

Will they talk to me?

Will they snub me?

She walks into a church and wonders

Will they accept me?

Will they scorn me?

Will they hurt me?

Who is this she?

She is the woman next to you in line

She is your Mother

Your sister

Your teacher

Your supervisor

Your neighbor

Your friend

She is every woman reading this

How do I know?

Because

She is

Me

It doesn’t seem to matter how confident we may appear

Inside

We are little girls

Longing for acceptance

Friendship

Validation

Love

My challenge to each of us today is this

When you walk into that room or class or church

Remember

It is full of women just like you

Be the first to make eye contact

The first to speak

The first to share

The first to reach out

And see what a difference YOU can make

Have I Got a Story For You!

Everyone has a Story

Not everyone has someone who will hear it

Everyone you come in contact with during your

Everydaywalkingaroundlife

Has a Story

And they are searching for someone to hear it

Someone to really listen

Someone to take the time to

Stop

Listen

Love

Many times I’ve sat with a grandchild in my lap

Listening to the same story

Over and over again

Listening as if for the very first time

Or visiting with an elderly friend

And hearing again and again

The same story

I’m guilty of not listening too

My children will tell you of times

Multiple times

They would tell me something

And within moments

I would ask the same question

Because truth be told

I wasn’t listening

My brain was already a million miles away

Planning the next step in my already overloaded day

You know

Motherhood

Excuses aside

I truly hope my children felt

Heard

Acknowledged

Important

Because that’s what we all want

And we want to know that this Story

Our Story

Isn’t all there is to this life

That surely there is more

And that’s where we come in

Encouraging and reminding one another

That Jesus isn’t finished writing our Story

He wants much more for us

And through us

He wants us to share our Story of His Grace in our lives

So that others will know

There IS more

So today

As you go about your

Everydaywalkingaroundlife

Be sure to

Stop

Listen

Love

And Share

Your Story for His Glory

Have I Got a Story For You!