(Over)Committed

This week, I’ve had numerous people that I care deeply for and trust immensely tell me the same thing, and I don’t even think they scheduled a secret meeting and worked it out ahead of time….

They told me I’m too busy. They told me I need to cut back. They told me I need a break.

One warned me, “I know you want to make the most out of life, but you have to be alive to live it.” One person said “Sabbath is a distant memory for you”. One just told me I was crazy.

They’re all right. I’m overscheduling and stressing myself out. I’m wasting away and I’m not able to give my all to anyone because I’m trying to give something to everyone.

Run, Randy, Run!

I've shared bits and pieces over the last year of Randal's efforts to get into shape. Since starting this journey last February, he's lost about 75 pounds -wowza! He's trained hard and has competed in several duathlons and did really well in his first season.

The sweetest gift...

I love my mom.

There, I said it. Whew! Feels good to get that off my chest.

Anyone who knows me knows I love my mom. I wrote this blog about my parents a couple of years ago, but honestly, I could do a whole series on just them. My mom has been my rock through so many rough times and has laughed and rejoiced with me in all of the good ones. She's been my confidante and my mentor and my friend. She was also my personal chef, chauffeur, and maid for 18 years of my life and still takes care of me now that I'm grown and gone. She knows me better than I know myself...the good, the bad, and the ugly (even my ugly cry)....and she loves me unconditionally anyway. She encourages me and pushes me to be a better woman every day. I am so very thankful that I was blessed with such a wonderful woman to nurture me and point me towards Christ while sharing life and having fun doing it.

Don't we look good with trophies??

Confessions from the worst mom...

I love my children with every fiber of my being. They are beautiful and miraculous and astound me every day. They make me laugh, they make me cry both happy and sad tears, and they teach me something new every day. They are the best thing I’ve ever done in my life and are living proof of the wonderful God that I serve and hope to lead them to.

But, I must admit publicly how often I question myself as a mother...and I THINK other moms do this too, though we're not great at admitting it out loud.I wish we had a better dialogue about this and about "mommy competition", but we don't so we're left to struggle with our own ideas and insecurities and, as you should know by now, I like to get those kinds of things out in the open. 

So here it is, folks....my confession that I am the worst mom. Doesn't that make you feel better about yourself? I've provided a few pieces of evidence…with much more to come as we enter new phases and ages I'm sure: