I do so love the quote I added for this entry. I heard it many years ago....those that do not accept us, and are so willing to make it known...they do painfully rub us....they hurt us a bit...but, in the long run they are really polishing us....I'm stronger because of a certain experience, and I am more confident because of it as well.
In this instance I found myself...gosh, I messed up at every turn (or, I'm certain that in their eyes I did)....I gave my son a Sprite....lol...I actually laughed a bit in my head when I did...I knew that to this group that was frowned upon.....and upon hearing that crackle of the soda can open my heart leaped up into my throat knowing they are staring...they would not do this...but, as soon as that feeling surfaced I quickly squashed it. My kids are happy, they are healthy, they are intelligent, and they are kind. I'm certain a little Sprite will not diminish that. AND,BOOM God stepped in...right then and there my God knew that I was broken and felt that people were judging me....my little son piped up his voice...and he said, "well, don't we need to pray...."....ohh....a heavy sigh came from my mouth....and I immediately thanked God. Sprite, milk, or water...my son has a faithful heart...there you have it...I might actually be an ok Mom worthy of acceptance. I work hard, daily for this family....giving my son a Sprite with his dinner...it is not the end of the world....So, at each turn, when I felt like such an outsider I was ok..I was safe in my skin...and they might not know it, but, I was in prayer each moment during this encounter...praying God would just see me through...and He did....
You see, I am not perfect. I have messed up....and I do not have a picture perfect life...but, what I do have is a wonderful little family that is mine, the biggest blessing of God in my heart...and I have a happy soul....and in these instances where everyone might not accept me, I'm just getting polished.
In this instance I found myself...gosh, I messed up at every turn (or, I'm certain that in their eyes I did)....I gave my son a Sprite....lol...I actually laughed a bit in my head when I did...I knew that to this group that was frowned upon.....and upon hearing that crackle of the soda can open my heart leaped up into my throat knowing they are staring...they would not do this...but, as soon as that feeling surfaced I quickly squashed it. My kids are happy, they are healthy, they are intelligent, and they are kind. I'm certain a little Sprite will not diminish that. AND,BOOM God stepped in...right then and there my God knew that I was broken and felt that people were judging me....my little son piped up his voice...and he said, "well, don't we need to pray...."....ohh....a heavy sigh came from my mouth....and I immediately thanked God. Sprite, milk, or water...my son has a faithful heart...there you have it...I might actually be an ok Mom worthy of acceptance. I work hard, daily for this family....giving my son a Sprite with his dinner...it is not the end of the world....So, at each turn, when I felt like such an outsider I was ok..I was safe in my skin...and they might not know it, but, I was in prayer each moment during this encounter...praying God would just see me through...and He did....
You see, I am not perfect. I have messed up....and I do not have a picture perfect life...but, what I do have is a wonderful little family that is mine, the biggest blessing of God in my heart...and I have a happy soul....and in these instances where everyone might not accept me, I'm just getting polished.