Stepping out on faith and other lessons from God's Word....

Ok so it has been a few weeks since my last post and some may be wondering where I have been. Well.... I have been painting, packing, cleaning, scraping, patching walls, removing wallpaper, caulking and every other home repair I never imagined I myself capable of doing.  But in the midst of all that what I found myself doing was stepping out on faith, as I have decided to rent out my home and move to a better neighborhood with a better school district. 

There have been many, many changes going on, but let me give you a little background. My kids have been in a Christian school for the past several years, even after their father left I made sacrifices to keep them there because I wanted them at a school where God was placed in the forefront. Unfortunately, through the transition of many administrators during the years I no longer feel the presence of God at the school so needless to say we are leaving.  In any case, I have decided on a public school education for them which is part of the reason we are moving, coupled with a neighborhood I have not been happy with for some time AND the neighbor from HELL, literally. That last point is no joke and my friends and family can attest to that fact. 

Unfortunately, I sometimes have to be forced out of hurtful situations because I allow myself to be comfortable with the status quo. The status quo is never a good thing because you stop growing (although sometimes it takes me a while to figure that out).  The challenges I mentioned above are ones that have been around for awhile but I allowed them to linger until recently when a fire for change began to burn in me.  In other words I just got fed up!

Apparently getting fed up is what God wanted for me because He knows that is what works for me.  After several folks cancelled on me, I prayed and asked God for help and starting working on my house with a vengeance.  The next thing I knew I was two weeks into the project and I looked up and was amazed at all that I had been able to accomplish with God's help.  At that very moment, God's Word - Phillipians 4:13 "I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me" came alive to me in a way that it never has before.  I thought back on all the circumstances that brought me where I was, all the folks who had been placed in my life to help during the process and was so overwhelmed with emotion.  The scripture also spilled over into other aspects of my life, work and personal.  I suddenly became less fearful and now believe I am able to accomplish anything. 

I stepped out on faith and God met me where I was cause that's how He works.

Shout Outs

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Question of The Day....

A fellow divorcee posed this question to me a couple of weeks ago and it has stayed with me so I am curious to know how others feel about this.

After a divorce, why is our marital status divorced rather than single? I mean aren't we now considered single?  Why are we being singled out (pardon the pun) as divorced? What box do we fit in?

I know, I know that was more than one question, but hey those questions perplex me and I need to know....

REAL Talk about Single Parenting!

I know when I started this blog, I wanted to emphasize that divorce and single parenting are not a death sentence and how I would rise above and all that.....And here is not to say that I don't still feel that way, or that I have given up, but it is HARD! There are days I want to give up, days when I can understand how some parents have taken the easy way out and left their kids to be raised by others. And you know what??? I am not ashamed to admit that I have had those thoughts because I am human. Truth be told, I am sure there is not a parent out there, single or otherwise who hasn't entertained thoughts similar to that AT LEAST one time in their journey as a parent.   God did not intend on marriages ending in divorce, nor did He intend on one parent raising a child or children. I have to keep reminding myself that God never gives us more than we can handle and He is waiting for us to ask if for help.  He wants a RELATIONSHIP with us.  I know I cannot raise these two girls on my own, but I also know how I have been blessed just having them, no matter the circumstance.  I am constantly asking God to make parenting a smooth, natural process for me. If I am being honest I would have to stay that parenting does not come naturally for me, I have to work at it and many times I fail.  But I keep seeking God's help and I keep trying to learn from my mistakes. And in the grand scheme of it all, those are life lessons I want my children to learn. 

TGIF?

Fridays for me always start out great yet always end up with me borderline depressed.  Let me explain, at the beginning of the workday I love Fridays. I mean I am all TGIF!! Yeah - "Cheers to the freakin' weekend", no work for two days and I'm going to have some rest and some fun.  This goes on till about 5pm when I get home and realize I have nothing to do. Now when I say nothing, you know that is not really true because I have two little women wanting snacks, dinner, candy and to stay up all night.  See they have NO problem with Friday nights.  But for me Friday nights have always been downers, even when I was single and childless.  I remember back then coming to my apartment and laying on my well worn green chenille couch (sadly yes) and staying in front of the TV till around 11pm, trying to fight off the tears  and finally giving in and going to bed. I have tried to escape the feeling with visits to friend's houses for playdates for mommy and the kids or having movie night at home.  Tonight I even went to family movie night with the girls at the new church we have been visiting. We watched Disney's Tangled  (http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/tangled/), which turned out to be a cute and entertaining movie for us all - even the skater princess.  I thoroughly enjoyed myself  as well which came as a surprise because I am not big on fairy tales - the realist in me, I guess. However, as I was driving home that old familiar feeling began to creep up again and by the time I walked through my door it was there - waiting for me like a black cloud. 

After all these years, I have still not escaped it.  I have to get to the root of this! Time for me to ask my Daddy what to do. He will know what to do, He always does.

Too Long

It's been too long, way too long since I've had the urge to even think about putting a pen to paper or in this case my fingers to these keys. It's been too long, way too long since I have had a desire to share myself in this way with others.  So long in fact that I had to search this brain of mine to remember both the email address and password to even get into my blog account. How sad is that?  But today I began to get that itch again.  Some of my friends have been saying for awhile that I needed to start blogging again, but I just kept schlepping through my days with no direction.  Today for some reason, the light bulb went on, today I spoke the words aloud, "I think I am going to start blogging again". Yep I said that just out of the blue and you know when you speak things aloud that are in line with God's plan for you, He gives you confirmation.  My confirmation came less than an hour ago and in the same day I expressed my intent to begin writing again.  Almost a year ago, I submitted an article to a very popular website for single moms to be a contributing writer.  I was accepted as a writer, but did not submit any contributions other than my first article. Today I received an email from the owner of the blog wanting to use my article as part of a Mother's Day celebration week on the website! How is that for confirmation? I really don't know what it means or what the future holds in regard to me writing, but I will say this: writing energizes me and makes me feel alive.  Who doesn't want to do something that brings them to life? Did I say earlier I had just been schlepping though life? Yeah I was, but no more. 

Picture Day

Today is picture day for my 8 year old; my beautiful daughter who has entered the tomboy stage. You know the stage where she refuses to wear anything even remotely feminine like skirts, dresses or earrings. The one that requires her to constantly wear her braids in a plain old ponytail, no headbands, no cute little hair accessories, nothing. Because of her affinity for skinny jeans, plaid shirts and revamped Chuck Taylors, she has been dubbed as my skater princess. For the life of me I do not remember going thru the tomboy phase, I believe I have always been a diva.

In any case, my little skater princess had to wear a dress today because her school requires it. There was no conflict when it came to wearing the dress, but I had to force her to wear earrings and I thought she would faint when I styled her braids in a bun on top of her head. I think the style is absolutely adorable on her; she on the other hand has a different take on it. I believe her exact words to me were, “Mom, this is too formal.” Now I ask you, what in the world does an 8 year old know about formal?

When I finished “styling” her, I had to take a deep breath in. I was amazed at how quickly she is growing and becoming a young lady. I am reminded that I should just embrace the stage she is in now and enjoy these days. All too soon, I am sure she will be trying to invade my closet, my makeup and my jewelry and when that happens I will really have to remember to breath deep.