The Struggle is Real...

I've struggled this week.
This month.

Every time I turned around, there was something else.
(Yes, that is poop smeared on the red haired doll. )

Adulting is just plain difficult sometimes! Kids are just so darned forgiving when you completely fail.

The struggle is real.

Really hard to handle sometimes.

I've struggled
to find words to comfort as a sweet mama slept, so did the baby inside her, forever.

I've failed miserably
to stand on the sidelines and cheer as two loved ones make a final lap around this life as their days have been numbered and they run with endurance. When in truth all our days are numbered from our very first.

Clapping through the tears, and shouting "Well done, my friend! Well DONE!" Knowing full well that I, and so many will come undone when your final lap is complete. And it's well and good because we trust you have not been cheated of ONE day.

I've fallen to my knees
Blessing the Lord's name as I watch my friend do it, through eyes that have been clouded by a sight as fragile as glass. That when the lenses fade in time, you will have, with greater knowing, the four other senses. To feel, and smell, and taste, and hear that God is still good. Even in darkness.

Yes, the struggle is real.

Real funny
that even something as a simple bear hug and a trip to the Chiropractor, has now left me shoulder sore and  rib lame. Though nothing broken in bone, my anger at my failures has now floated to the surface like a broken ship. To the surface that as I try to cry, I cry out in pain. Even the smallest cough sends stars across my sight.

And isn't it just like God to remind me to look up in my brokenness, like a captain at sea does, to chart his course by those same stars.

Because in all of this, we are reminded that this is not our home.

Because the struggle for every one, every heart is real. Real hard. Real fun. Real funny. And real maddening. A cycle that repeats and releases just a bit more, our grip on LIFE.

There are weeks, like this one that challenge me with all that I have within me. This is one third of what I have heard and seen. One third of the other things greater, smaller and in between, but one thing I know. The God who called out the stars to shine in the sky, is calling us to Him. To see Him in the darkness, the struggles, the anger, the pain, the joys, and laughter. To see that He is the same yesterday, today and forever. And regardless of our failures or our successes, He is our biggest fan. Clapping and cheering us onward and upward.

"Well done, my child. My friend. My son. My daughter. For when you were your weakest, I was your firm foundation. When tears clouded your eyes, you were able to see me as though the Red Sea had just parted."

Faith that is sure, is faith that has been tested. Tried. Laughed and cried.

The struggle is real, my friends.

But it's worth it.

My 77 Steps...

Do you wear a FitBit? It's fun...when it works. I have "friends" on my account with FB that join in on these challenges where you walk so many steps, etc. The app on my phone updates on occasion or doesn't when it wants to. Last week it said I had  walked 77 steps. Yes, I'm a rockstar. You would want me on your team, right? Turns out the battery is going out on the Zip and it won't update to conserve energy. Lame.

Just because a "tracking device" doesn't track, does NOT mean that there wasn't progress. (I mean even the Jews traveled more on the Sabbath than 77 steps. Amaright?)  Sheesh.

However, the Lord has been good and is showing me so much about the little things that I do that aren't "tracked" or noticed. They matter. It usually isn't the big things in life that side track us, is it? But the little things that over time whittle away a chunk at a time where pretty soon the foundation is gone.

Whether the battery works or not, I desire to be faithful. To walk my steps. To fulfill my word, and to show up when that's the only thing to do. As frustrating as life gets sometimes, just show up. Walk your 77 steps or your 10,000. Be there. What you bring to this life, matters.

We saw evidence of that in DC. Yes, we still are talking about it. GO if you can. It is incredible! The men and women who founded this country...whew. They showed up and went the distance. Inspiring, and encouraging to build and rebuild a solid foundation.

(Oh, and if you go to DC...be prepared to walk a bit more than 77 steps...)

And the winner is...

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FIGHTING for GRACE in a world of impossible standards.

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I don't think I realized what I was getting into when I joined the launch team for Jen's book. I mean, I was comfortable where I was, tucked away in my small little corner of the world.

Perhaps one of my teammates said it best: Jen "didn't write a book, she wrote a community."

For the Love is one of those books that will forever be a favorite. Not just because of the uber cool cover, but the wisdom, hilarious visuals, and of course the connection you feel with her; someone who "gets" me.

 

Jen has a way with words. The kind of words that motivate and produce change. They mean something when they can do that. She is real. She is genuine and her heart that she pours into these pages is simply beautiful.

 

 

There's sage wisdom for raising kids: "Do we emphasize behavior over character? Because good behavior won't guarantee anything. If they don't love Jesus and people, it matters zero if they remain virgins and don't say the F-word. We must shepherd their hearts, not just their hemlines."

 

 

Hilarious perspective in her "Fashion Concerns" chapter that is OH SO TRUE. You NEED to read this yourself. It is totally fun stuff. In Jen fashion, "Bless."

 

 

I have laughed until I literally fell over reading this book.  Aaron followed suit. For reals. She is on point with her humor and has called the truth exactly what it is. TRUTH. I seriously could gush and gush and go on and on, but I don't have to anymore because... THE BOOK RELEASED TODAY!!!



 

 

 



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Now that I know, I've been inspired to change. Now that I have seen, I want to act differently...only no acting. Just being a Jesus girl giving and living in GRACE.

~Erin

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Vacation 1...Update

I told you I'd get back to you with photos and here they are.

Better late than never!

I'll have you know, it's naptime and I'm hiding from the little as she is currently peeking at me under the door saying, "Mom-mom! I done? All done naptime?"

I have selective hearing. At least for the next few (downloading) minutes! =)

I've been in the mode of "Just do the next thing." It has taught me so much this summer. To stop and relax. Enjoy and have fun. Worry less and live more.

My kids remind me daily to just go for it. Literally--they start 100 mph at 0'dark-thirty. They live life just right out there.

I digress...

Here are the pics from our vacation.
 

Day 1: We traveled into DC via my brother Adam's house...1 1/2 hours away.

 

Sightseeing started at The Washington Monument. From there we went to The World II Memorial, The Lincoln Memorial, and finally the Museum of American History. (Hands to the Heavens) It was a HOT day, but Oh!!! SO incredibly beautiful.

 

May we never forget.

 

Adam went with us. He was clearly enthralled.

 

What his eyes have seen...

 

There was not a sound that even echoed around the wall of the fallen.

Complete silence. Reverence.

One could not walk through and leave unmoved.

Tears flowed freely.

 

While the rest of us admired the sights, Libbi plotted escape...at EVERY turn.

Yes, she has a leash. We called it the "hugging Owl."

 

Don't judge.

 

The White House. So stately and regal.

May we always honor the God in whom this country was founded on.

 

 

 

This was how we ended the day. In traffic, praising the Lord for Starbucks!

 

More pics to come!

 

Much love!

The Here and Now

 What a great time we had!

 We went to Washington DC (in the general area there) for  just about  two weeks.
 Great time to relax and enjoy some family time. We are so thankful for our church family letting us get away!

 My blog is also getting ready to have some updates done to it! I met a wonderful person through a book launch team, and she's been putting in some hard work for me.

 Speaking of book launches, I'm currently enrolled in two, and I'm thoroughly enjoying them. There's very little to do on our part, other than what you would do every day on social media. Such a great time to meet so many wonderful ladies!

 My heart and my mind have been so full of things I wanted to write. I will update the blog soon with tons of pictures. It will be photo overload. Fair warning.

I'm sitting here  in the car, waiting on Cade to finish up with his piano lessons. Libby is sitting in the back watching a movie. I cannot help but be amazed at the little ways God blesses, protects, and just is plain GOOD to us

 I cannot be the only one feeling the same way. Life is so precious, so dear, and always changing. It amazes me that He has such patience with us. He goes over and above. Always.

Bless you, dear reader as I know my posts have ebbed and flowed. Life has been wonderful – crazy. School starts in a couple weeks.  Whether you find yourself getting your Littles ready for school, or just ready for your next season in life, know that you're loved and cherished today.  Stay in the present, that's where he's waiting.

The sun is bright and shining. And so are the foreheads that live in this house. The heat index is 106 today. Hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk or a lizard on a Quonset hut.

My inner-redneck is showing. I guess that's what happens when the heat gets to me! =)

Today finds the kids napping, Aaron sermon prepping and I'm here with my feet propped up, and an iced cold La Croix in hand. Lime...my favorite.

My mind is trying to apply myself to studying about the armor of God, which I'm supposed to be teaching on tomorrow, but my heart is heavy for the church itself. How very appropriate to be learning more about the armor as the day approaches.

Our country is getting ready to celebrate a birthday. A day where we celebrate our independence. Our freedom from tyranny.

Finding freedom in today's world is much like it has always been for mankind. Someone will win, and others will lose. Winning begins with these three steps:
1) Knowing your opponent.
2) Preparing your armor.
3) And Readying yourself for a tough fight.

You cannot decide to fight well or to polish up your armor when the enemy is at your door. Things that take work are difficult because it calls us to daily drill in circumstances that aren't "Right Now." Or immediate. Instant satisfaction won't work with a battle. At least in most cases, battles are hard fought. Sacrifices made. Duty and discipline. A loyalty of heart, and a unity of spirit. Characteristics of a warrior begin in the heart and are played out in his/her life as the battle rages. Time and effort have been poured into the heart and trained in the mind. Over and over, and over and over. Until fluidity, accuracy, and dependability are obtained. The finished product is what is necessary to accept and hold onto the prize.

As Jesus followers, the same is true for us. Maybe even more so.

If it is true freedom that we are after, then we have to repeat those same three steps...and hold close to what it is that we are fighting for. It was for freedom that Christ set us free. (Galations 5:10). The end of that verse urges us to "Stand firm" and not let ourselves be yoked to slavery again.

The process repeats itself. Again and again.

Perhaps as we approach this birthday, may we think past the fireworks and the "winning," and look towards the horizon as we stand firm. In our freedom. At least for today.