Skip to main content


As we celebrate the freedoms we have this 4th of July, I am reminded how blessed I truly am. There is so much to be grateful for.

Christmas in July special blog post:

It's a couple days after Christmas and here I go talking about the word spoiled. I just looked up the definition of the word "spoil" on and realized that maybe the way I had initially thought of referring to it might not make sense. You see, I was feeling, or so I thought, spoiled. I felt almost ashamed because I went to the doctor again today, making it twice in the last week, just for me. Normally I can ignore my own colds but this virus was kicking my butt and our insurance is going to be changing in a couple days and I was getting worked up about it all. So they called me in a nose spray and I was going to need to stop at the pharmacy again and I started thinking do I really need to go in there again. I literally could roll my own eyes at myself right now for that "woe is me" attitude. How privileged I am to be able to get to the doctor, to get to a pharmacy, and to attempt any relief. I did get over myself and dragged myself and my also sick kids into the store again.

A few days ago, I was happy to see the Call the Midwife Christmas special on. I recently discovered this show and have been waiting for new episodes so this was a pleasant surprise. In this special, the midwifes are on a mission trip in Africa and dealing with much graver circumstances, like finding a way to get clean water. The show takes place in the 1960's. It is a reminder to me of the blessings of today in America. I can easily lose sight of how wonderful we have it.

So I was initially thinking that I was ashamed because of how spoiled I am. But the definition below from causes me to challenge this thought. 

3. to impair, damage, or harm the character or nature of (someone) by unwise treatment, excessive indulgence, etc.:
    to spoil a child by pampering him.

This links back to me the way I continually struggle to accept love, particularly from God. We just finished celebrating the gift God gave the world, Jesus Christ, his Son, the Savior and I'm feeling guilty. This has been a problem for me when I was single and now as a wife and mom, it just shows up differently. I am grateful for the ability to see the doctor but I don't think God would want me to feel shame for using that gift. In The Message version of the Bible, John 3:16-18 reads:

This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need to be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn't go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. Anyone who trusts in him is acquitted; anyone who refuses to trust him has long since been under the death sentence without knowing it. And why? Because of that person's failure to believe in the one-of-a-kind Son of God when introduced to him. 

John 3:16-18The Message (MSG)  (I added the highlighting)


Why did I highlight that part in green? It is to remind me that God isn't standing up in Heaven looking down on me with a big giant pointed finger and mean face. No, that is not our God! As it continues to read, He came to help. God loves us enough to send Jesus to live on earth with us, to walk with us, to die for us. I've had to get past the feelings of shame and imperfections and misunderstandings about who my God is in order to accept His amazing grace. I guess I'm not spoiled as I started to think, I'm loved.
Some antonyms for the word "spoil" include: save, mend, protect
So I'm going to say that instead of feeling spoiled, I feel saved, mended, and protected today.  

Dear Lord, Thank you for loving me so much to give your son to come to earth and die for me, being separated from you. If anything is unfair, that would be it. Guide me in my pursuit of happiness to be representing you Lord. I don't want to be greedy or raise my kids to be unaware of how good they have it. I wantto find a balance in appreciating what we have but not loving anything more than you. Thank you for continuing to pursue my heart and those in my family. In Jesus Name, amen.

Please follow me on FacebookInstagram, or Pinterest. Like. Comment. Share. 
Thank you! God Bless


Popular posts from this blog

Follows & Likes

(updated 2/5/18, originally published 1/1/17) Even after a year I still need to be cautious about getting too caught up in how many followers or likes there are on this blog. My uncle is a missionary in Puerto Rico and has been for over 40 years. He was in town on furlough Christmas of 2016 and I was privileged to hear him speak. He mentioned how people that follow the mission may get concerned with how big or small the number of people there are in the PR congregation. My uncle said, " its not in the numbers" . Absolutely! It is too easy to get drawn into the statistics of how to get more likes and more reach on Facebook specifically. It's not about that. It's about God's love. God's love is more than a Bible verse post on a cool image. It is so much MORE!!! Look outside and see the undeniable work of our most amazing Father. See the way He reveals himself in our children's smiles. For awhile it seemed that every time I heard a crash or boom fr

A Fresh Coat of Paint

This weekend when the kids were at their dad's, I touched up the paint around the house. It was awesome of the landlord to leave some in the place so it matches perfectly. After a year and a half of living here, there are some areas of the walls that have crayon, marker, stickers that peeled the paint, and other typical wear and tear of living in a house with young kids. At first it may not seem like that big of a deal to touch up paint, but wow did it give me a boost in my outlook. A bonus blessing of the weekend was that I was able to go on a walk and enjoy a little sunshine. While I was out, the paint was able to dry. When I got home, it was like I walked into a new atmosphere. The place felt refreshed. I could walk up the stairwell and feel like it was so much cleaner and the energy was renewed. It was and still is amazing a day later. I know it won't always be this "clean" feeling but for now I'm savoring it. This morning while preparing to watch church o

I Am More

This poem may help you to understand my heart and the purpose of the blog. I actually thought about changing the name of the blog to "More Than Just A Mom" but for now, I am not. Something I notice lately is how often I say or think, "I just" ( I just want to get somewhere on time. I just want you to listen to me so I can keep you safe .), or how often I simply add "just" to a statement. I use it in an exhaustive way but what comes to mind for me is that God is just. That may or may not have anything to do with this poem. Anyways, here is my poem: I Am More I am not the one who has it all together I am more than a beautifully made up face I am designed perfectly by the Creator of the universe I am not the dent in the car or the chip in the paint I am more valuable than any earthly thing I am redeemed by a king who died for me I am not the problems or traumas in my life I am more than the dysfunction in my relationships I am a child of God