I believe the subject of my would-be next post was "lonliness": and for the sake of nothing else to write about off the top of my head, I'll continue with this thought from a couple of months ago.
Loneliness is any ugly animal, really. It can creep up when we least expect it, or it can be an ever-present, unwelcomed companion. For me, I fall somewhere in between; and not because my husband isn't the most wonderful man on earth (because he is), and not because I don't have some great friends (because I do), but really, it boils down to being a stay-at-home mommy. Anyone with me? You have a little person (or people) surrounding you all day long, yet you crave adult attention/interaction. Now, believe me when I say, I know the true value of being able to stay at home with my amazing baby girl, and for that blessing, I am so grateful: but there is something to be said for good-old-fashioned adult converstaion!
So when we look back on my little binge-fest in April, that was an evening where my hubby had been gone for many consecutive evenings at work, and that unwelcomed companion, lonliness, was getting the best of me. All this to say, the way I handled it - the way many of us handle it - was pretty self-destructive. Oh, it could have been a whole lot worse (and for many, it is!): but the point that I want to take you to is this - there is a far more healthy way to kick lonliness in the butt, and His name is Jesus Christ.
He tells us in Matthew 28:20: "And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." By telling us this in His Word, God wants us to know that He'll always be by our side! The Bible also says, "I love those who love me, and those who seek me find me" (Proverbs 8:17). The easiest way to "seek Him" is to pick up our Bible and commune with Him. Easier said than done, I know. We as moms can find a million other things to fill up our day, but please be reminded of this one thing: in order to build a relationship, you have to invest time into it. Simple as that. So if I can encourage you at all today (and I'm most definitely preaching to the choir here), pick up your Bible, and spend some time with God. You'll find your loneliness wash away, as your love for your Savior grows by leaps and bounds!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
It's a New Season, It's a New Day...
I actually wanted to call this blog, "Confessions of a Stay-At-Home-Mom": but that was taken. I actually tried about 15 different blog titles and url's until I finally stumbled upon something that worked. I guess it's probably a good thing that what I wanted wasn't actually available, because after the fact, I looked it up, and I would have been one in a million. So yay me, I was forced to make another decision. Hmmm. Sounds a bit like a life lesson to me. Don't you just love how the little things in life can parallel something so much bigger - that we can learn big lessons from such seemingly minuscule experiences? Well, I do anyway.
Moving on! I'm a former blogger who got a bit caught up in romance and babies, and forgot about the extremely cathartic art of blogging. So yes: I went from single, to married, to mommy-hood all under two years... and what a whirlwind it's been! So while my old blog still suits me (to some degree anyway), life is a bit more... full now; and my identity has been expanded beyond "singer-girl". I have had the opportunity to lead worship since I've had my daughter which has been incredibly helpful in keeping me sane in the midst of figuring out how to be a wife and a mother: yet life is still moving a thousand miles a minute with no sign of slowing down.
So with that (re)introduction out of the way allow me to continue: Confessions. I started this with the hopes of confessing - a lot actually. Not because I don't have wonderful friends to share my crazy ups and downs with, but because again, there's something cathartic (I like that word) about immortalizing one's thoughts on paper. So with that said... I confess that tonight I ate to satiate out-of-control emotions. *GASP!* I know. We all do it at some point or another (although I'd much rather be the compulsive adrenaline-junkie who works out when they're stressed, but sadly - that's. not. me.).
It was a pitiful sight, really: because our kitchen is down to bare-bones right now, I dragged my poor, helpless, 9-month-old out in the damp cold to the local grocery store at 8pm to pick up cheese, tomato soup, ice cream, and chocolate sauce. (Can you imagine what the check-out girl was thinking? Ha!) Now, it may not sound so bad to you, but to me, I was feeling a bit pathetic. Normally, I make a "trip" out of the grocery store - I'll walk out of there easily having spent close to $100.00. This was clearly a "pity-trip": I planned to stuff my face with nothing of nutritional value, and I had no shame about it. Well, I had a little shame, but not enough to stop myself. Nevertheless, I came home, I made it all, and ate it all.
So what are these feelings that I'm trying to "feed away" you might be wondering? That is a GOOD question: one that deserves a far more detailed answer than I have the time or energy for right now. Besides, it's a great segue to my next topic! Until then...
Moving on! I'm a former blogger who got a bit caught up in romance and babies, and forgot about the extremely cathartic art of blogging. So yes: I went from single, to married, to mommy-hood all under two years... and what a whirlwind it's been! So while my old blog still suits me (to some degree anyway), life is a bit more... full now; and my identity has been expanded beyond "singer-girl". I have had the opportunity to lead worship since I've had my daughter which has been incredibly helpful in keeping me sane in the midst of figuring out how to be a wife and a mother: yet life is still moving a thousand miles a minute with no sign of slowing down.
So with that (re)introduction out of the way allow me to continue: Confessions. I started this with the hopes of confessing - a lot actually. Not because I don't have wonderful friends to share my crazy ups and downs with, but because again, there's something cathartic (I like that word) about immortalizing one's thoughts on paper. So with that said... I confess that tonight I ate to satiate out-of-control emotions. *GASP!* I know. We all do it at some point or another (although I'd much rather be the compulsive adrenaline-junkie who works out when they're stressed, but sadly - that's. not. me.).
It was a pitiful sight, really: because our kitchen is down to bare-bones right now, I dragged my poor, helpless, 9-month-old out in the damp cold to the local grocery store at 8pm to pick up cheese, tomato soup, ice cream, and chocolate sauce. (Can you imagine what the check-out girl was thinking? Ha!) Now, it may not sound so bad to you, but to me, I was feeling a bit pathetic. Normally, I make a "trip" out of the grocery store - I'll walk out of there easily having spent close to $100.00. This was clearly a "pity-trip": I planned to stuff my face with nothing of nutritional value, and I had no shame about it. Well, I had a little shame, but not enough to stop myself. Nevertheless, I came home, I made it all, and ate it all.
So what are these feelings that I'm trying to "feed away" you might be wondering? That is a GOOD question: one that deserves a far more detailed answer than I have the time or energy for right now. Besides, it's a great segue to my next topic! Until then...
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