Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Identity Crisis, Interrupted, and a Giveaway.

I'm having a blog identity crisis.

I don't know if you've noticed, but I haven't had much to talk about in months and months. Which is not like me, historically, because this blog has always been free, fun therapy for me, and when I can write a post that makes people laugh, that's always been the BEST. Oh, I churn out a post now and then just to keep my ads active, but my heart has not been here. I haven't even felt like I could even write anything funny lately even if I wanted to, and that's an even bigger crisis.

It's just that I came to a point recently where I was struck by the feeling that this is all so... DUMB

And also... stupid.

If I had to pinpoint the moment that revelation struck, I'd say it was when my grandmother died. This is out of my comfort zone to talk about, by the way, because I'm MUCH more comfortable talking about the meaningless: you know, stuff that my kids do that makes me want to smoke cigarettes, and heck, I can even delve into some pretty deep stuff now and then when the mood strikes, but this is ME I'm talking about, and I don't do that

Come to think of it, I really don't even want you, complete stranger, to read personal stuff about me right now, so could you please stop and go on about your business somewhere else? OKAY THANKS. And let's NEVER MENTION THIS AGAIN.

Hello.... you're still here? 

OK if you must know, I've thought about my grandmother at least once a day since she died (there is a point to this), and I think - and this just occurred to me! - it was because I wrote her obituary. I think there's gotta be something really life-changing about writing another person's obituary, condensing down all the best parts of an entire lifetime into a few short paragraphs, especially someone like her who made the world a better place.

It's not the first time I've had a minor little identity crisis. The first time was in 2009, when I decided I DO NOT WANT THIS LIFE ANYMORE AND I AM NO LONGER DOING THIS and I didn't even CARE what anyone else thought about it, I packed myself and my kids up and got the heck out of that living hell and started down a gentler, less abusive road.

In 2009 all I knew was that I didn't want THAT life, but what DO I want is a home that's full of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, and all that. And while I've been happily enjoying my new happy, healthy home life since sometime in 2010, since the day I cried my eyes out while writing a few paragraphs about that lovely lady who served Jesus and other people every single day of her life, I've felt this discontent, unsettled feeling that I'm supposed to be doing something. I NEED (need) to DO MORE with MY OWN life and even this blog. 

I want to be more like HER and I want to be more like JESUS and I want to do (and say) things that matter. I have a degree in Christian Ministry, for Pete's sake, and have attended ALL the church there is my ENTIRE LIFE, and I need to DO SOMETHING.

So all of this I've been pondering for the last few months, and when I had the opportunity to review this book, Interrupted, by Jen Hatmaker, it was about the time this big conviction storm was brewing in my heart.

Inner conflict, Jen calls it. 

Oh, and if you didn't know, Jen Hatmaker is my best friend, by the way. (No offense, Pioneer Woman; we can all three be best friends). And by best friend, I mean, we've only hung out once. And by 'hung out once,' it was Jen and me and hundreds of other women when she spoke at my church a couple of years ago, but seriously, if she took the time to get to know me => BFFs. That's all. 

If you don't know her, oh my word. So darn funny. The first time I heard of her, I was invited by a friend to some sort of women's banquet where this supposedly 'funny' Christian author was speaking, and I went grudgingly, all scoffing and rolling my eyes, because Christian comedian? Please. No. Lame. No Christian comedians, no Christian fiction. It's one of my life principles. 

But my friend bought my ticket, and there was lunch. And then I laughed until I cried and decided I will stalk her with binoculars until I can hang out with her in person. Seriously. It's on my bucket list. 

So I read her book, Seven, when it came out, and it so resonated with me. YES, I thought. I want this. I want this simple life of being a good steward of everything. Seven fit with the new life I wanted for myself. Living within my means. Being content with less so we can give more. I LOVE THAT. More taking care of the earth, more thriftiness, less status symbols, greed and materialism. Just yes. She's funny AND has this heart for widows and orphans JUST LIKE JESUS WANTS US TO and you know the Social Worker in me is ALL ABOUT widows and orphans.

At least, I want to be.

At least, I know I'm not content with the lazy Christianity I've been living lately... all sitting on the pew, no doing anything for anybody. Not doing ONE THING that costs me anything, not one thing for anyone who can't repay me, not one thing that benefits me zero, ignoring all those who need.  

But let's get to the point before this rambles any further. Listen, I'm just gonna tell you straight up: THIS IS THE BEST BOOK I'VE READ ALL YEAR. I do not say that lightly. I'm a total geek who loves to read, and I figure I've read a book a week the past few months. And THIS one is the best, and I know that because it's the only one I texted my sister about 172 times, OMG YOU HAVE TO READ THIS BOOK. 

Do you KNOW that that's the highest possible praise for a book? When I text my sister about it? That's the pinnacle.

(The last time we texted about a book was probably The Help, and there have been no others since then). 

But my sister and I have had many conversations about the sad state of the church nowaways, where nobody is satisfied, content, or fullfilled, young families are leaving in droves because 'church hopping' is the norm, and in a church like ours that's the size of a small city we have to beg and threaten and stalk and harass to get enough people to teach Vacation Bible School. People show up to take; only an embarrassingly small percentage shows up to give

Holy passion... WHERE IS IT?

Like Jen says,
There were other question marks. Like why wouldn't people commit to our church programs, despite the endless work poured into them? And why did the same people end up doing all that work? Why did 70 percent of the initial program enthusiasts drop out by the end? Why did so many leave, claiming they needed more, when we were all working eighty hours a week to meet their needs? Why couldn't I recall the last person I led to Christ? Why did I spend all my time blessing blessed people who should be on the giving side of the equation by now? Why did I feel so dry? 
I read this book with the backs of my eyeballs hot and leaky through entire chapters of conviction, interspersed with huge belly laughs through the tears, where she says something so completely absurd and hilarious that I would THINK OF IT long after I had turned the lights out at night and literally burst out laughing all over again and wake Michael up. 

There is so much in this book that spoke to me. I read through it with a pen, underlining, writing in the margins as I soaked up the story of her family's journey out of comfortable but discontented 'Churchianity' into a countercultural life on mission, BEING the church rather than DOING church. 

Do you FEEL IT? Do you feel the nagging sense that there must be more, that people are lost and dying and struggling in poverty and disease and hunger and we're all SITTING HERE ON OUR PADDED PEW gorging on Thanksgiving dinner Sunday after Sunday and that this world NEEDS YOU to BE MORE LIKE JESUS so we can HELP?

Do you FEEL that too? Oh my gosh, my friend, then you must read this book. THIS BOOK, Y'ALL.

And now that I've read it... what next? Where do I go from here? I still don't know. I just know it won't be the same.

Tyndale House Publishers sent me an ebook plus a free book to give away, but because I went and marked and underlined this one all up, I'll buy you a new one. This one, I have to keep. 

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Sunday, November 30, 2014

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Saturday, November 29, 2014


So lately I've been feeling the weight of some stressful stuff. I won't bore you with the details, but I've been worrying way too much lately about something over which I have no control... Not a life-or-death thing, you know (it never is) and I KNOW 'this too shall pass' and all that, but I'm not sleeping well... Making myself sick by letting something gnaw at me from the inside.

And I get up in the middle night to go find comfort and strength, which for me has always been that spot on the end of my couch with my Snuggie and my Bible

It seems to be when God talks to me the most, alone on my couch between 3 and 4 in the morning. He didn't ask me, because I'd choose to just stay asleep like a normal person at that time of night, and maybe just roll in to meet Him for coffee at Starbucks during normal business hours, you know, when it was convenient, but I wonder how much I'd really seek Him if I didn't wake up anxious in the middle of the night...

So I was telling a friend I was feeling "crushed" by this situation. And then I got up and prayed, "Lord, help, because I don't know what to do and I'm feeling crushed by this..."


I used that word, more than once.

And then I flipped open my Bible right to this page in Psalm 34, where at some point in the past I'd had the foresight to underline this verse... 

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
I kid you not. The first page I flipped to, there it was, jumping out at me. I don't believe in coincidences... It's happened too many times that I NEED a word from the Lord, and there it is. God wakes me up, says LOOK, here I am, and I'm still Me, just like I've always been...

I remembered that God used that word, crushed, in another verse...

We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.
And I was so encouraged because it's true, and it's always been true... And I know this because I have survived many things worse, and far more stressful, than this one. In every one of those crushing times in my life, God has shown Himself to me in His word, and has always been close to my brokenhearted self. And I've never been abandoned, never been destroyed, and though I might have felt crushed in spirit, I've never, ever been crushed.

Praise God for that. Our difficult times may keep us on our knees at 4 am crying out to the Lord, but He will never let us be crushed.

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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Big Blank Living Room Gets a New Paint Color.

So you know by now that we're neck-deep in another home project. And if you DIDN'T know, you should probably read about all the Lifetime Network-level drama and intrigue here before you go any further, because it's just plain entertaining.

This one has been painfully slow-going. With my last house (and the one before that) I KNEW the look I wanted (1930s cottage charm). It was easy. This one is not, for a couple of reasons.

One, I'm an 'old house' person. And by 'old,' I mean 1930s.... hardwood floors, glass doorknobs, high ceilings, crown molding (this is my last house, here). An old house is all I ever wanted in life and I don't know what to do with any other style of house. This house is old, but it's just old enough to have metallic wallpaper and flat doors straight out of the 1970s, and things out of the 70s are just old enough to be a dowdy old eyesore.

And I should know, because I'm straight out of the 70s and both this house and I face an uphill battle turning our dowdy old eyesore selves into something Pinterest-worthy. It's a battle I fight daily on both fronts.

But I digress. 

The second reason this house has been hard to decorate is that I'm married to a husband, and he has ideas about where the couch should go. He also happens to be a 'new house' person (some pics of his last house, here). 'New house' people go pick out a room full of brand new matchy furniture and ALL the decor straight out of the home decor store at the mall, and he doesn't get that I prefer my home decor to come from other people's curbs or maybe somebody's grandmother's estate sale. And I'm just trying to go for win-win, people. Just trying to create some synergy out of the chaos. 

Seriously, in 2010 I got rid of 2/3 of everything I owned and started over, and because I'm kind and generous of heart I 
tossed out Michael's unacceptable things for him ("oh, your ex wife bought that? buh bye..." *backs up the Goodwill truck*). I want our house to be OURS, with none of that baggage. So here we are.... in a big house that's basically a blank slate. 

Technically, it's a 'floor-to-ceiling metallic wallpaper' slate, but whatever...

It took me months to narrow down the paint choice for this room. I tend to lean toward dark and cozy rooms; Michael wants our house all lit up with humming flourescent lights like a gas station.

We compromised (win-win, remember), and narrowed it down to pale gray. And if you didn't know, gray is HARD, y'all. I know this because I once chose a gray for our bedroom (it looked SO perfect in the store) that turned out blueish, like the color of a dead body. It's an awful, horrible mistake that I have to live with every day.  

I didn't want to chance going with "corpse blue" again, so I taped up swatches and moved them around and eyeballed them in all different lights for weeks, literally, and in the end chose Crushed Ice by Sherwin-Williams. When I first began to consider colors, this was in my bottom 5 because it looks beige on the card, and I am ANTI beige. It just goes to show you that you MUST try out a sample on your own wall, in your own set of lighting conditions, before you commit. 

And here's a handy tip: Sherwin-Williams sample cards have an LRV number on the back. This shows how much light they reflect back; dark colors reflect less and have a smaller number. 

I do have to agree with Michael that a pale, light-reflecting color is best in this room; 1970s houses have low ceilings and not much natural light, and even on a bright, sunny day, this room is DARK. Crushed Ice has an LRV of 65, which means it reflects back a lot of light, and yet it has JUST ENOUGH color. It was the perfect choice. 

OH. And the ceiling! In my last house, I painted the downstairs ceilings Rainwashed by Sherwin Williams and it was beautiful, but they were two feet higher than the ceilings in this house, so I went with a lighter shade called Window Pane instead. It's only ever-so-slightly pale blue, like, almost white, but still looks really pretty next to the gray walls.

So here we are. The room is painted in a color we BOTH like *queue the Hallelujah Chorus.* 

And at the rate we're going, by sometime in 2016 we might have some things hung on the walls. I'll let you know. For now, here is Phase One... 

We need all the light-reflecting we can get in this room! I love Crushed Ice. Also... do NOT notice the trim that has not been painted yet. That's Phase Two. 

Don't pay attention to this mantel either. This was called "throw some fall decor on the mantel for now." The pumpkin has since found a new home. And what's up with those sticks?
All bright and light. 

A better shot of the color. In Phase Two we decorate the walls. Stand by.

Window Pane on the ceiling... so very subtle that it's almost white. 

You should see my "decorating around your toddler's potty" board on Pinterest. Just kidding. And also, it's terribly obvious this trim is still unpainted. That's coming up in Phase Two. 

The other side of the fireplace (which is painted True White by Sherwin-Williams, btw). The door is yet unpainted. It might end up white. Who knows. 

Metal blinds definitely fall under the 'dowdy old 1970s eyesore' category. Don't worry... they're going away soon. See Phase Two. 

More metal blinds. Oh, so painful. Their days are numbered too. 

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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Does Plexus Slim Work With Trim Healthy Mama?

I get emails from my blog readers at least weekly asking this question, and the short answer is ABSOLUTELY, IT DOES.

And the other question I get from Trim Healthy Mamas is, "I see you're doing Plexus now. Are you still doing Trim Healthy Mama?" And the answer to that one is a little more complicated. 

Yes, mostly, I am doing THM, and I'm still a die-hard member of the THM fan club. However, my BIGGER goal is to take care of my severely exhausted adrenal glands, so over the last couple of months I have made the decision to adopt a 'Hakuna Matata' approach to EVERY SINGLE THING that isn't an absolute life or death matter, THM included.

And by that I mean I avoid sugar and white flour (mostly), try to stick to one fuel source at a time (mostly), but if it's 3 days before Grocery Shopping Day and my pantry is empty and I'm feeding my family what I have on hand, I'm not sweating whether it's a crossover or if it's been 3 hours since I had an E or an S. Make sense? I'd say I'm 70% Trim Healthy Mama, and that's the best I can do right now.

When you have exhausted adrenal glands, I believe it's best to avoid beating yourself up over ANY diet that causes you even the tiniest amount of stress (not that THM is stressful for most people; but with my adrenal fatigue I have heart palpitations over ANY extra planning or thinking)

THE DAY WILL COME WHEN I WILL BE BACK ON BOARD, TOTALLY. But for now, I'm removing any unnecessary 'having to plan and prepare' from my life. But for YOUR own good, it's best to be all gazelle-intense, as Dave Ramsey would say, about STICKING TO THE TRIM HEALTHY MAMA PLAN. It's GOOD for you. Got that? ;)

Which brings me to one of the reasons Plexus has been so phenomenally wonderful for me.... BECAUSE life destroyed my adrenal glands between the years of 2006 and 2011, weight loss was darn near impossible for me, and yet NOW I KNOW that I can continue to lose weight and keep my blood pressure stable WITHOUT COUNTING ANYTHING OR STRESSING with Plexus Slim. I drink one packet of powder mixed in water once a day, and my blood sugar stays stable, my appetite is reduced, and I don't have out-of-control carb or sugar cravings like I used to have.

And THAT makes Plexus Slim an ideal companion to Trim Healthy Mama, in my humble opinion.

I have a theory that most people who commit wholeheartedly to Trim Healthy Mama, and STILL cannot lose weight, have underlying hormone issues. The THM book isn't really helpful in knowing what to do to fix that, because, of course, hormone problems are beyond the scope of the book. I daresay that MOST people (and again, just my theory) who can't lose weight have thyroid or adrenal gland issues that TOTALLY derail any weight-loss attempts, because blood sugar affects hormones which affect EVERYTHING.


Did I mention blood sugar affects EVERYTHING?

And THIS fact is understood and agreed upon by the book's authors, and kind of the premise behind their eating plan... keep your blood sugar stable, lose weight.

But once you add hormone imbalances into the mix, that's SO much easier said than done, which is why it is INCREDIBLY helpful to have a handy little portable blood-sugar-stabilizer-in-a-packet to come to your rescue.

It's done so much more than help me curb cravings, reduce my appetite, and give me back my pre-adrenal-fatigue massive energy. My hair has stopped falling out (side effect of thyroid problems), I'm sleeping at night (insomnia is related to adrenal gland issues), and it's NO LONGER TORTURE TO AVOID CARBS AND SUGAR.

In fact, I usually don't even WANT excess carbs and sugar. Would you believe me if I told you I can now bake a plate of cookies and have no desire to eat one?? And if you have read my blog for any length of time you KNOW how I used to love me some cookies. 
BEFORE Plexus, when I was strictly doing Trim Healthy Mama alone, it was a massive teeth-gritting struggle for me to avoid carbs and sugar, which made doing so ABSOLUTE TORTURE. 

Come to think of it, I've tried many diets in my lifetime, starting back in college when I THOUGHT I was fat but I wasn't, and lived on SlimFast for 90% of my meals, and every diet craze or fad to come along in the years since.... AND ALL THE DIETS HAVE BEEN ABSOLUTE TORTURE that kept me in a crazy-eyed RAGE like a wild animal the whole time...


Plexus has made it EASY to restrict my carbs and my calories WITHOUT THE TORTURE.

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  5. And yet, because it is so SIMPLE and CONVENIENT, even Drive Thru Sues can mix up a glass of Plexus Slim once a day, too. 

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Sunday, November 16, 2014

Two-Year-Old in the House.

I can't believe it, but our baby is TWO.

Seriously. How is that possible? I JUST had my first date with Michael, married him and told him he was gonna be a dad that frightening day at Chili's (because I thought he would be SO MAD, I skipped work and made him meet me for lunch so I could get the carnage over with), all within the last two weeks, RIGHT?

So I began her birthday week like I begin ALL my kids' birthday weeks, by sobbing over all their baby pictures and their birth stories (go ahead and read it and lament with me, please; solidarity and all that), over and over again because it's GONE BY TOO STINKING FAST AND I NEED TO HOLD ON TO MY BABIES. Which I will continue to do well after they check me into the nursing home.... yes, I'll be THAT old lady, going on and on with my toothless self from my wheelchair about how I have to go pick up my babies at school...

But enough about me... let's talk about Susannah Joy, our greatest surprise, our family's favorite toy.

She's still on the tiny side, measuring in the 15th percentile, give or take. She's quite the monkey, climbing EVERYTHING. Baby gates cannot contain her. And she's the boy we never had; her favorite toys are balls (ESPECIALLY Michael's volleyball), helicopters and cars, and anything outside. She LOVES, loves, loves 'outside' more than life itself, especially at her grandparents' place with the goats and the oosters and kickens, and every time Michael is outside, she's right there by his side, helping water the garden or stack firewood, and getting muddy from the inside of her ears to the undersides of her fingernails.

So when I try to make her wear a pretty dress and sit still for a picture, there's this:

I just put the big watermark on her face so nobody would turn her into a meme. You have to think of these things these days.

But she calmed down when there were things to look at and play with. And any decent pictures we got of this child were purely by accident. 

She's finally getting some hair... 

Oh, you want to take MY picture? Maybe if you can CATCH ME.

And our photoshoot ended with a muddy dress, muddy feet, and muddy fingernails, so all in all, a good day in Susie's world.

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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

A Brain Tumor Update.

I'm having one of those days, y'all... one of those days when I'm fine one minute, and then I'm collapsing in a puddle of tears because ALL the emotions are going on over here today. WHY I even put on makeup today is beyond me.

For my friends who have been following my blog for a while, you know about the tumor, and for those who don't, my middle daughter, Annie, was diagnosed with a brain tumor in 2009, just a couple of weeks before her third birthday. That story is here if you want to take a gander, or if you just want the Cliff's Notes version, it was a small tumor, not causing any problems, and taking it out could potentially cause worse problems than leaving it in for the time being. So, we've elected to wait and watch and fast and PRAY like crazy that God would just REMOVE the tumor so that surgery never has to happen.

It can happen. God can do that. I've seen it happen.

Annie had her eighth (I think) MRI yesterday to take a look at what's going on inside her head, and as always, it's a very frightening thing and neither Annie nor I sleep for about a week before. It's not just fear of what we might find out (though that's always very real); it's a very grueling day for all of us, but ESPECIALLY Annie, and I dread just the exhaustion of it all too, and my heart aches that Annie has to endure this.

So many of my friends were praying for us... I was bombarded with emails and texts and Facebook messages, and I'm tearing up again just thinking about how BLESSED we are that so many people from our church, our school, our work, and people we've never even met before care about one little eight-year-old and actually take the time to pray for us and to let me know they were praying.

All of you who made the effort to WRITE SOME WORDS to me over the past two days, I'm putting your names on a list because I NEVER want to forget how grateful I am for you. I am your devoted friend for life, just FYI.

And then I think about how two of the friends who messaged me to tell me they were praying have lost their own daughters to brain tumors, and another one has had an ongoing battle with a brain tumor in her daughter's head for several years now, and the floodgates open and I'm so incredibly humbled because I just don't even KNOW why God would bless ME with the thrilling news we got yesterday... but all I know is that GOD DID. And I don't know how people who have had their lives devastated by the loss of a child to a brain tumor could be so gracious and thoughtful to US, but they were. And I feel just pretty much undeserving of all of these good things. I promise to never let Annie forget that she's healthy and happy BECAUSE GOD gave her that gift, and her life has tremendous value and she should NEVER take it for granted.

We met with a new neurosurgeon yesterday. Annie's previous doc, Dr. Sacco, has moved away, and so we saw Dr. Weprin, and I was impressed with how thorough he was, and just how NICE. He seemed to really care about Annie.

And also... he seemed to be quite baffled that Annie's tumor is measuring SMALLER. "We never see this happen," he repeated. It wasn't new info to me, this lack of faith doctors seem to have about things just healing without medical intervention; I had asked her other doc if it was possible that the tumor might go away on it's own, and he said NO. Tumors only get bigger, he said, from a medical standpoint. And it's not just smaller, it's less dense, and he gave us a really good explanation of that that I would only botch if I tried to repeat. Suffice it to say... the big, scary tumor SEEMS TO BE DISSOLVING (my word, not docs) like a wicked witch who's been doused with a bucket of water.

I have my theories as to why.

There are two very powerful forces that came into play here, and prayer is the first and foremost. I've seen too many of my prayers answered in a supernatural way, too many times. It's real, y'all.

And I'll tell you about the other one tomorrow.

The song that's running through my head today...
Your love is like a waterfall, waterfall
Running wild and free
You hear my heart when I call, when I call
Deep calls to deep
Your love is like a waterfall, waterfall
Raining down on me...

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