Ramblings of a Revolutionary

Being a mother has always been hard, but now, in the 21st century, us millennial moms are really out doing ourselves. We set the bar high! Because we want our kids to have the best, be the best, and receive the best. To hell with just loving your kid and doing the best you can...that's the mark of a failure. You need to try harder . If you're a good mom, then you will make sure that your kids stay occupied and engaged with soccer and ballet, and socialization...but don't over-schedule them, and be sure to closely monitor their screen time. It's also important to ensure that your kid is getting a balanced diet full of red meat, fruits, veggies, and probiotics. Milk isn't as good for them as we once thought, so take it easy on the chocolate shake shake. Also, be sure to invest at least 5 of the 3 hours you actually see your offspring on weekdays, on extra academics... just school, is not enough. Our kids must do more...

So, I have some not-so "motherly" advice for you on this fine day.  Get mad at your kids. Tell them when they're brats.  Start when they're young too.  Don't put up with those fits.  Don't give in.  Don't make excuses for them.  I know that some new moms reading this might think I'm a psycho.  I don't care.  I give no craps if you approve this message or not.  😏 I was  (USED TO BE)  you .  Love them.  Love the babies.  They need love. I thought.  They need to know I'm always here for them to help them work through any issues they might have.  They need nurturing and kindness and to know how special they are, and how happy they make me.   With great influences... the right love... and the right people, they will be wonderful children that turn into wonderful teens, that blossom into caring, wonderful adults.... LOVE is the answer to all. Yes? No. Not...

2 Timothy 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. Lately, I've been worrying a lot. The truth is, I've always been a worrier. I'm just a worrisome person.  Runs in the family I suppose. I like to be in control. To always know what's going on, and what's coming next. I constantly struggle, to stay on top of my life.  When I'm not, that's when the worries come.  The doubt, and the fear... the anxiety. Can you relate? Lately, I've been praying hard that I would get some peace from the worries that have encompassed me,  and seem to hold me captive.   I've prayed for relief, for answers. I asked nicely.  I begged and pleaded.  I demanded. And I got nothing. No peace. No relief.  No answers. Then, I caught on to something.  Instead, I prayed and asked Jesus to forgive me for not having the faith that I should.  For trying to control the u...

Do you ever pick up your coffee cup, full of hot deliciousness, and think about how much weight that little handle you lift by, holds? I do.  I think about it a lot actually.  I'm always thinking about how much it would suck if it just broke right off and my coffee spilled...burning me and reminding me, that at the end of the day-- it's just a fragile, ceramic handle.  Wouldn't that be a shitty start to the day? Hot coffee everywhere, no encouraging energy booster, favorite cup broken... Lately, I feel like that handle.   I feel just like that damn handle on my coffee cup. Over-used, weighted-down, unnoticed, and unappreciated.  I was created to carry the weight.  I know that... but life just keeps pouring it in.  Time after time, my cup is refilled before I'm ready for it. My cup is fricken running over... with blessings and wayyyy too many responsibilities and expectations.  I handle it just fine...