I could say this over and over again: I am happy as a lark being in my home 24/7. God's just made me that way, moreso over the last few years, but He has good reason. God warns about the wily woman in Proverbs 7:11 when Solomon writes, "...her feet do not stay home." So I'm plenty thankful, and B has expressed to me many times as well, that God has made me this way.
I spent the last week and a half either running around like a crazy person, trying to ignore my lack of sleep and energy, or prepping to run around like a crazy person. Unfortunately, I can't even guzzle down extra coffee for energy, so I've just given a sleepy smile at most of the, "You look tired" comments from this last week. No harm done! Now you and I just both know I've been tired and pregnant. haha This being the case, I was sitting in second service at church yesterday wanting nothing more than to just laying down in the pew and go to sleep. Since B was teaching I didn't want him to feel bad that his wife fell asleep during his sermon. haha
After feeling that tired, I decided to go home and clear my schedule for today. I have seriously spent the entire day, and will continue to, tackling the dust bunnies, mixing natural cleaners, contorting my body into strange positions to reach hidden corners and clean them, vaccuming (my chest muscles are pretty achey from this now), and just getting this little doll house cleaned up. When I apologize to B for there being too many books on the table, or a random pile of unfolded clothes for a day, he graciously responds with something like, "It's really ok. I don't mind out house looking like we actually live here." What a sweetie. :) Despite that, I do want our home to continue to be a place of comfort to him because I totally gush when I hear him say, "I love being home!" everytime he walks in the door.
Anyways, accomplishing all these things around the house today, God gently reminded me of the call He's placed on my life. He has called me to have a homeward focused heart. Nobody else can clean my house except for me, nobody else can be my husband's God ordained helper except for me, nobody else can raise this little boy and (hopefully) others except for me and their daddy. Someone else can always be a better pre-school teacher, encourager, prayer partner, friend, pastor's wife, and many other things, than I can be. Even though nothing terrible got out of hand during this last busy week, I just realized how much smoother things are when I do it God's way and make sure my heart is homeward focused first, and then all of those other things.
Proverbs 14: 1 "The wisest of women builds her house, but folly with her own hands tears it down."
I've also had a complete lack of any sort of drive to finish the baby's room, also mixed with some normal feelings of anxiousness as I see my last trimester approaching. (I've said this to many people, but that means there's a REAL HUMAN BEING at the end of this next trimester!) It just seems like there is sooooo much that has to happen in the next three months or so: baby shower, reorganize the rest of the house, get the furniture we still need, spend money on baby, spend money here, spend money there, decorate, sigh....a lot. haha
Proverbs 14:26 "In the fear of the Lord one has strong confidence, and his children will have refuge."
God again quietly reminded me through this verse this morning that this baby honestly has everything he needs already: a Savior who died for him, a mommy and a daddy living under the same roof, a crib, and a home. NONE of those above things that I listed really matter. None of them. I just need to make sure that I keep my eyes and heart on Jesus, and God will bless my little ones with a home that is a refuge.
I hope this encourages any other anxious, tired, exhausted mommy and wife hearts out there!
xoxo
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Monday, February 4, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
A mind awake & thoughts on creativity as a job.
Yes, I'm typing this before it's even 5 a.m. I'm not one of those people who is only artistic after the sun goes down, as well as everyone else in the house. I'm just the opposite. My heart and brain seem to be the most optimistic BEFORE the sun comes up (these long, dark wintery days at least). So I was laying in bed this morning around 3:30 a.m. with thoughts like these...
"Oh, I could go get that bookshelf packed up to finish up the little one's room. I could also probably get a few good hours of reading those three different books in: I'd like to know more about essential oils in pregnancy...or I could always get in an extra early morning workout. Hmmm...what about coffee? It's kind of early to eat. I'd just have to have a second breakfast. What's that, baby? Second breakfast is ok with you? Dad's already at work? You're right. I should get up and do some creative work too!!" :)
And that's how it happened. As it usually does. And here I am on the couch, in a flannel quilt, curled up with my laptop writing this. As far back as I can remember, I've pretty much always been a morning person. B and I are also pretty big homebodies, which I am very thankful for. I'm thankful my husband likes and prefers being in our home, with me. So by seven thirty most nights we're usually curled up together catching up on a favorite T.V. show, reading, or (like last night) already asleep. haha I know being pregnant and tired all the time just adds to my lack of ability to stay up past 9 p.m.
But really. This is when I'm most creative. Usually 4 a.m. until noon. And then, sadly, my energy quickly starts to drop and there's just nothing I can do about this. As long as I get up and just write, read, work, organize, whatever for those 8 hours before the afternoon, I don't feel so bad about only having energy to do some laundry and cooking in the afternoon. It would be worse if I just stayed in bed until 8 or so like a normal person, because I still wouldn't have energy in the afternoon. My body just hasn't worked that way for some time now...I think my early mornings working at Starbucks messed that up. haha
I can get a whole set of poems, catch up on journal entries, write a blog, read my Bible and work on my prayer journal, get caught up on my own for fun reading, and plan dinner all before everyone else in the world wakes up. Yes, I'm one of those annoyingly happy people in the morning that B graciously has learned to deal with and usually just laugh at if her rolls over to find me wide eyed and starring at him at 7:30. But the funny thing is that because of my high energy levels in the mornings, and the early afternoon gloom that sets in, I really like to stick to my morning routine and work, so I HATE being out of the house before 10 a.m. most days. I just know I'm losing work time. haha How weird is that?
Anyways, on to other creative thoughts. Picture a whale spouting out all that water as you read this next part. It was something I was thinking about for a while the other day, and it all just kind of came out in one big breath like a whale's watery exhales. (Is that what they're even doing when that happens?) And this is still along the lines of creativity and work, so that's why I'm including it here.
"Being creative is a JOB.
"Oh, I could go get that bookshelf packed up to finish up the little one's room. I could also probably get a few good hours of reading those three different books in: I'd like to know more about essential oils in pregnancy...or I could always get in an extra early morning workout. Hmmm...what about coffee? It's kind of early to eat. I'd just have to have a second breakfast. What's that, baby? Second breakfast is ok with you? Dad's already at work? You're right. I should get up and do some creative work too!!" :)
And that's how it happened. As it usually does. And here I am on the couch, in a flannel quilt, curled up with my laptop writing this. As far back as I can remember, I've pretty much always been a morning person. B and I are also pretty big homebodies, which I am very thankful for. I'm thankful my husband likes and prefers being in our home, with me. So by seven thirty most nights we're usually curled up together catching up on a favorite T.V. show, reading, or (like last night) already asleep. haha I know being pregnant and tired all the time just adds to my lack of ability to stay up past 9 p.m.
But really. This is when I'm most creative. Usually 4 a.m. until noon. And then, sadly, my energy quickly starts to drop and there's just nothing I can do about this. As long as I get up and just write, read, work, organize, whatever for those 8 hours before the afternoon, I don't feel so bad about only having energy to do some laundry and cooking in the afternoon. It would be worse if I just stayed in bed until 8 or so like a normal person, because I still wouldn't have energy in the afternoon. My body just hasn't worked that way for some time now...I think my early mornings working at Starbucks messed that up. haha
I can get a whole set of poems, catch up on journal entries, write a blog, read my Bible and work on my prayer journal, get caught up on my own for fun reading, and plan dinner all before everyone else in the world wakes up. Yes, I'm one of those annoyingly happy people in the morning that B graciously has learned to deal with and usually just laugh at if her rolls over to find me wide eyed and starring at him at 7:30. But the funny thing is that because of my high energy levels in the mornings, and the early afternoon gloom that sets in, I really like to stick to my morning routine and work, so I HATE being out of the house before 10 a.m. most days. I just know I'm losing work time. haha How weird is that?
Anyways, on to other creative thoughts. Picture a whale spouting out all that water as you read this next part. It was something I was thinking about for a while the other day, and it all just kind of came out in one big breath like a whale's watery exhales. (Is that what they're even doing when that happens?) And this is still along the lines of creativity and work, so that's why I'm including it here.
"Being creative is a JOB.
A creative writer or artist is always on the clock.
One place you can’t take commonplaces is in the shower. And
unfortunately that’s where all the creative brainstorming took place today
since it’s the only down time I seem to have this week. So here I am, trying to
write this before my hair is even dry so I don’t forget everything I’m
thinking.
Being creative really is a job. Or at least it feels that
way this week. I have multiple things lined up to do each day this week, on top
of a regular job, staying homeward focused, being a wifey, and staying “'reative.' I would tell you each and every thing I have on my to-do list just to make my
point, but I’m trying to grumble. I truly enjoy being busy
(aside from the sleepless zombie-fog I’ve been in the last few weeks). The
point is simply that I’m realizing what
ajob staying and being creative is in and of itself.
I get paid to teach three year olds about Jesus, their
letters, numbers, and doing arts and crafts. This job is a blessing,
and I do it two days a week, on the clock from 7:30-3:30. I’m also picking up a
job writing a grant for a new charter school (one of the many things on my to
do list this week). Those are the things God has chosen to put in my life to
help supply part of our needs at this time.
My list of unpaid jobs, ones that I think are just as
meaningful and make just as much of an impact as teaching kids about Jesus can,
is even longer. When I picked the Creative Writing program for my bachelor’s I
KNEW I wasn’t picking it for the money. Ha! Are you kidding me? I’ve FINALLY
landed my first PAID writing job where I get to do what I want to do (aside
from the newspaper I worked for) and I haven’t even been able to write anything
yet because the people I’m writing about are always in and out of town or
country. Needless to say, I’m not in this creative business for the money. I’ve
spent a lot of time asking God to use this degree and the gifts He’s given me
for His glory. He has opened some awesome doors for editing with Calvary
Chapel’s website, writing for Calvary Chapel magazine, editorial writing for
various Christian blogs, being part of a team starting up a creative arts
ministry and blog for our church, among many other things I’ve been blessed to
do and add to my writing resume. I still to this day would give up blogging,
being an 'artist,' any of my creative habits or projects, in a heartbeat if He
asked me to. One of my favorite quotes I heard from Jesse Bryan, one of the
previous art directors of Mars Hill Church, and it totally sums up how I feel
about my creative call. He said, “Being an artist is NOT a higher calling than being a Christian.” To be honest, its
harder for me to be creative than to not be creative since I would rather deny
that God made me this way than accept it and integrate it into my life. It is so much harder to work out being the creative person I'm learning God really has made me to be in order to relate to Him and His world in a better way. It would be easier for me to go through this life ignoring any creative impulse, than acting on it, because acting on creativity turns into a job. It’s a
hard thing to learn how to worship the Creator and not my creations. But God’s
grace is always sufficient.
That being the case, my creative habits and life often get
put on the back burner because Jesus, my ministry at home, church family,
grocery shopping, next month’s school crafts, and everything else you could
think of comes first.This being my first full year graduated and out of
college, I’ve really had to learn to stay creatively motivated without
professors, grades, and workshop friends keeping me accountable. Now I’m the
one facilitating workshops, encouraging others to write and stay creative, only
just managing to learn how to do so myself.
So, what do you do when you’re creative juices are
completely shut down do to the looming to-do list: blog posts for The
Incarnate, meet with Jesus, grow a baby in my womb, lesson plans for work,
lessons plans for our first creative workshops of the semester, grow a baby in
my womb, networking to organize open
mics, meet with Jesus, make dinner, meet with Jesus, meeting and exhorting
brothers and sisters, grow a baby in my womb, accomplish any writing jobs I’m
being paid to do, meet with Jesus, clean the bathroom…all these beings things I
LOVE and WANT to do.
God has called me to be prudent and use the gifts and
talents He’s given me in order to be a good steward of them. So what do I do?
Make a plan. I need to get a calendar. Make a schedule. There
are so many tiny, yet necessary things that need to get done for creative
writing, networking for a ministry, running part of a site, and continuing on
with normal life. Simply remembering to upload a new blog post is something
that needs to go on the to-do list this week. This whole process of staying
organized with your creative life is a topic I am just starting to dig in to,
so I’m sure you guys will hear much, much more about it in the future. Or there any creative calendars that have worked for you guys? If so, what are they? Any other thoughts or suggestions are much appreciated!!"
Now that that's all out there in the open, I hope some of you stayed with me through this long post! ;) My tummy is officially growling at 5:20, so it's time to go start the coffee! :)
xoxo
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