A Letter to All the Daughters: For When You Feel Out Rather Than In

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Daughter, you turn double digits tomorrow, and you’re so excited about the big 1-0 you can hardly sleep. Every night you flip around in your white sleigh bed like a fish out of water. I can see why, too. There’s something very big about being 10, isn’t there? I’m excited along with you, thankful for another grace-filled year. It feels good to anticipate your birthday rather than mourn its arrival like I did in your littler years.

But I don’t anticipate everything about you getting older.

Days will come when you’ll look left or right rather than up to measure your worth, and you’ll be sure you fall impossibly short of a perfect 10.

The truth is everyone falls short, and this is why God gave everyone Jesus.

You’ll hear people say differently, and your path will cross those who put more stock into popularity contests than human hearts.

Some of them will even sell the idea and bank on you believing it.

I don’t want that garbage filling an inch of space in your heart, but already a friend ignores you on the playground and you whisper the words to me,

“Mama, I feel like I don’t matter, like I’m on the outside.” 

Daughter, you can’t run from that stench fast enough. Because you know what? Exclusionary isn’t in God’s vocabulary. He created you on purpose for a purpose, so hear Him whisper this truth from the heavens,

“Girl, you are in.”

We’re snuggling on the couch together, and you say you’re glad I’m the hugging type. But my arms can squeeze too hard and am I really teaching you to release the playground squabbles and other heart-heavy things into the arms of heaven?

I’ve looked you in the eyes and reminded you what you need to see in the mirror. But do I listen to you and remind you what your heart needs to hear?

“For in Christ all the fullness of Deity lives in bodily form, and you have been given fullness in Christ, who is the head over every power and authority.” ~Colossians 2:9-10

You don’t need to be a perfect 10 because you have perfect fullness in Christ. Let me grab you with my hug-happy arms and let’s rest our confidence in this together.

Ten years ago, God hand-wrote your name on your own reservation in this world, and no one else can sit there.

Because you perfectly fit right here today and always.

You are loved.

If you are sharing your own stories with a Scripture verse or passage, read this first.

Next prompt: Next week is our last week of school, so I have transitions on my mind. Next Thursday, tell me about a time God taught you an unexpected lesson or truth through a season of change or transition. I look forward to reading your stories!




For the Mamas and Mama-Mentors {Free Printable!}

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Every so often, as my almost-taller-than-me children and I cruise the aisles at the grocery store or Target, some sweet soul will notice one of my sons sporting his favorite Maui t-shirt. They want to know: Did you vacation there recently?  Once they find out we lived there, they follow-up with the same question: What’s that like?? But given the drive-by nature of grocery store encounters, we have to answer in a way that sums it all up.

So, one of us usually gives an answer along the lines of,

“It had it’s highs and lows, but we wouldn’t trade our time there for anything!”

It’s a whole lot easier to say this than go into all the details.

When I think of all that encompasses our lives as a Mama, I think the same words pretty much sum up our job title.

“It has its highs and lows, but we wouldn’t trade our time there for anything!”

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 free printable version here

If you would like a little extra something special to give your own mama or mama-mentor in your life, maybe print this off and place it in a frame or card for her?

Mama: Such a simple word for such a busy calling.

Much love to all the mamas, aunts, friends, and mentors out there who freely and generously invest in others.

Enjoy your day, friends!


When Your Daughter Runs Circles Around the Boys

I look out the window to find she’s turned the swing set into an obstacle course again. Like a monkey at the zoo, she alternates swinging hands and feet from swing seat to trapeze bar to the other swing seat before grabbing the slide’s platform with both hands. Pulling herslef onto the platform, she pats herself on the back by breaking out some dance moves. She then turns 180 degrees with a flourish and performs the trick again in reverse.

I look over at my boys who are sitting quietly with their books and music. I wonder what’s wrong with this picture.

The truth is absolutely nothing.

The truth is I’m not the only mama whose daughter runs circles around boys.

My twin sons haven’t always been so ready to be still. I spent their toddler years unable to take them both to the park by myself because one was a climber and the other a runner and both had no desire to stay close to me. And then when they were 2 and 3, they never walked but ran from room to room or wild outside. The preschool years brought fast peddling bike rides with no hands and game after game after game of chase and tag.

They sporadically play sports and still enjoy hiking and bike rides, but the older they get, the more inclined they are to take their down time reading, playing board games, computer games, drums or music.

While age thirteen finds James and Ethan tapping the brakes, it finds my Faith punching the gas pedal. And in her opinion, down time is punishment rather than privilege.

Beginning at four years old, she wanted to ignore our family policy of one extracurricular activity at a time. {But whhhyy can’t I do soccer and cheerleading and swim lessons and gymnastics and dance all at once?} From her itty bitty years ’til today, she would rather swing and run than sit and read, hang upside down than stay right side up, explore new heights than stay on the ground.

The older she gets the faster she accelerates, hair flying wild and free like her spirit.

More than anything on God’s green earth, my kids have taught me about the infinite canvas of God’s creation. His fingerprints leave unique strengths, talents, and personality traits on each living soul making no two of us alike. While there’s no denying boys and girls have general tendencies towards gender specific characteristics, there’s also no denying those lines aren’t black and white. Their individual personalities are just that: individual.

“What my wife and I have learned over the years is that grace-based homes have got to be places where children have the  option to be who God uniquely designed them to be…Their young minds run wild and sometimes perform crazy gauntlets within their imaginations. God made them this way. He chose to put these characteristics on the front side of their life. Obviously, He calls on parents to help them develop the maturity and skills to take on adulthood, but not at the expense of their unique nuances. This is an amazing time for their lives. When we get done leading them through it, the sense of amazement is still supposed to be in place – only more sophisticated. Declaring war on his differences just because they don’t fit our fancy is a good way to snuff out a child’s sense of wonder and amazement for a lifetime.”

~ Dr. Tim Kimmel, Grace Based Parenting

I’m just a mama doing my best to live grace to my children. Oh, I’ve messed this up by trying to squish their individual personality traits into factory made molds. But instead I want to be the mama who celebrates their character by supporting their strengths, that cheers them on in broad daylight by embracing their dreams.

Looking out my window again, I see snow starting to fall. Faith cartwheels across the backyard, only stopping to catch snowflakes on her tongue. I pray earnestly,

“Lord, may she always be so ready to cartwheel and grab the amazing and unique. May I always be looking heavenward with hands open ready to embrace all that is right and good and unique in her and her brothers. And may I remember that instead of “boys will be boys” and “girls will be girls,” it’s really James, Ethan, and Faith will be James, Ethan, and Faith.”


When You’re Tempted to Hang a ‘Do Not Disturb’ Sign on Your Heart

 “When teenagers put a ‘do not disturb’ sign on their door, I want you to respect that. Go through their window.” ~Nick Vujicic

Two teenagers share my living space, and I’m mighty smitten with them. In parenting them, my man and I have yet to reach the stage so many warn us about {cue the well intentioned woman with her just you wait ’til their teenagers! expression}. But our boys are at the starting gate of Teenagerville, so I’m not about to get cocky towards invading hormones and hard times. Besides, while I try to parent intentionally, many days I don’t feel super confident I know what I’m doing. My jeans and pants testify to this as most their knees are rubbed out from me begging God to fill my gaps.

  

Things aren’t always easy breezy here at casa Strong as we walk the tightrope of giving independence while maintaining boundaries. Sometimes we fall off, but we always get back on because this one thing I know for sure: I’ll fight like heck to keep walls from going up between us. If the ‘do not disturb’ sign shows up on my kids’ door, I respect it. But that doesn’t mean I don’t find me a bedroom window to crawl through.

Just like kids, we adults sometimes hang a ‘do not disturb’ sign on our hearts. Whether we aren’t happy with the way things turned out or feel we’re the exception to God’s grace, we tell Him in no uncertain terms to just keep out. We sit in our own stuff and resist His assurances. When this happens, He will respect our wishes, but He’ll come looking for a window, too.

God is always ready to use anything in our lives to speak of His grace. We’ll keep building walls but He’ll keep reaching over them because His love is a love that never lets go.

When I’ve allowed part of my heart to remain closed off from God, He opens a window in the form of powerful Scripture, a wise, grounded husband, and devoted friends. Pretty soon I find the warm breezy air irresistible, and I wonder why I fought so hard to stay isolated in the first place.

Have you ever placed a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door of your heart? Who or what has the Lord used as a window in your own life?

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