Expecting

I am expecting.

No, I am not pregnant.

Maybe I should re-phrase that. I have expectations. I think of all of the things that I spend anticipating: Weekends with the Crazies, Christmas festivities, paying off a debt. These are things I look forward to with joy. But, I am not speaking here of anticipations. I am speaking of: Expectations.

Let me explain.

There are certain expectations of me that are completely justified.

• To put my children's needs first
• To provide for my family
• To be a good steward of what God has given me
• To abandon the sins of my past and the temptations of today
• To be honest and live with integrity

But, sometimes there are occasional expectations of me that I tend to see as rather unrealistic; unfair. And I dislike it. I cannot come running in the middle of the night. I cannot loan money every time I am asked. I cannot put others' needs ahead of my own family's. I cannot drop everything at a moment's notice to rescue a momentary crisis. I cannot be as flexible with my schedule as is desired. I cannot put others first ahead of my children. And sometimes these things are asked of me. And, that, dear ones, is when the feel-sorries make themselves at home. You know those thoughts: If only they could see how hard I work. Don't they know I'm a single mom with two jobs? They are never the ones to call me to see how I'm doing. Whine... whine... whine...

I detest the feel-sorries. I am worthless to my Creator when I am wallowing in this shallow, selfish, toxic wasteland.

But, this 'expectation' mentality is also a two-way street.

The last two days a fog has lifted around me and I am once again seeing a little more clearly in light of my often chaotic life. This morning I began to breathe, and meditate, and open my heart again to my Abba and I could see the irony in my twisted, bent-up thoughts. I am weary of others expecations of me. Yet, I have in turn placed unfair ones on others as well.

I said I will do my reason. And I think you should do yours. Yet I also think we should not expect others to do things that are not their reason.

We all have gifts, purposes, reasons set aside by God Himself. And those purposes are not all the same. So, why, in Heaven's name, am I expecting the Peters in my life to be Barnabuses?

I don't call the plumber when my roof is leaking. I don't call the phone company when the heat fails. In the same way, I need to stop being angry with the Peters in my life for not being a Barnabus when I need it.

My point is I am just as guilty. And I am sorry. Truly.

Sometimes I get distant because I allowed my feelings to be hurt. And the simple truth of the matter is that it is entirely my own doing. I have expected others to do things that are not their reason.

So, as I sit and desire the benefit of the doubt and a little extra grace and a little understanding from those around me, I am called to give the same.

A little benefit of the doubt.

A little extra grace.

A little more understanding....

And a little more realistic expectations.

This is me trying to be better at Little.

Be Little

It's the Little things:

• The first sip of coffee on a cold, Autumn morning
• A brightly painted sky that takes your breath away
• Butterfly kisses
• A sudden burst of giggles from the other room
• Colored leaves
• Sleep
• A favorite movie
• The ending to a new favorite book
• Baking brownies
• Bedtime prayers with a child

It's the Little things:

• Glitch-free technology
• New tires and plenty of gas
• Work
• A pain-free day
• Heat as the crisp wind approaches
• Pay-day
• Warm beds
• Full bellies

It's the Little things:

• A quick message simply stating, "I'm thinking of you."
• A smile
• Inside jokes
• A house full of laughter and friends
• The sudden absence of an obtrusive tree branch thanks to a thoughtful neighbor
• Friends who steal your car to get the oil changed
• Arriving home to freshly mowed grass due to good Samaritans
• The benefit of the doubt
• A perfectly timed hug

Be. Little.

Do Your Reason

It's been a while. I know. And I apologize. Life (as we like to call it) has overwhelmed me lately and while I have known that I need to be on here sharing and encouraging, I've found myself at the end of every day with really no words to share.

Before you fall out of your chair laughing, "Nancy?!? NO words?!?" - it's true.

I want to encourage. I want to uplift and be a light. A voice for faith.

I've simply been just overwhelmed. However, to re-adopt my two-year-old motto: "No Excuses" - I apologize.

A good friend said to me this week, "God put you here for a reason. Do your reason."

That being said...here goes.

To begin: a confession. To follow-up: a turn-around.

Confession: I've felt so worn out and weary and completely spent lately that I have not given myself and my spirit what it needs. I've been consumed with the needs and demands of those around me that I have neglected my own very real, very necessary, needs; both physically and spiritually. That's about to change; at least for a couple of soul-demanding weeks. I'll not lament what those needs are as they will sound like whines and I left that part of my past just there - in the past. I beat it, kicked it, dragged it out of town and shot it in the head and am determined that it shall not resurrect itself. I'll just end this by reminding some of you (who really need to remember) that it is ok - no, better yet, it is Godly - to take care of yourself physically and spiritually. In fact, if you don't, you find yourself with nothing left to give. And that, my friends, is where I am dangerously close to edging upon.

Turn-around: It's time for some blessing counting.

• At the end of the day, I truly am blessed to be surrounded by so many people who desire my company and assistance and trust me with their needs as much as they do. There are times when my desire is not to be needed quite so much, yet it is a privilege to be counted worthy of walking alongside my friends, family, brothers and sisters, shouldering a portion of their burdens.
• My family has a new (to us) vehicle. And, in reality, it is a better quality van than the one that was just totaled. We definitely came out on the winning end of that drama and I am grateful to God every time I get in it and start the engine.
• I learned today that my blog has been read in 12 countries. Humbling.
• New friends I have made on this journey have opened my eyes more clearly to the world around me and how touched by the hand of God I have been. He loves to challenge me daily to see others as He sees them and it is truly a gift for which I cannot thank Him enough.
• Our family has a new member: Ngutse lives in Rwanda and we have adopted him through Compassion International. My children pray for him and his family every day and we are falling more and more in love with him.

I've spent a week pondering and meditating; knowing I am not following my calling to share and minister and walk this life as transparently as I can in order to encourage others. And I've ended each day with no words. Today, my eyes were opened to the connection between my weary heart and my calling; my needs and the needs of those around me.

So, today, I will get over myself and my (sinful) worries and my childish whines and I will do what God put me here to do.

I will do my reason.

Who Do You Think You Are?

Or a better question: Who do I think I am?

This is not a post with answers.

These are questions. Musings. Ponderings.

As I massage my terribly wounded toes.

These last few days have been overflowing with reminders of: Forgiveness.

Second Chances. (And third. And fourth.)

'Faith and love work together. Faith is energized by love, and we cannot expect our prayers to be answered if we are angry at someone or have unforgiveness in our heart.' -Joyce Meyer (Mark 11:24-26)

Ouch. Don't like that one.

'Holding a grudge is letting someone live rent free in your head.' - Facebook post

Ouch. Don't like that one either.

Think God is trying to tell me something?

Or how about this one?

'Forgive, and you will be forgiven.. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.' -Luke 6

I like that one the least.

Because the measure I have used has been poor indeed. Small.

Sitting in a school assembly this past week with people across the auditorium with whom I really desire to be angry was so. very. hard.

But, as I have said before, right now God is calling me to let go.

At first I thought it was a 'letting go' of the past so I can move on with my life. A calling to benefit me. Then I've begun to realize that is only part of the calling. To let go - fully - also means to let go of my pain. Of the wrongs. Of the lies. Of the abandonment. Of the things that just are not 'right' in my eyes.

Deep down, in the now and in my forever future, that is also for my benefit.

God tells me in His love letters to me that He will right the wrongs.

Do I trust that that may not mean exactly what I want it to?

Am I ready to really...let go?

I was asked this week, as I lamented my worries over my children and their happiness and their adjustments and learning: "Who do you think you are, Nancy, to think that you determine your children's future? Your children are God's. They were never yours to begin with. He has them well taken care of. You are not the one to make things happen for them. Let God do that. You just parent the way God would have you - parent to please Him."

I'm going to take it a step further:

"Who do you think you are, Nancy, to not forgive the wrongs against you in your life? How much more has God already forgiven from you?"

Ouch.

'I am the thorn in Your crown
But You love me anyway
I am the sweat from Your brow
But You love me anyway
I am the nail in Your wrist
But You love me anyway

I am Judas’ kiss

But You love me anyway' - Sidewalk Prophets

Lord, please forgive me.

And teach me to forgive as you do.

"I am Judas' kiss" - that line gets me every time...