Enough

My bags are packed, almost.

The children all have places to go and are excited. Mostly.

I am ready for my sessions, kind of.

I have sewn my little heart away and am complete satisfied with my efforts for the handmade marketexcept I’m not.

I am up to date in my Body Restoration work – oh wait, no I’m not. I am so terribly behind.

No matter how hard I try, I am never ready, I am never completely satisfied with my efforts.  There is always something more I can do. I am always striving to be better, to do better, to be more and to do more.

It is hard to remember that I am enough. That my offerings are enough. If I have done my best, done everything I could and know that, it will be enough.

When I hear the little whispering to my soul that it isn’t good enough, that I should have done more, that I am failing…I know where that comes from. I know it is not from God. I know that it is not from someone who loves me and is so very forgiving.

My children know I try. My husband knows I try. God knows I try and I know I try.

And that is really all that matters.

I’m a day late, but linking up with Just Write all the same.

Filling my Cup

I am a week behind in my Body Restoration work, but that is okay. I needed an extra week to spend on how I view myself and others. I needed that extra week to really think about this glorious body I have been given and my soul that resides in it.  Now I am ready to talk about food, or better yet, how I nourish my body and soul.

How do you spend the majority of your time? How are you filling your cup? How are you nourishing your body and soul?

These are all questions I have had to really think about this week. What am I doing?

I will admit, I spend way too much time online. When I am here, I have no less than 3 tabs open at a time. Always email, Facebook and Twitter. Then, there are the tabs I am actually working on – blog posting, writing for Babyhold, reading blogs, searching for something for my children or husband…the list goes on and on and on.

I have noticed I am filling my cup with too much virtual life and not enough real life. I am trying to nourish my soul with things that aren’t really important instead of focusing on what is important – the people around me.

I have made a conscious effort this week. I am closing the tabs, I am turning off the Facebook and Twitter updates on my phone, I am turning off and tuning in to my family, my friends, to real life relationships. Just as I tell my kids, there is a time and a place for everything; I am just trying to figure out what the time and place for my online world is.  It is a work in progress, absolutely, but it is something that will benefit everyone.

Food has always been a big thing for me. I celebrate with food. I mourn with food. I eat when I’m happy, sad, bored, tired…did you see hungry in there? Yeah, me either. I don’t eat when I am hungry. I don’t listen to my body tell me it’s hungry, I just eat to eat…or at least I did.

Just like any addict, I have an unhealthy relationship with my addiction – food. I blame the food. I tell the brownies/cookies/cake/chocolate/ice cream that it is it’s fault for being so good. I punish myself and don’t make it, yet complain the whole time, “No sorry, I can’t have that. I am off sugar.” all the while feeling like such a martyr.

I am realizing it is not the food that is the problem. It is me. It is how I view that food.

God has given us food to nourish and strengthen our bodies. He has given us food to help us to have the energy and fuel we need to accomplish the tasks He has given us. When I look at it like that, it causes me to think twice about what I am putting into my body.  What am I trying to do with this handful of chocolate chips? Am I trying to fill a void? Am I really going to fuel my body with that? What would I say to my children if they wanted that?

As you can see, I am a work in progress, I have a lot I am mulling over and a lot I am working on. I imagine this week’s work will take me more than one week. This is a hard one. To turn off, and find the things that will nourish my body and soul.

Now I am going to go drink my green smoothie and really enjoy it. I am going to enjoy it and think about the good it is doing for my body.

What are some things you do to nourish your body and soul?

*Brave Girls Club gave me tuition to the Body Restoration course. All words, opinions and healings are mine alone.

 

February Four (on the 5th)

I had great intentions of getting my 4 on the 4th this month. But, Elliott is sick, Libby is sick, and every time I wasn’t running around yesterday, I was sitting getting bitten by nursing a sick babe.

This morning before Jeremy, Seth and Amelia took off for Church, I told everyone to come and SIT so i could snap a quick photo.  This is a rare shot of Elliott as my smiley babe isn’t so smiley these days. Especially when Mama isn’t holding him.

*Someday my kids are going to look back at these pictures and laugh. Amelia is going to ask why I let her wear a red shirt with a dress that has no red in it. Libby is going to laugh that she has pancakes in her mouth in the picture. Seth and Elliott…well they look great in these (there are plenty others that they will wonder about though!). This is what happens when I let my kids be individuals :)

Last month’s photo here.

Time to throw off the gloom and doom.

Things have been WAY too serious around here.

We have been having fun amidst all the chaos, I promise!  This video is really more for my folks, but anyone who loves 2 1/2 minutes of happy baby squeals can watch. Cause really, this baby? He is DIVINE. I love to eat him up.

And, just in case you didn’t get enough….here he is playing with the big kids.

Ah, that’s better. Happy! Baby! Kids!

Yep, despite all the seriousness of this site lately, my life is pretty dang awesome.

Missing Sister

She tells me she misses her
the sister she never met.
I see her playing, hear her making up stories,
so many include this sister she doesn’t know.

Sometimes she cries because she wants to play with her.
She tells me she misses her
almost daily.

I watch her struggle
trying to find the place where she fits.

I see her playing
all the while something is missing,
her other half,
her soul sister.

The one who went before,
the one who she misses on a level
only I can understand.

She tries to make sense of it,
but how can she?
I haven’t made sense of it.

Her spirit misses her sister.
It is as simple as that.

When I realize this
I suddenly feel less alone in my pain,
my sorrow,
my grief.

I understand her so well.
Both of our spirits are missing a piece.

linking up with Just Write

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