Yesterday....
I found myself at the end of my rope.
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Realizing that June Cleaver was not in my genetic make-up,
I got in my car and drove to the edge of our property....
turned off the car, the lights, the life around and just sat...
hurting, wondering, praying, crying, questioning....
turned off the car, the lights, the life around and just sat...
hurting, wondering, praying, crying, questioning....
What was I doing?
HE was probably looking down and giggling when he saw me
hanging out on my imaginary mimosa tree where as a kid I used to run when desperately seeking help from above.
hanging out on my imaginary mimosa tree where as a kid I used to run when desperately seeking help from above.
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As a little girl,
when things got too big for my brain's britches...
I would run away!
Aaaalllllll the way to the edge of our lot
(about 100 ft away)
It was a powerful statement to be made...
or so I thought!
To my surprise,
mom never called the cops to try and find me.
Anyway,
Anyway,
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there was a mimosa tree
that would call to me...
it was a place
that would call to me...
it was a place
that I would climb onto
and just sit, pout, cry, rest,
and eventually retreat back to the home
where God intended for me to be.
It's a bit of an irony,
to look at how one retreats back to their earlier comforts
to get through current discomforts...
Some people look for comfort foods
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but I always look for imaginary trees to sit in....
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one that can lift me up out of the world
and help to give me a better perspective
of the problems down below!
So,
while sitting in my imaginary mimosa tree, last night
God did share a little bit of perspective
which always helps to understand
possible reasons for the madness....
As moms,
we wear quite a few hats to appease the family...
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It's when I start to believe that I can actually BE
all these things that I get lost in the shuffle
and eventually
lose IT.
all these things that I get lost in the shuffle
and eventually
lose IT.
Here are a few of the job titles
of a typical mom
on a typical day.
We are:
roosters:
a species that crows at the crack of dawn
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to awaken the family!
baristas:
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a person who specializes in making super grande super cafe
with a double espresso shot!
with a double espresso shot!
household administrators:
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an organizer of each family members daily agenda.
hostesses:
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one who greets family members and
tells them that food is ready at least 50 times.
tells them that food is ready at least 50 times.
chefs:
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professional cook who custom serves the daily special
to each child's liking.
to each child's liking.
sous-chefs:
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The chef's right hand WOman
who prepares ingredients, chops and cleans up
after the chef.
who prepares ingredients, chops and cleans up
after the chef.
waitresses:
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a thankless job with no tips.
a laundromat:
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laundry, laundry, laundry
a personal shopper:
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a professional buyer who specializes in guessing
the "current" fashion of the day.
She usually ends up returning most items of the guessing game!
the "current" fashion of the day.
She usually ends up returning most items of the guessing game!
a taxi cab driver:
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one who drives children back and forth
ONLY
at prime traffic hours.
a race car driver:
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a driver who has the ability to drive at top speeds
when needed to avoid the tardy bell.
This driver also has a special ability to convince the police that being late to a child's activity is an absolute emergency and would not hold up in court if ticketed.
when needed to avoid the tardy bell.
This driver also has a special ability to convince the police that being late to a child's activity is an absolute emergency and would not hold up in court if ticketed.
a teacher:
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one who attempts to teach the assigned homework to my child (blindfolded, of course)
a student:
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one who attempts to learn the lessons
that were taught to my child that day.
that were taught to my child that day.
a women:
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by this time of the day you can
HEAR ME ROAR...
HEAR ME ROAR...
Trilingual....
an interpreter:
an interpreter:
one who listens to the language of my teen...
which is mostly body language and attempt to interpret it as love.
an interpreter:
one who listens to the saga of my middle school daughter and translates it into a prayer language for all the hurts of middle school girls.
a maid:
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pick up, pick up, pick up!
a cheerleader:
one who has the ability to "yell"
one who has the ability to "yell"
to all team players to do their jobs well!!!
or it least do them!
or it least do them!
a private investigator:
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are being faithful to their family values.
a computer specialist:
one who figures out why the printer won't print
when the English report is due in the morning.
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when the English report is due in the morning.
a patient:
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Usually works but sometimes specialists (God and my hubby) are needed to play a 'real voice' in this scenario to help encourage me along the way.
a maid:
laundry, laundry, laundry
a nurse:
one who has the ability to tend to sudden injuries at a moment's notice.
a warrior:
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my family with legions of angels....
we need every angel we can get to help us in these daily battles.
a noodle:
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After looking at the typical day in the life of a mom...
I'm surprised I don't lose IT on an hourly basis.
God reminds me in these times...
that He is my mimosa tree
His son is the only covering/hat I need!
His son is the only covering/hat I need!
If I just let go of the control...
and Let Him take over
then tree climbing gets to be just plain fun!
then tree climbing gets to be just plain fun!
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest.
29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me,
for I am gentle and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
and I will give you rest.
29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me,
for I am gentle and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
Mathew 11:28 - 30
Mimosa tree
I run to thee
in hopes of being free
Mimosa tree
I cling to thee
to sit and try to be
Mimosa tree
a promised key
my kids will surely see
Mimosa tree
with branches reach
to comfort all of me!
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so... where do you run....
when your looking for some rest?
feel free to leave a comment to share your secret place!!!
2 comments:
My mimosa tree is actually a 'sandy beach with surf lapping and sun warming my hungry soul'.
From one WOman to another...thank you, Sister, for putting into words AND pictures the thoughts and trials faced by so many of us as we try to wear all those hats fashionably! Sigh.
Selah...can you imagine how much Calgon it would take to fill the ocean I run to in my mind? Let's buy some stock!!! lol
I hear ya', sister! We were definitely on the same page this week.
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