Holy in the Moment
“A pour-calming-waters-into-an-overbusy-life book."
–Carrie Daws, author and speaker
“Eye opening, thought provoking, and heart changing.”
-Lorilee Sheviak, counselor, Grace Ministries
"This book is powerful – raw – purposeful – challenging. I love it!"
Any Military wife is all too familiar with the saying, “Home is where the military sends you.” Like it or not. If you want to survive as a Military wife, you have to embrace this mindset. Otherwise, you spend your time being miserable rather than enjoying the interesting things…
Why do I do the things I do? If I were able to see a print out of my motivations over the last week, I am sure I would be shocked at how pervasive selfishness is in my thinking. If my eyes are glued to my own problems and plans, I will not truly see the needs and interests of others. It isn’t that I don’t want to–I really do care about other people. It is just that sometimes there doesn’t seem to be much brain-power left after I deal with myself and my stuff. Have you noticed that self-absorption is a consuming state of mind?
You see, being human, either I think too much of myself, or I think of myself too much.When I think too highly of myself, I will inevitably think too lowly of someone else. There’s only so much room at the top.
Sometimes I catch myself reading a portion of Scripture with a bit of an argumentative attitude. Ever done that? When the words of God are shockingly different from our cultural mindset and worldly way of conducting life, it is easy to cross my arms and want to dig in my heels. When I don’t completely understand how or why, I can default to doubt or bossiness–just keeping it real here. I am humbled when I remember many situations when I have prayed about an issue in my life from the mindset that I know exactly how to fix it; I just need God to do it. It is easy for a desire to solve a problem to become an agenda, ever noticed that?
Isn’t it great to be one of the family? There is a feeling of security when you know you belong . When you are part of the family, you know where you live…duh. You have a key to the door and you come right on in whenever you want to, because you live there. Right? When you are part of the family, you can help yourself to whatever is in the refrigerator (unless of course, your mom has but an “Eat this and you will Die!” note on the banana pudding. When you are one of the family, you can snuggle up on the couch and put your feet on the coffee table. You can relax because you know you belong. You know you are supposed to live there. You are loved and accepted, even if you are having a bad day and are feeling a little testy.
Let’s talk about THE Teenager’s ROOM. I’ll try to keep this post short, and focused on one characteristic. You know you have a teenager in the house when … …you open the door to their room and are bombarded by…THE SMELL. I would post a picture of this (THE SMELL),…