Goals

When little things are really BIG things.

Most of you know that this year...well, it's been semi-horrible for me, for us. But it's also been equally beautiful and God-filled.  

Goofy brothers.  

Goofy brothers.  

 

I guess I'm still gripped by a decent amount of fear and anxiety because when I consider the days that have passed since I last did (insert previously mundane, ordinary task here), it's borderline embarrassing.  

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Okay, so it's fully, completely embarrassing. 

 

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Things such as taking your children to the park. Grabbing those few missing items from your mental grocery list. Leaving your driveway.... 

Those things.  

Lunch.  

Lunch.  

 

It's so hard. So incredibly hard and difficult and unfair to remember what you used to be before fear and anxiety and random unexplained health issues.  

Music and Movement!  

Music and Movement!  

 

I used to just GO! Just 10 months ago, I had a three month old new baby, four other little guys, my sister and her husband here and their twin toddlers and we got up one morning and I drove them to a children's museum over an hour away from our house. No big deal.  

Olive was so ready for Co-Op

Olive was so ready for Co-Op

 

Now, today, I had to put myself in "timeout" in my van in the parking lot, "mid-co-op" and calm down. I was on the verge of frantic and I just sat in the van and sobbed while my three little girls kept begging to go to the playground with the other children.  

Computer/Testing Nook. There's a curtain to close in between this area and the sewing station.  

Computer/Testing Nook. There's a curtain to close in between this area and the sewing station.  

 

I told them to wait as I chugged Rescue Remedy and prayed for God to "take it away" for the seventieth-millionth time.  

My best friend encouraged me just one week ago to maybe tackle cleaning out our detached building for what I always dreamed would be our homeschool room. It was 700 sq.ft.of just crazy. I am so thankful to God for a friend that didn't push me, but gently encouraged me to tackle it while she was there. It was a HUGE accomplishment and now we have a fully functional space for our homeschools. To God be the glory!! Did I mention we didn't spend a dime so far?!??  

My best friend encouraged me just one week ago to maybe tackle cleaning out our detached building for what I always dreamed would be our homeschool room. It was 700 sq.ft.of just crazy. I am so thankful to God for a friend that didn't push me, but gently encouraged me to tackle it while she was there. It was a HUGE accomplishment and now we have a fully functional space for our homeschools. To God be the glory!! Did I mention we didn't spend a dime so far?!??  

 

We never made it to the playground. But not because I didn't want to, I seriously didn't know where it was located. So we hung out in the hallways until big brothers were done.  

Sewing/Crafting station.  

Sewing/Crafting station.  

 

You might say, "focus on the fact that YOU WENT today...you overcame so much". But, did I really? I mean, this is typical "mom stuff". This is stuff I should have no problem doing, planning for, and finding joy in. The fact that I have to wrestle through every moment is highly irritating. I just want that part of me back that thought it was "no thing" at all to attend a homeschool co-op, drive myself to the store, or have energy to stand and make dinner anticipating my dizziness to plague me the entire time.  

Media area and Library/Reading area. Not fully complete, but functional!  

Media area and Library/Reading area. Not fully complete, but functional!  

 

But, I guess, for now, I have to take the little things and make them the big things. The little things will have to matter now because to accomplish the little things is so huge for me. But I don't think it'll be any less embarrassing for me. I just don't.  

The Preschool Area of our schoolhouse.  

The Preschool Area of our schoolhouse.  

 

So today, yea, I drove my children to a church 23 minutes away from home. And we attended the co-op. And I had one meltdown. And I helped another little girl with an art project. And I talked to a couple of the other moms...but not extensively.  

 

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I guess I'm proud of me, but I'm too exhausted to stay proud. I'm just hoping that this can be a catalyst to the old me. The me that doesn't fight or flight the whole of life.  

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I can't wait for the little things to not be the big things for me anymore. But, for now, I'll choose to celebrate the little things, because it's the thousands of little things that will lead me back to where I belong. 

 

-Alicia  

No Matter What

A few years ago, Will and I had moved down to South Florida and I was working at Starbucks. I graduated college in 2008. I always thought that after you graduated college you immediately get a job, and start your new life as an independent adult.It took me 3 years to get an intro job after graduating college. I applied to hundreds of places and just nothing was working out. I was getting discouraged, thinking I could have saved myself and my parents thousands of dollars if I was going to work at Starbucks all my life.

Everything seemed to work out for my husband. He's worry-free, and has always known what his dreams were. During this time of me trying to find a job, he was chasing his dreams. I was jealous of him, but also super excited at the same time. I started to get depressed, and sort of became a crazy person. I'm OCD and a control freak, and for three years I did my best to control this crazy part of my life. Applying and working really hard to try and get a job. I would pray not asking God for a job, but more asking Him, "Why? why? why?!!!!"

I started feeling like I had no purpose. I felt lost, and completely lonely. For three years I felt this way constantly... annoyed, frustrated, and alone.

One day it hit me. I had never prayed and told God that no matter what the outcome I would always love Him. So I fell to my knees, sobbing my eyes out, in my tiny little apartment... I cried out to Jesus and I said, "Jesus, no matter what happens in my life I'll always love You.  Jesus, I'll always love you!"

I wasted three years feeling sorry for myself and worrying about my life. For three years, I was frustrated and carried a burden that Christ had never asked me to bare.

When I prayed that night, I felt complete peace. I wasn't worried at all. And wouldnt' you know, I got offered a job one week later?!?!!

I'm not sure what you're doing through, but you aren't meant to bare it on your own. Whatever it is Jesus is still worthy of your praise and love. Let Him know, praise Him in this tough time, and see how He takes away that burden and pain and showers you with peace.

-Amber