Posts Tagged ‘two-year-old’

Nana Holds-Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Tuesday, August 7th, 2012

Coffee Hour!

Thanks so much for joining me today for a little break! Whether I landed in your email box or you came to Chicklit Power, I so appreciate you taking the time to hang out for a few minutes and allow me to share my heart through this series. Grab your coffee and come on in.

So as I rewind back to those first few weeks, all sorts of emotions collide, but several truths are now coming to the surface, and on the wings of those truths is an understanding that is bringing beauty to one of the most painful seasons in my life. See, when little Bryden came to live with us, all I could think about was how in the world was I going to fit him into my already packed life?

I was beyond exasperated and puzzled at the same time. Aren’t grandchildren to spoil and send back to their parents? Why in the world are you allowing this? I wondered constantly. Don’t I have enough to do?  What about the ministry, and writing? I argued. I wondered what I was doing wrong, or what I needed to do better. Let’s be honest, or at least I will be: When your kids grow up, and they have their own family, you want to spend time with them, create special memories with them, but to live with them . . . And what about that scripture that directs them to leave and cleave?

I wanted all these answers and more, but what I kept getting were reminders of who was and is really in control and those reminders came through scriptures, through my closest friends and yes, He also used CPM to pull me in off the ledge several times when I wanted to just jump, up to heaven of course! 🙂

The way the childcare issue worked out was nothing short of a miracle and I thank Him constantly for the gift of Shuzanne – as Bryden calls her when he’s not calling her mommy – and Donald, her husband. They have a little boy, almost four, and a little girl, almost two, and the three of them hit it off amazingly well. They are all BFFs, fighting one minute, and holding hands the next! 🙂 What a lifesaver they were and continue to be!

It wasn’t long before there was a conflict – surprise, surprise – and it had to do with Bryden’s mom who from our perspective, was using little Bryden to get back into Bryce’s budget and into our home, so we were encouraging him to get the custody established, letting him know that we would help him. For reasons that were not easily recognizable, he disregarded our advice, but through the Grace of God, I realized, and Bryce confirmed this, that because he didn’t have his mom growing up, he didn’t want Bryden to go through that.Day three in his new home with his new toy, Amos!

What he wasn’t considering was the cost. I was able to communicate to him that I understood why he wanted her to be involved in Bryden’s life and explained that we weren’t trying to participate in keeping her from him but because of past history, there needed to be some sort of safety net in place because she was not showing signs of being able to take care of him on her own. He disagreed, letting me know he felt she was able to be alone with him.

Instead of getting mad, I remember leaving it like that, agreeing to disagree; after all, Bryden is his child, not ours!

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Reflecting,

Evinda

 

Giddy-Up Ears-Monthly WOW (Words of Wisdom) From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Wednesday, March 7th, 2012

Joy to you, and thanks for coming by today for what I hope will be the conclusion to our monthly WOW from James, brother of Jesus. Grab your coffee and come on in.

So to recap, the first part of our Words of Wisdom teach us to giddy-up our ears and pull the reins in on our tongues and that will help us to be much slower at wrath/anger. Then James goes on to explain why, and I kind of alluded to this in our last Coffee Hour.

“For the wrath of man does not produce the righteousness of God.” Oh, but that’s a mouthful. 🙂 There’s that “speak into His life and not out” I’m hearing! 🙂

I think it would be easier to pull the reins in on our tongue so the anger doesn’t come spewing out if we learned to recognize why we tend to let go of the reins. Let’s be honest; most of the time when the reins go flailing out of our hands and our anger/wrath erupts, there’s the big “I, I, I” all wrapped up in pride, and what’s in the middle of pride? Uh-huh, “I.” Plain and simple, pride is a sin – oh, what’s in the middle of sin? Yep, it’s that darn “I” again!

So let’s go back to the teaching experience at hand, which is my step-son and grandson living with us. Truthfully, I’ve had to do some serious soul-searching and allow Him to do some major heart-cleaning. I can only imagine how I must have looked to Abba at the beginning of this season: Just like a toddler going through her terrible-two phase on steroids, and needing her diaper changed constantly! I can’t laugh about it yet, but something tells me He’s smiling with me as He holds my hand and rids me of the “I, I, I” mentality I had going into this.

I was reading in my Bible study that God often teaches the toughest lessons to the teacher before they are taught through the teacher! Well, I am most definitely being served a few lessons and He’s using a two-year-old, and his father too, to serve them to me.

When Bryce first moved in, I was on him like white on rice, trying to get him to conform to my way of living, keep his room clean, do his laundry, because after all, this our house and I’m not going to stand by and watch him destroy it. I was going to help him as gently as I could learn to respect our things. Oh, I’ll never forget when our Sovereign Father revealed to me that the way I was going about doing this was doing more damage than harm! And when I finally shut up, showed up, He also revealed to me that this 27-year-old had little to no self-respect so it would be quite a process before he would be respecting anything of mine.

And then I hear this message through this WOW: “So, do you want to speak out of his life and push him further from Me, or do you want to learn to listen, be slow to speak and especially slow to anger, being a part of the solution instead of the problem, planting seeds in his salvation?”

Oh, Father, giddy-up my ears, and pull the reins on my tongue . . .

Champing at the bit but praising Him,

Evinda

Laughing at Myself-Journal Entry-From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Monday, January 9th, 2012

I am so blessed you could join me today for a coffee break. I thought it would be fun to share an up-close and personal moment with you where I found myself laughing… at myself! Grab your coffee and come on in.

I’m trying to think of where to begin so you can appreciate this moment of laughter. Since it stems from a little man in an almost-two-year-old body, I’ll begin there. On New Year’s Day, we had a new little resident move into our home, our grandson, Bryden, and with him came a whole new set of responsibilities, as if – oops, can’t go there; I’m on that word fast! 🙂

Anyway, last Tuesday was my first day on the job, so to speak, of getting him ready and taking him to the God-sent angel that would be taking care of him while his dad works. I was geared up and ready, had gotten up extra early so I could have my quiet time and then get several things done in the office, proof a transcript, pack his backpack for the day and take a shower all before he woke up!

All that accomplished, I was ready to greet him when his happy little self appeared on the stairs. 🙂 The morning went fairly smooth except for the tug-of-war on what he wanted to eat. First he wanted this; then he didn’t want that; then it was a banana, so I peeled it and handed it to him. He looked at it as though it were a monster and handed it back and said, “No!” Finally he settled on a bowl of cheerios and a cup of juice.

I got him dressed, finished putting my face on and realized I didn’t have my tights on so I grabbed them and my shoes, Bryden’s things and Bryden, of course, and put him and all the other stuff in the car. And these car seats, now . . . So complicated! By the time I pulled out of the driveway, I was exhausted!

The little guy did amazing when it came time to leave him at his new daycare, a friend’s home. I watched him as he stared at her two little ones, a three-year-old boy and a little girl close to his age. I knew instinctively he was going to be okay, especially after I said, “Give Nanna a kiss,” and he brought his little face up in my direction and puckered up just a little bit. 🙂

When I pulled out of her driveway, I burst out in tears, tears of frustration because to be honest, this feels as though it’s more than I can bear and I certainly didn’t want it, and then there were tears of relief, relief from knowing that what He brings me to, He’ll bring me through and I was so grateful to have a safe place for him to be.

I still had one thing to do before getting to my deposition: I had to meet my son to give him something so I had him meet me in the parking lot of the law office, which he did. After I hugged him good-bye, I remembered I still hadn’t put my tights and shoes on, so I had no choice. There I sat in the nearly-empty parking lot of this law office – everyone was at lunch — scrunched in the front seat of my car with windows barely tinted – and I began to wrestle with those darned tights while trying my best not to look like I was doing such a thing in the parking lot of a law office! Getting them to my knees wasn’t a problem; it was pulling them up and over those thighs of mine and then the booty while trying to keep the skirt from climbing up, too! I just figured out something: Maybe that’s how I threw my back out! 🙂 🙂 🙂

Just as I got them over my butt, I had to drop my extended position and stop because I began to laugh at myself so hard. I have to tell you, that fit of laughter really helped me that day and I am thankful to have had that moment that made all the stress of the morning disappear. Oh, thank you, Father, for those moments that despite the circumstances, we can find laughter.

Smiling,

Evinda

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