Ah. It is that bittersweet time where activities are wrapping up for the summer.
The kids are so sweet as they finish their year end projects and work really hard to achieve their goals.
Bitter because this year ends our journey with a child in preschool age range. Patrice will be a big kintergardner in the fall. Sue will be in third grade and Caitlyn in 4th!!!!
But last night was time to celebrate all they have all learned in Bible club (AWANA).
Caitlyn finished her first book for T&T
Patrice finished Cubbies
Sue finished Sparks.
And we couldn’t be more proud!
Have you ever struggled to learn to pray?
Is your prayer time just a list of asking God for things?
Do you know how to communicate with God through prayer?
Do you know how to learn to love Him more through prayer?
I have been a Christian for 30 years, and still struggle with every one of those items. I am just now learning how to pray scriptures to the Lord. I am just now learning how to try and listen for God’s voice and words. It has been a struggle my entire life to learn these skills.
I want better for my girls.
I am excited to have found a 4 week curriculum to teach my girls Prayer Warriors Teaching Kids to Talk to God.
Are you, or your church ministry looking for just such a curriculum? Check this one out. You can get this four week study for just $75.00. It will give kids a foundation in prayer and communicating with God.
Teach your kids how to pray.*
Prayer is a conversation with God. It is not about saying the right words; it’s about speaking from your heart then listening to what God has to say.
What could be worth more than that?
*Quote from Children’s Ministry Deals
Disclaimer: All opinions on here are my own except where credit is given. I was given a copy of the curriculum in exchange for this review, but the thoughts expressed are my own.
“I didn’t do anything all day.”
“What happened to my day.”
“How is it already bedtime?”
These thoughts ran through my head yesterday. I felt like I had spun my wheels all day. I knew I had been doing stuff, I just didn’t see any progress. Where had my effort and time gone?
So I decided to list it out. And I found I had done quite a bit.
went to church
cleaned the kitchen to get ready for school on Monday. That is always a big job on Sunday as breakfast is a bigger deal and there is no time to clean up before church.
helped three little girls get their verses for Bible club ready. That included 5 verses for just one of them!!
wrote lesson plans for Monday.
clocked a route for a 6 1/2 mile run and walked a little over 4 miles of it.
got dinner around.
called the doctor to get a script for pink eye (poor Patrice).
picked up said prescription and then administered it.
fell into bed when it was all done…
Thinking about everything I did was a good exercise for me. I would suggest you do the same thing. Go through and write everything you have done when you can’t figure out what you’ve done. I bet your list will impress even you!!!!
Note to self:
it takes two days to overcome a missed dose of medication
there is such a thing as a Watusi. I have always called rear ends watusis, but turns out it is a breed of cattle with huge horns.
Alpacas will not defecate where they sleep
albino peacocks look amazing
you can take a bus full of kids to a petting farm with an amazing array of animals and the kids will be most interested in the run-of-the-mill barn cat
reading a book about running is not nearly as cathartic as a good run, but this book is full of info and encouragement that I am soaking in.
(Thanks Jenny for the recommendation)
my daughter rocks. She said/did 16 sections in her AWANA book today that included activities and memorization
an HD antennae brings in a lot of channels in our area. Including one that airs Murder She Wrote. Caitlyn and I watched a couple episodes last night and she said, “I’ve been so glad to see a commercial!” I guess going cable free has been more traumatic than I thought.
I love praying for people. I really, really do.
Please come visit me over at ProjectSemicolon today.
“Was that game fun Patrice?”
“Not by myself.”
“Do you want me to play it with you?”
“You’re a grown up.”
“But I can still play.”
“No, You’re too old.”
And just like that, I was summarily dismissed from playing Let’s Go Fishing…
This weekend has been a fantastic time on the reading front here at our abode. Caitlyn read Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein in less than a day. Sue had her first turn at reading to the dogs. She read Pinkalicious School Rules to her furry friend. She did it flawlessly. Caitlyn once again read to a canine friend. She chose another Shel Silverstien masterpiece, The Giving Tree.
I have a blessing or a curse, or maybe a few of them. One that often strikes me is I don’t “look” or “sound” depressed. I can sit in a crowd, most of the time, and put on the face, the everything is okay face.
When everything is not okay. Far from it.
I’ve been struggling the last couple weeks. This bout isn’t as bad as some and it’s worse than others. It just is.
Last week the girls and I tried to go to a small Bible Study and Prayer Group at a friends’ house. I didn’t get very far in the drive before I knew I needed to turn around and go home. So, for the second time in 2 days, I bribed the girls with a treat, abandoned our plans and went home to hide.
That’s not normal for me. I’m much more likely to go and be miserable rather than listen to myself and go home. I was actually a little proud of myself for going home both times.
My therapist was not. She went on and on about how that was the wrong thing to do, I should have gone, what am I going to do when I can’t bribe the girls anymore? I found her attitude and demeanor abrasive and judgmental.
This week the girls and I set out to the same group and we made it all the way there. I wanted to crawl inside myself and run away, but this Friday was better than last, so I made it there.
And then I sat there, smiling and laughing on the outside, struggling greatly inside. When it was my turn to ask for prayer I realized how ridiculous I must seem. Smiling, laughing, and telling them I am struggling. I felt stupid and like a fraud–all because of the face–the blessing or the curse of the face.
I walk inside. I walk outside. I run inside. I run outside.
Outside I have a million distractions to keep me moving along–inside is not always so easy. But I have developed a system. I put in a movie I enjoy, cover up the display on the treadmill so I can’t obsess over how far I’ve gone or how far I need to go.
Friday, my system worked quite well and I made it 5 miles on the treadmill, all while watching Mary Poppins. I keep going to reach my goal of running a half marathon. Mary Poppins and her adventures and fun music (Step In Time) help move me forward.
As of late, things have been a little complicated in my brain as it applies to the Bipolar Disorder, which has meant more steps and more exercise to distract me from the turmoil inside my soul. I have had some very impressive step counts as I run and/or walk to get away from the emptiness, and the noise, of the depression Bipolar Disorder has brought.
What do you do to keep yourself motivated to exercise? How have you overcome injury and boredom? Does the act of walking or running help you with other challenges in your life?
I walked 15,000+ steps today on the treadmill.
I hid in my car to cry.
I pulled the covers over my head and hid.
My mind found the precipice and fell off. I am now clawing at the edges of the pit that is depression. My heart hurts. My mind is foggy. I’m not understanding things easily. I canceled plans today because I knew I wouldn’t cope well.
I hate this place. The darkness is so confusing and frustrating and pointless.
But, contrary to what my therapist believes, I don’t have complete choice over coming here. She tells me I can control my emotions. Ironic part is, it is therapy that brought this depression on.
My social anxiety has been growing exponentially. I put off a simple task for 2 weeks because I couldn’t pick up the phone to make a little phone call. I told the therapist. She gave me an assignment to start calling the people who are relatively easy for me to contact and do that until I was more comfortable than when I started. I was supposed to then head up the chain until I reach those it is hardest for me to call.
Doesn’t it sound simple? Yes, it does. Very simple. So straightforward. And so impossible. I don’t know what to do now, but I know that is at the root of this depression. She and my doctor would be proud that I can at least identify that, but how am I supposed to control that visceral response?
So here I am, in the pit.
I want to scream until there is no air in my lungs.
I want to cry until there are no more tears.
I want to stomp my feet until they hurt.
I want to do something to end how I am feeling right now.
But I don’t know what that something is or how to do it.
So here I sit.