As we started down the road I sighed to Brian, “Sometimes life is just hard.” I was fishing for company for . . . → Read More: complaining :: a cure]]> Last Saturday, my husband and I went out for some much needed time alone. But getting ready to leave, fixing lunch for the kids, giving last-minute instructions, and trying to steer clear of an argument I was being dragged into left me feeling a bit frazzled by the time I took my seat in the car.

As we started down the road I sighed to Brian, “Sometimes life is just hard.” I was fishing for company for my misery. He didn’t take the bait. Instead of giving me the sympathy I wanted, Brian gave me the reality I needed. He very lovingly asked how life could be so hard when we have three healthy kids, a nice house to live in, two working cars, and a job to pay the bills. He had a good point: We have much to be thankful for.

If complaining is a poison (and it is), then thankfulness is the anti-venom. It builds up good treasure. It corrects our view of reality. It turns our self-centered hearts to God.

I easily forget that everything in my life, the things I’m happy about and the things that annoy me, comes from the hand of a loving God who is working it all together for good.The prophet Jeremiah used a question to remind us of God’s sovereignty in our suffering, “Is it not from the mouth of the Most High that good and bad come?” (Lamentations 3:38). I tend to view the good things in my life as worthy of praise and the bad things as worthy of complaint. Instead, I should “rejoice always” and “give thanks in all circumstances” (1 Thess. 5:16, 18). Always. All circumstances.

I remember living out the thankfulness principle a couple of years ago when my kids all decided to be sick at the same time. For several days I was comforting sick children around the clock. All night long, as soon as my head would hit the pillow, someone else would wake up. I got even less rest during the days. It was truly exhausting.

But, I found so much joy that week because I forced myself to be thankful. I thanked God for the opportunity to show love in a unique way to my little ones. I thanked Him for giving me the broken heart that a mother has for her sick children. And when I thought I was just too tired to do it anymore, I thanked Him for letting me share in the sufferings of Christ. As my body and emotions were overwhelmed, I was able to praise Jesus in a new way for the sacrifice He made in taking on human form, with all its pain and exhaustion and physical limitations. What a sacrifice He made!

I counted my blessings and stopped keeping track of my suffering. Thankfulness. That is the key. It’s nearly impossible to complain about my circumstances when I’m busy praising God for them. And there is always something to thank Him for. If there isn’t any good to be found, then praise Him for how He is using the bad. And rest assured, He is using it……so be thankful.

Still, I was mesmerized.  I could hardly take my eyes off her. I tried not to stare, . . . → Read More: true beauty]]> As I sat in the waiting room of the orthodontics clinic the other day, I observed one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. She wasn’t twenty-something. She wasn’t a size two. She wasn’t tall with flowing hair and sexy clothes. By most people’s standards, she was not a head-turner. She was pretty, but not a worldly beauty.

Still, I was mesmerized.  I could hardly take my eyes off her. I tried not to stare, but she was glowing.

This beautiful woman was there with her husband, a baby girl, an older teenage boy, and twin teenage girls. After a couple of minutes, her twins’ challenges became evident. They spoke too loudly and were easily distressed. At times, one of them would touch her mom’s face, beg to hold hands, or ask repeatedly for the same unmet request.

Yet every frustrating situation was met with a smile.  It seemed to be a joy to watch over and discipline her kids. She answered them with cheerful firmness, and they were surprisingly well behaved.  She calmly insisted on their obedience, and they cooperated, even when it obviously went against their nature.  She didn’t threaten or bribe.  She didn’t give in or allow them to have their own way. And that smile never left her face, not even for a minute.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a better example of “the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit.” I wanted to watch her and learn from her. I wanted to soak up some of her joy. I wanted to emulate her patience. I wanted her glow.

What words would someone use to describe me if they were to watch me with my easy kids and minor problems?  Joy?  Patience?  I doubt it. Do I smile very often?  Do I ever smile in the midst of a trial?  Um….no.

That sweet lady has been on my mind ever since I saw her shining face. I hope that I never forget her. And I hope that I will develop the same kind of gentle and quiet spirit that was so appealing to me and, more importantly, is very precious in the sight of God.

“But let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious.” (1 Peter 3:4)

Listen to Jesus’ words.  Don’t simply skim over the passage, really listen. Just a warning though, this . . . → Read More: complaining :: the heart of the matter]]> As I’ve still been trying to recognize and eliminate my own complaining, I’ve been struck by how very much I complain inside my head, without ever saying the words.  I have to constantly struggle to take every thought captive. It’s no wonder that it’s so tough to control my outward expressions of complaint. Jesus said that’s how it works.

Listen to Jesus’ words.  Don’t simply skim over the passage, really listen. Just a warning though, this might hurt a bit.

“Either make the tree good and it’s fruit good, or make the tree bad and it’s fruit bad, for the tree is known by its fruit. You brood of vipers!  How can you speak good, when you are evil? For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.  The good person out of his good treasure brings forth good, and the evil person out of his evil treasure brings forth evil.” (Matthew 12:33-35)

A bad tree?  Me?  That seems a little harsh. How about a brood of vipers?  I know I’m not that bad. At least that’s what I’d like to think. But if my complaining is coming from the abundance of my heart….well….what does that say about the condition of my heart?  

When I allow myself to think thoughts of complaint about a situation, I’m building up my evil treasure. When I overlook someone else’s faults on the outside but harbor bitterness on the inside, I’m storing evil treasure. When I make sarcastic comments or criticisms in my head, I am collecting evil treasure.

Thankfully, Jesus died to give me freedom from those sins, too. I don’t have to hold onto that bad treasure. As I praise God for bringing trials into my life, I am building up good treasure. When I choose to love someone who has failed or frustrated me, I am storing good treasure. When I resist the temptation to think unkind thoughts toward others, I’m collecting good treasure.

It doesn’t matter if my complaining is the obvious-can’t-miss-it kind, the kind I try to sneak in the back door, or the kind that’s little more than a sound or tone of voice. It all starts with my sinful heart. And it all ends with grace. Repentance and resistance through grace.

When the complaining thoughts pop up, I have to fight against them. I have to resist. Like the Psalmist, I need to pray, “Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.” (Psalm 19:14) I need to pray this daily….hourly….sometimes even minute-by-minute. I must stop these thoughts before they become the treasure of my heart and the words of my mouth. And I must make His Word the treasure of my heart so my words are a reflection of Him and acceptable to Him. Only by God’s grace.

This post is linked to Raising Homemakers.

Our voices and expressions are powerful things. They often communicate much more than our mere words ever could.

They also can contribute to those back door complaints that I like to slip into my conversations. If you were to read my words as subtitles, they would look harmless enough: I need to finish the laundry; I guess I’d better start making dinner; I’ll find your pencil for you.

See? No big . . . → Read More: complaining :: it’s not what you say…]]> …it’s how you say it.

Our voices and expressions are powerful things. They often communicate much more than our mere words ever could.

They also can contribute to those back door complaints that I like to slip into my conversations. If you were to read my words as subtitles, they would look harmless enough: I need to finish the laundry; I guess I’d better start making dinner; I’ll find your pencil for you.

See? No big deal. But if you listen closely, you can hear the grumble behind each statement. Actually, you don’t even need to listen very closely. I’m not particularly subtle. And if you peek through my window, you also might see me slumping my shoulders for emphasis. I wouldn’t want anyone to miss the point I’m trying to make.

At other times, I don’t even need words. A sigh….a groan….a puff of air. A very loud puff of air, that is, blown out obnoxiously enough for everyone to hear my frustration. I’ve spent years perfecting the fine art of wordless complaining. I’m good at it. I practice a lot.

Unfortunately, God doesn’t read my subtitles; He reads my heart.

First John 1:8 says, “If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us.” Verse ten stabs at the heart again, “If we say we have not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word is not in us.” Ouch! When I act like my tone of voice or wordless expressions don’t matter, I’m deceiving myself and calling God a liar.

Sin is sin, no matter how I paint it or what excuse I make for it. And God hates sin. But sandwiched in between those two painful verses I shared above is a sentence that perfectly expresses the beauty of God’s grace. “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” (1 John 1:9)

Amazing. Undeserved. Incomprehensible.

I’m finding that removing complaining from my life is even harder than I thought it would be. And I thought it would be pretty hard. God, in His mercy, is revealing the secret (and not so secret) sins of my heart. These sins need confessed and forgiven. Continually. And I need cleansed from this unrighteousness by the blood that was shed (without complaint!) for me.

When I tell the kids that we need to speed up bedtime because I still have two hours worth of housecleaning to finish, they know I’m not expressing how excited I am to hurry downstairs and lovingly serve . . . → Read More: back door complaints]]> One problem with complaints is that they don’t always look like a problem. Sometimes they just look like a little piece of shared information. A helpful idea. A thought.
Unless you’re the one listening to them.

When I tell the kids that we need to speed up bedtime because I still have two hours worth of housecleaning to finish, they know I’m not expressing how excited I am to hurry downstairs and lovingly serve my family.

When I remind everyone that it really wouldn’t kill them to pick up their dirty socks,
my intention probably has nothing to do with offering a little encouragement about their health.

And when I tell my husband that I’m sorry the house is such a mess since I spent all my time dealing with the bad attitude of a “certain someone”, he’s bright enough to understand that I’m not actually apologizing for the unwashed dishes.

You see, I don’t do a lot of complaining. Not directly, at least. I do a lot of back door complaining instead. I sneak it in, as though no one will notice it for what it really is. I act like I’m simply handing out advice or stating a fact.

But I don’t live with a bunch of fools, and I’m communicating my discontent loud and clear. I am unintentionally telling my family that making a home for them is a burden. If I’m not careful, I could discourage my daughter from wanting to follow in my homemaking footsteps. I could paint a picture of frustration that will scare her away from one of the greatest joys on earth.

Well, I’m locking the back door.

It won’t be easy, but it needs done. Instead of hinting around or making sarcastic comments when I have an issue to deal with, I’ll say it directly (and politely). Or I’ll keep my mouth shut.

Ephesians 4:29 says:
“Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.”

I have a feeling that when God says, “no corrupting talk,” He means it. None.
Not even my cute little comments or snide remarks. If it isn’t “good for building up” or doesn’t “give grace”, then it needs said in a different way or not at all. Period.

And God doesn’t need a back door to communicate that truth.

There have been far too many complaints swirling through the air around here. It seems like complaining just falls off the tongue so easily. The words disguise themselves in conversations . . . → Read More: no complaints]]> I’ve been noticing an unhealthy trend at our house lately. No, I’m not talking about the Pop Tarts for breakfast or the potato chips with lunch (although those aren’t very good habits, either). I’m talking about what’s coming out of our mouths, not what’s going into them.

There have been far too many complaints swirling through the air around here. It seems like complaining just falls off the tongue so easily. The words disguise themselves in conversations and hide behind genuine wants and needs. They rob us of joy and contentment. They reveal our selfish hearts.

I could easily name some things that might be contributing to this heart problem. But, like most other negative issues that pop up, I should also take a good look at myself. Why is it that our kids seem to pick up (and amplify) every character flaw we possess? It’s really quite annoying. I mean, I can handle brushing my own sins under the carpet, but it’s hard to overlook the same sinfulness in my children.

So this week I am challenging myself to not complain. That’s right, no complaints. None. Impossible? Probably. Worth trying? Definitely.

I will force myself to look for the blessings hiding under the mess and clutter instead of grumbling about all the work I have to do. I will bless my husband by highlighting the positives from our day instead of sharing every little annoyance. I’ll praise God for the struggles, big or small, that drive me to the shadow of the cross.

And I’ll pray for grace. I have to admit that I’m a little nervous that I might learn some ugly truths about myself this week. Sometimes the truth hurts. But it also heals. By God’s grace.

I know that some people take their decorations down the day after Christmas. I’m not one of those people. I try to get them down shortly . . . → Read More: an ordinary month: good-bye holidays]]> The holidays are officially over. The gifts have been opened. The ball has dropped. School has started back. It’s time to work on creating some ordinary. And now it is suddenly abnormal to have a tree sitting in the corner of the living room.

I know that some people take their decorations down the day after Christmas.
I’m not one of those people.

I try to get them down shortly after the new year begins. Sometimes that goal gets stretched out a bit, but I hate when that happens. So, a couple days ago I packed away the random Christmas decorations that were scattered here and there, and yesterday I took down the tree.

Now the house looks empty. I guess that’s a good thing.

Today, I’ll put away anything else that needs squeezed into my storage bins, vacuum up the fake pine needles that are littering the floor, and move the furniture back into place. Easy.

If you’re still trying to get your house back to normal, here are a few suggestions:

• Just do it. I know this sounds an awful lot like a shoe commercial, but you know it’s true. You just have to make yourself do it. There’s nothing worse than having a big ‘ol tree calling your name every time you try to relax on the sofa. It’s hard to ignore.
• Put on a movie, listen to a sermon, or turn up some music. I took our tree down while watching a new movie with the kids. I hardly even noticed that I was working. It was (almost) fun.
• Enjoy the “winter” decor. I didn’t put out a lot of decorations this year. If you, on the other hand, made your home a holiday wonderland, try to prioritize what needs put away first. The Santa stockings scream, “Christmas!” The snowmen and pinecones whisper, “Winter.” Let yourself enjoy the season just a little bit longer where you can.

So, have your Christmas decorations left the building or are they still hanging around? I’d love to know…leave a comment!

This post is linked to Raising Homemakers.

I love new beginnings. There’s just something freeing about a fresh start. I am suddenly motivated to be better. I’m on the lookout for areas to improve. I feel a new resolve…..for at least a minute or two. And though I know this shiny new feeling will fade away all too soon, I figure that I might as well use it to my advantage while it lasts. 

. . . → Read More: an ordinary month]]> Happy New Year!

I love new beginnings. There’s just something freeing about a fresh start. I am suddenly motivated to be better. I’m on the lookout for areas to improve. I feel a new resolve…..for at least a minute or two. And though I know this shiny new feeling will fade away all too soon, I figure that I might as well use it to my advantage while it lasts. 

Back in October, I spent the entire month working to create a better ordinary. It was life changing for me. I put into place many new habits that have revolutionized the way I manage my home and my life.

Remember?

But as time has passed, I’ve lost a little of that early momentum
and have let some things slide. I’ve also come to realize a few more issues that I need to address around here.

So, I’ve decided to dedicate this new month to pursuing a better ordinary once again. I won’t be writing about it every day like I did a few months ago (hey, I’m motivated, not crazy), but I’ll be doing tasks that will, hopefully, make lasting improvements in our lives.

I want to start by reviewing the 31 days to a {better} ordinary series. I’ll look for things I’ve forgotten and areas that I need to tweak.

I’ll also be thinking about the spots in my home and systems in my life that cause frustration. I’ll work to knock things off my To Do List and figure out why I let the same things sit there for months. I’ll organize everything that doesn’t move out of my way first, and I’ll get rid of as much junk as I possibly can.

I hope you’ll come along with me on the New Year’s journey.
I’m ready to create a wonderfully ordinary year!