Happy Birthday Week

It’s Birthday Week in our house.  My other half is turning the big 3-4 on Thursday.  And yes, in case you care to point it out, I’m older.  The word Cougar didn’t have quite the same meaning when he was 20 and I was 22 when we met, but it now gets jokingly tossed around.  Thankfully, I have less gray hair than him, but that’s not saying much these days.

I personally believe in birthday week month.  I should get to celebrate all month long, and everyone else should at least celebrate all week long.  It should involve family dinners, fancy dinners, spa days, girlfriend getaways and family football weekends.  It never does, but a gal can dream.  (And it’s September for those of you who believe in making dreams come true!)

Ideal Birthday Meal/Gifts

Michael on the other hand just wants some cake and a gift- and a gift of junk food, kool-aid, and chocolate is acceptable.  He

Goofy and Annoyed- typical!

will certainly not appreciate a blog post!  But since I’m jetting out the morning of his birthday for work, I thought I’d make sure that more people know about his big day and can help me say Happy Birthday.

This guy of mine is pretty cool, and here are some examples of why:

Best Baseball Dad

** He’s funny.  And mean.  But the mean is usually joking, and people know it.  I share the same sense of humor, though I seem nicer at first.  But he makes me laugh.  A lot.

Fun Rollercoaster Dad

** He’s ridiculously smart.  As in, can master anything he puts his mind to.  He can give you detailed stats on a baseball game at the end of it, without ever taking a note.  Drives me nuts.

** He loves our kids as much as any Dad ever could.  And they feel the same.

Ready to Go Home after Hospital Stay #30ish

** He loves God.

** He loves people and will do anything for his friends.

** He has a lot tougher battle than he lets on to most people, battling Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome about as many days as not it seems.  He downplays it and how it impacts him.  But our kids are seeing a good example of how to fight through challenges.

Surf Lovin Guy

** He’s good lookin’.  Just a bonus.

** He loves sports, is competitive and knows a lot about baseball.  For me, those are musts.  Gotta keep it interesting!

I’ll do a future post on all the things he needs to work on.  Kidding.  He knows he’s not perfect, though he’ll tell you otherwise.  He knows there are some areas that he falters, like we all do.  But we’ll keep him

Happy Birthday  <3

Easter 2013

Getting Messy and Birthday Cakes

I’m attending an amazing conference that kicked off tonight- but has already rocked my world in a way I wasn’t quite prepared for.  The speaker, Reggie Joiner, talked about how we can’t reach people without it getting messy.  It gets messy for us to be involved and share ourselves, and it gets messy for them.

I don’t like messy.  What I mean is emotionally messy- lives intertwined, issues faced together, sharing hurts and feelings.  Surface is easier.  Surface is safer.  So in order to keep a bit more control in this crazy life where very little is under my control, I control that.  I let few people in very deep, and I don’t get very deep with others.

But I’ve wanted to be a bit more messy, I’ve wanted to share, thus this blog.  But you notice it’s been a while since I posted.  It’s been too hard lately, anything I would have said would have required me to share more than I really wanted to.  But yet I keep asking God to use me.  But you know, without the mess.

It doesn’t work that way.  I’ve let few things get messy in almost five years, and truthfully avoided it usually even before then.  For almost five years I’ve stayed out of ministry areas of the church that required me to get messy with people with few exceptions, and I’ve been involved in missing persons work but in the least messy way possible.  Tonight was like God was speaking directly to me though- letting me know that I can’t do the work I’m called to do without being willing to be messy and uncomfortable.

It might be baby steps, but here is my first go at it.  Writing a post when I’d rather keep it private.  And sharing this:  Yesterday was Austin’s 31st birthday and in my no mess style, I made one post on Facebook and didn’t think about it much again- because you know, I’m fine.  But I wanted to take a cake home to eat with my mom and the boys and recognize the day, so I stopped at the grocery store.  I thought I’d get something he’d like.  And that’s when the minor meltdown happened, when I realized that I don’t remember what he liked.  I walked in a circle around the bakery for 10 minutes, long enough for four employees to ask me if they could help find something.  I left empty handed and brokenhearted.   

I don’t know what good may come of sharing that simple honest look at a tough day, but I know that like 2 Corinthians 3:3 says, our lives are a letter from God, meant to show Him to others.  I hope that someone can see that in my letter there is pain and trouble but there is an ever present hand of God.

Getting messy isn’t going to be easy, but I’m going to be trying more.  Feel free to ask me how it’s going and keep me in check- because I know Reggie was right.  Ministering to people is messy.