Wednesday, January 13, 2016

BECAUSE I SAID SO.

I often blog about my struggles that I had or have facing particular sins in my life, things I've overcome or that I'm still battling.
Not today.
Today we are going to talk about my biggest struggle.

MOTHERHOOD.

I remember one time when I was younger I was getting my butt tore up for something, I'm sure I didn't deserve it but that's not the point, 😂😂,
and my dad looked at me and said
"This hurts me way worse than it hurts you"

HAHAHAHAHAHA! YEAH RIGHT.

Jerk.

Right then I swore I would "never raise my kids the way they treated me"

(Oh my gosh, like I had a horrible childhood? So spoiled.)

But that was actually my thought process.

I also remember the day that I had to spank Oakley harder and meaner and more firm than I had ever done it before...

"This hurts me more than it hurts you" was the only thing I could think to say. Those words stung. I finally knew what my parents meant all those times.

The times when I heard
• because I said so, that's why.
• I don't care who else is going, you're not.
• not on a school night.
• I am only doing this because I love you.
• look at me in the eyes.

Oh my goodness there are so many more. And every time I accidently quote my mom or dad, it burns coming up. Almost literally.

But I get it. I took (and still take) for granted the awesome role models I had as parents, for not only me, but my friends and their siblings.

I am in constant worry for my children. CONSTANT.
I never stop thinking about who they will be, what they will do, who they will marry, will they get married, will they have a good education, will they make it that far?

And my kids are 6 and 9 months.
I CAN'T TAKE THIS!!!

Why did God put me in charge of two actual human people? Doesn't he know I can barely get myself in the shower and out of my sweatpants?!

And they are boys.. oh my gosh.
Do you people know how NASTY boys are? I literally can never get the "wet dog" smell out of Oakley's hair and Malachi would eat all the ladybugs in my house if I would let him. They are always hungry. ALWAYS. Dirt, mud, bugs, grass, poop... doesn't phase them. AND they go from sun up until sun down.

I'm failing at this thing everyday. Every. Single. Day.

But, you know what?
That's okay. Tomorrow is a new day. With a clean slate. And God's mercy is new EVERYDAY.

That's how I do this.

I don't make cute little lunches with the proper portions of fruits and veggies.
I don't iron any slacks.
I don't read bed time stories.
I don't do time out and inside voices.

I do this the best way I can, day by day, my kids are alive, so that's gotta count for something.

Surely I'm not alone in this.
Just hang in there momma.

All That I Am,
Kathryn ♡♡♡

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Bound NO More.

Freedom is defined as the state of NOT BEING imprisoned or enslaved.

The majority of my adult life I've been in or was in some type of bondage.

Whether it had been sex outside of wedlock, drugs, malicious behavior, disappointment, regret, secular idols, wrath, envy.. pain.. you name it. I had it.

and I was bound to it. All of it.
Satan had lied to me and made me believe that because of choices I had made, I was unworthy of obtaining any kinda of grace or mercy.

He convinced me that I would always be a slave.

No matter what I did to try and dig myself out of any kind of hole, whether it be a battle in my head or consequences that I was walking out, I would almost reach the top, and he would be there, waiting.

READY TO KICK ME BACK DOWN.

The problem was that I was allowing him to do that. I would listen to him. I would believe him, all while knowing what I had ALREADY overcame.

All while knowing that my battles have ALREADY BEEN WON.

All while knowing that MY GOD has the power over LIFE AND DEATH. The power over ANGELS AND DEMONS. The power over FREEDOM AND ENSLAVEMENT.

I'm here to tell you today, that I am not a slave.

I'M A THREAT.

Satan sees in me exactly what Christ sees in me and that SCARES THE FLIPPING CRAP OUT OF HIM.
So he has done,
and will continue to do,
anything he can to try and bend me until I break.

NOT TODAY.

I AM A CHILD OF GOD.
and today, I AM FREE!

...you can be too.

All That I Am.
Kathryn ♡