Ok, you all may not know this but I am introvert. An introvert with lots of kids and a husband I adore. So I think could be very happy to never leave my house or see anyone because I never feel like I have enough time with my family (and work, homeschool, cleaning my house, etc). But I am wrong. I do need other people. How do I know that? The Bible says so.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my brothers and sisters in Christ but sometimes I have to be reminded to make time to live in community. My pastor has been pointing out the many verses that show that we are not to do this faith walk alone. That those references in Bible talking about the church was never referring to one person isolated at all.
And now I realize that this makes me feel like an anti-social, self centered jerk… I love my church, believe that. But between the errands, the social media that I work on, the pulls of the world it is easy to feel like I am drowning in people pulling for my attention. I have to, need to be intentional in living in my faith community. Not just so I can help others but so I can be truly known by them. So they can urge me on to good works. It is easy to just hide behind the veil of service and not be truly known. It is safe, it is easy, it is a way to not be rejected or have your feelings hurt because someone doesn’t like you. But that is not what Christ has called me to. And I need to strive to be in community the way Christ has called me to. That is another way I will worship Him.
Isn’t that a pretty flower? The story is a little prettier. I was shopping with my NerdPie one Saturday and I parked next to a flower delivery van. So we got out of our car right after the a young man got into the flower delivery van. We were about 20 feet away (I stopped to take pictures for a Whrrl) and the young man who was in the van came running up to us. At first I was thrown off, I mean a young man running after you is a bit shocking. It looked like he was holding something. I looked to see if I dropped something but I seemed to have everything. He was holding out this flower for my little flower. He just said that he thought she might like it and hoped we would have a nice day.
Isn’t it unnerving when you go to take your daughter to a birthday party at Color Me Mine only to have an internal struggle the whole time?
We get there and right off she has to pick out a project to do. If course price is an option that I am in control of but then comes the difficulty factor. I want to let her choose what she wants but I also don’t want to get anything to hard and her get frustrated.
Then we pick colors. I want to have something she has chosen but she can’t really see how it is all going to match up. So do you try to push her toward colors that match up with undertones and the like? Or just let her go with it? An orangey pink with a light purple?
Then the painting begins. I recommend brush sizes but how much more to do you push? Do you push her to edge it right? How about when she accidentally gets a deep cranberry where she wanted light yellow? Do you shuffle to try to get it off or recommend that she do something else? Or wait for her to come up with her own solution? Do you try to help her get rid of brush marks? But how about when that means you would have to help her with the painting?
While the party was fun (it really was) I found myself on this emotional tight rope. I am pulling some strings while trying to not really be controlling while making sure that she felt all the choices were hers. Ugh! I am not quite sure what the mommy rules are with these things and I am sure I messed it up. But she had fun and it so proud of her princess bank. And isn’t it cute? It all seemed to turn out great in the end.