A Mother’s Strength…Happy Easter




As I sat contemplating my
next blog post, many themes ran through my mind, yet only one topic
consistently came to the forefront. 
The Passion of Christ
This week is always a
conflict of emotions for me.  Saddened by the thoughts and images of what Christ
did for me on the cross, yet joyful and relieved by what Christ did for me on
the cross.  It fascinates me that both of those emotions can be fully
engaged at the same time.  I will find myself weeping in church this
Sunday, just as I have done many other Easter Sunday’s because my heart is
simultaneously breaking and filling with love at the same time. I am not sure
if I shed tears of joy or tears of sadness, either way tears are always
shed.  I won’t attempt to recount the entire passion week as the story is
told so beautifully throughout each of the gospels and I certainly don’t feel
equipped to tell it any different than those authors.  Rather as a mom who
enjoys a good playlist of worship music and a good bible study to keep me on
the path of self-disciplined time with the Lord, what I can share as a mother,
my heart is wrenched for the thought of what Mary felt those final days. 
Have you ever wondered? She witnessed her son riding in on a donkey, the King
of the Jews, worshipped and revered by the crowd, the Messiah who she had
birthed, nursed, guided and loved.  The little boy whom she rocked to
sleep in her arms, comforted when he scraped his knee, disciplined when he
disappeared in the temple to do his Father’s work.  
There was the ultimate
sacrifice on the horizon for Jesus accompanied by the ultimate sacrifice of a
mother.  Jesus was exactly what the angel had told her he would be in Luke
1:26-33. 

26 In the sixth month of Elizabeth’s pregnancy, God
sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, 27 to
a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of
David. The virgin’s name was Mary. 28 The angel went to her
and said, “Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you.”
29 Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of
greeting this might be. 30 But the angel said to her, “Do not
be afraid, Mary; you have found favor with God. 31 You
will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus. 32 He
will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God
will give him the throne of his father David, 33 and he will
reign over Jacob’s descendants forever; his kingdom will never end.”
He was the Messiah and he
would save the world. Mary was also forewarned of the pain she would endure as
His mother, it was told to her in the temple by Simeon in Luke 2:33-35. 

“This
child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and
to be a sign that will be spoken against, 35 so that the
thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your own soul
too.”

Can you
imagine? Not only had Mary been told of this child’s existence and birth by an
angel, now she is being told that He will be the cause of many who will rise
and those who will fall. There was no in between, either people would love him,
or they would hate and reject him. As adults, we know that not everyone will
agree with us or like us. It doesn’t make the pain of rejection any easier. But
to hear that about our children, the ones we love more than anything, would be
very disheartening. “A sword will pierce her soul?” The word sword
here is the same word used in reference to Goliath’s sword.  Can you
imagine the size and strength of that sword? I feel a physical ache in my heart
thinking about it. 

There are
mothers who know before their children are born that life outside the womb will
not exist, I can’t imagine their heartache. There are mothers who lose children
far too soon, again this is beyond my comprehension. With the exception of
Mary, there is no other mother who has been told “your son will be the
Savior of the world, and in order to do that He will be crucified and you will
witness it.” I cannot comprehend the pain nor the strength Mary
possessed.  But there is good news she also witnessed
his resurrection, Mary’s heart would be made whole, just as our hearts can
be made whole in Christ.   
We are not
done though, there is so much we can learn from Mary…she was faithful,
humble, willing, devoted, and trusting.  She was called by God to be the
mother of His son and just as my heart is full each Easter of heartbreak and
joy; I am certain it’s God’s way of giving me a glimpse of what Mary’s heart
must have felt throughout Jesus’ life and death up until His
resurrection.  A heart full of joy, pride, and heartbreak yet she was
willing and full of endurance. Are you willing to endure what God has called
you to? A season of Motherhood, that isn’t always easy. A season of Fatherhood?
Maybe a season as a mentor, prayer warrior, friend or spouse?  This Easter
as I bask in the glory of the Lord I am reminded to be like Mary; to be
obedient, available, diligent, dedicated and prepared for what the Lord asks of
me.  He will finish it just as He did that day on the cross. 
 Praise God for this week and for this example of Motherhood.  

Happy Easter Friends! He is RISEN!
Until Next Time,
Courtney

Depth of your heart





Many of you have read my story of Melanoma, if not, take a minute
and please read.  Though it is lengthy I feel it has raised awareness for
so many of my friends near and far and it is worth the time to read. You can
find it here, 
Melanoma Story
I had my 6-month check up with
MD Anderson this week, and I am happy to report they think my skin looks great
and I don’t have to go back there for another 6 months.   I was happy to be back getting good news, but I
was again pained by the circumstances of most of the families around me. 
Though my news was good, I couldn’t stop the complete aching in my heart and
the tears that freely fell from my eyes as I passed daughters escorting
mothers, wives holding husband’s hands and Mothers pushing their children in
wheelchairs.  Everyone has a very similar look in their eyes. You know the
look, the one of “I’m scared, tired, overwhelmed, hurting,” yet in so many
you can also see the glimmer of hope, trust, freedom from this life
event.  Just this week alone I have read of a young teen boys battle with
Leukemia, prayed for a friend who is facing more treatments, spoke with a work
partner about her very young niece’s diagnosis, and read a sweet friends
tribute to her sister who has asked to pass from this earth so she can run into
the arms of Jesus and not be in pain any longer.  We all see it, we all
know it, Cancer SUCKS! I am certain every person reading this has been part in
someone’s battle with this horrible disease and we can all relate.  As you walk the halls and look into each persons eyes, you are only seeing the surface of their battle. We have
no idea what each is truly facing, nor the depth of their disease or pain. 
One of the reasons my melanoma was of such great concern and lymph
nodes had to be tested was not because of what it looked like on the surface
but the depth of the mole and the number of dividing cells.  The comparison of this in relation to our
hearts intrigues me.  We often only share what’s
on the surface, what can be edited on Facebook or Instagram, though the depth of what is in our heart and the dividing
ways it pulls us are normally hidden.  We
live in a world broken and full of hate, anger, busyness and selfish desires.  All of us (me included) wearing our best “Snapchat” filters everywhere we go.  What if
we lived our lives unfiltered, truly authentic sharing the depth of our hearts
versus the Facebook version of our hearts? We all have “dividing cells” pulling
us in a multitude of directions, some breaking our hearts others filling our
hearts.  We are wives, business owners, volunteers
and mothers.  As women, our hearts are
stronger than we imagine yet so fragile at the same time.   But
there is One who knows our heart completely and fully, no filter, no editing,
no amount of Botox, or filler can hide us from His sight.  Disclaimer: I am not picking on anyone who
uses the above! I am all about preserving our beauty so please don’t take me
wrong. I am referencing the heart, the very thing that controls our lives.
 Proverbs 4:23 (NIV) says
Above
all else, guard your heart,

    for everything you do
flows from it.
The Message reads,
Keep
vigilant watch over your heart;

    that’s where
life starts.
This doesn’t mean don’t share your heart with others, quite the contrary, from our heart is where all things flow so be aware of what you are filling it with.  In the NIV (New International Version) the bible
uses the word heart 570 times.  God is serious
about all things of the heart. He wants our hearts given to Him
so that He may fill us with His spirit, His joy, His strength and His love.

Psalm 76:23 (NIV) says,
My flesh and my
heart may fail,
    but God is the strength of my heart
    and my portion forever.
I know I need to
have a heart check-up pretty regularly. I often need reminding of the above
verses. Dear friends, when you see my surface know that it may look “ok” but often the
depth of my heart is aching for my children, praying for the sick and weeping
for the lost.  I pray for the depth of my
heart to be filled with Jesus, so that when the cells begin to divide I know the
One who has it covered.
Until next time,
Courtney

Grocery Store Diaries

For quite some time Scott has done most if not all of the grocery shopping in our home.  I can’t even remember how this task went from being solely mine, to solely his. I just know somewhere it changed and he started going to the grocery store, normally late at night because he had a theory that this was the best time and they were restocking the shelves.  When our youngest son was a baby, he started coming home with random baby items that one of the checkers swore we needed to try.  I would laugh at him,  this was baby number 6 and we had a pretty good grip on what “good” baby items we needed and used.  He enjoyed it though and it was one less thing on my plate, but with his new found hobby also came most of the cooking.
I don’t like to dig, for anything! I don’t like clothing stores I have to dig in, I like the ones where the outfits are put together and you walk in and grab the entire thing and go.  So if Scott shops, he puts the groceries up. Rarely does it go in all the correct places so I have no clue what he has purchased and in order for me to cook, I have to dig.  No thank you! So the cooking has now been slowly taken away from me as well.  Oddly enough, there was a part of me that sort of resented the fact that he did all the shopping, and now the cooking. These were my responsibilities for so long, I struggled with relinquishing the control.  I felt like he was telling me I wasn’t good enough. Yes, I know, probably should be jumping with joy that grocery shopping and cooking are a thing of the past. I get it!  But as a Mom, don’t you feel we often find our value lies inside our homes in the most mundane tasks? It quickly can become your identity, and how you feel you are valuable to those around you.  You keep a clean house, the laundry is done, you make “amazing” dinners, you shuttle your children from sport to sport and sweetly tuck them in at bedtime YAY you, you are quite accomplished in motherhood.  LOL We all know all of those things rarely happen in the same 24 hour time frame, but it sounds good on paper… and as mothers we feel good about ourselves when we can accomplish any of the above.  Add a working mom to that list and whoa, now you are really an overachiever. 
So when this task of shopping and cooking slowly slipped away I did feel a little tinge in my soul that maybe I didn’t do it good enough, when in fact he was just trying to help. But I have come to realize there was probably method to his madness.  Exposing all my weaknesses… LOL
First, I didn’t stick to a list and I would just buy whatever me or the kids wanted.  Second, what is it about those sweet ladies cooking those samples that makes me not able to say no to them? Most of the time I don’t need what they are selling, but I take it personal for them if I choose to not eat what they have asked me to try and then BUY it.  Third, I find items I absolutely don’t need but think maybe I should try.  I can spend a solid 30 minutes in the laundry isle looking at the latest greatest stain remover,  smelling the laundry fabric softeners only to walk out with the same one I have used for years.  I can linger at the “gluten free” organic items and decide maybe today is the day, I change our entire eating habits.  This is all just at a grocery store, this pales in comparison to the time and money I can spend in a Super Target.  How is it you can walk in there for a birthday card and leave with a few outfits for the kids, a book you MUST read, one of each of the $3 decorations for an upcoming holiday that you don’t normally decorate for, an entirely new bedroom set with towels, a new water bottle because you don’t have enough, the cutest office decor,  a gallon of milk and let’s not forget a Starbucks as a reward for the $500 you just spent when all you needed was a birthday card!! Am I the only one? Please tell me I am not!
So over the years, I have relinquished my control over being super shopper and cook to my husband and now we partner in it, he still shops, I reorganized the pantry so he can put the items up “my way” and the whole process seems to work for our family. Then this….
Just when I think we have a good system in place,  I visit our new neighborhood HEB for 3 items and walk out with 6 bags of sampled food, snacks that will be gone in a day and specialty ice cream we “must try.” WHY HEB, WHY? And the sign, Texas Backyard… it is literally in our neighborhood, I can’t get home without passing it. It gives moms all the “feels,” even my kids were giddy with excitement over this store opening.  Yet, it is my weakness!  I think it’s best to recognize it as such and go back to letting Mr. List follower do his job.  So if you see my sweet husband at the store just know he actually enjoys it, I have come to the realization he is better at it,  and the money it’s saving our family by keeping me out of there is tucked safely in our account!

Until next time,
Courtney