dreEeEeam, dream, dream, dream...

i'm a dreamer, an extraordinary dreamer.  if i think about it, my dreams could compare to Joseph's.  they are elaborate, full of grandeur, and enormously story filled.  the only difference being, his came from GOD, mine came from insecurity.  can you sympathize?

 (can you guess which one i am?  i'll give you a hint - i don't have a b-day hat on.)

as an overweight little girl, i dreamed of walking into a class reunion of friends looking like a super model.  all the boys would want me, all the girls would hate want to be me.
as a direction-less high school senior, i dreamed of being a psychologist and helping out all of those who had issues and making everyone feel loved.  i also wanted twins.
as a lonely, heart-broken college girl, i dreamed of a prince, no more of a super man.  he would be able to hold me when i was down, know all my thoughts, fix all my problems, and believe that i was IT!

SLAP, SLAP - do we have a heartbeat?  begin CPR...

as the first breath reaches my lungs, i realize that i will always be me, however my weight chooses to fluctuate.

three chest compressions later, i realize that my reality is just that reality.

as they stop to listen for my breath, i realize my man is just ordinary.  an ordinary, good, hard-working, making those guy mistakes kind of man.

i BREATHE - thank you LORD that i am ordinary.  i could never have dreamed of this life.  i was never taught to dream ordinary.  i never saw movies, tv shows, or read magazines about ordinary people and their ordinary lives.  i love this!  i am content with ordinary.

what were your dreams?  were they ordinary?

honestly, i do have one

a but that is - i have a BUT. 

i wasn't born with this BUT, i didn't acquire it after much practice, it is not a natural ability.  this BUT came to me, it sought me out, it took my natural ability and turned it into supernatural.  my BUT has a name - Jesus, El Elyon, Elohim, Adonai, Savior, Friend, Counselor, Holy Spirit, El Shaddai, Jehovah...

He sought me out at the age of 18, He had been knocking on my door for quite sometime.  on december 21st, 1995 i was ready to let Him in.  He has changed me, i am grateful for being ordinary.  He is my only BUT. 

how about you?  do you have a but?

But...

As a mom I find myself wanting to use that word often - but.  My child might not excel in sports but...  My child might not do well in math but...  I might not be good at ____________ (you fill in the blank) but...


I recently read an article by a mother of 14 children.  She spoke of the uniqueness of each of her children and how God created them that way.  (Yeah, I agree!)  Then it went on to talk of a son who did not have a big interest in math BUT read his history book from cover to cover.  Another child was slow in reading BUT excels at figuring out extremely hard problems in math.  What if your child doesn't have a BUT?

What if you don't have a BUT?  What does that say about you, about your child?  Do we need BUTs?

I don't believe we do.  It's okay to just BE!

(I have to admit that I am laughing so hard right now.  Why does our language have homophones?)

Just Being,

Q

Introduction

I am an ordinary woman.  I have 6 ordinary children.  We live in an ordinary home.  My husband is an ordinary man.  We have an ordinary dog.  We do ordinary things.  You will find that the posts on this blog will not be about extraordinary things that myself or my family has accomplished.  We are not that kind of family.  We are ordinary.  But...