Beautiful Christian Sister

By Maya Angelou 

'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ 
That a man should have to seek Him first to find her.' 

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not shouting 'I'm clean livin'' 
I'm whispering 'I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven.' 

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I don't speak of this with pride. 
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide. 

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not trying to be strong. 
I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.

 
When I say.. 'I am a Christian' I'm not bragging of success. 
I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess. 

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming to be perfect, 
My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it. 

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I still feel the sting of pain.. 
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name. 

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not holier than thou, 
I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!' 

SAHM

Approximately a year and a half ago, I traded in my early morning commutes, leisurely cup of am coffee, meeting after meeting, and business clothes. I became a stay-at-home-mom. Easy right? Aw, the good life... I've heard the cliches. Watch soap operas all day, eat bon-bons...sigh...nice. Well, the truth is the trade was for chaotic scrambles to get three kids ready every morning, squeezing three car seat-enveloped kids into a tight backseat, slamming a cup of coffee between requests for food and cries for breastfeeding, wiping off all sorts of staining fluids and particles from my worn clothing, and trying to triage what is absolutely necessary to accomplish for the day. While demanding, my "old job" was nothing compared to raising and molding three human beings. It isn't nearly as simple as just telling them what to do, it's teaching them why they should do it and find a way to make them interested and motivated to complete a task. Just when I think I have the hang of it with my son , I turn around and see my other child who happens to have a completely different personality. I realize technique number one will simply never work with her. What will number three be like!?! My years in management were a piece of cake compared to my daily tasks. I haven't even mentioned the never-ending house cleaning, meal planning, grocery shopping (going to the grocery store with three kids is a challenge worth later focus in my blog), and LAUNDRY! Oh, and we have two dogs and a cat;~)

I absolutely wouldn't trade a second of it (the paycheck ;~) is amazing), but I do have fantasies about sleeping in until 9am. Is that weird?

Ok, off to feed the baby...