Vanessa Oates

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Feedback Junkie

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At the moment I am living in a bit of a God-ordained feedback bubble.  I am being asked to do things, getting them done and not hearing anything back about the given task.  I did not think that I had insecurity issues… until now.  

In today’s Facebook, Instagram, Periscope culture we have become accustomed to instant, in the moment feedback.  Whether it’s a “like”, a retweet, a heart or a comment, we can instantly know how someone feels about something that we have posted.  And while this increases our sense of connection to others, it also can be dangerous to measure our impact or effectiveness based on the reactions of others.

My calling is being tested.  God is asking, “Can you be obedient to what I am asking you to do without receiving feedback about it from man?  Are you really seeking feedback or praise?  Are you completely immersed in My love and pleasure with you or are you unsure and looking to earn it by some task well done?  Do you need someone to validate your worth and work?”  Aaaaaah, the insecurity, the striving, the unrest!  

I have been uniquely gifted, as you have been too.  God would like to use those gifts to bless others and increase my joy.  But if I am so caught up on hearing some level of applause no matter how much it sickens me to admit it, the joy is lost and the focus which was intended to be on blessing others rests squarely, heavily, on me.  I am ready to shake loose from the trap of the praise of man.  I cannot seek the Lord’s approval and also look for the approval of man.  Paul states it best in Galatians 1:10

Am I now trying to win the approval of men, or of God?  Or am I trying to please men?  If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a servant of Christ.”

If I would please God and walk in complete obedience, I cannot worry about feedback from man.  Now this does not mean that God does not use men to give counsel and guidance.  The difference is where my dependence lies.  There will be times of silence in our journey with the Lord and this time has been a test for me.  There will also be times that God calls us to do things that few in our sphere of influence can understand, anyone that has ever done anything great for God was misunderstood at some point.  Will I shrink back or will I go forward?  I will go forward!

Being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus”- Philippians 1:6

He is not finished with me yet.  He does not waste any of my time.  I can trust and be obedient knowing that He is continuing the good work that He started in me!  No feedback necessary!

Friends

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Four adult friends meeting in a coffee house

As the mother of three preschoolers and one middle school child I think about friendships (mostly for my middle schooler) quite a bit. I pray about it. I want my children to have Godly friends that will be great influences on them. I intentionally put my kids in places that I think will encourage healthy friendships. But, what about me? What does my Father want to see from my relationships?

The book of Proverbs has a lot to say about friends. Just the other day I was reading Proverbs 27 and read the very well known Proverbs 27:7,

 “ As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another.”

If I want to be spiritually sharp I must be in authentic relationships. I know this, but up until a couple of months ago my calendar did not reflect this at all. The friends I made pre-kids, who live states away, were the people who knew me best. How did this happen? I had every excuse in the book; too busy, unconventional work schedule, no one shares my interests, no babysitter, my list went on and on, and so did the years.

As everyone knows you never need a friend like you need one in times of trouble. Proverbs 17:17 says,

“A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity”.

I would come up to one of life’s heartbreaks and feel so alone. One of those “bear one another’s burdens” times, but no one else knew what I was dealing with so how could they share the load. So I endeavored to make relationships a priority, but then came the twins.

 Making friends was so effortless before I had kids, but with each addition I have found it harder and harder to connect with other women. What I have come to realize is that it’s because I am so focused on my children and what is going on with them that I haven’t been able to truly make this a priority. Or, I am so tired that just going to bed early seems like a much better option than going out and doing something… anything. I have not valued it like I should.

 Proverbs 13:20 says,

“He who walks with the wise grows wise, but a companion of fools suffers harm.”

As I was talking to my girls about what this verse means, of course the mom in me focused on the “companion of fools” and what happens to them. But then I thought about myself, and my desire for wisdom in every area of my life. Walking with the wise does not just happen. It has to be intentional. I realized that I need to ask the wise to walk with me, because if I wait for them it may not happen. I have been guilty of not asking for help in the areas that I really need. In an effort to change my ways, I have reached out to a wise woman that God has placed in my path and started asking for her counsel. I felt guilty at first for asking for some of her time, but she is delighted to have the opportunity to speak into my life and I am enjoying a new friend.

 So, I will do better. I will schedule fellowship (and not cancel). I will be real. I will ask for help.

The Miracle of Parenting

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Mother Cuddling Daughter At HomeI am sitting here reading what is essentially a rejection letter for “the parents of” my own preschool aged child. In a situation where my child could have been “chosen” or “not” it is hard to read that she was “not”! I told God before we started the application process that I was putting the school situation in His hands, and that I knew that He knew best, and that I trusted Him to order our steps. As I read the letter I reminded myself of this as I tore it in half and threw it away. Although I believe in God’s complete goodness, this… did not feel so good.

So before going down into the spiral of emotions, I asked myself why. Why did I feel sick to my stomach? Why were my eyes stinging a bit? What did I think this letter changed about us? Did it mean my daughter was not genius level smart? Certainly not! Did it mean that I didn’t prepare her well enough? I’m not sure what that even looks like. Did it mean she is doomed to a life of mediocrity? Uhhh, no! Well, what was it?! Could it be that this isn’t going like I had scripted it in my head? Could it be that this was not what “God is on our side” looks like to me? I think I am getting closer to home.

It seems everything I’ve read this week has referenced Abraham and the blessings that come to those who have faith and wait on the Lord. When I think of faith I always think of miracles. People believing God for the seemingly impossible. But this is not what the Bible says about faith; Hebrews 11:1 says:

“…faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see”.

Well, I was hoping that my daughter would get into a magnet school, but the Word of God has not promised me this. What I can be certain of is this, Psalm 139:16-17:

16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them!

He knew her before I knew her and loves her now so much better than me. He has good plans for her to prosper her and to giver her a hope and a future (Jer. 29:11). These verses have encouraged me so many times but sometimes it’s hard to have faith for your children. We want to wrangle and control situations instead of turning them over to the only One fit to conduct our lives. I am not sure of anything that requires more faith than parenting. I think even the most confident of people shake in their boots at the sheer overwhelming responsibility of taking care of a person from birth until adulthood. Then there is the issue of doing it well, and intentionally and in a Christlike manner. When you think about it, parenting really takes a miracle. So daily as you put your faith in Him, God is working a miracle through you!

You Are a Winner!

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Portrait of a young girl with Medal on white background

My 5 year old Ella exudes confidence. She is sure that everyone she meets wants to be her friend and is hanging on her every word. There have been just a handful of times that I can think of where her confidence had been shaken. She believes that she is smart, cute and funny. Why, because daily she is reminded of this by her parents, teachers and total strangers.

One of these confidence shaking experiences happened last summer. She was playing with other children at our local YMCA. Ella is very tall for her age and in mixed age groups often ends up playing with kids a couple years older. She also is very energetic and often ends up playing with the rowdiest boy she can find because what he’s doing looks a like a lot more fun than playing with dolls. On this particular day she was playing a game with another little boy who was a couple years older. Ella kept losing this game. Did I mention that she is persistent? Finally the little boy told her, “You’re a loser!”. Ella protested and moved on to something else but when I picked her up after my workout she was obviously deflated.

I gave her my best pep talk on our way home. We talked about how losing a game doesn’t make you a loser. The look on her face said that she wasn’t convinced. We had some lunch, she had her nap and woke up her old self. The next morning she was especially anxious to go to the Y. I just thought she had some extra energy to burn but really she had a score to settle. As I was getting her twin brothers out of their car seats in the Child Watch area I see Ella pulling something out of her backpack and marching her way over to the little boy from the previous day. What she had was her dance medal from her Spring recital earlier in the year. She was swinging that red, white and blue ribbon in this little boys face saying, “You see this? I am a winner! Winners get medals!”. I think she scared that child. I couldn’t hear what he said but when she was done talking she put the medal around her neck and they went back to playing (now that she had cleared that up for him).

I had not thought about this in a while and last week my pastor taught on insecurity and this memory came to the forefront of my mind. I have a lesson to learn from my little Ella. When people, my past failures, or those voices in my head make me feel insecure I should do just what Ella did. I need to go to the place where there is proof of my worth and abilities. What does the Word of God have to say about me and my situation? Then I can take the Word and silence those taunting voices (figuratively, I am not suggesting waving your Bible in someone’s face)! God did not spare his own Son to save…me! I have infinite value! Romans 8 says it best,

“31 What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? 32 He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? 33 Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. 34 Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. 35 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? 36 As it is written:    “For your sake we face death all day long;
we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.”[j]  37 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[k] neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. “

 

 

You Are Not Enough

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iStock_000012852386_MediumAt the beginning of this month I was standing silent after a time of worship during a Women’s Conference waiting on some encouraging word from God. What did I feel like He spoke to me? This simple sentence, “You are not enough”. Just thirty minutes prior I had checked in with my husband to see how he was faring at home with the kids and after our brief conversation I wondered if I should have spent the night away at a Women’s Conference. “See”, I told myself “things go crazy when you are away. You should be at home.”. This, never being away, a dear friend helped me understand was impossible. She actually had to ask me if my plan was to never leave the house again. I, actually had to think about my reply!

 

At first, the thought that I am not enough is disappointing. I thought I am doing the best I can and it’s not enough. That is utterly deflating. But then I understood what the Father was trying to get me to see. It is highly arrogant for me to really believe that I am the glue that is holding my family together. It’s hard not to feel that way but it’s not true. So many of the things that I make myself responsible for, in reality, I am not. This is joyously liberating! I cannot do or be enough to single-handedly carry the burden of disciplining my children; managing our finances; nurturing the family physically, spiritually and emotionally; cultivating a strong marriage; serving the Lord in our community; overseeing our kids’ educations; etc… In all these areas I have a responsibility but in all these things we also are not alone. Many of us have loving and helpful spouses that will help us bear the load(if we let them, i.e. don’t always rush home) and more than that we have a loving Father that longs to be present in every moment of life with us and bear our burdens.

 

In times when I have felt so overwhelmed it is usually because I have fooled myself into thinking that I alone am responsible for some thing, some person, some outcome or solution. When I have taken a step back I see that in myself I don’t really have the ability to “make things right”. And the pressure and stress that I am feeling is self-imposed. This is the moment when I can accept a divine invitation to rest. Two scripture passages come to mind:

 

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened , and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”- Matt. 11:28-30

 

“…God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble. Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.”- 1Pet 5:5b-7

 

When I am humble enough to know that I cannot bear the burdens of my life without God’s divine help His continual rest is available to me. I don’t have to worry or stress just do my best and rest in His unfailingly capable hands.

Home, My Mission Field?

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Teenage girl reads to her three siblings from the Holy Bible on park bench. Horizontal shot.I don’t know what your days are looking like right now, but mine are pretty routine. Crazy, busy, but routine, mundane; filled with numerous tasks that will just be repeated tomorrow. Doing laundry, changing diapers, making lunches, sweeping, mopping, paying bills, making repeated requests that are systematically ignored, cooking dinner, checking homework, giving baths, reading bedtime stories, etc… There is very little time to think of myself, much less do something for myself. I am so grateful for a shower everyday. This 5 minute shower is my me time, even though it is often interrupted. It is a great pleasure and a privilege to be home with my children, but let’s face it there just is no boss like an infant or toddler. They will take the food right out of your mouth, and they will barge in on you in the bathroom. You are expected to come running (literally, running) at the sound of a moan, whine or shriek. There are no office hours, and you are always “on call”. Demanding doesn’t even begin to describe it. This is motherhood!

I believe there is nothing on earth like a mother’s love. She will sacrifice anything for her child, but often during the preschool years it is hard to know, in all this self sacrifice, how do I keep my “self”. It is very easy to have an identity crisis. Who am I, and just what am I doing? I have thought about jobs I used to have where I was paid to tell people what to do. My advice was worth money! These children get all of my direction and guidance for free, and still they refuse it!

So, how can I sacrifice myself and preserve myself at the same time? I am not sure that you can. I think we are still ourselves but just in a different season. We must allow our view of ourselves to grow and change. In all this we have an excellent example in Jesus. His humility is well… humbling. Phillipians 2: 1-7, says it this way,” 1 Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, 2 then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind. 3 Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, 4 not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others. 5 In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus: 6 Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage; 7 rather, he made himself nothing by taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. 8 And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to death— even death on a cross! “

I think most mothers instinctively put the needs and desires of their children first. We do this without thinking. But what is lost on us is how high this calling is. It’s hard to see where the “little things” we do daily have eternal ramifications… That this love that we show our children is in fact a ministry, and that we have the honor of being the first representation of Jesus our children will ever know. Okay, these are big shoes to fill, and in light of this truth our daily tasks don’t feel so mundane. It makes me identify with Christ and ask for his help. It makes me know that what I do needs the grace and power of God. It also lets me know just how much I am loved. For I too am a child who is often oblivious to the great love and sacrifice given for me to live this beautiful life in Christ.

Go Ahead Live a Little

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Group Of Female Friends Meeting In Café Restaurant

Whew!  Back to School time seems like a finish line to me and I am sure so many other moms.  I think everyone likes the change of pace that the summer brings but for me it’s nice to get back to more structure in my schedule.  I tried to have all these activities and “field trips” planned this summer but things didn’t go as planned.  I think I was learning summers aren’t supposed to be that “planned”.  I grew up as a military brat and thrive on order, agendas, punctuality, discipline, you get the picture. This summer had so many unexpected roadblocks that I dare say I have become more flexible because of it.  I am learning that flexibility is the truest friend of a mother of young kids.  There are sudden sniffles or stomach bugs, mood changes, accidents, and tantrums that just cannot be accounted for.

Now as Grace has gotten into the groove of middle school and Ella will start half-day K-4 three days a week I dream of freshly mopped floors, clean and folded laundry, and general order and cleanliness around my home.  Oh yeah and twins that will nap every day on the same schedule.  A girl can dream can’t she.  While I fantasize about how my post labor day life will be with me in a starring role as a young, black Martha Stewart, I know there is more to life than tasks, chores, and check marks.  This is no major revelation to most everyday people but to people like me who live for checking things off to-do lists we have to be reminded that life really is all about people and relationships.

So in the spirit of change and growth I will do some things just for the sake of relationship.  Just for the sake of reaching out and connecting with other people.  Just for….fun.  I have filled out the registration form to become a part of our local Mothers of Preschoolers group.  I have also got information about joining one of the daytime small groups at our church, not just joining the one we go to as a family.  I am branching out people.  If I can safely make it through the first couple of weeks of awkward exchanges I think I may actually enjoy and look forward to these groups and the boys will get out and about a little more beyond the YMCA which is probably good for them as well.   When I say, “safely make it through the first couple of weeks”, I just mean don’t offend anyone.   I tend to be more straight forward and cut to the chase than most southerners appreciate.  I mean, “bless your heart” is a Southerners way of saying “I really pity and feel sorry for you” it is a Southerners way of being mean to your face and yet it sounds so sweet.  They sound sweet even when they’re mean and no one would ever describe me as sweet.

I am already getting social anxiety just thinking about this stuff.  Deep breaths, deep breaths.  I can do this.  Well, Tuesday is the big day.  My floors may not sparkle again any time soon but hopefully I will begin to understand more fully the richness of life lived together with others.  You may think that being a part of a family of six counts as together with others but it doesn’t necessarily, unless you make it so.  I am purposefully trying to make it so both in my home and outside of my home.  The dirty floors and laundry will be there tomorrow or after the kids are in bed.  But the kids are only little for such a short time and I don’t want to be so focused on my to do list that I don’t enjoy it.  Enjoy.  Maybe if I added enjoy to my to do list I would do it daily.  Warped, I know.  But you have to realize that I come from a family that had “mandatory fun” nights which consisted of us watching the Roots miniseries.  Educational and inspiring for sure but fun?

Life is meant for living.  Life, is meant for living.  Live!  I am a human being, not just a human doing.  I will enjoy, relate and connect.  Live.

The Baby Whisperer

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iStock_000001913628_MediumWhy is it that Ella, my four year old thinks that she is the baby whisperer.  I usually am not the,”I can’t wait until they can talk mother”, but I am eager for my boys to start expressing themselves in a way we can all understand.  They talk to each other in elated jibberish, the way a lot of twins do.   We, are not in on the joke.

Ella is a great big sister and hasn’t wasted a minute on being jealous of the twins since they came home because she realized early on that this elevated her status in the family.  She has someone, no two someones that she is older than and knows more than.  This, for my Ella makes everything about life better.  She is decisive, talkative, a performer (loves the built in captive audience that those strapped into a high chair provides), and likes to be the boss (this can sometimes be confused with being bossy).  This child was born to be a big sister.  Their birth was the fulfillment of her destiny.

And boy do they love her.  They light up when she enters a room.  When nothing else works she can sing them Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and they calm down and giggle.  Her name (Ewwa), Daddy, and uh oh are about the only things they say now.  Her name, well they hear that a lot during a day.

The only thing that I wasn’t expecting from her new role was to get a supervisor out of the deal.  She, for some reason has thought ever since the day they came home that she needs to tell me what every groan, cry and whimper means, as though she speaks “baby” and I because I am so old have forgotten it.  All day she tells me what I should be doing and how much faster I should be doing it for them.  He wants…… He needs…..He doesn’t like……Hurry he needs a diaper!  You get the idea.  What would I do without her?  And, for that matter how did she make it to the age of four!

I would imagine that this is normal.  I also like the fact that she is so concerned about their comfort and happiness.  But I do want to make one thing clear.  If you think staying at home with your children means you’ll be your own boss you are very sadly mistaken!

 

Now Hear This

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So I don’t know what has got me thinking about this again but here I sit thinking about my listening skills (or lack there of).  It’s not that I don’t hear you.  I know what you’ve said and can recall it back to you word for word, days even years later.  A gift that my husband and children are not so fond of, but I digress.  The problem is that I don’t know if I am always present with the person who is talking.  Often something they’ve said leads me on some mental bunny trail or I am just so excited about my response to whatever they’ve said that I am already a million miles away to my next anecdote.

When we were dating my husband also found out that I can participate in and listen to more than one conversation at once.  Most women can do this, right?  We’d be sitting in our booth in a restaurant talking and as soon as there was a break in our conversation I’d say something about the conversation next to or behind us.  This, I do understand is rude and technically eaves dropping but I am not doing it on purpose.  They are just talking so loud!

I am also, with people whom I am very familiar, an interrupter.  I know, I know this is the worst.  EVERYONE, myself included, hates this.  As soon as it happens, I make an inward vow to never do this again unless someone’s hair is on fire (which has happened in my presence).  Some part of me turns into a overly excited puppy that is jumping up and down and can’t wait to ‘say my part’!  Totally and completely obnoxious.

I have been trying to figure out how to be more sensitive(not my strong suit) and tuned in to people and their needs and it all has to start with listening.  Really, listening.  Putting myself completely inside what is being said to me while it’s being said and until the speaker is wholly and absolutely finished.  Why is this sometimes difficult?  It seems that any decent person could do this but I guess that’s why it’s called a skill.  Skills can be honed so that gives me hope.  I can do this.  I will be a better listener this year.

Okay, now here is the real challenge.  I am going to start honing these skills at home.  Do you know how much children talk?  Often these important little people turn into background noise the more things they say.  We miss so much by just yeah, yeahing them.  I think humility is the key.  What someone else has to say has to be at least as important or if not more than what I have to say no matter who they are, even little people.  The opposite of this is of course arrogance and nobody wants that!

Hope, Again

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iStock_000010068089_MediumIt has been said that hope springs eternal and I suppose that is true.  If it were not true many of us wouldn’t even bother to get out of bed.  While we seem to have the tendency to perpetually return to a place of hope many times I take the scenic route.

Proverbs 13:12 says, “Hope deferred makes the heart sick but a longing fufilled is a tree of life.”  Who could have said this better?  I have been trying to assign a word for the fatigue and fear that I have been feeling of late and there is no better description than heartsick.  It is not a word I use in daily conversation but I find it to be more than fitting.

My body is strong.  My mind is capable.  My heart, I must admit is sick.  What does this mean?  Well, the dictionary says it means: sorrowful, depressed, despondent, hopeless.  I would call these fitting definitions but this is not exactly what I mean.  What I mean is closer to the equivalent of the flu for your heart (or hope).  You know tired, achy, weak, in a fog, wanting to function normally but unable to do so.  This is the nature of my heart.  Not completely done in but definitely not ready to jump to the occasion of hoping again.

There are a lot of new things going on for me right now.  Any new endeavor requires new hope or else why even begin.  Some of the new are things I’ve decided to do.  Some of the new, I wouldn’t characterize as ‘my choice’ but me or my family are doing them anyway. You know those things that are for your own good but don’t feel too good right now.  Why they don’t feel good to me usually comes down to fear.  Will I fail?  Will this turn out just like the last time.  Will I get hurt?  How much more can one heart take?

Sometimes I just like telling God about my pain like a small child with a boo boo.  You know that kid that reminds you about their skinned knee every chance they get.  The one that walks with a very labored limp and has you put antibacterial and a new band-aid every 30 minutes.  The one that says they’ll never ride their bike again.  I have been that kid.  God has assured me that He doesn’t mind.  He’ll kiss my boo boo one more time and be waiting beside the bike when inevitably I get back on.  Why do I get back on? Because a longing fufilled is a tree of life! I’ll take it one step further, it’s hard to even feel as though you are living life without hope.  I don’t want a lifeless…life.  So, I’ll stop going around the Mulberry Bush and accept life’s eternal invitation to hope…again.