My new obsession is crocheted shoes. I’m working on a pair of crocodile flip flops for the coolest mother-in-law on the planet (mine!), but I just finished these beauties. I’ve been working them all week. I made the shoe parts … Continue reading
My new obsession is crocheted shoes. I’m working on a pair of crocodile flip flops for the coolest mother-in-law on the planet (mine!), but I just finished these beauties. I’ve been working them all week. I made the shoe parts … Continue reading
I’ve read 4 books about generosity this year.
I meet with a team to discuss and plan for generosity.
I talk about generosity a lot in my work.
But you know who has taught me the most about generosity lately? My 8-year-old son.
Last week, we were up at his school for open house. We were standing in the hall as he showed me his work posted on the wall outside his classroom. I was supposed to answer questions to see if I was smarter than a third grader. (I’m happy to announce that I got my question right! Whew!)
And then one of his friends walked by and I noticed it. He had something on that was obviously Caleb’s. I looked at Caleb. Caleb looked at me. I asked him about it. He said he had let his friend borrow it.
It was something that I kind of have sentimental feelings about. This item is something kind of special.
This kind of thing has happened before.
Years ago, Caleb was dying for some little toys that kids at school were getting through a fundraiser. We were not doing the fundraiser, so he was not getting them. Then one day much later, I was walking through Target and saw a box of them. I don’t buy my kids toys very often, but I knew how much Caleb had been wanting them. A wave of love for him flooded over me in the aisle, and I decided to buy them for him. To surprise him with these small toys that he had been wanting for so long.
He took these toys with him everywhere. He carried them in a little bag. One night, we went to dinner with family and he left them at the restaurant. On the way home, he realized he had left them and was freaking out. I called the restaurant, but they said they didn’t see them. I even left our phone number to call us back if they did turn up.
Months later, I found more of these small toys and bought them for Caleb. They came in a pack of 12. That same day, two of his friends came over to the house and he proceeded to give most of the toys away.
I’ll be honest. I was hurt. Buying him those toys had been a big deal to me. It was an act of love. It was something special that I wanted to do for him. But he gave them away.
And I’ll be honest again. Last week, standing in the hall at his school, I had him ask for this other special item back.
Later that night, I told Caleb how proud I was of him that he is so willing to give anything he has away. No matter how special it is. I really am proud of him.
But that night has haunted me ever since.
I don’t really know what I should have done. Maybe I should have let the other kid keep the item that was special to me. Or maybe I did the right thing to try to teach my son that sometimes things are just special and you need to think of what they mean to others also.
I really don’t know.
But I can tell you that I learned just how generous my son is. And I should strive to be more like him. I know for a fact he gives things away all the time. If someone needs something or wants something, he wants to give anything he can. And I know that because of his generosity, he is on the receiving end all the time too. He comes home with things that kids from school gave him all the time.
These kids know how to give!
Over the last week, I’ve been wrestling with things. I want to be someone who is extravagantly generous with all that I have. I don’t want material things to have a hold on me. I know everything that I have belongs to God. I should be willing to give everything!
I want to be part of a church that is known for its extravagant giving. A church that boldly gives money and things away to those that need them because it knows that God is not a God of scarcity…He is a God of enough.
I want to test God when He says, “Test me in this, and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that there will not be room enough to store it.”
To do that, I need to be more like my 8-year-old son.
I’ve always kind of been fascinated by sewing machines. My Great-Grandmother was a sewing goddess. She sewed things for the whole town she lived in. When I was young, I had a kid version of a sewing machine. That thing … Continue reading
We Carroll’s love music. It’s in our blood.
My kids have this uncanny knack for loving songs with questionable lyrics that drive mom nuts!
Here are three songs that need a mom’s editing touch (Mom approved changes to the lyrics are in bold. You’re welcome!).
Uptown Funk
I love this song too! I can’t sit still when it’s on. But there is no need for my precious babies to hear a choice phrase in the middle of the chorus. So here’s the way I will be forever singing this catchy tune!
I’m too hot (hot hot) (hot dog also works nicely here!) 🙂
Called a police and a fireman
I’m too hot (hot hot)
Make a dragon wanna retire man
I’m too hot (hot hot)
Say my name you know who I am
I’m too hot (hot hot)
Am I bad ’bout that money, break it down
See what I did there? It’s now nice for us all to sing and listen to! You’re welcome, Bruno Mars! 🙂
Shut Up and Dance
Again, another fun song. Let’s see what mom can do with this one!
Oh don’t you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me.
I said your holding back,
She said get up and dance with me!
This woman is my destiny
She said oh oh oh
Get up and dance with me
So much better! Now get up and dance!!
The Weekend
My 4-year-old daughter loves this song. Too bad the radio station has to get changed for this one (off the Disney Radio channel!).
Oh yeah it’s the weekend,
Hands up for the weekend!
Oh yeah it’s the weekend,
Hands up for the weekend!
Ahh! Much better! I can sleep well tonight knowing that you all have my edited, mom approved lyrics!
So, now. What other lyrics do we moms need to change? 🙂
There are so many things that I want to do. I used to sit back and think there was no way I’d ever be able to do them all in this lifetime. I wanted to try new things, but I … Continue reading
It’s hard when we feel that others dislike us. It hurts when we feel looked over or ignored. It’s crummy when others have favorites and we’re not one of them. It’s downright painful when others seem to flat out hate us.
We all want to be liked. And it bothers us when we are kind, are good friends, go out of our way and try really hard and it just doesn’t seem to be enough for some people.
A few weeks ago, I was at lunch with friends, and we were talking about how hurtful it is that someone we know seems to not care about people unless you are one of their favorites. We talked about how it can make us feel less-than.
And then it hit me…
Why do we allow our worth to be wrapped up in what others seem to think of us?
Our worth comes from one person…God. And He thinks every single one of us is extremely special. Worth creating. Worth His love. Even worth dying for! And if that doesn’t give us some Jesus swagger and pep in our step, I don’t know what will!! Dang it! We should walk around confident in the fact that we are children of God, loving others like crazy no matter how we are treated!
We are always going to want to be liked, but we cannot let our worth come from others. We cannot let how we feel about ourselves come from how we perceive others see us.
How the other person acts toward us is on them. It has very little to do with us! The way others treat us says more about them and what is going on in their heart and in their world than it does about us. Let me say that again! Let’s all read it slowly together! 🙂 The way others treat us says more about them and what is going on in their heart and in their world than it does about us. We can’t control them or how they see or act toward us.
We can only control ourselves.
We can control how we treat others. How we are kind and make people feel valued. How we do not belittle others. Talk behind their backs. Make fun of them. We can even control and work on our attitudes!
I read awhile back that you are typically going to have 80% of the people in your life who like you and are good with you. But you are going to have to accept the fact that you’re probably always going to have another 20% who just don’t like you or agree with you for some reason or another. And we have to realize that our worth and value does not come from the 20%. Shoot! It doesn’t come from the 80% either!
I’m going to screw up. I’m going to do some things that tick others off. Sometimes royally. As hard as I try, I can’t help it. It’s inevitable. It’s part of life. As much as I would like to, I just can’t control what others think of me. And trust me, it will always bother me when people don’t like me. Always will.
But I’m committed to trying to be a person who is as accepting of all as possible. Someone who makes people feel valued and loved. Someone who listens. Someone who shows up. Someone who is willing to have some hard conversations that no one else wants to have to make things better for all. A friend who stands up for her friends. Who tries to only speak nicely of others…even when it’s really hard!
I can’t control others. I can only control myself.
My value doesn’t come from others, and yours doesn’t either!
Here’s something that I’ve never admitted before that kind of sounds silly now…
Growing up, I was afraid of Jesus coming back.
I feel so silly saying that, but it was a real thing. But thinking back, I was scared of most everything, so why not this too! 🙂
When I was 9 years old, I was saved. The Holy Spirit had clearly been talking to me for a good while, and it was time. I wholeheartedly gave my heart and life to Christ.
I knew God loved me so very much and that I was without a doubt a Christian, but I was scared.
We talked a lot about Jesus coming back when I was a kid. I think the main thing I was afraid of was the idea of the Rapture…where Jesus came back and took away all the Christians leaving the non-Christians behind. I knew I was a Christian, but I was terrified that maybe, somehow I would be left.
Remember how I was scared of pretty much everything? I have one vivid memory of laying in bed during a strong thunderstorm in college fearful of the storm but also worrying myself crazy that maybe Jesus was about to come back. Have I said it sounds so silly now? 🙂
I think a lot of people had this fear. I’ve heard so many stories of friends seeing clothes laid out on the floor or waking up to find their spouse not in the bed anymore and having a split second of panic.
Over the years, I have encountered God in so many ways. He has showed up big in times of great sadness, confusion, doubt, deep grief, anger…and times of amazing joy! He and I have bonded over life. Over the things that we go through together daily. He is with me.
And I’m not scared anymore. In fact, I yearn for Him more than ever. I see the pains in the world and my own life and I yearn for His presence. I crave his touch in my life. I plead for Him to come.
I pray that I will somehow be able to pass on this longing to my kids. I pray that they can learn more quickly than mom has. I pray that they will fully understand the vast, deep, wide love of Jesus and have no fear.
For there is no fear in love.
The boys and I went to my favorite event of the year tonight! Every year, the kids’ preschool has a Mom/Son event that is always a blast! This year, it was a super hero party. On the way home this … Continue reading
I am so proud of this kid! His teacher emailed last week saying that after testing was over, the kids would be making crafts in class on Thursday and Friday to get ready for Market Street on Monday. At … Continue reading