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A rant about a rant that turned out to be a blessing. {Porch Project and perfect timing}

“A rant about a rant that turned out to be a blessing”
Written yesterday:

Today was one of those days where I found myself constantly one step behind my schedule. 

It all started when we woke up late.  

I’m sure you have been there too. 

 Yet I don’t even blame Wednesday morning for that. I actually blame Tuesday night. 

I had worked a full day on Tuesday and finished late and while my husband was trying to get our kids to bed, I just wanted to hear “one more story” all snuggled up on the salon couch. My oldest talked about a math test and my daughter told me all about her Spring plans as she listed off the activities we would fill our sunny days with and my growing little boy, but always baby, sat right in the middle of my lap, head against my chest, just taking it all in.

Late nights like that, all snuggled in, sharing, catching up, those are my favorites. And yet all the Moms know everywhere, that the late nights always have a way of ruining early mornings.


I know you have been there too.

So here we were, running late with the empty lunch boxes staring defiantly at me as we rushed around eating breakfast, packing school bags and hunting down the forever run away boot. I rushed the kids to school in the nick of time and flew the baby over a few streets to Grandma’s house for the morning and hurried back home for some sweet clients I had managed to squeeze in on what usually is my day off. 

Wednesdays are usually my laundry day and the day where I visit the sweet girls at the Beauty Supply store where I make lists of the next weeks clients and stalk up on all the supplies I need. But today, I was going to see a few clients and be done with just enough time to eat lunch, get my color supply across town, pick up my sweet babe from Grandmas loving embrace and run back to the school to pick up our oldest two. 

In the hurry of the morning rush though, I had left my full bowl of oatmeal on the counter and I had spilled my coffee down the front of my winter jacket on the walk to school.

Because clearly, that’s what happens when you are one step behind and also because I can never quite fit that circular plastic seal back into the lids of all of our take away coffee cups, dont tell my husband that.

As planned, my sweet clients came and went, I gobbled down my cold oatmeal for lunch, disengaged Grandmas loving grip from my baby boy 😉 and caught all the red lights across town to the beauty supply store — there and back.

Clearly, right? 😉 #murphyslaw

3:15pm school pick up came quickly but my wee helper and I raced back to the school to pick up big brother and big sister. As soon as I saw there sweet faces smiling at me as they exited the school building I could feel my shoulders relax and my pulse steady. All the rushing of the day added up to this moment where it was finally “us” time. 

We walked hand in hand home and marveled at how warm it was out. The kids skipped on the clear sidewalks, the sunshine was out in full force, visibly melting the last of the snow hill in the school parking lot and April first was proving to feel spring like. On the walk home my kids discussed how fast they were going to kick off their winter boots, (because that is why we always have a run away boot) and how they were so happy to try on their beloved sneakers from last year. 

Oh the little things!

We got home, they laced up those scuffed up sneakers from last fall and we stared at each other with big smiles; the possibility of a spring afternoon and the adventure to be had, hanging between us like heavy joy.

There was so much we could do tonight. They knew it and I knew it. There were hiking trails to go peek at and our near by pond to throw bird feed at and yet we decided on visiting the library a stones throw away from our house. It was basically decided for us since we had books to return and I am done paying all those over due fines we seem to unknowingly accumulate.

You know, you know.

And besides, I thought to myself, I could finally return the 15 new client messages that were flashing at me from my cell phone.

 I could already see what the next hour would look like, returning messages to clients, kids fighting over who got to to get their book read to them next, sharing the library computer games and  compiling a stack of books to take home and playing in the fun hand painted castle they have in the children’s area. 

Yes, the library and its free play and free wifi understood me and my needs.

So we did just that. We were the only mom and kids in the place and spread out all of our books on the little round tables in the kids area. 

I messaged back clients while flipping through decor magazines and my baby learned that “whisper” does not actually mean “whistle” which is is actually just an ear piercing squeal that he imitates when he calls for our family dog. 

Kids are freaking adorable.

We read some books, I snapped some pictures of my daughter curled up in the corner of the play castle with a carefully chosen pile of books beside her and I felt like all was right with the world.

That was until we were leaving the library. 

I was trying to hold three children’s hands while balancing a big stack of books in one arm. I reminded big brother to grab little brothers hand too and just then, while I felt pretty proud that I was able to balance a giant purse, a lap top, a two year old and a stack of books from parenting to politics with a heavy side of decor magazines, an older woman turned around and gave me a piece of her mind. 

The piece was big, hurtful, condemning and not true. She had clearly viewed my cell phone use/booking clients in, as me not being a hands on mother and she wasn’t afraid to tell me what she thought of me. 

My biggest most valued title as “Mama” was belittled in a one minute encounter with a stranger.

My heart raced, my excuses fell to deaf ears that didnt deserve a response and those words STUNG.

A few minutes later, safe at home, this strangers spewing had me holed up in our upstairs bathroom, crying my pathetic little eyes out.

A run with my sister an hour later would enlighten me when she gave some sound advice:

“Dont give her words power by repeating them and giving them a life of their own. Just don’t.

So here will not be the place where I talk about a surprising critiquing of my parenting skills or “lack of”, not because I want to be illusive or vague but because this unlikely and hurtful encounter is not at all the point of this post. 

Although at my arrival home, my perplexed husband probably thought this was a sob story, it actually is not.

This is actually a story that has nothing to do with me or that hurting stranger. This is a story about God. And in total, this is actually a post to remind you to continue to listen to that still small voice inside of you.

While I was leaving the library feeling belittled and unrightfully verbally abused, another woman, a sweet thoughtful friend was sneaking up to my doorstep with neatly arranged flowers and thoughtfully picked items. 

Best of all, she had attached a note that threw love right in my face as I walked the front steps bewildered and hurt to the core of my sensitive Mama heart.

There was no card and no name but I had a feeling I knew who this loveliness was from. 

I had recently discussed the sweetness that flowers bring, the joy they can give and the unreal expectations I was setting for my little girls future husband since I often surprise her with a little potted flower for her to kill in two days flat.

#shegotitfromhermama

In the midst of feeling stabbed in the heart and ego, this sweet friend then texts me to tell me that she had “rearranged my porch a little bit” and that she was prompted to do so from her heart. 

Perfect timing.

In that moment I wasnt sure of the last time I had felt that defeated. A rushed day made worse by rudeness and judgement. And then, by just walking up our front steps, I was so perfectly encouraged like I cant even adequately describe. 

I texted my sweet friend and told her how thankful I was that she listened to that prompting in her heart and she responded back so humbly that I am still in awe.

“It is all Gods doing my friend, I just had the privilege of carrying out the plan.”

How humbling. 

To know that the big God of this whole world cared enough about me and my moment of defeat that he timed my friends gift giving perfectly. 

 

God wants to work through people every day. He wants to share his peace that passes all understanding and his aboundless joy to those who need it. He wants the timing to be so perfect that people on the receiving end of goodness cant question whether it is coincidence or serendipity. He wants to work through people to share His care and to show his Divine timing. 


He wants to use you and I who believe and trust in Him to share His story. The story of love and giving to the ones we love, but more then that, the story of loving the unlovable and befriending the friendless.
 

You are valuable because you exist. Not because of what you do or what you have done, but simply because you are. –Max Lucado
 This story is about remembering to continually love on others, because you will never know when your love is needed most.
This story is about remembering to listen to that small prompting in your heart to do more and to love more.
That nudge is real stuff. It is similar to a Facebook poke except it is from the God that wants to bless you and those you surround yourself with.
This story is about forgiveness too.
After I cried on the bathroom floor for a while and noticed how disgusting the floor around the toilet is, all close up and personal, #boymomproblems I felt an unbelievable urge to counteract the negativity that I had just been the subject of. 
I quickly thought of five names. Five mamas. And got to work using words to build up instead of to tear down.
Words are amazing like that. 
They have the opportunity to make someones day or to ruin someones day. They can have so power attached to them that someone can hold on to them for years, good or bad. 
I picked five moms off the top of my head and I sent them a quick text from my dirty bathroom floor, it went something like this:
“Hey girl! (insert smiling emoji here)
 Just wanted you to know that I am thinking of you and wondering how you do it all! You are a Mama that I deeply admire for you awesomeness all around. I know the mama life can be challenging but you are truly doing such a fantastic job with those kids. Keep doing that stuff! Keep it up! One day they will grow up and move out and thank you for it all, and until then, here is a bit of a thankyou, for inspiring me to always choose happy and to always choose to love harder and more. 
 Hope you get a glass of vino tonight or a hot tea. You deserve it! (Insert wink face, kiss face and shy face here)”
This story is about choosing to choose happy over an assortment of other negative emotions. This is a story about loving the unloving, listening to that little voice within our hearts and a story about keeping our hearts open to peace, love and benevolence and closing it to false and negativity.
This story is ultimately a picture of His love. That when we are down and out and feeling awful and frustrated when we are running late and stresses out, He wants us to refocus. He wants to  use the people around us to encourage us and to remind us of how He sees us. He wants to love us when we dont want His love, when we think we can handle it all on our own, He wants us to put down our day to day armor and just be loved by Him and His promises.
And promise He does:
Deuteronomy 31:6 “Be
strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is
the LORD your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake
you.”
Today I am thankful for being one step behind. I am thankful that a rushed day brought us to our local library and that I had a chance to meet a disgruntled and hurting woman. Im thankful that I got to say “God bless you” in return to her blatant rudeness. I am thankful that because of our unlikely encounter I got to be mad and hurt and then I got to be humbled and honored. I am thankful that God ended my day by prodding my own heart to pray for this stranger and for healing for her brokenness. I am thankful that a friend listened to His nudging, that she didnt think “Im too busy” “Im too tired” “I have other things to do” “It wont be appreciated” etc, etc and instead she just DID. 
 
Love does.
Today I am thankful that He reminds me all the time that he cares, if I just slow down and look at all the unlikely signs.
 
#theporchproject

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    thehambyhome
    April 4, 2015 at 1:42 pm

    Oh Bethany, you have the kindest heart!! I love how you love and encourage and admire how you raise your kids. I hope to be half the mother you are one day! Love you friend!!!

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