Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Being Real

Someone thanked D Sunday night  for being "real/flesh" in his sermon Sunday.  You see, there was an incident this past week that affected our family as well as the community.  So D was just sharing his feelings on what he really thought in the heat of a moment.  Now let me say he isn't as hot headed as he used to be and he has a WHOLE lot more tact than I do.  So when this person said that it got me to thinking. 

I don't know who or how many people read this blog.  But I hope if you know us at all you would say that we are real.  We are just like any other couple that is trying our best to raise these boys to look and listen for God.  We aren't trying to raise them to be perfect because we can't.  We are faced with the same things each day as many of you.  Homework. Bills. Family issues.  Aging mothers.  Jobs.  Kids.  Laundry.  And all the other stress that goes into a day's time. And more often than not it is hard to find "Joy" in all things. However, we are leaning on an All Sufficient God to get us through. 

I remember growing up I put my pastor's and their family on a pedestal.  Don't ask me why.  Looking back now and knowing what I know I shouldn't have.  Yes maybe I held them to a higher standard because when you are called by God to do His work you are held to a higher standard to some degree.  But all Christians are.  And have you ever noticed that if you do have someone on a pedestal, they fall off? 

So as I thought about this I thought I would share a bit of our home with you.  Some of you have been here.  Some have not.  Talk about real? I thought I would give you a quick tour.

This is the view you get when you come through Samps' room.  Yes this is his room.  (I smile)  But I am not kidding.

Once you are in and turn around, this is the view from the other side.

This is the dining area.  See, we are real people.  Taxes are due.  This is what I do on my day off from the real job.

The kitchen.  And yes there is food in the crock pot.  So D can't say I didn't cook. 

This is from the front door.

View from the right of the front door and at the dining room table.

Yes. Pillows that someone kicked off of the couch.  And no.  It wasn't Samps.

From our bedroom door.

Laundry on the bed!  Nice touch. Don't ya think?

At any given time on any given day, if you were to stop by you will find these all through the house.  I had just tried to clean.  You can even see the vacuum and the marks it left on the carpet.  He is just like a two year old.

I had just folded the quilt.  My mother will have a fit when she sees this.  I had it on the hearth of the fireplace.  Do you see the pillow and the beanbag?  Yet he pulls the quilt off.  Yes I am talking about Samps now.
The other two boys do have bedrooms as well but I will spare them the embarrassment of posting pictures.  Let's just say one room is pretty clean.  The other....Not so much.  You can figure out whose is whose.

I realize these aren't the best pictures.  But it is a lot easier to download them than those from my camera.  My point in all of this is so that you can get a small idea of our home.  Our life.  Our home isn't spotless.  Neither are we.  Like I said, we are like everyone else.  Just tryin to do the best we can each and everyday.  Hoping that in the mix of this crazy world we live in, someone will see us or talk to us and in the process we can glorify our Father.  Yet there isn't a day that goes by that I am not reminded that D is a preacher, I am a preacher's wife and our boys are preacher's kids.  There isn't a day that goes by that I don't thank God for it.  He called and we answered.  Are we doing it right?  Maybe.  Maybe not.  Are we doing it real?  I think so.  Is "Daddy" proud?  I don't know but I sure hope so.  Would I go back to life before this?  Not on your life!  I had rather be doing what we are doing knowing we are smack dab in the center of His will than to be out of His will and wingin it.

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