Showing posts with label mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mom. Show all posts

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Afraid of What?

AFRAID OF WHAT?  
PRAY THOSE FEARS AWAY!
October and its accompanying Halloween holiday is the one time of year when the “fear monster” is allowed to run rampant.  It’s said to be just fun and games, but the “fear monster” likes to find a home in our hearts after the holiday has long since passed.
One of my favorite movies, the 1965 major motion picture “The Sound of Music”, has a scene about fear.  After hearing thunder as a storm passed by, each of Captain Von Trapp’s 7 children ends up in Maria’s bedroom for comfort.  The upbeat song, “These are a few of my favorite things” follows which seems to cheer the kids right up!  I love the song and it might help for a bit of thunder.  But when fear grips my heart in the deepest way, it’s not all fun and games!  Thinking of raindrops on roses, kitten whiskers, woolen mittens, sleigh bells or even GEESE does not cut it.  In fact, when fear is embedded in my heart the song I find myself singing sounds more like this...
Raindrops on windows and thunder unending…
Bright colored lightning and candle wicks dwindling;
Brown branches swaying, what will this night bring?
These are a few of my scariest things.
Hospital doctors and long pokey needles…
Bumble bees, sting rays and stinky butt beetles;
Black creepy spiders with red diamond spleens,
These are a few of my scariest things.
Ghosts in white dresses with blue glowing chains…
Fear thoughts that stay on my mind and my brain;
Silver stone walls that are trapped in my dreams,
These are a few of my scariest things.
When I don’t pray -
When fear gets in the way -
When I forget to trust my “Dad” …
I’m simply remembering my scariest things,
And I’m caught up in what feels so bad.
Fear beyond a few cracks of thunder is crippling.  I’ve been afraid of who might come through my children's windows, of failure, of someone not liking me.  Years ago I struggled with fear in such a way that it seemed to be a living monster in my body.  One day I gathered up the courage to tell a near stranger about my fears.  She was sitting at a boutique reading a bible and after revealing my fears to her, she promptly shared a good thing with me.  She encouraged me to memorize 2 Timothy 1:7, “For God has not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”
As I memorized and constantly recited 2 Timothy 1:7, I experienced that transforming power first hand. “Dear Lord,” I would say in the face of fear, “You have not given me a spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”  Day by day God answered my prayers and my anxious feelings were replaced with confidence in Him. 
The “fear monster” has left the premises, but it continues to peek its ugly face out of unexpected dark corners.  This past week I found myself fearing the worse would happen while my husband was away on business.  I recognized it and the powerful Word of God at work in my life sent the “fear monster” running with its tail between its legs.  
The word for "fear" in 2 Timothy 1:7 is not referring to general fear as it is commonly known, as in fearing a bit of thunder. The word in the original greek language is not 'phobos' (foboV) but rather 'deilias' (deiliaV) which means "cowardice". God has not given us a spirit of cowardice. The actual context of the words found in this passage refer to partaking in Kingdom work, that is God’s Kingdom, and not to wimp out.
Fears that keep us from Kingdom work are more crippling than a passing storm or a hunting holiday.  By praying and claiming this scripture for so many years it has led to opportunities to leave cowardice in the dumpster, where it belongs! To confidently share a good thing where I otherwise would have let fear win.  
One of the “good things” I like to share about is Moms In Touch International (MITI).  http://www.momsintouch.org/  A few years back I heard about groups of praying moms that focus on prayers for their children and for schools.  It did not take long for me to research it and find a praying partner, Julie Paik, to start a group.  It is a place where we partner with God on behalf of our children who, in turn, get to experience the same power of transformation while us moms, being aware of the benefits, actually do the praying.  Every week moms pray specific scriptures over their children’s lives that cover a multitude of concerns.  This allows the concerns to be handed over to a God that is willing and able to do more than we can imagine and definitely more than can be done on our own.  Being constant and deliberate in prayers directly effects our children with their constant and sometimes deliberate struggles.  What child does not have struggles as they walk onto their school campuses every weekday?  
When I first stepped up to be a MIT Co-Leader with Julie for our children's school (Yerba Buena)… it was an opportunity for me to set aside cowardliness and take on courage.  I remember loving the prayer time but was sort of a wimp about sharing this “good thing”.   Would people think I was “religious”?  Even worse would people think they couldn’t be real around me because I was one of those Christians?  Yes, the “fear monster” tried to keep me immobile. I remember praying for courage with Julie and He delivered a cup of courage all right!  In fact our cups overflowed and we now have over a dozen praying moms at Yerba Buena Elementary School.

I was then asked to step up to be a Moms In Touch Area Coordinator (an AC).  Why not, we had seen God's power unleashed!  "Why keep a good thing all to myself'" I prayed, "let's get every school in my area prayed over!  Lord raise up Moms with a desire to pray for their children and use me to be an encouragement to them!"   It was again an opportunity for me to set aside cowardliness and take on courage.  Right on que the “fear monster” tried to keep me immobile with a variety of fear oriented thoughts.  But if it had found a home in me concerning MIT, you would not be reading this today.  I am sharing this “good thing”!  As a MIT leader and AC  a courageous player in Kingdom work is on the field!  Taking action can be exhilarating!
Richard DeHaan put it into perspective when he wrote, "If God has given you some special work to do that frightens you, it is your responsibility to jump at it. It is up to the Lord to see you through. As you faithfully do your part, He will do His part."
My Aunt Janet (Brown) puts it this way, “When we experience tasks that are daunting... He meets us there with His sustaining power and all-consuming courage.”
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels, as the song, “These are a few of my favorite things” recites, can never compete with what God gives.  The “fear monster” can’t flee fast enough when it comes face to face with God’s immeasurable power.
Philippians 4:8 talks about how to step out of crippling fear thoughts. “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”
I often think about this lovely truth, us moms hold a common thread that weaves us all together.  It is a deep desire to see our children persevere through life challenges, to accomplish great things, to grow in their faith and live out their God-given purpose to the fullest.  Our mom-hearts ache when life comes in hard at them.  Our mom passion is put on fire when our child is flourishing in a talent or a unique gifting.  We share the common desire for wanting what is best for our children.  Praying for them, their schools and classmates is one of the more pro-active and “cowardLESS” parenting moves we can make.

So then...you are AFRAID OF WHAT?  What "good thing" is God asking you to do for His Kingdom's sake? Pause for a moment and lay down those fears. Lay down whatever frightens you; what you see as scary.  In short... I encourage you to PRAY THOSE FEARS AWAY!  Then we can sing a new October song...
Rainbows from heaven and courage to start…
Bright Calvary's cross and peace in my heart;
Brown leather bibles and His perfect timing,
These are a few of my God’s promised things.
Unending love and new seasons of joy…
Provision for family and healing my boy;
Spirit filled moments by praising the King,
These are a few of my God’s promised things.
Girls in white dresses dance with the bridegroom…
Forgiveness, deliverance, changed lives are in bloom;
Silver white winters that melt into springs,
These are a few of my God’s promised things.
When I need shelter -
When I seek comfort -
When I’m afraid or sad…
I get on my knees and claim God’s promised things,
And then I don’t feel so bad.
"The One who calls you is faithful and He will do it!" Thessalonians 5:24
"All honor and power to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power at work within us."   Ephesians 3:20

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Poem to Mom in 2002

TO MY MOM ON MOTHER’S DAY 2002
Feeding Time!
But more than food you gave
Closeness and love you saw I craved
As I pinched your hair...
“I’m sorry for all the rest,
Cuz God gave me the best!”
Bleeding Time!
But more than a band-aid you had
“That silly bee,” you saw I was sad
As I sat in the hall...
“I’m sorry for all the rest,
Cuz God gave me the best!”
Shoe Time!
You watched me tie, on the first try
You watched me switch, a bit dyslexic
All the while I sang...
“I’m sorry for all the rest,
Cuz God gave me the best!”
Story Time!
Major exaggeration, you had compassion
“Tell me when it’s fake, but go on and create.”
As my imagination grew...
“I’m sorry for all the rest,
Cuz God gave me the best!”
Drama Time!
After every play, you gave much praise
Noticing God made, helped as you raised
So I proclaimed...
“I’m sorry for all the rest,
Cuz God gave me the best!”
Paper Time!
After you typed for me all night
I got car sick on a rout, what a sight!
I sat in awe...
“I’m sorry for all the rest,
Cuz God gave me the best!”
Laughter Time!
It would come without warning, so very frail
Dashing to the other room, leaving a trail
On the ground in hysterics...
“I’m sorry for all the rest,
Cuz God gave me the best!”
Driving Time!
Friends with the road, there’s always a mode
“It matters to me, I want to come see.”
Feeling so special...
“I’m sorry for all the rest,
Cuz God gave me the best!”
Giving Time!
You can never resist a daughter's plea
“Take this, take that, take all you see!”
Grateful in every way...
“I’m sorry for all the rest,
Cuz God gave me the best!”
Lasting Time!
Everyday I wake up and Pray...
“Thank you Lord for mom
builder her up as she goes along
remind her of who she is
and the gift she is to her kids
No one can take her place
Nothing compares to that face
I’m just sorry for all the rest,
Cuz God... you gave me the best!”
Happy Mother’s Day!
By Michelle Fozounmayeh
May 11, 2002

Friday, November 19, 2010

One Morning and Many Personalities

I was at a convention a few years back and watched a skillful presentation of the many "hats" a women wears.  After a nice introduction of each hat personality, these hats started to be reused and switched up until at last they were being stacked on top of each other in a frenzied effort to maintain each personality's integrity.  After searching the web I found that it had been borrowed before.  Knowing that the best ideas are usually stolen... or I mean... BORROWED, I took the liberty to borrow the concept and modify the personalities  for the start of my blog about examining lives.  But before any of that what better way to get started than to examine the many personalities that seem to appear out of nowhere in our day to day lives.  And sometimes in a matter of just minutes!  Because you know it's true that there are, at the very least, 3 different personalities fighting to stay alive in every women.  For example there is "Molly the Mom." She wears a silly monkey hat and sings everything to the tune of "rise and shine".
MOLLY: (silly monkey hat)  I-I read bo-oks, and bake lots of homemade cookies.  I hu-ug the ki-ids and drive away the spooky spookies!
And what about "Wendy the Worker" who wears a hard hat and has a "get down to business" persona.
WENDY: (hard hat) I am sick and tired of this job, all I do is work, work, work and no one ever appreciates me!
And lest we forget "Linda the Love Slave" who shows up with a sexy shall that sharply resembles a poorly homemade scarf and likes to add lots of tigerish growls to her intensely seductive tone.
LINDA: (scarf) I lounge around in my lingerie and lavish love words on my husband like, 'Lover, did you lock the door!  Groowwwllll!'
I don't think men really know how hard it can be for one little lady forced into this daily juggling act.  I mean really, I want my husband to know that I would make a killer Love Slave if I didn't have to be 2 other women at the same time.  I'd just wake up and say...
LINDA: (scarf) Good morning sweetheart, did you sleep well?  Let's just stay in bed a while and...
But then a baby cries or a child's footsteps are heard coming down the hall and the scarf is quickly replaced by a silly monkey hat.
MOLLY: (monkey hat) Ri-ise and shi-ine and give God the glory, glory.  Bru-ush your te-eth and I'll read you a story, story.
Which is then dramatically replaced by a hard hat.
WENDY: (hard hat) Pause that thought, I'll have to read that story later! I still need to pack your lunch, the diaper bag, clean up the dog's throw up and Aunt Maria will be here in 10 minutes for me to bring her to her Doctor's appointment.
And just like that I walk away with a "frustrated" husband and a confused child.  But do you really think the juggling stops there?  Oh me, oh my NO! One look at my son's wet crotch brings out "Courtney the Quarterback" who continuously has easy access to a Nerf football that seems to appear out of mid air.  She makes sure all the house plays are run and executed properly so a wet crotch on this field means it's time for "The Bathroom Run"
COURTNEY: (football) 1, 2, 3, Hut! Run down the hall and around the corner, into the bathroom.  Make sure your pants are all the way down.  Toilet seat up, aim for the center.. oh too far right.. little to the left and yea that's right, First Down!
And we all know that if there was a poopy that had to come out of that little guy then that calls for "Nancy the Nurse" who wears a stethoscope around her neck.  Her charts are extensive, imperative and she barely misses a thing.  No need for an actual real life nursing degree to care for the kids, husband, Aunt Maria, Grandma Gwen and the little old man who lives across the street.  She mends and documents all cuts, bruises, aches, pains, Dr. Visits, everything that goes in and everything that... comes out.
NANCY: (stethoscope) Two days ago his poopy was green and runny.  Yesterday he ate two banana, had rice for lunch and dinner and now it's as hard as a Uncle B's head.  Oatmeal for breakfast and it should be smoooooth sailing tomorrow.
After helping my son "wipe", I take note of the two squares of toilet paper left on the roll and "Arlene the Accountant" is on top of it!  Wearing a tie she calculates.
ARLENE: (tie) If I get toilet paper and not the nail polish I'm still under $5 and don't have to withdraw from the ATM next to the drug store for a $2 charge.  You see I take care of the cash flow including tithe, lunch money, writing checks and I record the ATM's he doesn't.
Next "Suzanne the Psychologist" cant help but give her 2 cents, putting her reading glasses on the very tip of her nose and looking at me in the mirror...
SUZANNE: (glasses) Now why do you think he does not record his ATM's?  What was his relationship like with his mother?
Knowing that sort of questioning will lead me to nowhere good I quickly return my thoughts to the lack of bottom wiping material presently in our home, which inevitably reminds me of yet another errands, yet another "stop" that my soccer mom van has to make in between the kids piano lessons and karate... that is if I can't fit it in this morning. Fighting against the taxi mom image, I can muster up, "Charlotte the Chauffeur" with a snooty and quite annoying attitude of disgust wearing a chauffeur hat.
CHARLOTTE: (chauffeur hat) I drove 4,000 miles last week and permanently small like french fries!
As I walk to the kitchen to get out the oatmeal the chauffeur hat is quickly replaced by a chef hat and out of nowhere I start to talk with a really bad German accent!  "Helga the Housekeeper!"
HELGA: (chef hat) French fries!  French fries!  No wonder they wont eat my cooking, they are always eating French Fries!
By now there is some sort of bickering going on upstairs.  I'm not sure if it is the sound of my kid's voices or the voices in my head that makes "Priscilla the Princess" emerge wearing a cute crown that comes straight from my daughter's dress up princess costumes.  As I pause in front of the sink, it's almost as if I am on stage at a pageant.  Standing before the judges who have just asked a question about what my vision would be for this morning as the kids get off to school.  I place one hand on the microphone and one hand over my heart.  With the the most inspirational tone, I speak.
PRISCILLA: (princess crown) I wish for household peace.  And... to lock myself in the bathroom, take a bubble bath and do my nails!
As reality swiftly sweeps back because my microphone is spraying water on my shirt, "Sarah the Server" puts on her apron and boldly states her priorities!
SARAH: (apron) I give all my TIME to serving others.  You can't name a church committee that I haven't been on.  I've helped 10 people move, built 15 houses in Mexico, fed over 1000 homeless and delivered 4 meals... all last week.  I have a hard time saying, 'no.'
And right on cue my daughter takes advantage of that by asking for some ice cream.
MOLLY: (silly monkey hat) Ye-es you ca-an, later gater after dinner!
And at the very mention of dinner my husband has to ask what we might be having that night.
LINDA: (scarf) Oh I don't know, grrroowwwll, I could peel some grapes and rub your feet.
Without time to take off the scarf the chef hat appears...
HELGA: (chef hat- German accent) Hold on, Dinner?  You want dinner again?  I just cooked dinner last night.  No!  And put on your shoes!
WENDY: (hard hat) I can't think about dinner now!  I still have to change the baby's diaper, finish packing the kids lunches and Aunt Maria will be here any minute!
With a glance at the clock I realize that there is no time to switch up the hats, just keep adding...
NANCY: (add stethoscope) I'm bringing her to her doctor's appointment today.
SARAH: (add apron) And because she's my aunt I can't say no!
MOLLY: (add monkey hat) Kids!  Time to get in the cary-cary!
CHARLOTTE: (add chauffeur hat) I'll get the car.
WENDY: (touch hard hat) Let's go! we're late!
HELGA: (add chef hat-German accent) I'll get the lunches, without french fries!
LINDA: (swoop the scarf) And without grapes, those are for later! ummm, growl.
ARLENE: (tie) Thank God those grapes were on sale at the market yesterday!
SUZANNE: (glasses) Did his mother feed him grapes?
Covered from head to waist with hats, scarfs, glasses and ties I sense it's time for a very important "play" in the house.  "The Transport Play"  I can't really get a good grip on the football due to the memorabilia all over my body, but I do have a SF 49ers helmet that by husband purchased and just happens to fit my head!  So with a loose grip on the ball, hoping not to fumble, I throw on the helmet and pray I don't get hurt... because I might just have to run this play on my own!
CORTNEY: (football and helmet) 1, 2, 3 Hut! Kid's go long for your lunches... oh no, your covered!!!  Ok I'll do it, and I'll grab the baby, the diaper bag, Aunt Maria and everyone is in the car!  (hands on steering wheal)  And we're driving down the field at the 50, and the 40... kids drop off!
MOLLY: (monkey hat) Have a good day-ee day-ee!
CORTNEY: (helmet) At the 30 and 20... Aunt Maria Drop off.
NANCY: (stethoscope-yelling out window) Don't forget to tell them about your lab results!
CORTNEY: (helmet) And the 10... drug store for TP!  And at the 5... back home, sleeping baby in crib, lock myself in the bathroom and... TOUCH DOWN!!!!
PRISCILLA: (crown) oh pickles, I chipped a nail!

And that is one morning with many womanly personalities examined!
Sort of.