Saturday, February 25, 2012

It's time for the Academy Awards!!!

I love all of the Oscar buzz... I can't help it. I guess I'm a sucker for an event where everyone dresses up and people go home with awards. And I LOVE the speeches that some people give at the Academy Awards. Let's face it, there are just some people in this world who are cocky and you can see right through them- especially in their acceptance speeches. I of course love the ones with humor, but I also love the sincere "I really didn't think I would win" speeches. And you can tell the difference between someone who didn't think they would win, so they're fumbling through their words versus the ones who "didn't think they would win" and then pull out a typed speech from their bra.

In honor of the Academy Awards on Sunday, I wanted to link you guys to a couple of ideas for throwing an Oscar party. I'm not throwing one, but Michael and I do like to fill out the ballots and try to guess who we think we'll win. I especially love the foreign film sections, where we just have to completely guess!

The first set of ideas comes from a blog I follow and absolutely ADORE! It's called "Skip to my Lou" and Cindy always has the best ideas. Plus, you crafty ladies should check out her "made by you Monday" posts, and link up to her blog on Mondays if you've made something fun. I love seeing what she picks each week. But her latest post on Oscar party treats and printables was too fun not to share!

I am also slightly obsessed with Bakerella... mainly because of an obsession with cake pops. But, y'all, look at these cookies!!!

There's a whole blog post dedicated to making these puppies. I mean, if I didn't have a toddler, and did have all the time in the world, I'd be making these for sure!

Last, but certainly not least, is the coveted Oscar statue. You wanted to make your own, you said? Well, ladies and gentlemen, this one still has me chuckling. I actually think it's a great idea, but for some reason I can't stop laughing about it. Probably because I act like a 12 year old. But at any rate, you could spray paint your Ken doll for decoration!

Is anyone hosting an Oscar party this year? We'll probably be lucky to even get to watch at all, but I think Oscar parties sound like so much fun!

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Mommy Meltdowns

I learned today that I don't know anything. And just when I think I might be on to something and start getting all cocky, I'm right back where I started... Knowing nothing.
It's not a bad place. It's quite humbling here, actually. And humble is always good.
After three Mommy Meltdowns occurred before 8:30 this morning, I realized that I do not have it all together. It wasn't a particularly fun place to be, but I think it was exactly where I needed to be.
I am thankful.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Submit to whaaaaa?

If you follow my blog, and you're a coworker of mine, sorry- you're getting a double dose of this message. Let me explain to the rest of you though.

I had to catch up on some sermons from my church, because we had to take JM into the doctor yesterday morning, and we were out of town two Sundays ago. So, I decided I would watch them today to catch up on what I'd missed. Wow. We've started a new series called "Running with the Giants," and God is speaking some necessary truths through this series! But for today's blog post, I will only focus on yesterday's sermon... it was focused on David, but the jist of the message is submitting to authority. Allow me to dig deeper though.

This isn't my first rodeo on the subject of authority. God has been speaking to me about this for a LONNNNNNNNG time. So, am I just hard-headed and not listening? Not really. I learn a new truth about submission each time. But let's be honest, my flesh is pretty powerful at times and likes to rear its ugly head trying to make me forget the truths that I have learned. I don't pretend to be perfect, nor do I pretend to know everything there is to know about submission. I'm just walking it out- crying, fist pumping, and stomping my feet along the way- but I'm walking it out.

Starting out, I thought that submitting to authority was what we were supposed to do, no matter what the circumstances. But I'm slowly learning that there is more to it: the four tests of submission is what I believe it was called in yesterday's sermon. After watching it this morning (you can watch it here), I started thinking about how it relates to my life. And the Lord opened the floodgates. I was getting revelation about authority, but also some MAJOR revelations about other things I'm dealing with. I laugh when I think about how the Lord must be saying, "Well, Kay, when you finally do sit down to talk to me about these things, I need to cover alot of ground, because I never know when we'll get the opportunity again." I realize that's sad, but I've come a long way, and I also realize that He gets so excited when I even glance in His direction too. I just love the talks that we've been having lately, and it has been such a sweet time- I wonder why I don't make time for it everyday. But, I'm working on it. Again, not perfect, just walking it out.

So, here's what I know. Submitting to authority is a necessity if I want to walk closely with Him. After all, the authority He has placed me under on earth was appointed by God anyway. And if I am supposed to work in everything as if I am working for the Lord and not man, then by not submitting to my earthly authority means that I am not submitting to Him either. And I don't want to be rebellious, because rebellion was instituted by the enemy. So, everyday, I am given a choice: A. I will listen to the Lord's voice, and submit even when it's uncomfortable (note: I didn't say that I would submit to all out abuse, and there's a difference- watch the sermon). B. I will listen to the enemy's voice, and rebel against authority, because of course I know better, and of course I'm right, and of course I'm more experienced in these matters than they are.

I learned today that the reason I may be more experienced in something than my authority is because the Lord wants me to use it to SERVE my authority. Kay's motto, enter stage left: I am only here to serve. I'm not here to make a name for myself, or to advance some invisible ladder. I am only here to serve.

I went through a situation one time that I thought was just going to be the death of me. I remember thinking, "If ______ happens, I'm done. I can't do it anymore, Lord." And then it happened. I felt defeated, small, unworthy of the Lord's favor, and second rate. But somehow in the middle of it, I saw this little bitty glimmer of light. And out of nowhere I told the Lord, "Okay, let's do this. Let's get through this. I don't want to keep learning this lesson over and over again. If I get out of this situation, I'll most likely run into it again in a different form, so Lord, do the work in me that you have to do for me to get through this and come out on the other side victoriously." And guess what... He did. I can't explain it other than the fact that sometimes the Lord does a work in us that is supernatural- and things that bothered us about a person, or things that were unforgiveable, or situations that made us come unglued- no longer have any power over us anymore. The only thing I can tell you is that when I started repeating my little motto of servanthood to myself, something within me started believing it. It wasn't that my life no longer had purpose- it was that my life had the biggest purpose of all. I am not in this life to make a name for myself, or to be better than anyone, or to be the best _____ of all time, or to be anything other than a servant. Jesus said that we must first become servants. The first shall be last, and the last shall be first. So, it's okay if I never get recognition for something great; it's okay if people think I'm stupid, or not good enough to be this or that; it's okay if nobody EVER knows my name.

I am only great because of the One who made me. Not because of what I've done, but because of what He did for me. I am a servant to that fact. I will walk it out in whatever ways He wants me to. I joke at work and tell people that my job title is janitor. It used to be that I resented having to clean up messes, or fix things that were broken, or take a project that nobody else wanted. But I realize today that the title of janitor is an honor. It's the ultimate position of servanthood, and I will bear it proudly. I might get promoted, or have some sort of "Manager" title after my name, but I will remind myself every morning that I am a servant. I am not here to make a name for myself, or to advance the invisible ladder. I am a servant.

Do yourself a favor... watch the sermon.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

A Picture of Trust

Today was one of those days where I felt like I was drowning. Michael currently has walking pneumonia, John Michael is teething (and hopefully not catching walking pneumonia) which makes him wake up at all hours of the night crying inconsolably. Work is EXTREMELY busy, and when I say that it's EXTREMELY busy, that's an understatement. I'm drowning under an insane amount of work to the point that sometimes I feel like just completely throwing my hands in the air and giving up. I got an email from our initial mortgage company today saying that I'm a possible target of identity theft due to a security breach in their system. Just typing all of this is making my chest tighten.

But there was one sliver of light from the Lord today: my dear sweet friend, Cindy Hopkins. Cindy is a coworker of mine, who works in our Northern Virginia office. She is a gem. After talking about some confusing database issues today, I just started stuttering to her something along the lines of, "I just don't know- I just- I- I have no idea- I just don't know." Cindy, taking the hint that I was suffering from a mind meltdown, shared with me something that the Lord showed her this week.

He showed her a picture of trust- someone who is skydiving with the trained skydiver attached to their back. One of Cindy's friends recently went skydiving, and as Cindy watched the video with her, she noticed how nervous her friend was before the jump- but after jumping, she was smiling and free the whole way down. Cindy reminded me that God is an experienced jumper, and He will open the parachute. All we have to do is enjoy the ride, and smile. This simple word hit me like a ton of bricks. My circumstances look a little gloomy, but I trust Him to open the chute for me. I trust Him to be the experienced jumper, so I'm just going to enjoy the ride.

Enjoy the ride today my friends. Life is seriously too short.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Oh alright.

After much deliberation within my own neurotic thoughts, I'm going back to a public blog. There are several reasons I have come to this decision:

1. Going through extra steps to write a blog post made me not want to blog at all anymore.
2. After thinking that my blog posts weren't interesting, Stuart Smalley reminded me that I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and people like me. After repeating that to myself in the mirror three times, I laughed my behind off and ate some sweet rolls. What does that have to do with my blog? Nothing.
3. I've decided that life is too short to try to live in my own little private world. So, hey world! Welcome to my life, and welcome to my blog. If I'm going to type it, I better be prepared for anyone to read it.

So, after much ado, and not a lot of blog posts, I'm back. I hope to bring you interesting thoughts- link you to other interesting blogs- and maybe even be a little vulnerable. I may not be interesting all the time, but I don't care. If you don't like it, don't read it. But I won't quit writing- because it's therapy, it's documentation of my life, and it's fun. I do promise to be honest, and I will from time to time share what I think the Lord has been speaking to me.

Now that I've gotten through my disclaimer, let's make some MAGIC! (Note: read with the genie from Aladdin voice)

My last post was in December after John Michael's birthday party. What I didn't have on hand at the time was this PRECIOUS video of JM and Foster (who is the son of our sweet sweet friends, Woody and Kristen). Y'all... if you don't know Woody and Kristen, you should. And if you have no idea how to get to know them, well, read Kristen's blog. Their son is at the top of my "favorite kids of all time" list. And these two together crack me up. I only wish we lived closer to each other so that Kristen and I could laugh at them all the time.

Yep, that's right. Kristen and I are laughing at Foster's rocking wedgie. We do that. Cause we're cool. And we can't wait to show the boys this video when they're 18. Hope you all have a wonderful week!