Family doesn't always share DNA, some family is chosen by your heart. Today I'd like to share with you a little about a family we are blessed to call our own...
I got my first glimpse at these folks back in the Fall of 2013; I had no idea how important they would become. Jessica was a whopping 9 years old and really hadn't found her "tribe" of lifelong friends. We struggled at birthday time because it seemed other than the kids at church there really weren't kids to invite. For the first time as a homeschool mom, I felt I was failing my child in the "socialization" department and I didn't know what to do. I'm really not sure why but somehow Jessica and Melissa wound up trying the Ozark Youth Shooting Sports 4H club for their BB season. Melissa thought it was okay but volleyball was where she had found her "tribe." Jessica loved it but being 9 wasn't quite ready to compete or participate in their spring season.
We'll flash on forward to fall 2014 when Jessica returned to BB she was invited to a skating birthday
party-she didn't really know the little girl or the other kids well but she went. She was treated like family by this group of almost strangers. As the season continued, I saw coaches laying in the floor with her, helping her get just the right position for prone...encouraging her as her little arms struggled to hold the BB gun steady in standing position. Her confidence began to grow. By January she was ready to sign on for the BB competition and learning the rest of the season with the club. By summer she was ready to go with the rest of the club to their state competitions. Her coaches had encouraged her and helped her so much that even when they realized just a week before a competition that her Muzzleloader needed new sights and they knew she wouldn't score a single point, thanks to encouraging from a senior member-Felicia-she decided to try anyway just to see if she could load and fire the required number of times. At competition when she came out one of the coaches asked how she'd done and she replied with a smile on her face, "Zero!"
The coach being the caring guy he is responded, "Jessica, it's okay! You'll get it next time!!"
Jessica excitedly said, "I don't care!! I did it! I loaded and fired every time!"
A group of people who educate your child so well they can see the success they have had in their failure. Let's read that one again...a group of people who educate your child so well they can see the SUCCESS in their FAILURE. What would life be like if we could all have an attitude like that? Seeing the success our failures. My respect began to really grow for these people.
I really watched and listened. As I did, I realized this group wasn't just an ordinary collection of people, this group had honestly and truly become a real family. As an newbie, I was in awe of the way they laughed together, cheered their kids together, when one won a trophy they treated every kid as important to the success. My little girl who didn't score a single point in muzzleloader and not many more in the other disciplines that year was included in the team picture with all the trophies just like the other kids because they love each other.
Slowly but surely I began to feel like I too was a member of this family. How can you love a child and cheer them on and the love not extend to the parents? These moms have a very unique relationship because they have found their family, chosen by their hearts; the village, the tribe, the mom squad, the people they call their own. When Jess had her last competition in 2015, I found myself missing the "family" time with the club.
When the fall rolled around I was myself eager to attend the parent meeting. The insecure teenager inside was thrilled when I was greeted with hugs and kind words as a part of this family. As the season started and new families arrived I watched as this "cluster" of ladies welcomed new families to the fold by sharing tips, suggestions and how the club works with them. I've never been a part of anything where all the adults work so hard to encourage every child to succeed. When Team #3 placed third in rifle and Jessica got her very first trophy most of the coaches had their eye on her. They knew how hard she had worked and how determined she was to make it.
I've seen my girl go from very few friends to sisters...little girls she laughs with, celebrates with, texts with, has sleepovers with and celebrates her birthday with. My heart is full when I think about this chosen family. Here's to another season of learning, growing, supporting, laughing and loving each other!
A special thanks to those who crazy bless our family-in no particular order...hoping I didn't miss anyone! Sarah, Mr. Baker, Cheryl's (each one of you), Tod, Liz, Chad, Mellissa, Benny, Andria, Rob, Robin, Jill, Reed, Tamara, Trafton, Chris, Brian, Will, Markeeta, Dusty, Doug, James, Bob, Mr. Joyner, Richard, Kym, Angie, Doc,, Marla, & Andra. Each one of you has been an influence in our lives, we wouldn't be the family we are today without you!!!! I love you oodles and gobs!!!
Always Crazy Blessed—is a line in my favorite song, “Me” by the artist Plumb. I think it’s my favorite just because of where I am right now in my life and I identify so strongly with the lyrics. Always Crazy Blessed is a journey and the opportunity for me to remember that I am crazy blessed and oh so lucky….
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Don't mend fences!
When you turn something over to God, you have to remember to let it go.
Once upon a time I had a friend we laughed together, worshiped together, prayed for one another and our daughters who are the same age were good friends who enjoyed playing together and having sleepovers. I'm not sure exactly how or when things started going wrong but they did. Some how I morphed into her enemy. I honestly felt no ill but I felt the pain of rejection as she started avoiding me and looked very uncomfortable when we had to be in the same place; eventually it led to her sharing an obscene gesture directed at me when I waved. A few weeks later she was spewing vile things in a private email to me. Other than my husband, I only shared it with two people as I sought counsel from earthly advice. I was devastated. I cried, I didn't respond to her message because I felt nothing could be solved by an email.
So I gave it to God and I moved on.
I let God have it and I healed. I let God have it and I healed.
I'm a believer in the power of prayer. I have a list that I pray for almost every day (I'm crazy blessed and human sometimes I do miss a day). Some have been on my list for years, others are there when they have a specific need. This friend has been there since before things went awry because I'm that friend who prays for you. Today I saw her. My heart leapt because I thought perhaps she had the same healing and we could begin again. The minister shared an incredible message on how "Jesus reaches across lines to shatter boundaries; Jesus moves fences." As I listened I thanked God that she had returned, I thanked Him for working on my heart that I could smile and rejoice. Today unfortunately was not the day for reconciliation but maybe her fence has come down a little bit, Today perhaps her heart is beginning to heal. A wise friend reminded me that fences take time to build and time to come down.
Here I am at the end of the day, filled with hope that God in the way only He can do will give her healing. Whatever I have done to hurt her (real or imagined) God knows. I have submitted to Him and He has given me peace, healing and forgiveness. My prayer is that soon she too can be crazy blessed by letting go. Life is too short to have strong fences, let Jesus help you get rid of them, don't keep mending them!
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