Give Peace a Chance

Have you ever been so frustrated you could just spit?

At this moment right now, I'm mad.  I'm so mad.  I feel used, ill-treated, disrespected, forgotten, and worthless.  (Don't worry.  It's nothing serious.  Just a friend thing.)

My heart is bitter and resentful, and I can feel it squishing up inside me.  I need peace.

Sometimes I let things get to me - like frustration and anger - and I forget that I need to pray and ask God to take away all my burdens.  I forget that the peace of Jesus Christ is far greater than any sort of justification you can try to make for the way things happen or peoples' regard toward you.  I need to pray right now for God to give me that peace once again and to ask that my heart be free from burden and squish.

God's word is my rock.  He promises peace if we simply come to Him and ask for it!

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"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."
-Philippians 4:6-7

"And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful." 
-Colossians 3:15

I'm becoming my mother...

Mothermorphosis.  It happens to all of us young women.  It's the thing we dread the most, yet secretly love on the inside:

We become our mothers...

Growing up, we try to resist it as much as we can because EVERYONE knows that their mom is SO lame... but suddenly, one day we catch ourselves saying a phrase our mother has coined.  Shocked, we pause... regain ourselves... and carry on as our own individual persona - swearing up and down that it was just a fluke, and it will never happen again.

But.

Slowly and surely we notice that we react to things similarly to how our mothers react.  Our voices start to sound like theirs.  The way we talk is just the same.  And finally - the end all be all of mothermorphosis - we act JUST like them.

Here are some ways I am becoming my mother:

• We have the same face.
• We talk to ourselves and talk ourselves through things.
• We use the same ridiculous made-up words.
• Our phraseology is the same.
• I am starting to become "teacherly."  Better yet, "kindergarten teacherly."
• I often find myself walking into a room, stopping, and saying aloud to myself, "What did I come in here for?"  (Happens WAY more often than it ever should.)
• I do silly things by accident.  For example:  At work, I picked up the computer mouse and held it up to my ear to listen for the dial tone to make sure it was working.  Well, I meant to pick up the phone.  Oops...

I'm sure there are LOTS of other ways I am becoming my mother, and I'll update the list as my mothermorphosis continues.  But that's just a few examples for now.

But ladies, take heart!  There's no shame in becoming your mother.  After all, she raised you (probably).  And she taught you right from wrong, good and bad, essentials of life.  She's not all that lame in reality, probably.  After a few years of maturity, I think that probably most women appreciate their mothers for who they are and the unique relationships we have with them.

Ladies, leave me a comment of how you're becoming YOUR mother! I'd love to hear it!

Until next time, folks.