Pokémon Go

Disclaimer: I have not played Pokémon Go.

OK, having said this, I have to respond to something I heard on television this morning. A twenty-something woman said, “Parents should be happy. This video game is getting kids outside again!”

Yeah, I may not be a kid anymore; but I remember my childhood. I went outside . . . A LOT! Why, you ask? Let me count the many reasons:

  1. My parents told me to.
  2. The sun was shining.
  3. The sun wasn’t shining.
  4. I had a fort waiting for me.
  5. No television during the day meant “no television during the day”.
  6. I wanted to ride my bike with the awesome banana seat and fringe handlebars.
  7. My cousins were waiting for me to play “cops and robbers”.
  8. There were sticks to race down the stream.
  9. I had mud pies to bake.
  10. I had to check my “pretend” mailbox to see if any notes had been left for me.
  11. There were meals to be made out of berries.
  12. We girls needed to spy on the boys as they built their tree house.
  13. I had an imagination that needed to be explored.
  14. If I stayed in the house, I would be given a list of chores to complete.
  15. I loved the feeling of the wind upon my sun-kissed face.
  16. There were scavenger hunts to participate in.
  17. Lunch was in a sack, lovingly prepared by my mom so I could “eat on the run”. Who wanted to take time out to “come in” for lunch?
  18. I wanted to walk in the woods with my friends.
  19. Our dogs wanted to play
  20. And did I mention, my parents told me to??

So I am sorry, beautiful Miss Twenty-something, I am not thankful that there is another video craze. I am not thankful that it is causing accidents and sending people by the mobs to roam through otherwise peaceful cemeteries. I am not thankful that children and grandchildren have their faces glued to another screen. Why, you ask? Because although they may actually have made their way outside, they will miss everything beautiful that was intended for their outside play. They will miss out on making amazing memories of value.


A 48 year-old kid at heart

“I’m So Tired”

As most of you know, I am a certified healing practitioner (spiritual counselor) and I work with women and children–some who find themselves in crisis. One of the phrases I hear most often is, “I am so tired”.

Let’s face it . . . life can be exhausting, overwhelming, and downright difficult at times. Many women tend to “take on” more than they should. God did not create women to save the world. His Son did that already. Yet, often times, women feel the need to control . . . EVERYTHING! We find ourselves wearing so many hats at once: daughter, wife, friend, colleague, employee, daughter-in-law, sister, sister-in-law, mother, grandmother, driver, listener, volunteer, caregiver, grocery shopper, chef (if you count microwave mac & cheese), laundry expert, gardener, . . . you get the picture. Heaven forbid we do anything less than full throttle. If and when we do slow down a bit, the enemy tries to stir up guilt in us for “not being everything for everyone”. No wonder so many of us are tired!

Last week I, too, was feeling exhausted. Some of my extended family members were suffering. Friends of ours lost their beautiful 6 year-old little boy to cancer and they were beyond devastated. I had clients in deep need, a family member needing hospitalization, and our vehicle was leaking fluid. I had to make flowers for my daughter’s wedding and our dog’s hair had become a permanent feature on my living room floor. Our laundry wasn’t doing itself (big surprise) and popcorn was the featured dinner dish on Friday. So how did I cope? How did I keep myself from breaking down in a puddle on the floor?

I reminded myself that I don’t live for man. I live for God. I wasn’t created to “save the world”–not even my portion of it. Jesus died to give me life. LIFE. This is it, in all its glory and disappointment; joy and grief; happiness and tears; plans and surprises. I did what I could. I prayed for Austin and his family. I re-scheduled some clients to allow enough time to be helpful to them. I took my family member to the hospital. My husband took our car to have the leak fixed. I created SOME beautiful wedding flowers. I didn’t get them ALL finished. I just did what I had time for and the rest are waiting for me.

The laundry stayed dirty a few days longer than normal and I stopped wearing my socks around the house. This way I didn’t have to look at the dog’s hair collecting on them. Don’t worry. I have since vacuumed.

I prioritized and allowed myself to “fall a little short” of my own desires. I laid my head down on my pillow at night, gave God thanks and prayed for those in need. And then I slept–soundly. After all, I was exhausted. But I was NOT overwhelmed. I put my trust in my Creator. I am learning to REST in His presence. This is fairly new for me . . . and I love it!

After all, we were created to be a human BEing, not a human DOing. Isn’t this thought beautiful and liberating? I find freedom in this!