Get on with Life

Yesterday my sweet baby got her first pair of glasses. Her excitement and anticipation was evident. In that, I mean, she talked non-stop Seriously. But honestly, I didn’t mind because I was just as thrilled.

It was only a week prior that she’d asked me a question that made me realize something was not quite right. On the way to church, she asked if everyone saw the same things. I responded that if your eyes are good, then yes. She asked, “So does every one see blue fuzzy things?” We talked a bit about the “blue fuzzy things” and it was apparent that she needed an eye test. A few days later the school nurse confirmed my suspicion – my sweet girl needed to see an eye doctor.

Monday of this week was her appointment and sure enough, her right eye is near-sighted. Glasses were chosen (after trying just about every pair on, I’m told) and the wait began.

When she put on her glasses yesterday she exclaimed, “Now I can go on with life!” I had to chuckle. It was evident that she could see better… and she was excited. And even though I’m her Mom (and maybe not the most partial person), I have to say that she’s so darn cute in them! In fact, my oldest is a little jealous because she wants a pair too. 😉

Isn’t it funny how one small change can literally change your perspective? Just like my daughter’s exclamation about getting on with life in lieu of her clear vision, I find that if I make small changes in my life then I, too, can go on with life.

Go on with life as I know it today. Life that learns from the past but doesn’t linger there. Life that I wouldn’t have chosen, but life all the same. Life that holds on to the One that gave life in the first place. Life that believes and trusts. Life that is beautiful.

Perspective is a powerful tool. It allows us to see clearly. No glasses needed.


Five Minute Friday – Look

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Then visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.

Please give me your best five minutes on:::


Mommy, look at my picture. Mommy, look at the tree frog I caught. Isn’t he so interesting? Mommy, can you look at my knee? Do you think it’s infected? Mommy, look at this paper from school. Can you sign it? Mommy, look at me ride my bike. Mommy, look at me….

Day after day the word “look” is woven into a sea of questions from my three loves. They want and need attention from me. They call out to me to look. To drop my thoughts and emotions and lists that are forming in my head. To look away from the computer or the phone or the growing mountain of laundry or the stacks of forms to be filled out.

Often times I choose to finish what I’m doing. Or take a mental break and hear myself say, “Just a minute.” Of course a minute turns into multiple minutes and sometimes hours. The daily routines of life drown out the simple pleasure of looking.

When I stop and look, though, it forces my thoughts to remain in the present. The present of simple pleasures and blessings. Pleasures that money cannot buy and authorities cannot demand. Things that are the best parts of life.

Simple pleasures like:

  • Exchanging a funny face with one of my 3 (An inside joke only known to the receiver. Each have their own.)
  • Seeing my youngest ride without training wheels for the first time and seeing her big grin that tells me how proud she is of her accomplishment.
  • Helping with a need that feels important to them. Band-aid anyone?
  • Listening to stories about their day. Stories that fill me in on their character and their friend choices.
  • Feelings of contentment as I remain in the moment.
  • A knowing hug that says, “Thank you for looking, Mommy.”

When I look, I’m blessed. Looking at someone else instead of myself.

Five Minute Friday – Race

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Then visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.

Please give me your best five minutes on:::


It’s a word, a text, an email, a look, a phone call. The hint that change is near. Maybe change I want. Maybe change I don’t. The waiting is the killer. The unknown. The anticipation. These times throw my mind into a race.

The what ifs. The movies that play in my mind as though the unknown has actually taken place. Dreams come often and are normally not welcomed. Waking up to emotions that were not there when my head hit the pillow the night before.

Then a quote that stops the racing in my head from C.S. Lewis, posted by a dear friend on Facebook – “We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.” And that’s it, really. The cause of all the anxiety and sleepless nights and short tempered responses.

Will I trust that God’s best really is the best? Can I stop all the movies in my head that say otherwise? Stop the race in my heart that says I must do something now?

Because stopping the race is my decision.  Stopping and trusting that whatever change comes, God truly does know best. He knows the long-term plan. Something I cannot see.