Feet to the Ground...Running

Factoid about Emily #1: I’m not a runner. However, I always wished I was. This was me in P.E.: on the days we had to run the mile (some of you know how dreadful those days were!), I would run the first lap, and then walk the remaining 3 laps. Everyone would be done WAY before me and I stayed behind. I was never motivated to finish the fastest, or even in the middle. I just couldn’t stand the way running made me feel. My knees hurt, I would get all phlegm-y and my chest would tighten up…I was a really hot mess! So, I never really pushed myself.

I was like that with a lot of things. I lacked a bit of passion to excel at something. There were things I was good at, but I never really took those interests to the next level.

Now I find myself at 27 wishing I had pushed myself harder. Wishing I had stuck those piano lessons out…wishing I had continued to write music during the 5 years I didn’t…and the list goes on. But here I am, desiring to step out, in faith, knowing God has gifted me and can redeem my lack of passion and put a new fire under me to get me going!

I find myself taking a lot of music gigs right now. I get a bit overwhelmed sometimes, wondering if it’s a good idea to run with this sort of thing. I find myself questioning if I’m being selfish. But I hold tight to a word the Lord gave me through my pastor a few years ago (I’ll paraphrase) “Step out in the gifts you have been given and LOOK for opportunities to share those gifts.” I started another blog dedicated to my music & to helping others with resources I’ve found helpful. *Feel free to pass it along to those who you think might enjoy/benefit from it! My hope is that it will bring a bit of fire to the unlit passion you too may be experiencing.
So let’s RUN...

Humbly,
Emily

The Kids Are Growing...

Well, I knew this day would come. But you never really know what it's gonna feel like until it hits ya...like a HUGE TON OF BRICKS: The kids are growing up. I know, I know...the feelings will only continue to worsen as time flies. But today the feeling stems from this: The girls got their first mail today. From their new teacher, Miss Jacii. She will be their preschool teacher this fall! When I showed them the package their little voices squeeled with excitement. It was just precious. Almost every day they ask me, "Is it time to go to school yet, Mama?" "No," I reply. "Not yet."

I find them in their room sometimes during quiet time pretending to "go to school" (it's either that or Costco-those are the 2 places they go during pretend time-heehee!) We have this Dora backpack that was given to us (mind you we only have 1) and one of the girls will come out of their room with it on (nearly sagging to the ground cause it's WAY too big for them) and they proudly announce, "I'm going to school...see ya later!"

Ah, how time flies. I feel like I say that all the time now and I know I'll be saying it for the next 60 years! :) I truly know how my parents have felt all this time...

So, here's to a new season of life that it just around the corner. A bit a freedom for this busy Mama, with some sadness mixed in as well! *sniff sniff*