The Queen of Cranky Pants

Ever have one of those days where you just want to smack the happy out of someone? What do you do when that someone is you? You aren’t equipped mentally to tackle the mountains of laundry, patient enough to run errands, or smiley enough for humans to venture near you.

That was me last week. In a BIG way. If they had been handing out the "Queen of Cranky Pants" award, I would have won it hands down.

God loves us just as we are, cranky pants and all. {tweet it}

Let Your Inner Beauty Shine!

I love vintage jewelry. It’s unique. Individual. There’s nothing else like it in the world. It's a lot like YOU! When God made you, He broke the mold. There’s no one else like you in the universe! Cherish that little nugget of wisdom today. Write it down if you have to.

Why do we gaze into the mirror each morning and pick ourselves apart? Why do we focus on the wrinkles, dark circles, frizzy hair and love handles, or the guilt from a misspoken word, our short tempers, the inability to get the monster to do list done each day, or keep the kitchen counter tops clean?

When we focus on all the "flaws" that the world sees, we rob ourselves of the special beauty that God designed just for us.

Aren't you tired of focusing on your shortcomings? I sure am. We need to focus on things that make us special! The beauty layered beneath the baggage of life. The beauty God sees in us through Jesus.

Totally whole. Perfect in Him. Free of shame, guilt, condemnation, fear and judgment. FREE to be who He designed us to be, flaws and all.

When God looks at us, He doesn't see our messy kitchens, short tempers or the dirty laundry piled high in the basement linen closet. He sees Jesus. So maybe it's time to cut ourselves a little slack?

We are made new and beautiful through Christ Jesus. {tweet it}

My Kitchen Theology Moment

Given the opportunity I could stress bake the pants off of Aunt Jemima.

Stress baking is a fine art. Not only do you need serious sugary supplies ready at the drop of a hat on a stressful day, but you need to have quality music or a good podcast handy, so when the you-know-what hits the fan, the Kitchen Aid comes out, the oven goes on and the ingredients come flying out of the cupboard.

Sidenote: I am amazed that I can cook, let alone bake. Growing up, my mom burnt everything. The house would smell like a small forest fire came barreling through the kitchen. Dinner every night was a guessing game. We had the fire department on speed dial and a pile of backup batteries for the smoke alarm. When I got married, I really wanted to prove that burning food is not part of my DNA. I really think I could stress bake the pants off of Aunt Jemima if a) she was a real person, b) actually wore pants and c) had celiac disease and needed to live in the kitchen like our family does.

Ahem, I digress.

As I was preparing to stress bake myself out of a crazy day last week, I noticed that I have a lot of kitchen utensils. Not like a little a lot. Like a lot a lot.

My kitchen is a little out of control these days. You wouldn't know it, just looking at it. On the surface, it's all clean and shiny.  But open a cupboard or drawer, and it's a serious mess.

When we moved into our home several years ago, I was overwhelmed by the amount of available cupboard space. Then I met my friends Williams Sonoma & Pottery Barn. They promised me an easy life, if only I brought home all their shiny gadgets and doohickeys. My cupboards are overflowing with useless junk like a cucumber peeler, crème Brule torch and ham bands, whatever they are!

How did my kitchen get to be such a nightmare?

Then I had an epiphany! My "kitchen theology moment," as I like to call it!

Sin is A LOT like an out of control kitchen. {tweet it}

Time For A Facebook Vacation!

I disabled my Facebook account. Egads, this girl has flipped her lid. It was time for me to put action to my words from last week and stop making "buttprints in the sands of time." I have to be honest, the first couple days were hard, but I really don't miss Facebook one bit!

You think I'm crazy, right?

That's ok. Maybe I am. But Facebook is a real time sucker for me. Five minutes here, five minutes there. It adds up to a good chunk of time each day. Five minutes easily becomes 20, 30, or 60 minutes.

Plus, I was getting caught up in other people's drama. I have enough drama in my own life, thank you very much. I really don't need extra from people I barely know. 

There are 86,400 seconds in each day. Choose wisely. {tweet it}