I’m Not Lazy. I Was Resting.

We have a special treat, Jill Tucker, is back with us on Friend Friday. I know that you will love what she has to share with you.

During the meeting I led recently I admitted I was tired most days lately and wasn’t sure why.  One of the well-meaning participants, who by the way wore a wonderful turquoise denim jacket and matching shoes, looked straight at me and said, “I used to think I was tired too but then I realized I’m just lazy.”
Hmm… was that for me?  Was I truly tired?  Was I just being lazy?
On my way home from the meeting I told God just how I was feeling. Of course.  I forget sometimes to tell him how thankful I am, but you can bet I tell him when I’m tired and frustrated and maybe lazy.
That’s when I realized that Nope, I’m Not Lazy. I Am Doing Too Much.  I committed to slow down in the writing/blogging/speaker areas of my life and just focus on my family for a little while.
This was the right decision, because He was about to rock my family’s world.  I could just feel it in my bones that God was about to answer a huge prayer. A prayer that kept the hubsy and me up many nights hoping, praying.  I was usually already up. I don’t require much sleep. He kept my husband up. You know what I’m saying.
And then BAM!  Miraculously, truly miraculously, the hubsy received word that she was allowed to come to live with us.
This gal.  Lilly.  My beautiful, talented, NICE NICE NICE step-daughter Lilly.  Oh God, give me a heart like Lilly’s.
So, here was another part of the miracle. She was coming SOON!  As in two weeks.  And I was still tired.  And we didn’t have much money.
I did something a little radical for me. I reached out far and wide to women from my church and friends and they came out of the holy woodwork with hands wide open to help us prepare for Lilly’s arrival–How Can I Help?
They donated clothing and all sorts of stuff for Lilly. AND for Bode so he wouldn’t feel left out.
They helped us paint. They donated furniture and clothing and money and decorations. Others sold us items for very little money.
They helped us decorate and pray and prepare.  Some of these women I didn’t even know. Matthew 7:7 is for real.  You can stand in that truth all day long, my friend.
So, after a few months of transition and laughter and settling, I am back in The Game. It’s good to be back.  It was also good to rest and completely focus on my family for a season.

Forgive the Uglies

Today, I am so excited to have Jill Tucker guest posting on my blog. We met at the Proverbs 31 She Speaks Conference last July. We both had to travel to North Carolina to meet a fellow Hoosier. I am certain that you will enjoy her writing, please be sure to let her know how much you appreciate her sharing on the blog today.

I have friends who struggle with difficult people.  I struggle with difficult people.  Sometimes I’m the difficult person. I like to think of it as having a temporary case of the Uglies. That’s what Grandma Betty used to say. “She has a case of the Uglies.”
But some people. Oh my. Some people have a more permanent strain of the Uglies.
You know the kind.
They hold grudges. They won’t call you back because they feel slighted. They generally try to make you feel bad and give you the silent treatment and don’t want to make peace. They make assumptions about your actions.
The Uglies.  They make me feel anxious. Off-balance. Confused.
The hardest thing for me to do is to forgive someone who has a case of the Uglies. I tend to retreat and want to shut down emotionally and fantasize about firing back. Who am I kidding? I do fire back sometimes. Instead of forgiving. Instantly.
I need to work on that forgiveness piece. It takes a lot less energy and time. So here’s what I’m going to do next time I am infected by someone’s Uglies or have a case myself:
1. Sit down, write a note. Open the lines of communication.
2. Make the call that I need to make. If they don’t want to talk, that’s their problem.
3. Say I’m sorry when I need to.  If they don’t receive my apology, that’s their problem.
4. Do what I need to do to keep peace.  Which sometimes means Keep your mouth shut, Jill.
5. Tell them I love them no matter what (which is true, even when I’m upset).
Forgive them. It is the only thing for me to do that really makes sense, so that I can move on. Sometimes I need to forgive myself for being a schmuck. I am worth it. They are worth it. Forgive, love, move on.  Now their heart problem is between their maker and them.
Colossians 3:13 says “Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.”
Sounds good to me.

Guest Posting – Disclaimer


Don’t you just love the fine print? You know what I’m talking about, the extremely small print at the bottom of contests, sweepstakes, contracts, credit card offers, and prescription commercials. This is where the company places any exclusions or conditions. I personally hate these. I mean I believe a company needs to be upfront with me and not try and hide anything or deceive me. I can’t believe the nerve – something must be done.

However, as I contemplate whom I need to contact and what I need to say, I begin to examine my own life – specifically my prayer life….


I am so excited to be guest posting on Jill Tucker’s blog today. We met the She Speaks Conference this past July. She is such an incredible woman. I encourage you to check out my post – Disclaimer.