Five Things I’m Passionate About

There are certain things that just set our hearts on fire with a holy anger or a passion that God plants in you in order to fulfill His purpose in your life. Here’s a couple of mine.

The first is instilling in my children the fear of God. If I would’ve known as a child how much power I had in Christ over my thoughts alone- I could’ve avoided years of agony. If we don’t teach our children what to believe, think, and speak, someone else will. But if they know who they are they will have the confidence to overcome peer pressure and societal pressure. It is my job as a mother to equip my babies to live in the world but not be of the world.

Another thing I’m passionate about is children in third world countries. Not the ones who are just poor but safe, loved, and fed. But the ones who are living in war zones, scared all the time, starving, can’t go to school, don’t have water, orphans, and could die from a simple illness. Those children my heart breaks for. I want to help them all! But I can pray for now. I can educate others for now. I can support a couple for now. One day, though, I will go there to take care of those babies.

The average American doesn’t even know what real food is. If you’re one of those- real food grew and was alive at one time. Real food can heal from the inside out. If it comes in a box it’s most likely not real food. If it had more than 6 ingredients on the back and you don’t know what some of them are, it’s definitely not real food! I am passionate about food. I think it’s a vital necessity that we teach the next generation about nutrition through food. Did you know what doctors and nurses are not taught about nutrition in medical school? We need to show people! We need to grow it ourselves and educate our kids on how eating right can ward off illness. So I HATE Monsanto! I am anti GMO and farmed fish. When you start to research the carbon footprint of the produce even that we buy from the store- why not use farmers markets? Or grow your own! Pesticides are hurting is worse than you can imagine. Don’t get me started on flouride in our water! I urge you to do some research on this if you are unaware.

Along with nutrition for health, anyone who knows me knows I’m passionate about big pharma. Uggh!! It gets me so angry! Nearly everyone I know is on at least one prescription. Just because it’s legal doesn’t make it safe! God created natural remedies for nearly everything. I know I will most likely be hated for this next statement but here goes: I believe wholeheartedly that things like cancer, ADD, Autism, ADHD, Anziety, and more are man-made illnesses. Years ago, these things were nearly non existent. People argue that they weren’t non existent but that we were just not educated on them. Listen, you can choose to educate yourself or not. All I can do is maybe encourage you to learn for yourself. Big pharma is a business. Business makes money from repeat customers. Any med you’re on has worse side effects than whatever your ailment is. Then you’ll need another med to fix the side effect. I can even go a step further and say chemicals are bad all together. Nearly every advertised hygiene product is chemical laden and will make your symptoms worse. I won’t get into any more detail because most of you wont believe me anyway. Just know that natural is always better! Hospitals are a huge blessing and they are needed.  But not the way we’re using them in America. We’ve just been conditioned to believe in a certain way of doing things. Unfortunately, it’s all a lie and it’s all about them money. Oh I can get fired up about this!

I am passionate about travel. I’m not talking about flying somewhere to stay in an all inclusive resort and flying home. I’m talking about meeting people who are different than you, embracing new cultures, and experiencing a new way of living. It enlarges your paradigm and allows you to be more empathetic and loving even. There’s a great big world out there. Go play in it!

My Dream Job

Being a pilot is actually my dream job. I’m s-l-o-w-l-y working on that. But a super close runner up is flight attendant. I worked for two different airlines before I had kids. I tried going back a few years ago but it only lasted short of 10 months because it’s just not conducive to being a good mom. I was hoping I’d be off reserve, and once I had a line, I would’ve actually been home more than I would with a traditional job. Anyone who works in the airline industry understands how unpredictable that is. So, I will most likely become and old flight attendant and be proud of it- after my kids are grown. Unless of course I get enough hours by then to actually fly a commercial jet.

I left my tiny town all alone when I was 20 years old. I didn’t tell anyone. I took the train to Chicago for the interview with my first airline. When I got the job and told my family that I was leaving in a couple weeks to go to Denver for a month they freaked out and of course told me how stupid I was. (I figured then wasn’t a good time to tell them that upon successful completion of training I could be told to relocate anywhere and I’d only have 3 days to do so.) They couldn’t understand why in the world anyone would want to work on a tin can in the sky and live out of a suitcase. I said because I wanted to see the world.

The reason I love flying is not only for the benefits (which are AMAZING) but to meet new people, experience new cultures, and go to new places. In the interview the ask “Are you willing to cut your hair and go anywhere?” Without hesitation I exclaim “Yes!” Being a flight attendant isn’t just a job it’s a lifestyle. Also, one of my first instructors said, “Either you’ll love it or hate it but if you love it, you have jet fuel in your blood and you will always return to it. Your eyes will forever be turned skyward.” I’ve found this to be completely true because even when I’m grounded, I am always looking at the planes in the sky. I can’t wait to get back up there!

If you have any questions regarding the career feel free to comment and I will respond. On behalf of “Keeping the Peace Mom”, have a great day here or wherever your final destination may be. Buh-bye.

The Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Experienced

The hardest experience that I ever had was when my son, Noah, was a baby. He was four weeks old. I had a c-section and I was breast feeding him so this was the first night I had enough milk pumped for my husband to do one feeding. I was exhausted. I awoke from a dead sleep because of a curdling cry from my brand new baby boy. I got up and went into his room to see my husband trying to feed him. He had to work the next day and I was up anyway so I grabbed Noah and told his dad that I’d feed him. I sat down in the glider and consoled my infant, feeding him without the bottle. I thought it was odd at the time that (I don’t know what to call him since I probably shouldn’t use his real name so I’ll just say “ex” from now on.) my ex didn’t go back to bed. He sat there and stared as I stroked my sons face and watched him eat. I’m not sure how much time had passed until my ex said “Is his arm broken?” That was the moment everything in my life changed in an instant.
I had no clue that the second I walked into the hospital that I was being viewed as a child abuser. I had no clue that when they did the ex rays, they not only saw the broken arm, but 4 broken ribs as well. I did know that it was extremely odd that my ex did not come with me to the hospital that morning but went to work. I had no idea that, for the next 6 months, I’d be in and out of court. That my child would have a different lawyer than myself and that everything in my life: habits, character, experiences, friends- would be picked apart by strangers who were fighting to take my brand new baby away from me. I was clueless then to how corrupt CPS is. And if you would’ve told me that I would spend 18 months after that living on eggshells because strangers from 3 various agencies would be popping in unannounced to check on my kids – I would’ve never believed you.

You see, I just had a new baby! I was so happy because we lost one before that and it took about a year to get pregnant again. My ex wasn’t a good spouse and, though I knew marrying him wasn’t God’s best for me, I loved him with all my heart and I didn’t  believe in divorce. So despite all the women he continuously betrayed me with, I was a Christian and I wasn’t going to let my heart get hard. I was going to love him and be an example to him because we were a family and divorce wasn’t an option. Until he hurt my son.

It took 3 days in the children’s hospital for me to start waking up to the fact that my husband may have done this. For 3 days they treated us as one. We got interrogated separately but other than that, we were both suspects. As my baby boy was hooked up to a million wires and monitors, there was someone watching us the whole time. I couldn’t even breast feed with a blanket or go to the bathroom alone. For 3 days I didn’t sleep. I worried Noah had a disease and even about the effects of all the testing they were doing on him. Then the CPS worker told me that if u didn’t leave my husband, I would lose my son. They already took Malachi from my immediate custody. The only reason that isn’t such a huge factor is because I knew he was with my parents and he was safe.

I called her on a Sunday. It took 4 hours for her to return my call. I told her “I think my husband did this.” She told me that was all she needed to hear, and one hour later, my ex was escorted out of the hospital room by six officers. I didn’t get to say good bye. I had no idea how our lives would turn upside down after that. CPS forced me to file a PPO (even though I had to lie because my ex had never done anything to threaten me), forced me to file for divorce, and forced me to change my locks. My ex was immediately granted a restraining order and lost his physical parental rights to Noah. He was given only 3 years probation due to the fact that he had a clean history. He was let off after a year and a half for good behavior. The second he was out of the hospital room the person watching us left too.

Noah is now 6 years old and he wouldn’t know his dad in a crowd of people. He’s only seen him a handful of times. The sad part is there’s no legal issues surrounding my ex not seeing his son anymore. My lawyer just asked that he show proof of the 3 things he was required to do per the court 6 years ago. He refuses to do it. He has another daughter who is a couple months older than Noah (yup, figure that one out) and as far as I know, he pretty much gave up his rights to her as well.

I’ve been through a lot of hard things in my life. You can read my story of you click here. This was by far the hardest. But I have learned that sometimes the hardest things end up making us a better version of ourselves. I was a fairly new Christian back then. I walked in fear. I worried. I cried a lot. You know what else happened though? I prayed a lot. I read a lot. I got mentally healthy and healed and whole. I learned to be a much, much stronger person. I was filled with the Holy Spirit. I even was able to impact some of those random agency workers who showed up at my home for those 18 months. I also have a huge heart for single mothers. I learned how to speak good things over my life. I no longer give in to what the world would say is “normal” but I put God first no matter what. I am now a better version of myself. And who knows, maybe all of that was really for someone else’s benefit. Maybe God just knew I was strong enough to handle it and he used it to refine me.

Five Things That Would Make Me Smile Right Now!

Is this like a genie in a bottle like post or does it have to be realistic? Does the question mean “happy” or “joyful” because there is a difference. Ha ha I think I think too much. (Did you catch that?) okay, I’m keeping it simple.

  1. If my house was spotless I’d be happy. Temporarily. I go through this about once every couple months. I give up. I give up on the house because it’s such a thankless job and, frankly, I might be the only one who wants it as clean as I keep it anyway. But after about 3 days I can’t take the filth and it makes me so crabby that I give in and clean it again just for everyone to come home and mess it up. I’ve never hired someone to clean my home in my life but, today, I am considering it. I don’t because chances are pretty good that they won’t do it up to my neat-freak standards. Okay, rant over. After this blog guess what I’ll be doing? Ahem… Cleaning.
  2. A stimulating conversation. Really. A deep conversation about anything that matters with someone who can think outside the box. If you read this, coffees on! Come on over!
  3. Working in my flower garden. If you wonder to yourself why I don’t just go do it then- refer to # 1.
  4. Hanging out with my sister. I miss her.
  5. Leaving on any trip with my boys. Going anywhere new makes me happy.

These are not written in order of importance. Okay, okay I’m signing off to go clean- or maybe to go to the greenhouse (wink, wink). Have a good day y’all!

By the way, if you read this all the way to the bottom would you mind leaving a comment on my blog (not on Facebook). Let me know the number one thing that would make you happy right now. It’s part of the blog challenge and I get more points for likes and comments than just readers and visitors. Ok for real now- I gotta go play in my flowers. I mean clean my house.

#blogchallenge #cleaning #happiness

10 Things I’d Tell The 16 Year Old Me

  1. You’re NOT fat! Even if you were, it’s irrelevant. Your body has nothing to do with your soul. Love yourself the way you are! (P.S. EAT MORE ICE CREAM… You’re metabolism rocks right now.)
  2. Sign up for more camps, trips, & adventures! These will be the experiences that shape your character and the most fond memories you have of childhood. It will also be nearly impossible to do these things when you get older. Carpe Diem! 
  3. GROW OUT YOUR BANGS! Don’t listen to your mother. Those look rediculous.
  4. Spend more time with your younger siblings. 
  5. Choose the youth groups and retreats over parties and alcohol.
  6. Alcohol is illegal until you’re 21. It doesn’t make you cool to get drunk. Pursue other hobbies and do not be sad over anyone who chooses to walk away because you do. They weren’t your real friends anyway.
  7. Those girls who are mean to you are just jealous. They’re hurting too. Be kind anyway. Don’t let it get to you.
  8. Never change any plans/goals/dreams for a boy. 
  9. You cannot truly love someone else until you love yourself. Jesus can show you how to love yourself and how to have a sound mind. Find Him!
  10. Once you figure out what it is you want to do or where you want to go, JUST DO IT! People will always ridicule your choices. No matter what you do, someone will have a problem with it. Be true to you. Consult your own heart and no one else.

My Relationship with My Parents

Let’s see… My relationship with my parents is not what is like it to be but getting there. I can choose to dwell on the past or accept it and move on. 

My parents are good grandparents who would do anything for their grand kids. I also know they did the best they could and that’s all any of us can do really. I love my parents. I am thankful for them not handing me things growing up. I was taught to stand on my own two feet and work hard. I am most thankful for all of the opportunities they put in front of me like Going to camps, Europe, sports, clubs, and that they took us camping so often. Those things really shaped who I am today and a lot of parents do not give those gifts to their children. I am also thankful that they gave me 3 amazing siblings to grow old with. My parents are fun, funny, and very giving. They have a lot of friends. I love that. They really created a stable home for us and taught us how to face life. I find myself asking them a lot of questions now about homesteading type things. I think it’s amazing that they are still together. They just celebrated their 37th wedding anniversary. I am happy for them that they are so happy together. That alone is something to be envied.