Kelli. in real life

Good Man, Great God (Part 2)

I've often shared with those close to me that sometimes being talented or gifted seems more of a burden than a blessing. 

I'm sure my husband would say I sometimes make him feel that way. 

Because he's so talented in so many different areas, I have a hard time accepting that right now there are no opportunities for him to use them all and be compensated for them. He works for a retail computer store and LOVES his job. But it often leaves us financially short, scrounging for personal time, and missing out on church events. As a wife who knows his longing desire to be active in ministry but also able to use all his talents and provide for his family, I'm often frustrated at our present circumstances. If this was all there could be that would be one thing. But inside I know God has so much more for us. 

I often feel like his customers get the most personalized attention from him. They get to enjoy his beautiful smile. His pleasant tone of voice. His endearing personality that makes others feel important. 

His co workers get to spend the day with him; listening to his silly jokes, drawing from his wisdom and knowledge, and occasionally eating lunch with him. 

By the time he gets home to us, he lavishes on our little boy; reading him stories, wrestling with him, and teaching him scriptures. After that, he pretty much wants to veg out and get ready for the next day, and if Im lucky I get a half hour or so of quality time. 

These last 2 weeks my husband was working on a music project. My heart was overjoyed knowing he was actively using another one of his gifts and enjoying it all the while. But I longed to have time with him. It became just another reason for him to be busy; helping someone else and leaving the left overs for me. 

I complained in my journal. ALOT. 

Then the Holy Spirit sort of tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Pray for him".

I won't lie. I'd been so consumed by the circumstances that my prayers had been filled with asking for provision, direction, and favor, but not once had I specifically prayed for my husband; his feelings, his destiny, his relationship with God. 

I've been reminded that my prayers for him cannot be contingent on whether or not I feel appreciated, covered, or even loved. My prayers for him must be contingent on the fact that God's word promises that if I ask in faith believing, in HIS name, it shall be given unto me. How silly to have a promise for an answer, but never take the time to ask. 

So today I started all over again. Praying for my husband. 

If I don't, who will?

 

I'm Back

Hi there everyone!
I'm back from a much needed vacation.
I spent some time with my L.A. sister relaxing, shopping, laughing, and learning alot about myself.
Thanks to each of you who whispered a word of prayer or thought of me during my time away.
I have lots to share with you, and I look forward to getting back into the "groove" of blogging sometime this week.

I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed myself. Don't tell my sister, but I cried a little bit on the plane coming home. But OH THE JOY that overwhelmed when I heard my son yell "That's my MOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMYYYYY" as I came out of the airport, and how loved I feel to have spent time gazing into my husbands eyes the last few hours, and hearing how much he missed me and loves me.

I feel refreshed, excited, and grateful to God for the time away, but even moreso....for a place to call HOME.

Soon,

Kelli, in real life

Loud Green Frogs

It happens every morning around the same time; somewhere between 6 - 6:15 am.
My husband's alarm on his IPhone goes off and our room is filled with a bunch of LOUD GREEN FROGS. Yes, my husband chose the sounds of "ribbiting" frogs over a sweet symphony, or a ringing bell to wake up to every morning. He prefers to wake up to GREEN FROGS

Of course I don't mean that in a literal sense. I just mean that the sound coming from his phone is so loud and shrill that it fills our entire room. My husband seems to have a hearing problem between the time he goes to bed and the time he actually wakes up; so in spite of a crying child, a whining cat outside, or even the loudest alarm clock I've ever heard; he doesn't wake up without a nudge from me; sometimes more than one.

To top things off, he then pushes snooze until at least 7 am. So picture this; every 10 minutes from 6 and 7, my room is filled with loud, green frogs and my husband is absolutely oblivious; while I'm desperately trying to wake him.

By the time he actually does get up (a little after 7); I've been up for over an hour warring with loud, obnoxious, hopping green frogs. Not a very pleasant way to wake up every morning.

I love you babe, but the frogs must DIE!