Easier Said Than Done

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Easier Said Than Done

Easier Said Than Done

“Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. What you have learned and received and heard and seen in me—practice these things, and the God of peace will be with you.”

Philippians 4:8-9 ESV

 

I love the above verse. I believe if we apply this in our lives, we will truly shine God’s light brighter than ever. Except…this is one of the hardest things for me to do. If you have children and have seen the movie Trolls, you will know that Poppy is the Troll princess and the most optimistic character EVER! I think I’ve found myself relating to Branch more times than I’ve wanted to. Branch is the complete opposite of Poppy. He finds the negative in everything and is always preparing for the worst. It is not easy to “smell the roses” on a rainy day. In fact, rainy days may provoke you to stay under the covers. It is not easy. It is not easy to be a Christian and follow God’s Word wholeheartedly. Maybe it’s easier for most Christians. Not me. Day by day, I can find something I’ve said or done that would have made God cringe. I think this is why I love God so much. He knows me. He knows my character. He knows I’m going to mess up. Yet, He still loves me. HE STILL LOVES ME!!!

Currently, I homeschool my daughter. When I first had her, I thought she was going to give me a run for my money…then I had my son (That’s a whole other story). Anyways, my daughter’s least favorite subject in her schooling is math. The moment she realizes her math lessons are up, she will tell me she has a stomach ache or will give this nasty look, as if she can kill her lessons away. At one point, I stopped her. I told her that if this is the perspective or attitude she was going to start her lessons with, then it wouldn’t be the best experience. Now, if she changed it a bit and said, “I don’t really like math, but I’ll do my best”, then her “math world” may become a bit more positive and doable. After this discussion, I took a pause and thought about myself. Man, I can have the nastiest attitude. I can automatically think of all the worse-case scenarios. My mood can shift and get cranky. And I don’t like it. I don’t like that negativity. If I serve the Creator of the whole universe and He calls me His, why am I not acting more like Him? It’s easier said than done, for sure. And while I probably get it wrong most days, I know that I’m a work in progress (just ask the hubby!!)

I’ll tell you one thing that I’ve been able to see the progress in my life when it comes to shifting my perspective or attitude. And it has to do with the kitchen. Growing up in a Latino household was a feat on its own. I can’t tell you how many times my mother would tell me stories of how she knew how to cook by the time she was 12 years old. I could not stand it. I did not mind cleaning, but I HATED cooking. Thinking back, I guess I hated it because I couldn’t control (there goes that word again) the outcome. Either the food would come out bland or absolutely disgusting. So, anytime my mother’s reminiscent stories would come out to torture me, my answer was, “When I grow up, I’m going to be rich and hire a chef”. Umm…no, that did not happen. What did happen was that I married a man who absolutely loved to cook and invent various dishes. Since he worked from home at the time, it all worked out for me to come home to a wonderfully cooked dinner. I was in Heaven for a few years, there. But, then of course, God had to stir things up on me and not let me keep my way of order. I end up being a SAHM (stay-at-home mom), while my husband would go to work. This spelled out C-O-O-K-I-N-G for me. Ugh!! There were times when I would be so upset that I had to go into that kitchen and turn on that stove. Something changed over time. I changed. My attitude changed. It took longer than I would have wanted, but it happened, nonetheless. I began to see my chore as a privilege. I began to realize that I was not just cooking, but was providing sustenance and nutrition to my family. And with this home being a food-allergy household, I began to research and look for meals that were also safe to eat. Now, I do not say I hate cooking. I embrace it more. It is not at the top of my list when it comes to top favorite chores, but I no longer have that nasty attitude. And as a parent, I can most certainly see God, the Father, encouraging us to shift our perspectives; even if it is just a little. It will go a long way.

 

FYI: my family has not suffered food poisoning from my cooking. WIN!!!

 

Easier said than done with attitude shifts, but with God in the mix, it is good and it CAN be done.

 

Amy Velazquez
relentlesssurrender@gmail.com
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