Monday, September 27, 2010

Stop and Let Go

Bitterness, I hate the word Bitterness.

Bitterness is a frozen form of latent anger and resentment. Bitterness grows out of our refusal, to let go when someone or something is taken from us. Bitterness is being constantly hurt by a memory and is holding onto a hurt until it has a hold on you.

It's interesting that bitterness hinges on US not on the "people or things" we feel are creating bitterness.
Only we can create bitterness. Listen to the meaning again...

Bitterness is a frozen form of latent anger and resentment. Bitterness grows out of OUR REFUSAL, TO LET GO when someone or something is taken from us. Bitterness is being constantly hurt by a memory and is HOLDING ONTO A HURT until it has a hold on you.

When I think Bitterness I think of Tom Nesbitt, a revivalist who traveled in the ministry with me who powerfully spoke on the issue of bitterness. He referred to bitterness like being stuck in tar.

At first, you think it's not that big of an issue...



Then you find the more you try to fight your way out...



the more tangled and trapped you are.




I would like to say, guess what friends, I've figured it all out! I will be bitter free for the rest of my life! However that dear friends would be a lie. You see I think of Bitterness more as quick sand. It's not until we stop wrestling that we can be free. The thing is even knowing all the answers, hearing all the sermons, knowing the scriptures to read, sometimes bitterness can be complicated. I say complicated because until we are ready to stop and deal with the root of our bitterness all the other stuff doesn't even scratch the surface.
I know all of us deal with bitterness in some shape or form. But sometimes for me I would rather just be bitter than dealing with the root problem.
I laugh at my son Kye because he more than anything he hates taking a bath. It's not that he hates to be clean, it's that a bath takes time out of his playing to do something that he doesn't think is fun. At least I did laugh about the situation until this morning when God found me in the same place, not wanting to stop and be cleansed from all the things I harbor in my heart. For me the hard part even more than taking time to deal with bitterness is the emotions and situations and memories you have to work through to get to the root of the problem. I'm a stuffer, and in the word's of one of my favorite characters Scarlett O'Hara, I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow. (I know I'm horrible)
Well my tomorrow has become today. I'm choosing to get on my face in front of the Almighty God and say, here I am, ready and willing. I'm not just leaving the bitterness at the cross but all the little things I harbor that cause the bitterness and yes it will be a battle not to want to pick them back up again, but I am trusting them to You. I'm letting go! Willing to do whatever it takes to start the healing process.
I encourage you to search your heart for the "little things" that could be rooting your life with bitterness.

There is FREEDOM in the cross.
Just stop wrestling and let go.






Whiter Than Snow
By: James Nicholson, 1872

Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole;
I want Thee forever to live in my soul;
Break down every idol, cast out every foe;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Lord Jesus, look down from Thy throne in the skies,
And help me to make a complete sacrifice;
I give up myself, and whatever I know;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat;
I wait, blessed Lord, at Thy crucified feet,
By faith, for my cleansing; I see Thy blood flow;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Lord Jesus, Thou seest I patiently wait;
Come now, and within me a new heart create;
To those who have sought Thee,
Thou never said'st No;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.



Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.
- Psalm 51:10

Monday, September 20, 2010

Mom's

I was sent this email this morning and wanted to share it with all you moms out there. Enjoy!

Answers given by elementary school age children to the following questions:

Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.

How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger
parts.

What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in
the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use
string, I think.

Why did God give you your mother and not some other Mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.

What kind of little girl was your Mom?
1. My Mom has always been my Mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty
bossy.
3 They say she used to be nice.

What did Mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk
on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to
chores?

Why did your Mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.

Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof
ball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the
bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.

What's the difference between moms and dads?
1. Moms work at work & work at home, & dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause
that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.

What does your Mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

What would it take to make your Mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of
plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.

If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid
of that.
2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who
did
it and not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on her back.
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THE MOMMY TEST
I was out walking with my 4 year old daughter. She picked up
something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the
item away from her and I asked her not to do that.
"Why?" my daughter asked.
"Because it's been laying outside, you don't know where it's been,
it's dirty and probably has germs" I replied.
At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and
asked, "Wow! How do you know all this stuff?"
"Uh," ...I was thinking quickly,"All moms know this stuff. It's on
the Mommy Test. You have to know it, or they don't let you be a Mommy."
We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was
evidently pondering this new information.
"OH...I get it!" she beamed, "So if you don't pass the test you
have to be the daddy"
"Exactly" I replied back with a big smile on my face and joy in my
heart.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Ok Ok

So for all of you who have asked, "Why did you stop blogging?" I'm sorry, I haven't stopped blogging, I've just been a little crazy. But I'm going to try to get back into the swing of things. So here we go...
Things are going well for the Klafka family. We are finally out of my parents house. Rustin is back teaching school full-time and his photography business has taken off. And of course I am at home being the world's most awesome mom ever :) (If you know me well you know that last statement is total sarcasm) The kids are growing like weeds. I literally laugh every day at the things that come out of their mouth.
As I have said many times before, Haygen, is my little drama momma. She loves shoes, clothes, and sunglasses and is all about eating. She tells me (and everyone else) "I cue-te!" or " I pi-tty!". She loves to dance and sing. (She loves to sing her ABC's and counting to ten with brother) One of her new sayings is, "Did you hear dat puppy?" when the dog next door barks.



Kye is my big boy now. (and reminds me of it everyday) "MyMom, I'm a big boy!" He loves cars, and trains, and planes. He is artistic like his dad. He's my little sweetheart. "I sure do love you Mymom."
They are picking up everything we say. Which is not always a good thing! So as a reminder to myself to watch what you say, I'll end with my latest experience.

While riding in the car I hear Kye yell from the back seat, "Holy Moly, Crap!" I immediately look at my mom who was in the car with me and asked, "what did he just say!" to which Kye responds, "I said Holy, Moly, Crap! Mymom." Now the Holy Moly, I have no idea who says that, but the crap, I know exactly where he gets that.....ME! I was mortified! Of course my mom and I immediately begin telling him that crap is a bad word and he shouldn't say it, blah, blah, blah. Which I know the whole time he was thinking if it's so bad why does MyMom say it. But luckily he's too young to really argue on that level (Thank goodness!). So later that day while we were coloring I see Kye getting frustrated with his picture. Then I hear "Dad-Moly!". Again I look at my mom and say, "what did he just say?" and again Kye answers me and says, "MyMom, I said Dad-Moly!". After a couple of minutes and blank stares from my mom and me he finally explains "you know Dad-Moly like Dadburnit". We laughed til we almost cried and praised Kye for using nicer words than before. So as you can see he's got that creative side. And I am watching what I say!

Here he is saying Dad-Moly! and I sure do love you.