He said He would and He did. So we can trust Him when He said He will again. 🙌 . Happy to celebrate both hope fulfilled in Jesus' resurrection and the reassurance of our hope in His return! 🌈
Joining @theolivetreeblog for some #tuesdaystruthbehindthephoto: The principal said Some of you are more terrified than your student. Brylee nudged me and whispered is that you? I smiled at her and whispered back, yep. . There are many times when we fake assurance and fearlessness for our kids. There's just no point in letting them in on the secret that I'm scared of noises in the night too. I mean, someone's gotta get sleep, right? And it's my role to protect them, to act as the adult that I am and not give them the burden of my own concerns. . However, we've reached a point with our oldest that I let her in on select of my insecurities, just so I can show her what dealing with them as an adult looks like. As she reveals her anxieties to me, I know better than to make false promises that she'll grow out of them. Instead, I want her to know how to cope if or when they morph into new versions of the same ol' thing. . On our way to the middle school information night in preparation for her big transition next year, she told me she was nervous. So we talked about what to do with that, what we've both done with nerves in the past and how it turned out, and what to do with nerves now and in the future. . Basically, nerves, fear, anxiety--however you choose to describe it--isn't necessarily a bad thing, as long as we don't let it keep us from action. We have to move forward anyway, trusting that just as God has helped us overcome before, He will help us overcome again. . And sometimes admitting out loud to each other that we're terrified is just the release we need to step forward together with courage. . Use the hashtag for your own Tuesday's truth behind the photo, whether serious or lighthearted 😊
We had so much fun with our Idaho family last week! Took plenty of pictures, and this one of the kids is my favorite. 💚
Today I'm tapping into my inner Tiger Woods and plodding (plotting?) forward (for those who also have been watching the Masters this weekend). . Basically, I'm taking my next right step, even though I don't really feel like it. I'm doing what's within my realm to do right now, and letting that progress grow, small and steady. . My word for this year is Rise. 2017 was Slow, and 2018 was Steady. And the next natural flow seemed to be Rise. Like when Jesus asks, Do you want to be made well? Then says, Rise, take up your mat, and walk. . Except just like Slow and Steady, Rise isn't always looking how I imagined. Because I'm still me, in all my 4-wing-5ness that goes to 2 in distress with not quite enough 1 in my health (for those familiar with the Enneagram), combined with some intermittent anxiety and depression. . But those are just my excuses. They're the reasons I can't get to the pool for healing. Then Jesus comes along and says, You can't do it yourself, but I'm the difference you've been waiting for. . So I'm learning that while God made me who I am, I am not whole without Him. I am stuck in the weaknesses of my personality and my struggles. So I am relying on Him over and over to Rise. . That sounds lovely. But instead of it being a once and done cure, it's a daily, ongoing invitation. I struggle constantly, and Jesus asks again, Do you want to be made well? And the sooner I stop dwelling in my excuses, the sooner I can rely on Him to help me Rise... Plodding forward, one next right step at a time. 💚
Someone posted about motherhood being a joy and I flat out cried. It was about me not the person or the post. I'm happy for others who find joy in motherhood. Too often, and definitely when I saw that post, I felt an ache. Like I was doing something wrong or missing out on something important. . I cried to my husband (I'm learning to acknowledge the feelings and hard things as they come up as a first step in letting them go), and even as I said the words, I knew our story is different. . Parenting is still a joy for us, sure. Also, it's harder fought and not always won. We can go days with seemingly endless battles, and sometimes when little wins happen, I'm already so spent I sit in an emotional shock unable to feel or process all the feels. My threshold for crazy is low and my kids have an exceptional amount of chaos. God's got a sense of humor like that 😆 🤷 . I am reminded over and over I am not enough for my kids' challenges. My role as mom is a form of surrender to that. Which is hard for someone who values independence and self-sufficiency. Nevermind comparisons, and so many voices clouding my mind with opinions about kids these days or parents these days or over analyzing, over diagnosing, and over prescribing. . Parenting has its challenges and joys for all of us. Depending on the unique combo of us and our kids, those challenges and joys will look so different for each family. So I guess this is my PSA to let you know you are doing a good job. . By showing up you are parenting right and you are the right person for this role maybe especially because you aren't enough. Your kids need God and a village, so let your not enough point them there. I mean, really, is there any better gift you can give your child than to let them know God is on their side and they're not alone? . When it comes to joy... Soak it in however it shows up in YOUR life. For me, it's a little like the respectful awe and wonder you might have of fire or lightning or a raging river. You can't control it and if you're not careful you'll likely get hurt by it, but doesn't nearness to these powerful elements make you feel alive?!
Spring Break has been a dream 🌈 . Just kidding. We spent too many hours putting together furniture for the boys' room and doing a lot of nothing. And one kid got 3 cavity fillings this week. Cresses really know how to party 😆 . Seeing family last weekend was the best part. And it sure has been nice to have a mid-semester chance to reset.
We had so much fun spending the weekend with my brother's family and meeting the newest little cousin 💚
I told the kids they're such a delight to be around. You know, trying out a little positivity. . And the middle kid asks, Why are you lying to us? I think, oh good, they have at least some awareness of how their whining and complaining affects those around them. . Then it becomes a thing. I give my usual spiel about good behavior before we meet Daniel for his birthday dinner out. And the oldest clarifies, So, be a delight to be around. . Yep, nailed it. It's literally all I want from my kids. (Not really. But when we're in public please.) . It got me wondering: Am I a delight to be around? Or do I let negativity and complaining take over? If the latter, then I've probably got some work to let Jesus do on my heart.💚 . (Artwork by Brylee for her dad's birthday. My card is the one complaining about being an adult. Such a delight 😆)
He is wild. He is free. He is coyote. And for his birthday he got me a new laptop. That's just what kind of man he is 💚 . Love you, @1dcress! Wouldn't want to adult with anyone but you 💋
Sometimes all the little things pile up, like the snow mounds plowed all around our neighborhood. It's a nuisance, but can also be comical what snowflake size problems all together grows into. . Sure the car needs repairs and the budget is forever tight. Crazy kids, home upkeep, that's all normal around here. . But my computer not letting me login? The garage door refusing to close? Sometimes when ridiculous things go wrong you just gotta laugh and let curiosity lead with wonder to whatever happens next. . Also, good vibes only is a must. Doing what I can for solutions, and surrendering to what's out of my control. It's important for the big and little things. There's peace and positivity in it all if I allow it. And I am definitely allowing it.
Are you following @morganharpernichols? Her words and art are such a beautiful timely gift everytime they come across my feed and my stories. . I just updated my lockscreen to one of her designs, and I keep trying to find reasons to unlock my phone just so I can see it 😆 Such joy and encouragement in her work! . Also, these words are truth. Your story matters here. 💛
It's that time of year when the major winter holidays are over, just as we dive deeper into winter itself. The next thing we look forward to is Spring and Easter, but I hold those expectations loosely because we've seen too many pass with freezing wind chills and a still-snow-covered ground. . I'm slowly learning to not let Seasonal Affectiveness get to me, and actually thrive in winter. So I shared 20 ways I make the most of winter when my heart longs for summer #ontheblog at TrinaCress.com. . If winter isn't your jam, it doesn't have to be a total downer. . And if winter IS your jam, share that joy. The rest of us need to be reminded of its wonder and beauty. ❄️
One of the first things we bonded over was our mutual dislike of Valentine's. We've come a long way since then. I'll still pass on the roses and heart-shaped boxes. But love celebrating love with this guy. 💚
I can't stop bringing up the Enneagram. In no particular order, here's why I love it more than other personality typing I've done... . + It's multifaceted just like we as people truly are. You have a main type, a wing type, a type you adapt when you're healthy and one you adapt when unhealthy. Instead of putting you in a box, it puts you on a dynamic diagram. . + You type yourself. Most personality typing is done through a test that uses your score to show where you end up. There are tests for the Enneagram, but your actual type is decided by you when you hear/read about all the types and on one automatically respond, woah, they're talking about me. . + It addresses personality types in nine stages of healthy, average, and unhealthy. We don't just have positive traits and negative traits, we have who we tend to be when we're our healthiest and who we tend to be when we're our unhealthiest. I love that the Enneagram distinguishes that. If, like me, you're a little late to the Enneagram party too, here's some resources I recommend to get started: 1. The Road Back to You It covers all the types but not so in depth to be overwhelming... it's a great way to start evaluating where you might land in the nine types. 2. Personality Types After you know your type, this goes much more in depth through each type and their stages of healthiness. I didn't read it all, but it's been really enlightening on my type and my husband's. 3. The Path Between Us This is one of the next books on my list. I'm ready to stop being so self-absorbed (gosh, I'm such a 4) and start learning how to relate to other personality types. If you're already into the Enneagram, what's your favorite resource so far?
When I was in the thick of not feeling myself (see last post), we went on a cruise for our 10-year anniversary. . It was an awesome trip and I'm so thankful for that time we got to make up for our missed honeymoon. I also hated the haze that seemed to cover my memories of the trip. Not feeling at home in myself went with me on that cruise, putting an unwanted filter over it all, even in the deeply good enjoyable times like this photo. . When I started working toward a better emotional life and improved habits for my mental health, I saw an unexpected benefit. As the fog lifted from my day-to-day life, it lifted from certain of my memories too. . Like this moment. The first morning we woke up on the cruise and ventured out to our personal balcony, bed head and all. Instead of remembering this moment in a haze, like I had for months, I could close my eyes and feel the warmth of the sun and a deep healing peace in my soul. The haze was gone. . Mental and emotional health takes work. Caring for ourselves in the deep healing ways that Jesus intends for us requires effort on our part. But in my experience, He shows up on His part with LIFE. Vibrant, haze-free life.