Another day another blessing.

Yesterday was the homecoming parade for my children's school.
 I had my 3 oldest in the parade- 2 playing in the band and 1 as a manager of the band. I hooted and hollered as my children passed as any self respecting parent would to solely to make their children blush and fight back they're not allowed to crack.
 So my 13 proudly peform her duties as assistant section leader.
 My son truly enjoy rockin with the low brass, and
 my second youngest smile ear to ear with pride because she is marching with the high school and it didn't matter that she was just a manager.
After the pep rally the band family gathered at the stadium to eat hot dogs, hamburgers, and cake in honor of the band.
 Ending the celebration with a football game on the sacrid grounds of the Valley Cubs Stadium, which my 6 year old even played with the big kids with out one injury. 
We have a great group of kids that look out for the little ones as if they were family. 
We came home to see two report cards with all A's and B's one with B's and C's and one with all G's and one S.
My husband had supper ready for Him and I. 
I am truly blessed.

Am I a Martha or a Mary?

How I really reall want to say a Mary but I fear once agian I fall short.  I am just like Martha.
I fuss at my husband I fuss at my children when are not going smoothly.  This past month I have run myself ragged and non-stop that my body has just said ENOUGH! Two weeks ago I came home from work 6 hours early and slept the rest of the day Friday 3/4 the day on Saturday and 1/2 the day on Sunday. Anyone who knows me knows I am an insomicac I only sleep thanks to a night pill of trazadone.
My pastor taught about Martha and how she acted when Jesus came to visit.  Martha was the oldest of her family she had many brothers and sisters one sister in particular named Mary. When Jesus came to visit Martha totally stressed out trying to make a wonderful feist to impress Jesus and His disciples.  Mary on the other hand went and sat down at Jesus' feet and stayed there all night!

When I first heard this story I thought "finally that lazy cousin of mine is gonna get the Bible talks about women sitting on there butts while I slave away to make this wonderful dinning for my ENTIRE family."
I'm sure we can all think of someone that just rubs you the wrong way everytime.  We are busy preparing and making sure everything is perfect, and they're sitting and enjoying conversation with your Grandfather.  Boy I was jealous and angry which turned to depression.  Why can't I be that together to enjoy those things.  I'm just going to try harder get up earlier go to bed later,  ride my children and my husband harder to keep up with their chores better.  All of this has just ended up with depression feels of inatiquitcy.  I am not good enough.  I've lost 50 pounds but thats not good enough I'm still fat I need to leave 50 more. I never measure up I don't deserve to share the same contenient of my husband and children.  They deserve better than I can ever give.  There is my cycle back in the depths of the darkness of depression.

More than anything I want to be like Mary.  Let me show you the story of Martha written buy Luke.

As Jesus and the Disciples continued on there way to Jerusalem, they came to a certian village where a woman named Martha welcomed them into her home.  Her sister, Mary, sat at the Lord's feet, listening to what he taught.  But Martha was distracted by the big dinner she was preparing.  Martha came to Jesus and said "Lord, does it seem fai to you that my sister just sits here while I do all the work?  Tell her to come and help me!" (boy I can see myself right in Martha's place)

But Jesus Looked at Martha and said "Martha, Martha, you are worried and upset over all these details!  There is only one thing worth being concerned about.  Mary has discovered it, and it will not be taken from her."

Ouch

So my questions to myself and to you (if there is any "you" out there) is:  What is important? 

My pastor told us today "God desires that we live simple lives.  Simple always doesn't mean easy, but it does mean that His plan for us is livable and will always glorify Him if done right.

In all things trust God.  Lord, please tech me to trust you and live a simple life.  Show how to reconize what is important and What is not.

until next time...

Motherhood the unhonored profession.

After being a stay at home mom for 7 years. I was tired of the "oh" response when a women asked where I worked. (To everyone who has said that shame on you) i got a job.
 I never realized how luck I was to be home with my children.
 Now don't get me wrong I love my job and my children in my class but my heart's desire is to be a stay at home mom agian. My children are now older and the responsibility of being a parent of teenagers is far greater than younger ones because if your not on the top of your game your kids could very well wind up in maajor trouble.

My hats off to all mothers out there who feel over worked, under payed and unappreciated.

Hi My name is...

Kati
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Here is  brief bio:
age:35
Married to my best friend for 15 years on Monday
Mother of 4 (ages 15 to 6)
part time student of ITT Tecg online with one more year (give or take)
Fulltime preschool teacher of 12 wonderful 1-2 year olds.

I decided to start a blog, because I know there are people like me out there.

 I have this bad habit of keeping myself secluded for the world especially in the coming season.  Don't gett me wrong I love Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years but I think it's something about the winter that makes me depressed, this past winter my bout with depression got pretty bad, I was unsure if I was going to make it through that time.  So I am trying to do things different this winter;

1. write in my blog faithfully.
2. I've been on St John's wort for about a month (I would get professional help but do to the lack of any health insurance it makes it to expensive)

So here I go!