Wednesday, February 11, 2015

The Struggle is Real....take time to breathe.

There was one point in my life, that I contemplated on writing a book.....








THANK God, I didn't ever write one.


I'm sure I'd look back and be Smh(that's an acronym for Shaking My Head....I've just recently learned that...) on half or more of what I would have written...

That is the beauty of aging....You either get wiser, or you get dumber. Hopefully, we're all leaning on the wiser end.

I'm still very much my youth and have boocoodles to learn, but now that I have a few years of some things under my belt, I've experienced several stages of marriage....and as I write this, you and myself are in one of them.





I've learned that raising people is hard. Every single step of the way. Every one.  Tim and I have the....hmmmmm.... let's call it "crazy" blessing of raising a toddler, approaching middle school child, and two high schoolers....all girls. To say that our home is a gigantic mood swing, would be an understatement......God Bless, Tim Pilcher.....I love that man...

When we were starting the process of adoption, many people thought we were crazy...no really. We had people tell us "why would we want to possibly hinder our 'perfect' family??"... I think it's safe to say, that at that point a couple years ago that, #1. we weren't perfect (and never will be), but #2. we did have more of our crap together. Which is one reason I write this today.


I've shared before of my struggling in our early part of marriage with perfectionism...how I literally had to mop our white linoleum floors (those are of the devil if you have children, BTW....) every night before bed...if that tells you anything. God had to do some major work in my life at that time to free me of that struggle. Not the clean floors, but the control of getting them clean.....keeping them clean....and letting that clean floor give me that sense that because they were spotless, my life could be also. I had it under control...until the juice spilled, or the plate of spaghetti dropped. Kind of like life....it all seems fine and sparkly clean until in a matter of minutes you feel like all the shit hit the fan...




Since adopting Hope, I've had some of those old feelings creep back in....at times I honestly have to walk away, close a door and tell myself "Jesus fills your cup, Katie..." over and over again. If I don't....beware of mama bear. Juggling 4 lives....4 individuals, 4 schedules, 4 tender hearts.... can have you in severe panic/survival mode...the worst mode I could ever want to be in, but a ride I have ridden more then once in our marriage.

I'm getting a more clear understanding of why marriages fall apart during these years....






A friend posted a question on FB about what a mom would want to do with an hour all to herself...what gets her recharged for the next day...heck, the next few minutes. I responded with needing to just BREATHE...


I would love the paint my nails that have been neglected forever, clean my floors, take a bath, take a nap, go shopping...but in all honesty...I need breath to be filled back in me.


For many people it could be different, but when I came across this article floating around , I could totally relate. I've sworn on this piece of writing forever. The most help (at least through these many years) that Tim Pilcher can be to me is getting me out of the house for some new breath....to take me and date me. To want time with me. And that takes work. Four lives....four souls....not including our own. They all tick tock to a fine tuned schedule. Every day is filled with something. Every day, there will be an expectant though. Every day there will be another mountain to climb, whether it be the unexpected stomach bug that hits your home, the family member that gets cancer, the car that won't start, or the other tennis shoe that can't be found....





Through each and every circumstance, whatever it may be...one of the number one things that I believe will help us and the next generation, is seeing Christ lived out in our marriages. And that is a hard pill to swallow sometimes....but one of the most rewarding acts to be apart of.

Christ died for His church. Sacrificed and gave for His bride. Commitment isn't just fulfilling an obligation...it's engaging in it. It's to hold fast to something....to not let it go.... Life can make that so hard to not only keep, but to flourish it. To not be just room mates, but to be ONE.


This morning I got a call from the hubs asking me to dinner tonight. To know the preparation it will take to go out tonight, the jerseys that will need to be washed for tomorrow's game, the deadline on the project, the babysitter you have to line up, the patch that will need to be sewn on the Tae Kwon Do uniform, the grocery store run, the dinner prepared for your kids so you don't feel guilty for them eating cereal for dinner three nights in a row, or the shower you want to get so you at least SMELL attractive to your spouse... IT'S HARD MAMAS, I hear ya!! It.is.hard.





 But I'm telling ya...GO, it is worth it....GO! If you don't keep making time for your spouse, you will slowly lose your spouse.....It won't even seem purposely that you did, but because you weren't purposeful with them, it was.



One time, I was so tired for a date night out, that we ordered in...we locked ourselves in the bedroom....next thing ya know, Tim is taking the plate of food off of my lap....yep, I fell asleep while eating it...true story.... at least we tried. So, I get it Mamas....I really DO get it...






We're in a season, but every single stage of life is a new season... to each, a new or different challenge...It's worth the fight through it, and for it though. I know one day, our kids will thank us for it.

















Friday, January 23, 2015

helllllooooooooo out there....

Miss you guys, but I have a little toddler, (aka: Tasmanian Devil as of late) on my hands that keeps me busy....




This pic was from yesterday...she was upset I put her down from holding her, and the pic on the right makes my face like Hope's when we have a house showing and she keeps doing this to every room.

I told our Realtor that I hope the people like toys that he was showing the house to....it is what it is...


In all honesty, this little girl has all of our hearts...














She brings so much joy to our lives. She keeps me super busy, as she "investigates" everything. And I wouldn't be surprised if she's potty trained in the next 2 mos, because she tells us when she's "pooped".....and reminds us that it's "yucky", when we are changing her.


Yep, she's talking....quite a bit. She can tell us just about everything she wants. But she will repeat or try to repeat exactly what you say.

Our older girlies are on the school soccer team...





I feel like that entitles me to a soccer mom car decal.....I'm joking. If I had a decal for everything we had our hands in, I'd need a 15 passenger van to display....

Life with four kiddos, a dog that decides to vomit on the only carpet in the house right before a showing, and a super hunk of a hubs keeps us going, going. But I wouldn't want it any other way. Our life is full.

Our little home front is still on the market. If it doesn't hurry up and sell, I'll be on to the next project in it.... like ripping out our master bedroom ceiling, because the hubs discovered we had a tongue and grove ceiling in there...what what!!

We have precious friends that moved on our street. Elizabeth has played with her friend almost every day since their move. I would be lying if I told you that she wants to move....I mean, hello!, who wants to leave a friend you can take adventures with everyday! Not to mention, the mama is truly one of the greatest.

Whatever God has in store for our little family (can we say little anymore??? I mean, there's 6 of us..), we are ready to take on that adventure...even if that means, our house sells and God sends us to China....






For those of you reading, stop freaking out.... we have no plans to move to China. Tim and I just joke because, we've been in a relationship with God long enough to know that we shouldn't hold on to our plans too tightly, His may be waaaaaaaayyyyy different then ours.

That's what He does to us sometimes... Katie wants to build a house...God wants...(fill in the blank)...

And I'm okay with that, because I'd rather pray "His will be done", and not my own. But I'd be lying if I said that I'd be a little sad if I had to throw my drawings of our new nest aside.

But He hasn't failed us yet. Through hardships and change, His love is greater and shines brighter through every season of our life. I just need to be reminded of that more often then not. I'm pretty sure that's why He takes us on these rides....trust.

Hoping your 2015 is starting out with a reason to trust and rest in your Father's love.

Happy Friday, peeps!












Monday, December 15, 2014

The Pilcher Home








Hello to my Blog Peeps! 


I bring to you in this blog post, MOST of our home. The Hubs and I have decided to pass this part of our heart to another family that we hope will enjoy, entertain, love and laugh (and some yelling, let's be real...) in...... 



For a few years, but ESPECIALLY this past year, we have tossed the idea of remodeling, adding on, etc. We love our old home and have created many memories in every corner of this space. I've wanted to live in the Garden District of Dothan since I was a child (living in Ozark)...But, simply put, I've got this special little cape cod, salt box drawing of a new space that I'd love to create and call home for our family. If you or someone you know, loves an old home with character, coziness and charm, then please call our realtor Charles Buntin at the Tom West Company. You can reach him on his personal cell at 334.701.0868. He will be glad to hook you up with a tour of our home. 

Hoping I get to update you peeps real soon informing you that we are on to our next adventure. 

Happy Monday!! 



































































 


 












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