In my “Some Day’s” post, my friend Shayla commented that she appreciates it that I don’t always write about a “perfect life”:). I thought about this a bit after reading it and decided I have a few things to say about that (BIG surprise huh?).<\/p>\n
I think there are several contributing factors that enable me to write about REAL life and not life through rose colored glasses. I’ll list them:<\/p>\n
1. I have come to the realization that from the depths of my heart…I write for me not an audience. When I started getting heavy web traffic during Ty’s NICU stay (VERY heavy traffic – it was costing me over 100.00 a month to support the traffic) – I questioned my motivation in writing at times. I am super self introspective and I self analyze often. I am convinced that only God truly knows me because I don’t trust my opinion of myself:). Over the last few months though, I have realized that I almost never check web traffic because it doesn’t occur to me. I don’t even look at the counter at the bottom of this page (although I probably will today because till this moment I had forgotten it was there). I only know who is reading by who is commenting because I just don’t investigate further. I don’t write every week and I don’t feel guilty when I don’t write. Why? Because as much as I love my family and friends, I don’t write for them. When I have something to say, I am motivated to write. I write for my little family. To help me work through my own heart circumstances and to provide a record for my children and grandchildren. My hope is that they read this someday and they know that their mama loved them and hoped for them as unconditionally as she knew how. I want them to see themselves through my eyes because I think they are the most treasured little people on the planet. Most importantly, I want them to know God as daddy and I think when they read about mommy’s spiritual journey’s, and than they evaluate that against the circumstances of life that they will remember, I can only hope that they will see a picture of a relationship that they will want to embrace fully themselves. That is why I write.<\/p>\n
2. My life is NOT perfect. I am NOT perfect. My husband is NOT perfect. My kids are NOT perfect. My house is NOT perfect. My church is NOT perfect. I would be a pretty bold liar to paint this picture. When I write about real stuff, other people can relate. We need each other. One thing that I personally “get” out of this blog, is the most sincere and heartfelt affirmation from other people that I could have ever imagined. I feel so incredibly blessed by this. It helps so much on hard days to have other mom’s simply say “Boy howdy I hear you.” It’s sharing in the triumphs AND travails that bond people.<\/p>\n
3. This is not my home. I do not expect a perfect life. I really truly don’t. I expect a life of blessing mixed with tears and that is what it has been. I am not home yet. I am getting ready to start a study on Heaven with my adult Sunday School class and I am so excited to teach on this. Heaven is my home. My future life is where I can expect perfection and I am looking forward to it. I’ll close this with words to a song that have always really grabbed me. It’s by Audio Adrenaline (Underdog rocks!:):<\/p>\n
Good Life<\/strong><\/p>\n I???ve watched my dreams all fade away This is the good life This is the good life Loneliness has left me searching What good would it be In my “Some Day’s” post, my friend Shayla commented that she appreciates it that I don’t always write about a “perfect life”:). I thought about this a bit after reading it and decided I have a few things to say about that (BIG surprise huh?). I think there are several contributing factors that enable me […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-332","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mamas-diaries"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jimanddoni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/332","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jimanddoni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jimanddoni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jimanddoni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jimanddoni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=332"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jimanddoni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/332\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jimanddoni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=332"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jimanddoni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=332"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jimanddoni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=332"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAnd blister in the sun
\nEverything I???ve ever had is unraveled and undone
\nI???ve set upon a worthless stack
\nOf my ambitious plans
\nAnd the people that I???ve loved the most
\nHave turned their backs and ran<\/p>\n
\nI???ve lost everything
\nI could ever want
\nAnd ever dream of<\/p>\n
\nI found everything
\nI could need
\nHere in your arms<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nFor someone to love
\nPoverty has changed my view
\nOf what true riches are
\nSorrow???s opened up my eyes
\nTo see what real joy is
\nPain has been the catalyst
\nTo my heart???s happiness<\/p>\n
\nIf you had everything
\nBut you wouldn???t have
\nThe only thing you need <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"