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When the house of cards fall….

To say that things have been difficult lately, would be an understandment. It’s that time of the year….the homeschooling year is coming to a close and the “natives” are getting restless. One last three week stretch here of portfolios, testing, and finishing extracurriculars, and our summer will start.

But mentally,…..I’m done. Completely ready for the nearest beach, some sun, and always…a cocktail.

Add to that the recent health issues of the hubs, the struggles and pressure of having a traveling software sales husband, and all the extracurricular activities of the children, and I was completely overwhelmed. I was sitting amongst piles of laundry that beckoned, and food stuck on pots and pans that I had no energy to get to. For the first time in a while, no glass of wine or chocolate dessert was going to push me in the right direction.

For the first time, in a long time, I was completely depressed. 

hospital stay

Maybe you can relate. The tears just kept falling….”pull it together, Tammi”…I would say to myself. I would be picking up endless barbie shoes, kids’ clothes, and pieces of “art” that the children had created….and I would be crying. I would be driving in the van to soccer and the tears would be falling. The children were beginning to see past the “no big deal” and “I’m just laughing so hard” routine I was trying to pull off. I was a tired wife and mother who was feeling no relief. I was pulling late nights trying to get everything done, and yet all I wanted to do was lay in bed and sleep. I wanted to forget about spending a “date night” at the hospital for the latest round of pneumonia….I wanted to leave the room rather than watch my husband struggle to breathe through his coughing fits. However, I also wanted help. I wanted another person to “adult” with me.

However, it was a Friday at our bi-monthly co-op that my “house of cards” started to crumble….

And just like a flimsy deck of cards…there was no warning.

The flood gates opened…and I couldn’t stop. Maybe it was the call from the hubs that the doctor wanted to run some extensive tests on him that day….maybe it was the long nights I had endured in a row…..or maybe it was just my own need to be “done”. I’m not sure of the catalysis but…surrounded by all these moms and women that I admired and loved, I couldn’t control the tears from falling. I tried everything…play with the little babies; tease the middle schoolers; clean out the van…but nothing I did would make my face look less red and swollen or make the tears stop falling. I’m a pretty “open” person…I love to make people laugh and have a good time. However, I don’t like to cry in front of others. I don’t like appearing “weak” or “out of control”. But on this friday, that wasn’t an option…those tears just kept coming.

Several of these women pulled me aside and lent me their ear as I reluctantly poured out my heart over my recent troubles. Afraid to venture too far, they allowed me to share what I needed, not what they wanted from me. They were Christ to me. I watched as my sisters -in-law kept just the right distance, to keep me from crumbling. These ladies were another one of my “cards”. People who I had placed in my life who I valued. I valued their opinions as mothers; I valued their friendship and their wisdom. In HIS Wisdom, the Lord had allowed me to feel crushed when I was the most supported. He had surrounded me with woman who truly knew me and what I needed at that moment. His “loveletters” to me continued. On the following Sunday, when I waved to one of these ladies across the pew at church, God had already placed it on her heart that she would deliver dinner to my house on Monday night…..all I had to do was “confirm” it when I showed up at HER church on Sunday.

We all juggle with our own house of cards. We spend years putting each “card” in place…carefully stacking each one. Finding time in our lives, and in our schedules for our family, our careers, our vacations, our workouts, and our friends. We make time for our hobbies; live out our faith; and continue to be present to those who love us. As we stack card upon card, we are building a little mental house for ourselves. We look at our little house and how “pretty” it looks…we take pride in what we have created.

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 However, if we look closely, we can quickly see how flimsy it is. How every card depends on the stability of the other.  The shifting of one card can send the whole deck crashing down. With this reality, comes action. When one card falls, we jump to grab it and control the whole house from tumbling. We fear this “crumbing” of what we have created.

For the past few years, I have been creating my own house of cards. I blog often about the family traditions we hold dearly; the humorous shananigans of my brood of five, and the adventures that we embark on. We enjoy good eating, and clean living. Our family motto of “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord” hangs proudly in our home.  But recently, I have been feeling the shifting of a few of these cards, and it’s really scaring me.

The hubs has been dealing with some health issues over the past five months and this has definitely been a “shifting card”. As overwhelming as this can be, my thoughts are drawn to Peter when the Lord called him into the water.

Peter said to Him, “Lord, if it is You, command me to come to You on the water.” 29And He said, “Come!” And Peter got out of the boat, and walked on the water and came toward Jesus. 30But seeing the wind, he became frightened, and beginning to sink, he cried out, “Lord, save me!” 31Immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and took hold of him, and said to him, “You of little faith, why did you doubt?” 32When they got into the boat, the wind stopped. 33And those who were in the boat worshiped Him, saying, “You are certainly God’s Son!” – Matthew 14:28-33

Peter felt that feeling of “shifting cards” as he was walking on water. He felt “unsafe” and “unsure”. However….he trusted. A few days later, I found myself struggling again so I took the children to a nearby lake for a small picnic break on one of our busiest days. We had a 45 minute window to fill, and I figured hitting the lake on a beautiful day would busy the kids and allow me to clear my head. “I don’t have much time…but a few minutes will be good.” God in His Infinite goodness, blessed me with this vision…….:


And I heard the words:

“And when my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.”

And I felt an overwhelming breeze envelop me, and a peace flow through me.

Sometimes, God calls us out of our every day to speak to our hearts. To find him in the beauty of creation. As I stood there watching my children wade through the lake, I was overwhelmed by the peaceful tranquility. The same water that brought fear to Peter was now bring peace to my soul.

But..isn’t that what God does?

He takes our fears…and turns them into blessings.

He frees us….unburdens us….

He takes those tossed up and spiraling cards, and shows us how to create a new house of cards. He creates us anew…..

What cards do you see falling or shifting? What control is God asking you to relinquish?

 Lord, help me cling to your words, “You of little faith, why did you doubt”? Help me to trust that you hold my “house of cards” and that only in you can I place my trust and allow you to shake up those cards to build me a better house of cards.




Calgon….take me away!!!

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Maybe I am aging myself but I used to love that commercial….

the woman who just seemed so overwhelmed that all she could think about was a hot bath.

Yep….I’m there.


emotional drained….check.

Physically sore….check.

irritable…check, check, check.

I figured since one reader was talking about how “great” my little family life is that maybe I don’t do enough to describe the craziness that life can throw our way too.

We are not a perfect family.

And as much as my kids love me, they know that I’m not the perfect mom.

I continually apologize for my bouts with frustration; my rants about housework; or my need for everyone to “listen to me”.

This blog is not about perfection but about reality.

Its about connecting with someone “across the way” by sharing the same struggles, and holding on to the same desires. Its about wanting as parents to be “the best” for our kids but falling short.

This morning…I am not going very deep….

I just desire to be by myself for a few minutes.

It wouldn’t hurt if I was stuck on a beach somewhere….with a great cocktail….some praise and worship music on my ipod….and a great book……..(insert 5 minutes of picturing myself there)

However, God seems to have me here with these little noisy cherubs who are fighting about everything; crying about headaches and sore throats; and yet must eat.


IMG_5810This morning, I actually went out and applied miracle gro to my garden and watered it…..in my pajamas.

Why you ask?

To take a step outside of the craziness that is my house this morning.

Sometimes, I just have to walk away before i lose it.

If you are unsure what “lose it” means, do you recall that scene in The Incredibles where the baby gets so mad when he is kidnapped by Sid that he goes through several emotions at one time….

sheer panic/fear:

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and then the fiery temper:

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I exaggerate only slightly…haha

I can only handle children doped up on tylenol and sick with fevers for so long. It seems just when one is getting better another one comes along with the same symptoms.

In the past two days, I have made two visits to the ER: one for a child with an acute UTI and one for a child who had a 15 minute febrile seizure; made an insane amount of hot tea; dispensed too many “shots” of antibiotics and tylenol; and held numerous hot children for hours at a time.

Did I mention the husband has had walking pneumonia? that he has had three different antibiotics that have yet to kick it? Did I also mention that he sprained his foot and has been on crutches for the past week? Not sure how not having another adult that can help would make me feel more burdened…but it does.

I can’t help but wish I was out with the kids checking things off our bucket list. I want to be sitting in the summer sun watching the kids swim in the pool. I want to be picking baskets full of strawberries and learning how to make strawberry jam.

What I didn’t want was this.

Somehow in my last conversation with God, He must have misunderstood what I was praying for. I asked for more time to devote to the menu planning and housework.

Ouch….thanks…..for the answer to prayer.

I guess all I can do is be thankful for the down time. Be thankful that maybe this blog post is made to touch that mom who is feeling alone in her misery right now.

No worries, girlfriend….I feel ya. haha

My prayers are going out today to all those mommas whose children are terminally ill or who deal with this on a regular basis. I have no idea how you handle that cross. My guess is that you are far more gracious about it than I.

Looks like tonight this momma is going to be

pouring the wine…and the calgon.

Here’s to hoping that I remember to lock the door…and turn up the music.

They that hope in the Lord will renew their strength,

they will soar as with the wings of eagles”.- Isaiah: 40:31

God bless,