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Me And Reba..... The Sitcom

The sitcom Reba is a favorite of mine and my family's. We love to watch the comedy portrayed in every day life circumstances and the message that love covers all, matter what.

I find myself relating to Reba's character. She is a single mom helping her young daughter and family find their place in life  in world full of set backs, judgments and trying times. Though her role and my life have some similarities not all is the same.
My youngest daughter and her family currently live with me as they too are finding their place in life. Although I have no "Barbara Jean"  bursting through my door, my life, for all intense purposes, reflects portions of her world.

It's not easy trying to meet the needs of the ones I love when there are times I can barely  meet my own needs. I do my best and honestly there are times when I feel my best is not good enough. It is within those times I find myself irritated, frustrated, weary , heart broken and a failure. I mean I am mom I am suppose to be able to fix everything. That's my job  right?  I push, I pull, I drag and yet when the the negative opinions of others are spoken it truly sends me in to an emotional melt down. On the outside I smile and tell myself "that's OK, let them believe what they choose." And on the inside I am a puddle of raw emotions. Will my best ever be enough?  It's easy for others to say how they would do things differently or voice my short comings however if they were in my shoes, I am not so sure they would be so quick to judge this season I am in.

Judgement is hard to stand in and even harder to walk through.

Many nights I lay awake asking my daddy God to give me the strength to be all my children need me to be. Wisdom to make the right choices and the discernment to not walk ahead of his plans for us all. To remove the heavy burdens I myself have placed upon my shoulders and to give me the peace I need with the knowledge that He has everything taken care of.  In the cool darkness of my room with only the sound of my box fan spinning I hear these words.............

" I did not bring you this far to leave you daughter." 

Philippians 1:6
....being confident in this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ. 

He reassures me I am not alone and neither are my children.

 Through prayer and seeking direction from my daddy God I am instructed to guard my lips and speak life (God's word) where others speak death (negativity) into our lives.  When my own frustration sets in I am to guard my words and not speak from my own irritations or anger but speak God's words over mine and my family's situations; to declare life not death.

Proverbs 21:23
Whoever guards his mouth and tongue keeps his soul from trouble. 

There is much wisdom and direction in those words. . After all who wants a troubled soul full of strife and discontent with absolutely no peace? The words I speak determines the fruit in my life. I can choose to allow the frustrations and lack to determine my voice or  I can speak my daddy Gods blessings and promises and witness breakthroughs of abundance . It isn't rock science to figure out the best choice. Regardless how challenging it can be to maintain my guard  I choose to heed his instruction and began my task of guarding my lips.

 As for my daughter, she works hard to support her family, however she too has her own frustrations and trials in life. Her own ups and downs, mistakes and lessons of growth ( just as I do) and yet she continues to push forward to be a better mom, woman and provider. And I am so very proud. We don't always see eye to eye and we have our moments of butting heads; strong and independent we both are and that makes for power struggles from time to time however at the end of the day we have our own clips of comedy mixed within and most importantly..... love that covers all no matter what.

 When our moments in life seem unbearable and it is laughter we are desperately in need of...........
We still have "Reba" ...The sitcom.




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