Friday, February 12, 2016

An Open Letter to Our Family and Friends...

In hearing from several of you over the years, I feel that this really needs to be said...

Steve and I got married almost 18 years ago. We started a life together. Two became one. Everything changed. For us that meant that our needs were no longer the only, nor the dominant, consideration. Now, we need to think about each other.

One day God blessed us with children. When you have children everything changes again. The needs of Steve and myself were no longer our only concern. Now, we have to consider what our children need and what is best for them.

Sometimes things like money are a large factor that must, unfortunately, also be considered.

When we had Gavyn, I could not go back to work due to complications with labor and my employer being unable to accommodate my new needs. This meant cutting our income in half.

Steve worked any job he could get, sometimes two, to just provide our basic needs. See, supporting a family of 3 - 5 on $10 - $12/hr. wasn't easy. It didn't leave room for travel, or going out with friends, or even date nights or vacations. When you are fighting to put food on the table you end up having to make sacrifices. Being able to go on a vacation or take a trip somewhere would mean not paying for things like electricity or rent. With children depending on us for their needs, we couldn't make those sacrifices.

When I was physically able to work again we were faced with a choice. We had to decide if it would be better for our family if I got a job or if I continued to stay home and raise our children. At that point my earning potential would not have covered the cost of putting 3 children in daycare full time. Additionally, both Steve and I felt that it would benefit them more if I continued to stay home with them.

So, we chose a single income, and all of the financial limitations that it implied over having the extra money to do with as we pleased. We did that in order to give our children what we believed was best for them.

It was hard. It was a really difficult sacrifice, but to us, it was worth it.

As rent went up and his wage stayed the same we had to decide if he should go back to school for a second degree to try and improve his employment opportunities or take on another job. We felt that the former was the better option. It would mean him working a full-time job while going to college full-time. Which would in turn mean more time away from his family and a huge financial obligation for us, but as things stood, we could not afford to keep living on $12/hr. and an education provided greater lasting benefit than another job, so, school it was.

We gave up weekend trips with friends, we gave up going to the movies, taking trips to see family... we sacrificed precious time together. Why? So we could do better for our kids.

Steve finished that degree with a GPA worthy of Magna Cum Laude, while working full-time, raising a family, and still making time to attend church and his children's sports events. He sacrificed sleep, fun, hobbies, travel, seeing friends and extended family all to be the best dad he could.

Even with his degree and a new career, supporting a family of 5 on $2,000/month isn't exceedingly easy. You would be surprised how much food 3 growing children can eat! o.O So, I started health coaching. I got trained and certified to be a Fitness Instructor. I am completing my training to be a Certified Personal Trainer. I study nutrition and will be attending training to counsel with people one on one.

Why am I doing all this?

1. Because it is the passion of my heart to see other people's pain healed, to encourage them to dare to dream big and watch them reach their goals. It is my desire to help as many people as I possibly can. This training will enable me to do that.

2. To provide financial freedom for our family.

Why financial freedom?

Because then we can give more, we can do more, we can bless more, we can take those trips to see the people we care about.

To achieve those two things, we have had to set boundaries, we have had to make commitments, we have had to forego luxuries and we have had to really nail down our priorities.

As a family, we sat down, talked about and agreed to our priorities.

For us, that begins with God first. Without Him as the head of our family, directing our path, we wander aimlessly. It is our desire to seek His will for us, to follow His leading and bless as many people as we can.

In order for us to be and do our best for our children, we need to take care of our marriage, so that is our second priority.

The needs of the children come before our wants, so they come next. We will sacrifice whatever we can to give them the best possible foundation.

Next are our precious family and friends.

We do the absolute best we can to see you as often as possible. We regret that it isn't nearly as often as we would like. If we were able to afford to see your more, we would gladly. If we had "extras" we could cut out of our life to make more time with you, believe me we would.

The point of all this is simply to say...

I'm sorry that we don't see you as much as maybe we used to. I'm sorry we can't visit as often as you would like. I apologize that we are rubbish at sending cards or being near a phone.

Please know that we still love you, we think of you often and we keep you in our prayers.

Believe me, I understand how much it costs to make trips. I know what it takes to get one person, let alone a family of 5, to a different part of the country for a visit, so I understand completely why we don't get to see family up here very often. We know from experience that it has nothing to do with how much we matter to you, because you are all incredibly important to us even though we don't get to go see you.

If you happen get a chance, and you're ever up our way, let us know, we will do our best to make as much time to see you as possible.

Until we see you again...


Much <3


Thursday, February 11, 2016

Valentine's Day... Yuck.

I can hear it now...

*Gasp* "What did that title say? Valentine's Day, yuck?!"

"What is wrong with you?"

"How could you not like Valentine's Day? It's all about love."

....Ugh

{ Begin Rant }

I dislike Valentine's Day. Okay, I strongly dislike Valentine's Day.

Why do we put so much emphasis on buying in order to show affection? For that matter why are we only emphasizing our affection one day out of the year?

If you ask me, which you probably wouldn't so I'll just go ahead and volunteer, it is a purely commercial ritual. Our desire to "do the right thing" or show someone how much we "really care" is exploited through guilt so as to "inspire" us to spend money on frivolous things in order to "earn/show" someone affection. If we do not, clearly we must not really care, right?

Wrong.

Since when does spending money = actual love? Sure, spending money is a necessity in order to provide shelter, food, water, other various amenities and for the procuring of goods. Why is that a requirement for love? A person can spend all kinds of money on someone and not love them at all. Conversely, a person can have no money to spend and yet love someone greatly.

Why not show the people you care about how much they mean to you every day? Why not demonstrate said affection in how you treat them, how you talk to them, possibly by doing the unthinkable and setting your phone down and spending time with them. *gasp*

Actions speak louder than words. Showing someone you care by daily being respectful, helping them, encouraging them, supporting them, building them up, listening, even just being there for them conveys volumes more on how you feel about them than buying some dismembered flowers, a box of candy or some bling.

*Disclaimer... I am not saying that blessing people with things that bring them joy is bad, what I am saying is that material items, or how much money you spend on them for one day, isn't what shows someone that you truly care.

{ End Rant }

This year, do something different. If you love someone don't just tell them once or buy them something, show them by the way you treat them. Invest the time to show them how much they mean to you by genuinely listening, lending a hand, offering support, encouraging them, and spending quality time with them.


Bless and be blessed, y'all.


Tuesday, February 2, 2016

She Was Just a Child...

but she was small for her age.

 
She sat alone on the floor of her bedroom. 
The closed door was meant to keep out the world... to keep out the ones who hurt her. 
Still, there she sat surrounded by their words. 
Surrounded by them.

Their words echoed off the walls and reverberated in her mind.
They stabbed at her heart.
They tore at her flesh.

"You are stupid."
"You are ugly."
"You do everything wrong."
"You will never amount to anything."
"You will never do good in school."
"You talk too much."
"You are lazy."
"Why can't you be more like..."
"I wish you weren't here."
"I wish you were dead."




She was just a child, but she understood that God was all she had.
She sat alone in the bath.
The door was locked to keep others out... but her heart cried out to be loved.
She felt the warmth of the water on her skin but wept for the coldness of those around her.

"God, why am I so stupid?!"
"Why do I have to be so ugly?!"
"Why do they hate me?"
"Why can't I do anything right?"
"Why don't they want me?"
"Why don't they love me?"
"I want to die..."

She laid down in the water.
She felt stinging heat as the water covered her tear soaked face.
She began to count down from 10...
 "Breathe", she told herself.
"Just breathe and it will all be over."

She was just 8 years old, but she wanted this. 
She wanted her brokenness to end.
She wanted the pain to stop.
She wanted to be with the One who loved her.
She wanted so desperately to die.

She tried to breathe in the warmth, but her body betrayed her.
She had not filled the tub high enough, her mind had failed her.
Why was she so weak?!
Why was she so stupid?!
Why couldn't she even get this right?!

Because it wasn't her time. 
She still had a purpose
He was with her.
He loved her.




She was a cheerleader, but she was friends with the "wrong crowd". 
She loved to dance, but was not good enough.
She could do well in school, but she had given up trying.
She smiled a lot, but her heart was broken.
She had fun, but it didn't last.
She still felt small, ugly and not good enough.

The people who had hurt her were still there.
Their words still echoed off the walls.
They still reverberated in her mind.
They stabbed at her heart.
They tore at her flesh. 

"You are too short."
"Your boobs are too small."
"Your smile is ugly."
"Your hair is so plain."
"Why can't you get better grades?!"
"You are lazy."
"You don't try hard enough."
"You are nothing but white trash."
"You are a failure."
"I wish you had never been born."

She hated her reflection.
So she planned her perfection...
She would wear make up! She would color her hair!
She would dress like they dressed! 
She made a list of the surgeries that would "fix" all of her flaws.
One day, they would finally like her! 




She just wanted to be loved. 
She looked for her knight to come take her away.
She thought she finally found love, but she was wrong about how that love looked.
There was pain.
There was rejection.
Her body wasn't good enough.
She needed to look like other girls.
She needed to give them what they wanted.

They promised love, but only took sex.
Again she failed, and there were their words...
Echoing, reverberating, stabbing, tearing. 

"You're stupid."
"You're ugly."
"You should have surgery so you can look like..."
"You're a whore."
"You're a bitch."
"All you do is nag."
"Shut up."
"Put out."

She was so stupid.
She couldn't even get this right.
Maybe if she got breast implants...
Maybe if she had a nose job...
Maybe if she got her nails done...
Maybe she would be lovable




She got married.
She had children.
She had her own home.
She had her own family.
She was finally an adult.
She was finally free to be herself!

For the first time, she knew who she was and had found the little things that brought her joy.
She loved cars, football, camping, fishing, shooting, games... 
but they were all the wrong things. 
She was supposed to be more like the other women. 
She needed to change.
The weight she had gained made her feel undesirable.
Her body bore scars that left her feeling repulsive. 
What she saw in the mirror took her breath away.
Again, the words came...

"You are disgusting."
"You're fat."
"You are nasty."
"Don't let them see how bad you look."
"Don't let your husband see you, he'll think you are gross."

 This time something was different.
When those words came and she cried out, God answered.

He showed her who she was to Him.
He showed her that she was exactly as He made her to be.
He showed her her potential.
He told her she had a purpose and value.
He showed that her those words were lies. 
He told her the truth.
 
She might not have been "much to look at" to them, but she was created in His image and she was beautiful to Him.
She may have been different than the rest, but she was perfectly designed. 
She might not have been the smartest or the best, but she was loved by a King. 
It may have taken some time, but now she knows...

She may have been worthless to some, but she is priceless to one. 



She, was me.




 I want to encourage you to...

Choose your words wisely.
Use them to speak life.
Teach your children by example.
Build up instead of tearing down. 
Encourage others.
Love greatly.

 Bless and be blessed, y'all! 


*If you are still trapped in the place of lies and in pain, please reach out to me either by email, or at https://www.facebook.com/kate.conder

You are NOT alone.  
You are valuable, you are beautiful, you are loved.
You can be healed and set free.
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