MotherDayIn an attempt to slow down, decompress and stress less this past few weeks I realized that I had these coloring books (thanks to Harper) and a pack of colored pencils.

Just on the cusp of a lot of news casts and articles about coloring as a benefit to you. Yes, you, adults – a simple way to decompress and regain focus and concentration – coloring. With all the “to do” lists and never ending projects it can seem overwhelming and daunting. Regaining appreciation for something as simple as coloring can re-balance, refocus and re-frame your thinking and outlook.

Eleri Fowler, artist from Wales, has created beautiful coloring books – her two spring themed books Joyous Blooms to Color and My Mother, My Heart. A Beautiful mix of poetry and beautiful, truly a hidden treasure and example about simple joy in such a crazy hectic life.
LittleWay

Not to mention – I love books. A bookstore, book nook or book swap can suck me in. With all the “to dos” coming up and the stressful thoughts plaguing my peace and joy – challenging myself to dive in and just be is hard. So finding a unique book at the local library book sale was just what I needed to make my day. It wasn’t a coincidence; I had been wanting to pick up a book about St. Thérèse of Lisieux and the Little Way – I was pleased to find just the book – Let Us Be What We Are: The Joys and Challenges of Living the Little Way. Wondering if I had just made another dust collecting purchase, I came across a quote in the doctor’s office:

BE

Take time to breathe, take time to color, take time to enjoy the simple joys and sacrifices in life – in the spirit of One Thousand Gifts, be simple, be ordinary, be grateful, just Be…

NOW FOR THE GIVEAWAY:

Leave a comment below and tell me what special thing you love about your family. It’s as simple as that. You’ll be entered to win one of the coloring books Joyous Blooms to Color & My Mother, My HeartThis is perfect for a birthday, Mother’s Day or Teacher Appreciation or end of the year gifts. Please spread the word and retweet this link:

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The Winner will be notified via email so make sure you add that to your comment form (it will not be shared). Only those who comment will be entered to win.

The Giveaway will end Saturday, May 14th 11:59 EST.

Remember to BE…blessed, loved and joyful,
Shariprpl

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What can you say? It’s Mother’s Day and this is mom and me 🙂 . A little history lesson I was born in 1980 the last of four children and fifteen years after my older sister Sandra. Funny thing is I was totally unexpected – literally unexpected – my mother had even had a Laser Tubal Ligation in her late thirties. Stating, “I don’t want any surprises when I am forty.”  “Surprise!”

Shari and Mom June 1980

 And a big sister who was “so happy when I was born” – that’s what she says :-/? Who is a mother herself.

Shari and Sandra June 1980

So Happy Mother’s Day to my mom and my sister.

I thought for this post that I might just share some thoughts and two poems for Mother’s Day.

It seems that no matter where you are in life, or where you’ve been or where you are going – someone has graced your life like a mother should. Mother’s Day is hard for many people – who have lost a mother, daughter, sister, aunt, child, friend and so on. Many people have strained relationships with their mothers and grandmothers and this day, just like Christmas, makes it hard to cope.

This past winter, during our Captivating study, Proverbs 31 came up and we all agreed that the mother and woman in that passage had tough shoes to fill. We also wondered if there was really a woman out there like that. At times the one and only thing that we have left to rely on is our faith, hope and Love. We are blessed to have all three of these bestowed on us by our loving Creator and Father God. He knows how hard our days have become and He knows when we just can’t take it anymore, he knows just how we feel. Our God and loving parent is there and wants to comfort us when we need Him most. Have no fear, doubt or hopelessness this Mother’s Day, your Heavenly Father is here for you sweet child.

One great poem that I would like to share with you, was given to me and all the staff at on eof my previous jobs – I shared it with my staff and teachers one Mother’s Day week:

A Woman of Strength
A strong woman works out every day to keep her body shape.But a woman of strength kneels in prayer to keep her soul in shape.

A strong woman isn’t afraid of anything…
But a woman of strength shows courage in the midst of her fear…

A strong woman won’t let anyone get the best of her…
But a woman of strength gives the best of herself to everyone…

A strong woman walks sure-footedly…
But a woman of strength knows God will catch her when she falls…

A strong woman wears a look of confidence on her face…
But a woman of strength wears grace…

A strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey…
But a woman of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong.

Many people will walk in and out of your life,
But only true friends will leave footprints on your heart.

The second poem is one that I heard in church many years ago and I saved it. It always made me think to watch how I approached each day with my students. I think it speaks to all of us about true intentions and love. No matter who you come across and how you are feeling always take that deep breath ~ yes, breathe~ before spouting out words that you can never take back. Leave only good impressions on your children’s hearts and appreciate their unconditional love and innocence.

Handwriting on the Wall 

A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son,
Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.

“While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It’s on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told him you’d be mad at having to do it again.

She let out a moan and furrowed her brow,
“Where is your little brother right now?”
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.

She called his full name as she entered his room.
He trembled with fear–he knew that meant doom!
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.

Lamenting all the work it would take to repair,
She condemned his actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, totally distraught!

She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart.
It said, “I love Mommy,” surrounded by a heart.

Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,
With an empty picture frame hung to surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall

Author Unknown


May all of you mothers, daughters and woman out there be blessed this Mother’s Day!