COMMANDS.

My study on Glorious Grace led me to search Ephesians 1:1-14 for COMMANDS. Hmmm. Has the writer read that passage? Ok, I am kidding, but it looks like a lot truths for my walk with Jesus, but nothing that He is telling me to do. After all, I am accepted, chosen, and adopted. Go me!

In case you didn’t guess, I am a very literal person. A command should be phrased like one: DO this. DON”T do that. STOP doing bad. START doing good. You know, really easy for even my kindergartener to understand. But this passage isn’t phrased that way. There is even something in verse 9 about a MYSTERY—No kidding! After all, it is written by the same guy who wrote to the Corinthians about riddles and enigmas.

But then, I looked again. I switched versions (more than once, but that is just me) and there it was in black and white INSTRUCTIONS to ME:

Be holy and blameless.

Be to the praise of His glory.

Hear the Word of truth.

How did I miss that?! Because I was looking for directives based upon rules and regulations, rather than my relationship with Jesus. It is so easy for me to measure myself against a list of rules about my actions, like some kind of Ten Commandment checklist. Much harder to inspect my HEART and be honest about the ugliness that I see. Actions are somehow apart from me. Or based upon physical circumstances: I had a bad day or was overly tired, therefore I did (fill in the blank). But to look at my heart, the core of who I am and see dark, forgotten corners of the former me, takes courage that I don’t always have.

And that is why I am thankful for His Glorious Grace.

First Day of School.

At the intersection of earlier bedtimes and mountains of paperwork for mom, is an amazing miracle of life: Newness. A miracle? Yes.  It is remarkable how our brains are wired in that almost anything new is exciting (I had to say almost everything since I have never been to prison or stranded on a desert island, though even the latter might be fun for a day or two). Seriously. I get excited about new aluminum foil and dishwashing detergent...even if it's the same brand-I like having a full container. 

Newness is one of life's gifts to us. It tells me that yesterday is forgotten. That I have another chance. A grown-up do-over, so-to-speak.

For that reason, I have a confession: I have always loved the first day of school and disliked all the rest. I am a huge school supporter and educate my kids all summer long. But once the newness is gone, What is there to look forward to?

Somewhere in the 179 days that follow each year,  greatness is found. Disciplines are established. True friendships are forged. Respect is learned.  Gratitude is launched.

So, here's to loving all those other days in life, the ones that really count.  Because grades are not handed out on any firsts.

My Tools.

Yup, I am one of those ultra-organized people who became ultra-disorganized when I had kids. Some people call it Mommy Brain. I call it Losing my Way. I lost a large part of who I was designed to be. That piece of me that made me ME.

I could not find my Bible...or my journal. .or a pen. EVER. So, I thought that getting a device could fix the problem I 'borrowed' my husband's iPad for months until he very kindly hinted that he would like it back. (And I don't mean that sarcastically- he really was kind). I finally bought a Smartphone when my old phone died. The Bible apps and journal capabilities rock! But I still can't see my desk.

I had to go to our never-used living room to take this picture. But there is good news: I have decided to change.  Is that all it takes? Oftentimes,  yes. It means working when I am tired. When I would rather be watching television. Is it perfect? No, but I have made a choice to turn my dreams into Action.

Next: My View.

My Time.

Today marks a first for this technology- avoidant woman. Please note: I did not say challenged,  I said avoidant. I'm young and hip...I just happened to be the last of my friends to get a Smart Phone or Instagram account. What's it to ya? I mean, these things are really not necessary for life, says the girl whose parents have never owned a microwave and sister refuses to have a Facebook account.

So, what am I embarking on? A 7-day Instagram Challenge. I will also share it here since it ties so closely to revealing who I am. This challenge is tied to my heart because it unveils the key to having a husband, 3 young boys, 3 jobs (including co-owning a small business with my husband), and a longer to-do list than is humanly possible...and staying sane in the process.

It is centered around my mornings. We all get 365 (366 on lucky years) of them every year.  They are the compass to my day. When I start strong, I finish strong. As a wife, a mom, an employee, a boss, a friend, a mentor, a daughter,  a sister, a leader. When I start well, I finish well. Let's not talk about those other days :-)

Day #1: My Time. I get up at 4:00 a.m. Monday-Friday. Yes that is 0400 for any military types. It is the only way that I can read the Word, pray, study, and reflect before starting work (from home) before getting everybody started on their day. So, four it is. I fought long and hard to sleep a little later and still squeeze it all in. But even ironing 5 outfits and packing backpacks the night before is not going to allow me to get 5 people fed, dressed, and out the door in 30 minutes.

I got their gradually (and still catch up on zzzs on weekends), but I love having my daily bit of quiet solitude to recharge my mind and spirit, not just the body.

TOMORROW:  My Tools.

Who am I?

Who am I?

According to Google, I am this:

Tagline

A girl who studied to be a registered nurse and grew up to be a wife and mom and evolved into a casting director...and loving every moment of the journey.

 

Introduction

Gifted to watch people. Raised on grits. Blessed to know sweet tea. Studied to care. Explored the world through the eyes of Hollywood. Trained to act. Born to cast.
 

Bragging rights

3 boys...0 epidurals.

 

But, who is Ayoka Nelson Billions?

 

Everything above is completely true, but it doesn't delve into the deepest parts of who I am. My soul, the very core of my being, belongs to the One who created me, rescued me from hell (and my own destructive nature), and walks beside me each day on this earth, celebrating the highs and helping to lift the lows.

 

So, I am blogging. Not for clients or customers. But for friends and for me.