The Holy Spirit Comes Like Coffee

Lately I have been super duper consumed by my kids (said every mom, ever). As you may or may not know, I have half a dozen of them ranging from 10 months, to 14 years. Providing nutrition via the womb requires a placenta, which apparently is formed by all of a mother’s brain cells, rendering her an incoherent shell of a being during pregnancy and motherhood thereafter. I have found my phone in the refrigerator. I will shout out random nouns in an attempt to ask someone to pass me something. “Diane, please hand me the (attempted word here is “spatula”) dog, er the salt.. I mean, that! The uh KEYS. CRANK NABBIT THE THING I STIR WITH!!

My brain is cabbage.

I think this has been a contributing factor in a larger issue I’ve had in my faith life. While trying to navigate some complexities with homeschooling, I’ve been in prayer and feeling like God is on the other side of something thick and tall, something hard to see over, through, or around. I know He’s on the other end of the line, but I just can’t make out what He’s saying. Maybe I’m just too distracted. My mind is too messy for some clear communication with my Maker. But if I’m being honest with myself, I know in my heart that He’s calling me to my bible. I realize that sounds super tight and tidy. A simple statement that I’m sure can be found word for word in more than a few Christian publications. So what’s the hold up?

I’ve never been a great bible-reader. Is that a thing? I have read and read, and often it seemed to blow right past me. I know there are so many beautiful and complex messages in there, but I don’t feel qualified to identify them. Mom brain and all. So I prefer to leave that to the pros. Whether I let If:Equip walk me through a passage, or my pastors, or a beautifully bound devotional that looks so pretty next to my coffee cup. And I’m sure those are all good things. Like, REALLY good things. But right now, I feel a whisper in my heart that is asking me to come directly to the Word. I have this voice telling me that any self doubt (you won’t get it, it’s too deep, too wordy, it gets boring and over your head) is coming from an enemy. This morning, I yield to that voice instead of the enemy. Because I think that voice is the Holy Spirit telling me that God’s Word is waiting for me. This morning I want to do more to draw close to the Lord.

So before I started this post, I opened Acts. It’s a book I love, because it’s the very beginning of this side of Victory. It’s where the Church, armed with the Holy Spirit, picks up and starts it’s mission. But when I opened Acts, the first verse begins “In my former book, Theophilus, I wrote about all the Jesus began to do and teach…” and in that moment I knew I needed to start with Luke (the book referred to in this passage). And so I did.

That experience right there? That’s being led by the Spirit. It’s not always big, or loud, or newsworthy. But it was sweet, like a kiss on the head I give my kiddos when they’re being obedient and actually doing that bit of copywork that might not seem super rich or vital, but has this important purpose in their learning. Thank you Holy Spirit, because I know that you know the state of my mind. You know my struggles and weaknesses, and you have no expectations that surpass my own abilities. Instead, you provide me any clarity I need, even if only a little bit. It’s all for a greater purpose, and I trust You with my messy mind. 


Wait.. What?

So once upon a time, at least two babies ago, I was determined to become a Blogger. I would faithfully post at least three clever, informative, witty, and beautifully illustrated articles per week. They would  offer my flock of readers an enjoyable read whilst they indulged in their morning cuppa, and inspire them to take better care of themselves. They would be energized and motivated to declutter their houses, try out new personal styles, take confident steps towards new life goals, and grow closer to their creator.


Instead, I revisited a year ago, and in the most decisive and cowardly way, I deleted all of my posts and put my little failure on hiatus. But today, oh sweet readers (all seven of you, I’m looking at YOU, If Table) I’m BACK.

So buckle up, and check in while this bad boy is suffering some growing pains. Consider the dead ends and broken buttons my stretch marks. I’ll get it all sorted out. Click through my ancient posts in the meantime, while I work on my personal journey through homeschooling, teenagers, and my own spiritual walk.

It’s gonna be big.

The Big Post (hang in there til then end, mmmkay?)

This entire weekend, the hubbins was around. He was feeling less-than-stellar. As I had committed to staying off the computer when he’s around, an insightful blog post was put on hiatus. Now, had I been truly thoughtful, I would have just started writing something down on paper. Alas, I knitted instead. I thought about blogging. I really did. I intend to post on topics such as supporting WAHMs (work at home moms), budgeting, investment pieces (as in that pricey purse, not as in real investing folks), feeling beautiful inside and out. I have some DIYs I want to work on and share with you. The truth is, I’ve been pretty distracted. This is nothing new. So let me talk a bit about me.

I have four kids, 10 and under. I hope to have more. I am not a supreme housekeeper, cook, or organizer. I wish I had more patience, and I wish I had more ‘stick-to-itive-ness’.  I love Jesus. I want to love Him more. I want to be receptive to God’s voice, and do what He asks me to do.  Now, seeing as I haven’t yet heard a particularly clear “Kim, I would like you to INSERT COMMAND HERE…” I have to go with what I know might please Him.

What on earth does this have to do with your sexy mommy style blog Kim?

Not much. But kind of everything.

This silly blog. I originally was going to try to keep my faith a bit muted, so as not to offend anyone that might read, but not agree. Nope. That won’t work. I want you to know why I think this is important, relevant, and what it’s about. I’m reaching out to women, and I want them to hear me. So listen up girly.

If you read every once in awhile, my hope is that you take something away that helps you feel more beautiful.. whether it’s some cute way to style your bangs, some neat product that will tame your tendrils, or just a boost of  ‘go get-em’.

With every post I make, I want you to know that God loves you. That you are beautiful, and that He knows the number of hairs on your pretty head. I’m totally serious.

Luke 12:7.
6 “What is the price of five sparrows—two copper coins? Yet God does not forget a single one of them. 7 And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.

Now why on earth is that important to Him?

Because you ARE His.

Let me tell you, I am feeling pretty dumpy this morning. Jammy pants, icky hair, yucky face. I just feel bleh. But as I write this, I know I’m going to get up, clean up, and fluff up a little. When I read Luke 12:6 and 12:7, I am reminded that God knows me inside and out. That he knows when I feel greasy and gross, and he knows when I’ve tried to fluff up a bit. And honestly, I want to make Him smile. I want to take care of myself, because I know I’m loved.

Imagine a little girl, maybe 4 or 5. She dives into a pile of dress ups, and does her absolute best to put together an ensemble worthy of only the classiest pretend-wedding. She might put some blush on her cheeks and paint her nails. Her hair might be in random pig tails that she struggled and winced to get into her hair. She might be clomping around in shoes that are only 11 sizes too big. But she has tried so hard. And why? So that you will admire her.

And don’t you? Don’t you smile at her and adore her? Not because she looks super chic! But because she is precious. Absolutely precious. And wouldn’t you rather see her dress up and enjoy, and even feel good about herself? As opposed to being self-doubting, self conscious, depressed.. Imagine your own daughter, who you gave birth to with your body, or your heart. Imagine her feeling terrible about herself. Feeling inadequate.. Doesn’t it break your heart?

I am no bible guru. I have so much to learn before I could even attempt to teach.. but I KNOW this..

God’s heart breaks for you. Christ’s heart broke for you.

Whether you are a believer now or not.. Whether you were once upon a time, and then got lost. He’s always been there, on the front porch of your heart. Excitedly expecting you to open the door to Him. And you know what? You look perfect.

1 Peter 3:3-4
3 Don’t be concerned about the outward beauty of fancy hairstyles, expensive jewelry, or beautiful clothes. 4 You should clothe yourselves instead with the beauty that comes from within, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is so precious to God.

There’s nothing wrong with wanting to look and feel beautiful. I think there’s everything right with it, as a matter of fact. But I just want you to remember that the phrase “it’s what’s on the inside that counts” isn’t only cliche. It’s just plain ol’ truth. The boost we get from a pretty purse, or a good hair day is only going to be temporary. Let’s remember that, okay? Let’s remember to work on the inside with the outside.

And now, back to our regularly scheduled cool stuff..POLYVORE.

An uber cool website that let’s you virtually shop for outfits and accessories. Set up an account, watch the tutorial, and start playing dress-up online. I stumbled upon it when cruising Pinterest. I’d see these awesome images, and just followed the links. Here are a few of my favorites lately:

Yellow and grey

Just click on the image to visit Polyvore. Do this when kids are napping, or it’s bedtime. You will be spending some time here… Enjoy!