First Lesson

First Lesson

"Lie back daughter, let your head be tipped back in the cup of my hand. Gently, and I will hold you. Spread your arms wide, lie out on the stream and look high at the gulls. A dead- man's float is face down. You will dive and swim soon enough where this tidewater ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe me, when you tire on the long thrash to your island, lie up, and survive. As you float now, where I held you and let go, remember when fear cramps your heart what I told you: lie gently and wide to the light-year stars, lie back, and the sea will hold you."

-Philip Booth

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The Survivor Series giveaway is still live!  Share a #survivorseries post for a chance to win $150+ in coffee, music, books, and other survival essentials.  Click here for details.

You guys, I wrote some books!  They’re really good and if you buy them and read them I will bake you cookies.*  You can get it on Amazon, from Barnes & Noble, and in bookstores August 1.  

 

*and eat them myself because you live too far away.

Hope (On Grown-Up Optimism)

I am the kind of person that is often frustrated that there is no jazz-hands emoji.   That is to say I'm an optimist. The glass isn't half-full.  It's all the way full if you think about it, because no one ever fills it to the rim anyway, that would be silly.  And if it's 3/4 of the way full we should just round up!  Cheers!

Between my natural disposition and my training in PR, I am THE QUEEN of silver linings.  This is not an entirely positive trait.

I had to learn how to sit with hurt - to just let things suck when they sucked.  I learned that when I was sad or mad or hurting, I didn't need a positive spin, I needed to let it be.  This taught me that when other people are sad or mad or hurting, they don't need silver linings.   They need someone to sit down beside them and say, "Yeah, this sucks.  It's the worst.  I'll sit here with you, if you want.   And if you want to be alone, I'll just fold the laundry on my way out the door."  I am growing in this.

I am still an optimist, but I am no longer a rainbows-and-unicorns optimist; I 've seen enough of life to know that things are not always good.

When I was in high school my optimism looked like **jazz hands**.   Today, it looks like hope.

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I believe unswervingly that there is always hope. I believe that everything is redeemable.  Everything.

The thing is, redemption almost never looks the way I think it will.

Isn't that always the way?   They looked for a king and got a baby.  They looked for a conqueror and got a servant.  They looked for a throne and got a cross.  Redemption never looks like you think it will.  It's hard to see coming.

My life looks nothing like I imagined, in a lot of good ways, but also in some hard ways.  I have no idea how things are going to turn out.  I've given up guessing, because I'm not yet thirty and I have three kids and three books and I've moved 8 times so just WHATEVER.  But I am not discouraged by the fact that I have no idea what's going on, or by the fact that a whole lot of things look pretty darn UNREDEEMED.   I am steadfast in hope because of this glorious mystery:

Christ in me, the hope of glory.

I have Christ in me.  I can't not live a redemption story.  I could no sooner stop hoping than stop breathing.   I can't stop thinking that everything is going to turn out great, because I actually believe it.  

I actually believe in crazy-grace and Jesus the death-conqueror.  I actually believe that I could not extinguish the love, the providence, or the delivering, sustaining arms of God if I tried.   I am His, and He won't stop redeeming my life.  (Oh my word, is this what it is to trust?)

Christ in me, the hope of glory.  That phrase is tattooed on the front lobe of my brain these days, on the inside of my eyelids.  That is where my hope lies.  That's the source of the spring of my relentless, grown-up optimism.

 

So maybe you are in the middle of surviving, and are running a little short on hope and optimism. Maybe you thought redemption would look like healing, but you're finding it looks more like purpose. Maybe you thought it would look like saving that relationship, but you're finding it looks more like beauty from ashes. Maybe you thought it would look like a good job, just in the nick of time, but you're finding it looks more like a tribe of people to carry you through. Maybe you thought redemption would look like a baby, but you're finding it looks more like the birth of compassion, a calling.

I don't know what it's going to look like like, but I know that it's gonna be good.  I know that some days will suck like leeches, but it's going to be okay.  I have Christ in me, his breath in my lungs, and he makes everything glorious.

Hope has become an accidental theme of my life.  I chose Hope as the middle name for my daughter, not knowing the prophecy on my own tongue.  She is Madeline the hope-giver, and she is glorious. 

I am a grown-up optimist.  I cannot have it any other way.

"As for me, I will always have hope, for He who promised is faithful."  (Psalm 71: 4 and Hebrews 10:23) Kate

#SurvivorSeries

 

The Survivor Series giveaway is still live!  Share a #survivorseries post for a chance to win $150+ in coffee, music, books, and other survival essentials.  Click here for details.

You guys, I wrote some books!  They’re really good and if you buy them and read them I will bake you cookies.*  You can get it on Amazon, from Barnes & Noble, and in bookstores August 1.  

 

*and eat them myself because you live too far away.

Ambushed (And How You Can Help)

Yesterday I was ambushed.  In the best way. Around lunch I started getting texts from friends that were receiving their Amazon pre-orders in the mail.

Then my friend Heather Instagrammed a picture of the books on the shelf (early!) in Virginia.  I shared it, and the floodgates opened.

ALL YOU AMAZING HUMAN BEINGS started posting and tagging and heading to your local Lifeway stores, and celebrating.  I was BLOWN AWAY.

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I handled this turn of events not at all by lying on my back on the living room floor and listening to love songs.   I need professional help.

Here is a quick update, what you can expect of the next 2 weeks, and how you can help.

Update:  The books are now in Lifeway stores and in stock on Amazon.  The official release day is still August 1, after that it will be at Barnes & Noble, etc. .  They ARE available for Kindle and Nook.

Now what?:  It's a progressive book release!  Like a progressive dinner only with less drinking and driving!    We are gearing up for August 1 with an amazing giveaway in which we are giving away an iPad, some Amazon gift cards, and autographed copies of the books.  You can enter here:  "Enough" iPad Giveaway

The Survivor Series will continue here for 2 more weeks.  So far we've covered surviving parenting, surviving jealousy, surviving a move, surviving when you're not "doing what you love," and surviving by LAUGHING.   Still to come:  surviving break ups, surviving faith, surviving "The News," and the things that carry us through - like music, community, and beach vacations.  Tomorrow's post is about hope.  You can read all the posts here:  Survivor Series

There will be quite a few blogger reviews and giveaways going up in the coming weeks, too!  I can't even.  I will be sharing links to them on Facebook and Twitter.  If you don't follow me there, now is a good time to start!    (Facebook.   Twitter.)

So many of you have asked how you can help.  This blesses me in ways you cannot even know.  Here are some practical things you can do that would be the most helpful.

Write an honest review, anything you say would be helpful.  Amazon reviews are particularly helpful.

Share the book on social media.   The more the merrier.  I'd love to see pictures of you with it, or of how and where you're sitting down to read.  Breakfast table?  Nap time?  Airplane?  Evening on the porch?  Feel free to share quotes that you enjoy; I'd love it if you did.  Use the hashtag!  Include #10Things in your captions and comments, it will be amazing to see them all.

I bookmarked this article last year because it was spot on:  10 Ways to Help Your Favorite Author.  It's a quick read that gets it right.

Mostly, just THANK YOU.  I am humbled and stunned and doing a lot of dancing and praying and lying on the floor.  This is not for me, this is FOR YOU.  It is my great, big, audacious prayer that everyone who is supposed to read this book will read it.  Thanks for helping me tell everyone about it.

And to all a good night. ***Turns up Ben Rector/John Legend/Coldplay/Colibe/Ingrid/Sara B./ALL THE SOUNDTRACKS*** Kate

Surviving a Move

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From my inbox this month:

"We will probably be moving from Texas to Connecticut (God is really hilarious) when baby #2 is about 8 weeks old. I have never moved with one kid, much less a 3 year old and a newborn and I was thinking about who I knew who had moved with kids and naturally you came to mind.  Do you have any advice you could give me about moving with kids?  Anything would be helpful."

I move a lot.  If I’m counting every home, I’ve moved 8 times in 7 years.  It comes with its own set of challenges, but mostly I don’t mind.  (HAVEN’T minded.  For the sake of my babies and my own tired heart, I’m ready to be finished for a bit.)

A major move is among one of the most stressful life events a person can experience (it ranks near the top along with the death of a loved one, divorce, pregnancy/new baby, and getting fired).  Even a positive move for positive reasons is a total disruption of almost every category of life.   Different jobs, different homes, different streets, different friends, different grocery stores, different hair dressers, different daily interactions.  Add the stress of packing/unpacking, the inevitable financial hit, and the affect the process has on children, and WHOA.

No matter how wonderful the situation to which you’re headed, you must uproot - and uprooting is stressful.

I wrote a post called “Puppy Box” a few months ago, right after we arrived in Raleigh.  It was about surviving life-change.  The three things in that little post are what I would tell to anyone who is staring straight down the barrel into a major life change – move, divorce, death, pregnancy, et al.   There is no quick fix, but I think that those are the start to a real one.

I am still personally pressing through that list, holding my own toes to the fire, doing the next right thing.  I am cultivating a beautiful space, I am sharing with my safe friends, and I am finding routines that work for me.

As for the nuts and bolts of moving, I’ve learned a thing or two.  Here’s how I minimize the chaos:

1. When in doubt, throw it out.

(Or give it away).  Stuff costs.  The more stuff you have, the more stuff you have to wash.  And store.  And care for.  And fix.  More clothes don’t help you do laundry less.  They just help you put laundry off until you have THREE TIMES AS MUCH to do.  I halved my wardrobe 2 moves ago and it changed my life.  I got rid of our coffee table and it changed my life.  I got rid of all but one set of glasses – because why?  I am in a constant state of re-evaluating “need,” and moving is a perfect time to do it.  You already have to lay hands on everything.  If you don’t want to move it, consider how badly you really want to have it.

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2.  ZIP-LOCK BAGS.

What goes in them?  Makeup, nail polish, 24956230946243 pieces of play kitchen food, silverware, Play Doh tubs, scarves – I put every sub-category of thing in its own bag and when I look down into my organized moving boxes my heart swells with joy.   There’s nothing floating or rattling around in boxes.  Everything shuts and stacks neatly.  Be still my heart.  Hefty makes Jumbo sized ones, 2.5 gallons or something amazing.  They are the new heavens and the new earth.

3. Don’t undervalue comfort items.

In your overnight bag, pack your kids’ cup, plate, sheets, towel, soap, and nightlight.  Of course you could do without them for a day or two, but in keeping as much familiarity as possible, you give those little hearts some tiny anchors.  They’ll sleep better and transition better, and therefore so will you.

4.  Use disposable dinnerware and/or eat take out for a week, or three.

The environment will understand.   50% of all your boxes will be kitchen boxes.  This allows you to JUST DO IT.   No “Will I need a colander this week?  A knife?”   Save the time and mental energy of categorizing and planning and agonizing – you have more important places to spend it.

5.  Color-coordinate your boxes by room.

Get a few rolls of colored duct tape and slap a piece on your boxes so that all your helpers (YOU HAVE HELPERS, RIGHT?) don’t have to ask you where every. single. thing. goes.  And you won’t have to re-move everything after they leave.  Blue tape?  Bedroom.  White?  Kitchen.  GAME CHANGER.

6.  Set up your bed before your help leaves.

You’re going to be exhausted, and you’re going to want to sleep in your own bed like you want to BREATHE.  As the truck gets emptier and people start asking, “Is that all?  Is there anything else?”  Say, “Yes!”  Pay them in pizza or ice cream or whatever you have, but assemble the frame while the help’s still good.  At 11:00 at night when you walk into your room, sweaty and spent, the difference between a bed and a pile of beams and screws will be the difference between life and death.

7.  It’s a marathon, not a sprint.

Early on, it’s easy to one-more-thing yourself to death.  I get excited about nesting and settling in.  I love unpacking.  I love creating a beautiful space.  I want to create Apartment Therapy-worthy bookshelves and hang ALL THE GALLERY WALLS.  But that’s a recipe for burn-out.  The kids’ and mine.  I am learning to say, “That’s enough for today.”  Eat dinner with your kids.  Don’t unpack the plates while they munch, sit and look them in the eye.  Play the Wii amidst the boxes.  Get out of that chaotic house and go for walk.  Turn off the music and sit in the quiet.  Sleep.  It’s a marathon, not a sprint.

8.  If you can get someone to watch the kids for a week, do it.

Send ‘em to Grandma’s.  A week will sound like FOREVER.  It will be hard, and you’ll miss them.  But when they get to their new home, it will be a HOME.   If you can, schedule it so they’re gone for the 2 days before moving day, the day of, and 2 days after.  You’ll be able to move 12 times as fast, you’ll be able to pack up their rooms and toys without saving things for “the last minute.”  You’ll be able to run errands – drop off the donations, clear the boxes, make their beds, GET GROCERIES.   It will save them from the most chaotic part, and alleviate some of your mom-guilt for being busy and feeling like they’re in the way.

Also these 2 moving hack links are ON POINT.

 Brilliant Moving Tips

Master Moving Hacks

And with regard to finding your way in a new city (literally or metaphorically), don't be afraid to turn around.  You're never lost if you know how to get home.

You can do this.

 

The Survivor Series giveaway is still live!  Share a #survivorseries post for a chance to win $150+ in coffee, music, books, and other survival essentials.  Click here for details.

You guys, I wrote some books!  They’re really good and if you buy them and read them I will bake you cookies.*  You can get it on Amazon, from Barnes & Noble, and in bookstores August 1.  

 

*and eat them myself because you live too far away.

Happy Friday

Happy Friday, friends!

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Survivor series continues next week, talking about moves and hope and music!

I'M A SURVIVOR, I'M NOT 'GON GIVE UP, I'M NOT 'GON STOP, WHAT, I'M 'GON WORK HARDER.

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Love, Beyonce. I mean Kate. Potato, po-tah-to.