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FiveMinuteFridays-Release

It's Saturday, not Friday...so maybe I should call this six minute saturdays :)  I started my post yesterday with Lisa Jo Baker's word for the week "release" and thats just what i had to do...release. relax. go with the flow and try for another day....
If motherhood is also known as the ministry of interruptions than I definitely ministered (happily) yesterday....so here I am revisiting the word early on Saturday with morning birds calling, gutters dripping, and puddles shining with sky clearing sun that promises a beautifully steamy June day....

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The more i walk down the fast and at the same time slow steps of being a mama...or actually just living for that matter...the more I have to let go of things "just so" ....
Release preconceived notions....
Release mandatory to do lists
Release seemingly perfect
Release expectations
Release a day

Something about being a parent (or for that matter any sort of free fall job)
is that you learn to bend and be flexible or break! 

I'm getting better at  releasing....some days...
Yesterday the girls wanted to kiddie pool play...i wasn't feeling dragging that out and cleaning it out
So I suggested the sprinkler and water balloons...
That was -oh-so summertime fun...but we decided to amp it up a bit...
Shaving Cream...

A few times a year I let the girls paint themselves silly in men's shaving cream just for fun and then dunk in the pool or rinse off in the sprinkler...
It's like a fun gold mine for $1.47 thanks to a bottle of cheap Barbasol...
You would have thought they were at a theme park...the fun continued until all of the man-scented foam was drained out of the can...
It was a mess, more than I had anticipated and one that I wouldn't do every day or even weekly....
But it was all apart of release...the idea of releasing part of the day to them...to create and play in the way that they would like....

God is in the releasing business...
He released the world to Adam and Eve's care...gave them dominion...gave them the job of naming all of His creations...gave them freedom, responsibility, creativity, and along with all that gave them a sense of ownership

We are given our children...they are really just leased to us...one day we have to re-lease them back to God and trust the all of them and all of their needs to His care...and really that begins every day...the first time we have to leave them with a sitter, the first time they ride a bike by themselves, the first time they go off to school....the first time they spill open a box of cereal all over the tiles and smile....
I believe that we gift our children with joy when we release them to a little bit of free, messy play of their inspiration....nothing seems to make their smile work all the way up to their eyes ...like free inventive play....
We 're-lease' part of the day to them....they get ownership

Sure we might be creating a bit of a mess, a bit of a hassle, but we are finding that beautiful word hidden in release...ease

Letting go of perfect, clean, our having to have control over all situations really lets us find 'ease'....
When I let them go and have fun with that bottle of shaving cream i don't have to find something for them to do...i do have to supervise it, but nothing i can say will top the laughs they squeal out as they run throughout the grass resembling snow men in bathing suit tutus...

Releasing things that i clench on to a little too tightly...things that i really need to let go of like clean dishes, grass free pants, and perfect friendships also helps me release bigger things like grudges, insecurities...extra junk that weighs me down...i release and then i experience the ease of less control, more trust...more fun

My kids run trying to chase firefly phantoms as they crackle neon fire over grass blades...
The youngest flails around unable to catch the elusive flying sparks, but two of them stealthily move and can actually catch them now...
I watch middle girl hold minuscule fire in her hands and smile....
We have to let it go....we might let him spend the night mason jar style but next morning he'll be back to flittering around with his backside fireworks...
We catch him and then release him to keep lighting up this patch of backyard...

Our kids are like that too as are our friends and loved ones...
We catch their love and then release it ....

Our days are opportunities to play catch and release too...
We catch them fresh every day from the hand of God and then release them back to Him...we roll with His plans instead of insist our own...and when we surrender to those plans we do feel a release, a sense of ease..... a sense of being a long for the ride, not knowing exactly where the road of twenty four hours might take you
A release of our own agenda to catch His adventure

Just like my girls claw at phantom fireflies we catch our days and with all of the sum of them we end up catching our lives and then releasing them back to God glow...
Sort of like what Jesus tells the disciples a few times...If you want to save your life, you'll lose it...if you lose your life for Him, you will find it

We let the fireflies and the days alike go and then we see them light up again and fly 

It's an endless cycle of catch - release, catch - release 

shaving cream fun 

Comments

  1. Sounds like you guys had a blast!! And you made some memories!

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  2. Beautiful Somer. And thanks....I needed to be reminded to release today.

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