Pointing fingers

So I did it again last night...I was really trying to be encouraging, trying to tell Jerod how great I think he is BUT instead I told him - you aren't doing enough, you really should be more, "God created you to be...".  Wives, why do we do it?  Why do we feel the need to hold everyone in our lives up to only God capable expectations?  Seriously I need to get better at small talk.  It would have been better to ask what do you want for dinner next week and talked about the possibility of some great new recipe.

You know my intentions really were good - well were they?  I don't really know - maybe they weren't completely.  I think maybe I was being a little sneaky.  It's so much easier to point the finger at someone else and say you know you are made for greater and you need to find your heart and passion and just jump - go for it - believe you can do anything if God made you for it.

God is screaming in a lot of areas of my life to be passionate, jump, be a fool for the sake of what He has laid out before me.  Really in the last two weeks God has kind of raked me through a lot of coals to see some things more clearly.  LOL but instead of looking inward and asking God what He wants me to do or rather how He would like me to respond - I pick a fight with my best friend - well not really a fight - I just get preachy and sit up on my throne of "I have this all figure out".

I guess I am just like most people...I don't want to set out without the guarantee of success and being liked, I would rather dwell in the city of wondering if I really can be who God wants rather than go and find out, I really do care too much about what others think.  So this week I am going to try to listen to what God has been saying and try to jump a little further out there.  It's nothing drastic, it's nothing life shattering, but I think God is telling me their is abundance around the corner and it ain't in conquering to do lists, but rather in living a little more out loud.  More to follow...

So just in case you are wondering how I left it with Jerod and cleaned up that mess...I woke up at 6 wrote him a letter declaring my true love for him no matter what he does, doesn't do, etc.  I joked about the graham cracker crumbs in our bed that he found when he laid down and said I could not wait to hear him sing in the car today with the kids.  Because when he sings and dances in the car with our kiddos I realize I don't really truly want to share his awesomeness with anyone else if I don't have to...