Moving!

I am officially announcing my move to Sheila-Lynne.  In a extremely authentic move; I have decided to use my name for my blog.  Something, that had not been a consideration until I started this blog.  I am sorry for so many frequent moves, but it is something that I must do for my own feelings on keeping authentic.  You can now find me here.

I hope you all follow along with  my move.  Thank you!

Sheila-Lynne

Community Service Requirements for High School Students

The highest reward for a person’s work is not what they get for it, but what they become because of it. John Ruskin

I believe that volunteering as a high school student shows a young adult that they can support their community in positive, helpful ways.  That while they are not getting paid with cash, they are learning from it, and becoming a better person because of the fact they have volunteered.  Many students argue that it takes up their time that they could be doing other things, like hanging out with friends or studying.  What they don’t understand is that in volunteering they are learning valuable life skills.  Skills that will help them later in life, both in their personal life, and in their career.  I wish they would have started that requirement back when I was still in school.  However, I will be sure to teach my kids that volunteering is beneficial, and I think that it is important for every person to do what they can for their community and their country.  No matter where they live.

 

Pay It Forward,

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Hello Friends!

 

In the spirit of the topic “Serve,” today I will be sharing my thoughts on volunteering.  While currently, I do not volunteer anywhere, I have in the past quite a bit.  As a teenager, I volunteered at the local hospital as a aide; also I assisted in a local daycare class when they went on class trips or needed an extra hand in the class room.  As years went on, the volunteering dwindled.  However, now as a displaced domestic goddess, I have time on my hands to volunteer around Columbus.  So I have been looking for opportunities where I can lend a hand and serve my community.  I love knowing that what I assist with helps people in a beneficial way.  Do any of you volunteer?  If you do, what do you do, do you enjoy it?  I would love to begin an open dialogue this month with my readers.  I would love to hear about your experiences.  Please feel free to comment or to link me to your blog where I can learn about your experiences!

Paying It Forward,

 

NaBloPoMo – September: Serve

NaBloPoMo – September: Serve

 

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Hello Friends!

 

September begins with Labor Day, and for some the beginning of the school year.  And for others, the month is filled with thoughts of service.  This month to continue with that topic, I thought I would join up with BlogHer’s NaBloPoMo and blog along with several other ladies as we join together in writing about our thoughts on the topic, “Serve.”  If you would like to blog along, feel free to click the picture above or the linky in my sidebar.  They both link back to their NaBloPoMo page.

 

Authenticity Rocks,

God’s Love

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How God shows His love in our lives as women

 

Every woman wants to know her purpose. She wants to know exactly what God has put her on earth for.  “is it to have a family?”  Or perhaps a path that puts her in the business world, perhaps she is a woman who has her own biz selling Scentsy or Avon.  Clearly, it is evident that a woman’s creation is one that leads into all facets of life.  Every woman is oozing with a beautiful spirituality as long as she opens her soul to Christ’s intent.

It is here where God has placed me, in the path to lead other women to His gracious love and guidance.  He will carry us over our fear and doubt, and give us the ambition to walk in His light, and to use our gifts to tell His story of love and forgiveness.  I am reminded daily, as I sit and think about what I will write to share with all of my readers, that even when it feels like I’m breathing, but questioning if I am truly alive, that I remember I am not yet where I belong yet.  That I am not yet where I belong.

We all have a great blessing that is holding us, protecting us.  That no matter what this world gives us everyday, we can look to Jesus.  When we are lost, we can be found in Him.  God’s love will sustain us. 

I know that when I am sitting here on my laptop, working on my blog, or on my school work; and my children are distracting, I find peace in christian music, and my prayers of peace to my heavenly father.  And in that moment, He guides me and pulls me from spinning out of control.  It brings me back from my questioning of how lost I am.  He comes to me, and takes my hand.  God will most definitely find me in the darkest of places.  I have had my faith buried so deep, and now I know that I am going to put my faith in Him, and give Him my hand, and He will cleanse me.  He’ll shelter me from anything, and he will let me rest when everything falls apart.  He will hold me in His arms.

So, my sisters and brothers; Will you reach out and take His hand?  Or will you keep your trust and faith buried away for another day?

 

 

In His Holy Name,

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Listening To: “I Choose Jesus” – Moriah Peters

Faithful Fridays

God promises to love me all day,
sing songs all through the night!
~Psalm 42:5-7

I’ve been scouring my links of blogs for ones that are Faith-based.  I am finding that I need encouragement from fellow sisters in faith to encourage my walk in Christ.  I have been praying for God’s guidance all week, and when I finally decided to “Let Go, and Let  God,” He sent me this quote.  The only encouragement I need is from my Heavenly Father, I realize this now.  However, I would absolutely LOVE to connect with other women who are Christians, to talk, bond, and encourage one another.  Are you someone who is looking for friendship, even in this blogverse?   Why don’t we connect and chat.   Feel free to connect with me via FB or Twitter, I’d even be willing to hook up on skype if you message me on FB alerting me to that option.   I pray that all of my readers have a wonderful and blessed day.

Authenticity Rocks,

How Many Times…

Sister, don’t you rename yourself. You see a tiny portion of your life; you do not see the entire story. Don’t name your day or your life or your identity based on any untruth about the Lord. You don’t know what happens next in your story, but you absolutely know the Lord wants good for you all the days of your life. You absolutely can bet on the truth that you are loved with an everlasting Love and you have a Father who will take care of all that you need.
Wait for the Lord. Wait for Him to turn the page before you rename yourself.

Was, the message today during my devotional study, Particularly important because of my desire to push myself in an authentic way everyday.  Please, Take a moment to read

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  • Ruth 4:13-17

May there be a message of hope for you there as well.  You can read it easily, here.  Now, on to my post for the day.  🙂

I wasn’t expecting to do a post today, not even one bit…

But like the lyrics in my new favorite song, “Well, everybody’s got a story to tell / And everybody’s got a wound to be healed / I want to believe there’s beauty here / ‘Cause oh, I get so tired of holding on / I can’t let go, I can’t move on / I want to believe there’s meaning here … Though I walk, Though I walk through the shadows / And I, I am so afraid / Please stay, please stay right beside me / With every single step I take / How many times have you heard me cry out? / And how many times have you given me strength?”  – “Need You Now (How Many Times)”By: Plumb.

While reading today’s devotion from She Reads Truth, God gave  me a very clear message reinforced by the beautiful music shared above.  He has been my strength time and time again though-out my life.  In good times, and in the darkness, He has been there.  Even now, when my soul cries out to Him, “I need You now!”  He is there, I may not have had my answer until today.  But He has chosen to bless me with the most beautiful message I could have ever have hoped for from my Father.  He is there, and He has given me strength.  He named me Sheila-Lynne.

He blessed me with the strength, to carry on.  He has stood right beside me, while I chose to give up my older boys for adoption.  He stood beside me giving me strength, while my children and I were homeless; me having been pregnant with my youngest at the time.  I have walked through the shadows, indeed.  But God’s glorious light, has seen me into the light.  He granted me strength, countless  times.

Our Heavenly Father wants to be there for us, He wants our praises constantly.  Not only should we sing His praises when everything in our lives is going well, but we should give praise, for the strength He grants, while we are struggling and on our knees in the dark.

It is my prayer today, that if you are on a hard road; and you feel all alone… Remember, He is there with you, guiding you.  You just need to keep going, trust that His will is to guide you to where you need to be in your life.  If you are afraid and alone – please seek out your sisters in faith and we will pray together.  For our Father to give you the strength you need to make it through the difficult times you are having.

May God Bless these words, and I pray they seek out someone who is in much need to hear the message,  that needs the strength of our Savior and His Father while they are in the dark, and seeking out God’s love and His light.

Authenticity Rocks,

Sheila-Lynne

A Scheduled Family Is A Happy Family

I haven’t ever been a scheduled woman, I am prompt, and follow my own drummer, however; now that I am getting back to school, I need a working schedule for myself and my family.  Without it, I am sure school will not go well at all, this is the schedule that I have come up with.

7:00 Wake, Pray, Make Bed

7:15 Spiritual Reading, Check Calendar

7:30 Shower, Dress, Fix Hair and Make-up

7:45 Check Email, Post Blog Entry

8:00 Set table, load dishwasher, start breakfast

8:15 Wake kids, supervise room tidying and bed making, potty-time/change diapers

9:00 Zone cleaning, unload dishwasher from previous night, de-clutter (5 minutes each)

9:15 Clean up after breakfast, load dishwasher, give kids activity to do

10:15 Outside time

11:15 Inside kids help unload dishwasher and “reboot” laundry

NOON Lunch, read to kids, do dinner prep, prepare naptime water cups

12:45 Brush teeth

1:00 Kids naptime

1:30 Next days’ blog

2:30 Check homework plan

3:00 Wake/feed/playtime Scarlet

4:00 Wake kids potty time/change diapers

4:15 Snack, Dinner prep, “hot spots” 5 minute “room rescue”

5:00 Homework

5:45 Feed Scarlet

6:00 Dinner

6:45 Brush teeth, Kids pj’s

7:00 Clean Kitchen/Dining Room/Run Dishwasher

7:30 Empty Trash can, lay out clothes

7:45 Make morning cups, prep breakfast/Check locks

8:00 Homework

10:00 Spend time together, talk, read

11:00 Sleep

I have taken years finding one that I stick to, I am praying that I stick to this one, I am implementing it slowly but surely.  I live by the saying, “If Momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.”  And right now, this hipster momma ain’t happy.  Over the years I have began reading several blogs by mothers.  Do you have a household schedule?  What have you found that works for you?   If you could give a fellow reader a tip, when beginning a schedule; What would that advice be?

Authenticity Rocks

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“You’ll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.”    ― Mandy Hale, The Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass

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     Fifteen years ago, authenticity was something I struggled with.  I was not the popular girl, or the cheerleader, I wasn’t the top student, or in any sports.  Coming from a family with four older siblings, and being adopted helped create a struggle deep in the depths of my core.  I didn’t know who I was.  When I looked into the mirror, the young girl I saw looking back at me was not someone I chose to accept.  I didn’t like that I was different.  That I was goth, but was in love with being what I still to this day consider being a country girl.

     Growing up in a upper-middle class community in southeastern Wisconsin, for me, was the worst nightmare anyone could endure.  I marched to my own drummer, even then.  I changed my hair color to black, wore black clothing, was obsessed with all things “Goth.”  Until one day, I met this boy in an automotive repair class.  M as I’ll call him, was a like the definition of amazing, in my dark world.  He was a country boy to the core of his being.  And he brought me more understanding of myself, than I am sure he ever realized so many years ago.  He was just back from boot camp, the day he strolled into class, in his cowboy boots, and blue jeans and the crisp white t-shirt he was wearing.  He offered to give me a ride home a few days later, and that began the insane spiral of transition from the depressed goth chick into a down-home country lyric singing teenage girl in love.    I changed everything I knew just to fit in with his friends.  My parents bought new clothes, cowgirl boots, and I dropped a cool hundred on a stetson cowboy hat.  A year and a half later, our love fizzled.  Away went the country girl clothes, and out came the goth clothing, but this time there was hipster punk inflections seen in my style.

     I was the embodiment of a teenage girl looking to fit in and be accepted wherever and by whomever would accept my wild style and outrageous actions.  In my small close knit group I was the rebel, the defender, the fighter.  My personality never changed, but the outward appearance was in constant battle with what was instyle in the popular crowd.

Until one day…

     When I moved out of that small opinionated town, how I saw myself changed.  I was unique, I was awesome, and everything I was should be accepted by everyone I wanted as my friend, or they could…kick rocks.  I made new friends with ease.  I had my own style and it changed with what my mood was at any given moment.  But I had a core style.  I was a hipster.  I had a devil-may-care attitude.  And that attitude taught me not to conform.

     To this day, that young girl – unwilling to conform, striving for independence, and beating to her own drummer still exists.  Even though I am now a parent of three amazing children, and I am getting back out into the world, going to school and revamping my life, I will not conform.  That is why I am going to school for eMarketing, for social media.  I want to be out there, be myself, make a difference.  Only this time?  That young vibrant girl now has a forum, and her voice will be heard.
This hipster is devoted to be authentic.  And I will raise my children to strive to be authentic.  This is the opportunity for me to fight for the goths, the scene kids, the Juggalos, the emo kids.  Not because I agree with everything each of them stand for,  but because it is their right, to – BE AUTHENTIC.

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Authenticity Rocks,

Sheila Lynne