Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

What do you love? What do you treasure? What do you spend your time and money on?

Cute clothes?

Yes. Guilty as charged.

Decorations and cute pictures?

Yes. Guilty there too.

Of course I love other more noble things too. God. Family. Friends. Training my boys. Yes. But after reading the book, I realized that I also spend too much time and $$$ on cute clothes and decorations. There are poor, poor, starving people out there who don't even know Jesus, and I should spend more time and money on that.

One day we are all going to stand before God and give him an account on how we spend our money, time and resources. And how we have handled the precious gospel that He entrusted to us.

You are not going to wish you spent more time and money being comfortable, buying cute stuff to make yourself happy. You will wish you invested more of yourself into things of eternal value and to glorifying him.

And what do you think about most during the day? What do you focus on? Just the kids and cleaning and cooking and family and friends and blogging/facebook? Reading the bible and praying each day for a little while?

Uh, guilty there too.

The main thing I learned from the book is that my heart and mind all day need to actively focus more on God and the people around me. Telling people about Jesus who don't know him. And encouraging and discipling those that already do know him. Of course training my kids to know Jesus also tops my list. I find myself looking intently into Twain's eyes and telling him, "Jesus! Jesus is all that matters!"

And Twain beams as he looks back at me, swinging his feet, and says "Jeh-Jus!"

From the outside, my week looked about as ordinary as could be. Mostly just taking care of kids and stuff. But now that I am thinking and seeing things differently, it was one of the more extraordinary weeks I've had in a while.

I am now interacting with people more as I go about my business. I have met more new people in one week than I have in a while.

We take Ollie to Occupational Therapy twice a week. I'll tell you more about Ollie soon. Anyway, we get to meet lots of different people there.

Ultra cool tom-boy mom Jacqueline with daughter Roxy.

Little Angelo with major mental and physical problems.

Sweet mama Stephanie to her twin miracle boys, Noah and Jonah. They are now 3 years old. They were born at 24 weeks along in her pregnancy. 24 weeks! That is crazy! Noah is pretty much fine...just needs some PT...Jonah has cerebral palsy, can't see well and is confined to a wheel chair, but hears great and LOVES music and listens to it loudly wherever he goes. And I got to meet him and learn all about him!

Mama Sara and her son Andy from Ollie's speech school.

Before, I might have been too shy to impose. It's uncomfortable branching out all the time. But how are people to know Jesus if we don't say anything? God could have chosen any way for the gospel to be spread. For some insane reason, he has chosen us.

So what does that look like?

I believe it's going to look differently for each person. I feel no need to compare myself with others or to judge anyone legalistically for doing it differently. I just want to ask Jesus each day where he wants to take me.

In the bible it says to take up your cross daily.

Not weekly or monthly. But daily. I try not to think so far ahead in advance that I get overwhelmed.

Each day is a new chance. And some days, I am sure to crash and burn. As I type this I am thinking to myself, "Why are you even sharing all of this in blogland? What if I totally screw up and everyone then thinks I am so hypocritical?"

Arg. I will most likely mess up and would appreciate lots of grace:)

So what did Jesus ask me to do specifically this week?

Here are a few of the many things that happened:

Normally when I pick up Finn(and Ella) from school, I get in a tidy line with all the other vehicles along the sidewalk to pick up our kids.

We all wait in our own little bubble of a car.

Nobody interacts.

Which is usually fine by me because this means I don't have to drag all 3 boys out in the cold...sometimes in their jammies...sometimes I look sloppy.

So Monday I drove up and parked behind car #10 or so. Somebody pulled in behind me.

And I felt a little tug at my heart: "Get out of line and go park. Get the boys out of the car and go stand by the other parents by the gate".

Really Lord? Um...ok.

I pulled out and parked.

Got the stroller out of the trunk. Thankfully the boys were dressed.

We walked out and greeted some long-lost-friends we haven't seen in a while.

I'm talking to old friend Ashley and end up meeting her friend Deirdre.

Turns out Dierdre has a son named William who is in Finn's class. And they live just around the corner from us. I did not know that.

Deirdre and I are pretty much complete opposites. But that's ok!

Tuesday...Wednesay...Thursday...I continue to get the boys out of the car to go wait for Finn. It took a conscious effort each day to make sure all boys were dressed appropriately so we could go outside. And we ended up talking to Deirdre every day.

This Friday, Finn was gonna have two friends over to watch Star Wars: Ella and Jordan. Two sweet SAFE and comfortable girls that Finn goes to school and church with.

Spur of the moment Friday decision: Let's ask if William can join us? Really Lord? Maybe it would be more comfy if just Jordan and Ella came...maybe William can come next week", I rationalized to God.

But I felt God say, "No, invite him today".

William ended up coming over with Jordan and Ella. They all had a blast.

Williams mom, Dierdre also came, with her young daughter.

"I have not really met any normal moms like you from school", Dierdre explains to me..."they are all either messed up punks that I don't want my kids around...or snobs."

Teehee. She thinks I'm normal. Little does she know.

I talk to her about Jesus and God and "religion" and her current Catholic church and her former Baptist Church and so on.

I don't know where this will lead. That's ok.

I was only asked to take a few steps of obedience. One step at a time.

After everyone left, I looked in the mirror and saw a yellow piece of fuzz from my sweater hanging onto the front of my hair. Pretty embarrassing, but that's sometimes life. HAHA.

And I made a dope of myself other times this week too. As I was getting my yearly checkup, I wanted to tell my doctor about Jesus. But I chickened out. Later as we were saying goodbye, I asked about her upcoming vacation to the Philippines. I blurted out "One day I would love to tell people there about Jesus!"

Um, major doi on my part. Sounded like an idiot. The Philippines? Where did I get that thought from? I've never once even thought of going there, so not sure why I said that! So clearly I am going to be making a fool of myself at times.

And sometimes I am gonna be awkward. Have I ever mentioned how much I love awkward people? Well, I do! Which bodes well for me in the weeks to come, I presume!

That's all for now. I hope this encourages you to think about a few things. Where is your heart? Do you think about God and Jesus a lot? What matters to you? Yourself? God's glory?

p.s. thank you to all my dear girl friends this week that I got to talk with! you are a great encouragement! Also, so nice to meet sweet new friend Jessica too!