31 Days of Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying: Day 19 “Be Careful…”

A couple months ago I was coming down the stairs of our home, and I stepped on a matchbox car.  I fell the last six steps.  I sprained my ankle, broke my toe, twisted my wrist and was battered and bruised – as you’d expect.  Sam witnessed the misfortune. Since then every time I head to the stairs Sam says, “Beee CAWRFUL Mommy!’ 

And I really should be more careful.  A fall like that from 5’8″ and 43 is a lot further down than you might think.  The fall caused a delay in my fitness goals; it slowed me down with the babies, house-keeping, and general living, not to mention – my pummeled ego.

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I felt less confident. When I had to bring the chunky-monkey baby down the stairs, I was terrified.  He’s heavy, and I was hobbled.  I worried about falling with him – and the thought made me utterly queasy.

So, I am very careful.

I got an email from a “hater”  last week. He informed me that I was wasting Christians’ time by misleading them into believing I was saying something important and in reality I was wasting their time with my silliness.  He said if I use the Lord’s name as part of my blog… I should be more careful.  

So, I make a note, be very careful.

This weekend while I was at a writers convention, I was getting my briefcase ready for a meeting with a publisher  and I found a blue slip at the bottom of my case.  I pulled it out and quickly realized it was the very first critique of my manuscript “Sacred Ground, Sticky Floors.”  The publisher said it was C grade, unfunny,  poorly written, and would be impossible to market.  Shaken to my core, I stepped onto the elevator and tried to recover.  I should have been more careful, digging through old files right before a meeting with a HUGE publisher – Why wasn’t I more careful?

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The blue slip caused a delay.  It slowed me down. And pummeled my ego.  It hurt my feelings, rocked my confidence and made me utterly queasy. As I made my way to the meeting, I prayed that God would steady me.  That He would show me how to represent best my work, and PLEASE don’t let me throw up on this woman’s shoes.  As I sat and waited for my agent and the publisher, I people watched.  Everyone was on the move.  Places to go, people to meet with. Carefully dressed, briefcases in hand, neat hair, tidy shoes.  Careful.

What are my goals?  Do you I want to tip toe through to a book deal?  Do I think I’ll be famous?  And why would I want to be?  No, that’s not my goal. I want to be brave.  I want to speak the truth.  What if only two people hear me?  SO?  If I was brave then… that’s all that matters.  Then I see it.  On a table across from me.  A magazine with “Bruce” Jenner on the front and it says, “Caitlyn Jenner Bravely Speaks Out.”  And I don’t feel so careful anymore.

When I say “careful” you know what I mean.  When I say brave, you should know what I mean too.  I  think of the hundreds of mom’s that buried their babies and wrote in to respond to Shelly Templin’s guest post this last week.  When I say brave, I think of the men and women, who are getting up alone to care for their kids while their spouse fights for your freedom far from home.  More so, the spouse that FOUGHT for my  freedom, and isn’t ever coming back.  Brave is the momma of the special needs child.  The working single mom whose husband has strayed.  Brave is my boy, and millions of others, who work their butts off to learn and the letters look “kcabdraw,” instead of backward, and still they trudge forward.  Brave are the cancer fighters, the teachers, the preachers, the poor, widows, orphans, refugees, police officers, firefighters, missionaries, and speakers of truth.  Brave are the brokenhearted.

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If all I have is words I cannot be careful.  I must be brave.  I saw an interview of Bruce Jenner on the Ellen Show (Christian Post Article Here) and his/her/who knows, stance of gay marriage.  And I did want to scream: STAND FOR SOMETHING!  And this post isn’t the place for me to start on the topic of gay marriage but, that interview made me think:  Stop being careful.  In the mess of word redefining – marriages, sexuality, life, death, and the bathroom decals – stay away from brave.  Brave is off limits.  I know people who struggle with sexualtiy, my old friend and author, Sally Gary is one. She speaks boldly on the topic:  She is brave.  So, as I waited  for my agent and publisher, this conflict goes to battle in my head. And I try to think about the careful words I want to use so as not to be criticized or allienated.

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And I boldy reserve brave for the brave.

If Bruce/Caitlyn Jenner wants to discuss the struggles of finding size 10 wide calf boots for fall, I can listen. The struggle is real my friend.  But neither Republican, Democrat, gay, straight, or otherwise need your cowardly stance on marriage.  I would say be a man about it?  But that dress you’re wearing, nevermind.  Reading further I think, “wow it would take some *&%$ to have parts of your manhood removed,” and then I learned, she/he still has *&%$ because she/he was too afraid of that part of the gender change process.  And I don’t know why?  They aren’t serving her/him all that well?  I still don’t know what he/she stands for.  

I am not brave.  I do have the benefit of hiding behind my laptop.  This might make someone mad, or sad, or whatever word we are carefully  redefining  this week. Or it may just wander lost in cyberspace.  And I don’t care.  I won’t spell check it, or grammar check, or re-read it.  I will hit publish it – I will not be careful.  If it was the last message I could send, or the last twitter I tweet I would simply say:

Jesus Christ is the way the truth and the life.  He bravely died for my sins, the death of a criminal.  Slaughtered.  He was BRAVE.  I serve Him.

So, because you are lukewarm–neither hot nor cold–I am about to spit you out of my mouth. Revelation 3:16

May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained. Love, Jami

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About jamiamerine

I am a wife, mom, & seeker of joy! I love to share funny and inspirational tales with my fellow moms. I fully believe that God intended laughter to be a form of rest and worship. I have a few kids. I have a few years on me. I have a great husband. And I love to laugh. I studied home economics in college, I can cook just about anything, but do not ask me to sew. In my graduate work I studied education and human development, I consider my life continuing education, my children are my ongoing thesis. If they survive that, I will let you know! I write non-fiction for laughter, respite, and inspiration. I also am in the process of submitting my first fiction mystery and have two more in the works! Mom life is hard work. My prayer for my readers is that, even if it you just have five minutes, you can be inspired and encouraged today. Keep it short and sweet... rest in Jesus girlfriend.
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11 Responses to 31 Days of Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying: Day 19 “Be Careful…”

  1. erinulerich says:

    Please don’t stop writing! The world needs your story, needs your way of bringing humor into the serious things of life. You write the words that are floating around in my head, that haven’t quite made it to my keyboard yet, and you say them beautifully! I LOVED your post on the stomach bug, could completely identify with your reaction. That post pulled me into your world and I am thankful for that. I appreciate you! Your words have meaning and great value! Keep on, my friend!

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  2. susanshay says:

    If God has set you on this path, and I think He has, no one can stop you. Please don’t let your hater stop you. I love your blog. It’s a great encouragement and full of simple wisdom.
    Remember, if no one opposes you, you’re doing something wrong.
    Looking forward to your book.

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  3. Ren says:

    I absolutely agree- brave words to address what needs to be addressed CLEARLY, unapologetically, and w/o question, sold out to Jesus. I try to do that ALL.THE. TIME. on my blog. I was saved just after my 20th birthday, out of the grips of sexual vices and bi-sexuality. I write boldly and tick off people from all side of every issue 😉 Here is my latest attempt at addressing my past . . . like your friend found (I’m assuming), the issue is big and there are always different angles to approach it from. . . every issue is like that, no??
    http://rensredeemed.blogspot.com/2015/09/the-identity-transformation.html

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  4. This is one of the best posts I have read in a long time. You have inspired me to keep speaking out/up for the TRUTH of Jesus Christ! Thank you for NOT being careful and for being BRAVE!!

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  5. Wonderful post!! Thanks for being BRAVE!!

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  6. Melissa says:

    Let me start by saying that I am no man hater. I FULLY respect my husbands position as head of our house. The fact that your “hater” is a man discredits his statement as far as I’m concerned. He’s not your husband. And until he becomes a mother of many children and does/ deals with all that we do his opinion will continue to not matter. You aren’t preaching/teaching some weird theology. You are simply an encourager who brings every situation back around to God! Isn’t that what we are supposed to do? Love your neighbor as yourself, love the Lord with all of your heart,mind and soul, take every thought captive, focus on what is pure and good etcetera??? Unless God or your husband have a problem with this blog then the “hater” can go on hating and the rest of us will go on reading and encouraging one anothe. Blessings on you brave one! ❤️

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  7. mishbloom says:

    Until I can figure out how to bring my own posts back around to Jesus as effortlessly as you do, I will just read yours! I only found your blog a couple of days ago, and I have to say: it feels like home! It’s comfortable here, and that’s a rare find in this day of “opinions, opinions, everywhere.” I am NOT brave. I am terrified of putting myself out there the way you and others do. Please disregard your…critics…as I hope sincerely that some of your brave rubs off on me.

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