Bill Collectors

I sometimes wonder if bill collectors think that I am lying about not having the money to pay them. Like, seriously…. I am totally making it up. I have a ton of money in the bank but I love that you call me 5 times a day as well as ALL of the other people calling to collect money. I totally pay my cell phone bill just so that I can converse on the phone with bill collectors ALL DAY LONG. You’re getting an attitude with me? Yeah, that isn’t going to magically produce the money to pay you either. By the way, threatening me by saying it will reflect on my credit score doesn’t scare me anymore. It can join all the others listed in alphabetical order.

Being business owners obviously has its benefits. We were lucky enough to be able to be with our boys after the accident, without fear of being fired from our jobs. There was also so many people who donated to the GoFund Me account. Had they not have done so, we would have lost everything. We wouldn’t have even been able to eat. Literally.

That money in large part was also used to do repairs to the house to make it wheelchair accessible for Jackson. So many promised to do things that they simply couldn’t or didn’t have the time to do. It ended up being a huge undertaking, especially financially.  I  seriously cannot express the amount of gratitude that our family has to those who gave when our family needed it the most. Without it, we wouldn’t have been able to make it.

The downside to being a business owner… you don’t make money when you can’t work. We didn’t work for almost half a year. And sometimes even when you do work, you still don’t make money. It is the nature of being self-employed. I tried to take on a full-time job the first of the year but realized very quickly that I was needed with my family more. There are just too many doctor appointments with Jackson and Alex to allow me to work full-time.

I used to be the type of person to never discuss financial matters with anyone. Now, why wouldn’t I share with those very people who gave and allowed us to stay in the hospital with our babies when so many other parents had to make the choice to leave their children to work?  And seriously, if someone wanted to judge us considering all that we have been through as a family, I wouldn’t want to be friends with them anyway.

I hate having to explain to bill collectors that we simply don’t have the money to pay them. I hate calling my husband to tell him that they turned the water off. Or that a notice is on the front door and if we don’t pay the electric within 24 hours, they are turning that off too. I used to have a great credit score. So being in this position now isn’t fun. We don’t chose to not pay bills. We just simply DON’T have it.

However, with all of that being said, I am also more thankful than I have ever been in my life. We may not be able to pay all of our bills, and we may lose everything yet. But our kids are still here and alive, and at the end of the day, that really and truly is all that matters. Amazing how almost losing the most precious gift God can give you puts things into perspective. And no matter how many collection calls I get, as long as the call isn’t to tell me that my boys have been in an accident, I will take them too.

So, if you are reading this and are one of those who simply can’t make ends meet, cut yourself some slack. Take a moment to remember what you do have to be thankful for.  No matter how broke we have been, our children have never been hungry. God will provide somehow, someway. He always does. Just hand it over to Him.

Love and blessings,

C.C.

 

 

Not a Quitter

Today, I made a Facebook post that I was no longer going to write my blog to avoid offending people. It was a quick decision made in the heat of the moment, although it has been an issue from the very beginning. I have never faced persecution based on words that I write or thoughts that I have and it isn’t a great feeling to have. I coward.

Luckily, I have friends on Facebook who quickly jerked me to my senses. You all were so  right, to allow others to stop me from writing what I feel God wants me to share is to allow the devil to win. I have never been a quitter, and I refuse to become one now. I will not bow down to others or allow them to control what I do or say.

I do not regret posting what I did on Facebook, because in doing so I was able to see that my blog HAS been an inspiration to others. I truly didn’t know how many actually took the time to read it, much less gained inspiration from what I have written. That was always the hope of course, and considering that God has lead me here to this point, I should have known better. He always has a plan and purpose. It was selfish of me to even consider quitting, and I won’t do so again.

I am so thankful for all of you and your encouragement. It never hurts to have friends that are willing to put you in your place!

Until next time…….

Love and blessings,

C.C.

 

 

 

5 Minutes 

I have moaned and groaned about not being able to work. It is definitely an adjustment becoming a stay-at-home mom again, especially when the choice was made for you instead of by you. But lately, God has been reminding me that it is what you choose to do with your time, however it is given, that truly matters. Instead of whining about what I should or could be doing, I should take the time I’m given and use it the best way that I can. 

I believe God is using this time to teach me to slow down, and to enjoy the little moments. I have always been the overachiever. All about time management and being productive. In reality, I was just running away from fears and doubts. It’s hard for God to find you when you are going full speed ahead, all the while complaining about how busy you are and all that has to get done. Yet, we allow ourselves to be so busy we forget to make time to spend with our creator. We are so busy living and complaining about being busy that God ends up on the bottom of our to-do-list, or not on it at all. 

After the wreck, everything came into such clear perception in my life. Nothing mattered in that moment except that my children live. Every fear I had ever had became nothing in comparison. I wanted the moments back where my kids got on my ever living nerves. Y’all know what I’m talking about! I wanted to see a dirty bedroom. I wanted to hear them arguing. I didn’t care if the bills were paid. I just wanted to my crazy busy life back. It is easy to get busy living life that we forget to actually live. Every day feels like the same repeat from the ones before. 

There is one simple way to start living again. Only one solution to this problem. Include God in your day. Even for 5 minutes. Give Him those minutes so that He can remind you HOW to live again, as He has reminded me. I would love to say that after the accident I gained a lasting knowledge of not taking my time for granted. But I am human, and no matter how hard are lessons in life are, sometimes God has to give us gentle reminders to not take the time He has given us for granted. He loves us enough to forgive us and welcome us back into His embrace. 

Love and blessings, 

C.C.