Unglued (a giveaway)

August 21, 2012

****Winners are Misty Keith and Amy Hunt****

Lysa is a new friend who just wrapped her arms around my in this speaking/ publishing gig. I  officially love her and was so happy to have the chance to talk about her book today and offer you a few copies as well. She asked me to share a time I became unglued. This was a few years ago- now a couple of these kids are nearly teenagers and it doesn’t get easier (they also don’t let me match them at Easter anymore- dang it.) …

One these cute kids got in trouble today at school.  I shall never reveal their identity.  They are preacher kids- they don’t need any extra attention from my blog.  Although it is safe to rule out the one in pink.

Unfortunately it was the second time in the last week.  When I read the email from the teacher my heart just broke- you know- you just kind of want to either crawl in a hole and cry or string the kid upside down till they repent.

But instead I got in my car and went to the school.

It was 1:00.
I walked in and knocked on the classroom door- asked for my child and then headed for the car silently.  I did not say a word as my child pleaded with me to tell where we were going.
I just drove.

(Remember  that I know I am a little dramatic and phsyco.  Just want everyone to remember that I know.)

I drove up to my favorite cafe.  And still without a word of explanation, we sit and I order my favorite cake and two waters.  Fear has officially set in and perhaps a slight thought like…. MY MOm IS InsaNE!

I look into precious rebel eyes and say…….


“You will change. You will stop choosing to act as if God is not in you. And I am crazy about you.”

“And we are here celebrating the end of your hard heart and this mutiny.  We are celebrating that it is over…. officially over.  Today.”

(well I didn’t really use the word mutiny- but the rest is pretty much verbatim.)

We went on to talk a lot about life in the land of short crazy people and I think I do see a little shift in those eyes.  A little recognition that living as a rebel just does not fare well for you and submitting may be the only way to ever do anything fun with short crazy people again!

That was a day my blood boiled… I was unglued. Panic had set in and my emotions were headed to beat this child into submission. I remember driving and for quite some time- not knowing where I was driving.

My dear new friend Lysa TerKheurst’s new book is out and I think all of us need it. Because our blood boils a lot if we are honest. Lysa has the gift of making you not feel crazy… all the while kicking you in the behind to change.

I love this woman! I already love this book (though I just cracked it). Go get it here. Or share this post and/ or tell us one word of something that gets you unglued and we’ll choose a couple of you to get a copy for free!

*** GIVEAWAY****
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60 Responses to “Unglued (a giveaway)”

  1. Catherine Rochell

    I am the mother of two grown sons. They are both compassionate men. I still come unglued when I see someone they are helping intentionally hurt them.

  2. Misty Keith

    As a teacher, I loved this blog. It blesses me to know that there are parents who will partner with teachers in order to help educate and discipline children.

    As a parent I become unglued over one main thing. In the classroom, I am able to tell children what they need to do and they usually do it for me the first time. However, at home and as a parent, I can scream from the roof top and my own children will often times not do what I need them to do. I find myself repeating myself over and over again. I get more tired parenting and grow more weary then I do teaching.

    Great blog Jennie! :o)

  3. Cheryl Kauffman

    Struggling not to come unglued…..ending a job after 8 years, starting a new one I’m not sure I have the skills for, niece born 11 weeks premature early this AM, 5th day of a migraine, and 55th birthday in a few days – a number for the first time I am struggling with…….. or maybe it’s not the number but the “senior citizen” label……..

    • i come unglued when I battle with my kids…trying to teach them Gods love & way then I flip my wig on them 🙁 I also come unglued when im good enough to pray for others but I only hear from them when theres a problem…i never just get a call to hear ab my day or just sit & gab & fellowship….justt a lil unglued on that one….major unglued with kids 😉

  4. Amy Faris

    That is so something that would make me come “unglued” too. Thanks for sharing this! I love the way you turned it around & made it a celebration. It’s all about perspective. I needed to read this ….whoa, my second child…

  5. Candice

    An indecisive toddler, that can make me come unglued. As much as I hate to admit it. =)

  6. Thanks for this post, I feel like it was very timely for me :). I know one day I will have to drag my kids out of bed, but currently the night time / all night battles are a little exhausting and can unglue me a little too easily. I will have to check out this book, I always love a good book reccomendation.

  7. Kristyna Brusby

    I realize that there are too many things that cause me to come unglued. It comes down to what I do with those emotions that help me to get through the situation gracefully. Now if I can just get my success rate up!

  8. Susie Daggett

    I become unglued when someone hurts my children

  9. I come unglued often. I think it’s usually in response to my kids’ naughty behavior too. I think I also respond this way to outsider’s criticism of my parenting. The momma bear comes out and it’s not always pretty!

  10. Jill Barker

    I read this post days after finishing the chapter MAD in STUCK. WOW! God is really speaking through you on these subjects. In the past, I would’ve picked up that child and given them a “piece of my mind” instead of a piece of cake. Help me to remember this scenario Lord!

    I would say felt like coming unglued when my toddler covered the bathroom floor in conditioner? Or perhaps when she decorated her face with mascara when we were late to a school program? Tough to choose ;).


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