Last night as I went to bed, I closed my eyes and had a vision of how today would go. I would wake up, pull Micah from his crib and snuggle with him for a few minutes before jumping in the shower to get ready for my 9am bible study. The babysitter would come at 8:30 and I would leave her with a clean, fed, happy baby who would be ready for his nap in an hour.

Then I would drive to bible study, enjoy a refreshing time with some wonderful ladies and make a pit stop by the doctor's office to pick up my blood test referral. I would come home in time to meet the floor guy who is putting tile in our kitchen and laundry room, and relieve the baby sitter from her duties...

And then I woke up this morning.

And it seemed like everything that could go wrong did. Ever have one of those days?

I didn't wake up to my alarm this morning, or even a soft cry on the baby monitor, instead I woke up a half hour late to a screaming, crying baby. And I was so "out-of-it" that I had a pillow fight (meaning I kept my head on the pillow the whole time) with my husband about who would go get Micah.

I won. But really, we both lost.

As Josh was in the room changing Micah, I hear him call for me on the monitor, "Cassidy, please come in here... there's pee everywhere." As I fought to open my eyes and stumble out of the bed, I mumbled loud enough for him to hear about how dramatic he sounded about pee and that it can't be that bad...

When I got in the room, Micah proceeded to pee all over me. (Insert dramatic sigh)

Josh started the bath and by this time it was 8:15. There was no way I'd be showered before the babysitter arrived.

After Micah was bathed, I got him dressed and changed the sheets in his bed (which also had pee all over them). Doorbell rings, I grab my robe and answer it. Thankfully, she humored me and called me gorgeous (she's a keeper).

I finally jump in the shower to get ready. Now my thought is, there is no way I'm making the bible study on time.

I hurried and finished with 5 minutes to spare. I'll be a few minutes late, but things are looking up.

Then I get in the car, pull out into the street (the only street to get out of our neighborhood I might add) and get stuck behind a school bus. It took 10 minutes to drive 2 miles.

I have nothing else to do, so I start singing. "Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day, I've got a beautiful feeling, everything's going my way!"

I couldn't help but laugh when I look down and my gas tank is empty.

Sound familiar?

We all have those days when the way we envisioned it going is nowhere close to reality. Sometimes it's silly examples like the one I gave, and sometimes it's your wedding day. Whatever it is, and whenever it happens, the feeling that comes over us can probably be summed up in one word: discontent.

It's hard to be content with life when it doesn't go as planned. And it's not like we can just get rid of our "plans." Oh, how I wish it was that easy sometimes. But our society thrives on a schedule. We have schedules for learning - we call it school - schedules for eating, schedules for exercising, and we even schedule in a time for spiritual growth every Sunday.

Not that schedules are a bad thing, because without them a lot of us would not accomplish these basic, necessary habits for our lives. But when we live for a schedule instead of with a schedule, I think that is when we crumble when it falls apart.

Here is a passage that calms my discontent heart when it comes to plans:

Look here, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we are going to a certain town and will stay there a year. We will do business there and make a profit.” How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone. What you ought to say is, “If the Lord wants us to, we will live and do this or that.” Otherwise you are boasting about your own plans, and all such boasting is evil. James 4:13-16

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I made it to my bible study this morning twenty minutes late, but I still received the blessing of fellowship and truth spoken with the women there. If I lived for the schedule, I probably would have just told them I wasn't going to make it when I knew I wouldn't be there right on time. But living with the schedule, allows me to experience the freedom and grace that comes with not being able to handle every problem that hinders my "perfect plans."

I probably wouldn't try to use that as an excuse to your boss for why you're late for work everyday, but you get the picture.

Plans are wise and should be made, but our hearts should be so dependent on the Lord for when the time comes and they're, inevitably, broken.

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I have been so amazed at the things Micah is learning lately. For example, when I change his diaper I usually say, "Did you go pee pee (or poo poo)?" depending on what smell is permeating the room. He usually responds by mimicking me.

We were at one of Josh's tennis matches the other day when I hear Micah's little voice say, "pee pee." I look down to see him sitting in his stroller, eyes staring straight up at me. So I pick him up and take him to the bathroom, and low and behold he had a wet one!

Seriously. Potty training crossed my mind.

It hasn't happened since, but the whole idea of him developing these skills without much guidance on my part, is just mind blowing.

I am beginning to see just how much of an impact our words and actions have on him. He remembers things exceptionally well right now. I pull up at church and he instantly begins to say, "daddy!" Because he knows he works there (or at least knows he's always there when we go!)

He says, "hi" and waves at people in the waiting room at the doctor's office, out to eat at a restaurant, and in the aisle at the grocery store. I have strangers (mostly ladies) coming up to me all the time telling me that Micah has been waving at them. I think it's adorable that he wants to socialize. And it makes sense, because he watches us do it a lot.

I could go on about the things he's learning (and I am writing it all down in his baby book!) but the reality is that Micah is aware.

He's aware when we argue. He's aware of what we watch on TV. He's aware of when we pray. And how often.

We have a dog, Heidi, who is a smart girl. But even she is not aware in the same ways Micah is. She can't repeat our words and actions.

Carrying this responsibility as a parent has made me more conscience and responsible for my behavior. Josh jokingly pointed out at lunch just yesterday that's it's been a long time since I stormed out of the car mad at him. Since before Micah was born, I pointed out after realizing.

That's not to say I haven't been in the wrong or had moments where I lost my temper, I have. But I've been so much more aware that a little person is watching me.

One of the things I have been most discontent about myself in the past, is my anger. I do not like getting angry. I hold it in for as long as possible, but usually that just makes it worse and it all comes out in a huge ugly fashion.

This is not something I want Micah to emulate. I don't want him to grow up with us yelling at each other or even worse, him.

There is only one way I am learning to avoid this kind of conflict - and that's by focusing my heart and mind on Jesus. Anger comes from pride, and pride is all about selfishness. Turning away from self and looking to Jesus when we are hurt or upset or disappointed, will always focus our hearts on what really matters. Not the silly bowl of cereal that Josh didn't put in the sink.

I know that I will continue to make mistakes and fail as a person and a parent, but that shouldn't stop the refining process that is at work here. Every day I have a choice to get up and focus my heart on Jesus. If not for myself than, at least, for my son.

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Recently, I wrote about why I don't have a best friend. To date, it is in my Top 10 most viewed posts of all time. And this is a post I wrote only two months ago! Obviously, people care about best friends. I have had such positive feedback and conversations with people, outside this blog, about this post. They have shared their own personal "best friend" stories and hurts with me. I realize more than ever, how much people care about relationships. And even more, how much I am not alone.

If I were honest, the topic of friendships still causes discontentment in my heart a little bit. And with only 10 days(!) left in this blogging challenge, I felt like it needed to be addressed.

While I do feel like my "best friend" post summed up a lot of my feelings on labels and titles and why I avoid them in friendships; what I failed to discuss is how grateful I am for the good friends I do have and how you can never replace or replicate a relationship no matter how hard you try.

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I moved from Alabama over a year and a half ago. I remember the excitement of moving back home to Florida, Josh getting a great position at a wonderful church, and the reality of being closer to family. This will be the easiest move yet, were my exact thoughts.

What I didn't realize, at least not completely at the time, is how much I would miss my friends.

I only lived in Alabama for three years, yet it felt like I grew up there. Because, in a way I did. It was the first place I lived as an adult, out of college.

Being in college drastically skews your relationships and view on friendships. It's like an extension of high school, with more freedom! You make friends with your roommates, your classmates, those who have the same degree as you, those who play sports, sing in the choir or are part of the same "sorority/fraternity." If we're being honest, you have to put in very little effort to make friendships in college. 

But then you graduate. You leave the cushion of having someone to hang out with every night. And you get in the real world.This is when the real test begins.

You are faced with people of different ages, different backgrounds and different beliefs than you. Relationships become intentional. You have to actively seek them out.

This is what I faced in the few years I was in Alabama. I struggled and prayed for about a year before I really began to make close friendships. I remember for awhile just feeling left out of every stage. Stuck between the "college kids" and the "new moms,"  I was still immature and thought I needed friends who were only in my "life stage." Instead of taking the opportunity to see who I could learn from and who I could pour into. Eventually, God allowed me to form some great relationships with women in several different stages of life. And my heart was so full.

Just as those relationships were really blossoming, God called us to move.

We moved when I was 20 weeks pregnant. On top of now having to start over in the friendship department, I was about to be a new mom. When Micah was born, I wasn't sure exactly how to be a mom and a friend at the same time. I had so many questions about motherhood and didn't feel comfortable just asking anyone the answers to them. I grew more and more discontent as I began to long for the women who held my hand and cried with me, while I was praying so hard for this child.

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It took me another year, but I've finally asked God for the cure to this kind of discontentment in friendships.

No one friendship will ever be the same. 

I was trying so hard to fill the void of relationships past. I wanted someone to make me laugh the way that "so-and-so" did or listen the way that she did and on and on. When I stopped to think about it, I realized that this whole issue of comparison is probably one reason girls have such a difficult time getting along. How can I claim to love everyone and yet, be so selective when it comes to friendships?

We are called to love. Period. Not to love a certain person more, better or best.

That's what inspired my "best friend" post and that's what continues to inspire my heart every day. 

This world will never get over it's fascination with friendships and besties, but that's not the call of God. The call of God is to love, equip and encourage each other. When one falls, to help another up. Like I said before, "These friends exist plurally, and the only way to make them is by being the kind of person who shows love unconditionally, to anyone, without favoritism."

I will never be able to replace the friends I've made in Alabama, but the truth is I'll never be able to replace the friendships I've made and am continuing to make here.

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