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Book Review: My Bangs Look Good and Other Lies I Tell Myself

Apr 8th, 2010 by Amy

I’m feeling like big time today.  I actually get to participate in a blog tour for a book written by an author that I have come to absolutely love: Susanna Foth Aughtmon, the original Tired Supergirl.  After reading (in a record, 24 hours – stop the presses!) her first book, All I Need Is Jesus, And A Good Pair Of Jeans, I came to the conclusion that Susanna and I are kindred spirits.  I nodded myself dizzy, laughed out loud, and the phrase “For goodness’ sake!” became a part of my daily word usage.  So, allow me to relish in this big-time moment and share with you my thoughts on Susanna’s latest book release, My Bangs Look Good and Other Lies I Tell Myself.

 

She had me at “Bang-tastrophe”.  Delivery of Susanna’s book came at the onset of spring break, we had a full house (my parents were visiting from South Africa), and the chicken pox had descended upon our home (as I’ve mentioned several dozens of times on this blog).  Panic was clearly on the agenda.  Weeks prior to this, I had committed to participating in the blog tour for her new book, and I didn’t want to let anyone down.   On the brink of nervous stomach upset, I wondered, “When on earth am I going to have time to read this book and write a quasi-articulate review?” 

 

I opened the book to take a quick peek and peruse the introduction.  The tears began to flow like Niagara Falls (the good kind of tears – a happy Niagara Falls), accompanied by laughter, reading page after page out loud to my mom while she cleaned up the kitchen for me (bless her heart, I miss her so!).  We both had to stop a few times to catch our breath, wiping the tickled wetness from our eyes.  It was like she had a window’s view to my soul, my past, and my daily mishaps.  Quickly, I realized that getting this book read and reviewed was not going to be as difficult a task as I had earlier stressed it would be.

 

There are few people in this world that I truly feel capture the angst, joy, wonder, humor, and passion of womanhood, wifehood, and motherhood in such a real and authentic way as Susanna.  Down to earth, right where I am, walking the same road, and wrestling with the same struggles, questions, and unfinished dreams, the transparency and openness through Susanna’s words reminded me that I am not alone on this journey with God.      

 

Each chapter of the book addresses a lie that the Liar (Satan) works his darnedest to convince us is true about ourselves.  Then, Susanna brings that lie into alignment with the truth in God’s Word, revealing what he actually believes and desires for us, his girls.  The Liar loves to remind us of all the times we’ve messed it up good.  Crippling us with “stinky half-truths”, he jibes at our hearts, taunting that until we get it right, well, we’re toast.    Here’s the thing: truth produces transformation.  God’s truth about us – what he thinks about us, what his plans for our lives are, where he wants to take us – when captured deep in our hearts, will set us free and bring complete transformation.  Sometimes convicting, sometimes affirming, Susanna shines a spotlight on God’s truth, straight from his heart to hers to ours. 

 

It seems that God is always up to something with me.  Last year, I think he was trying to teach me to appreciate the little things, indescript miracles that were taking place all year long.  I was waiting for the BIG one (you know, the BIG answer to prayer) all the while God was working out the smaller details of my life.  The lesson I learned was as simple as saying “thank you” and realizing just how far God has brought me and my family.

 

This year, the theme of my life has been “trust” and “grace”.  A timely read, “My Bangs Look Good…” challenged my thoughts on identity in Christ and the unfathomable grace he has for me.  I have a choice on whether or not I’m going to muddle my way through this next year, doing life as I always have, and hoping that there will be some new outcome at the end of it.  On the other hand, I can take a huge leap of faith and trust that God’s tender arms of mercy and grace will catch me as I choose to embrace the raw reality of myself and the transformation God deeply desires for me. 

 

“If we believe the Bible (and we do), we have a choice.  We get to choose death or life. Hmmm.  Now which one do you want?  Life is light and growth and truth and change, and quite possibly some discomfort and socially awkward situations.  I’m just being honest.  And death?  Death is staying exactly how we are.”

 - Excerpt from Chapter 5

 

Filled with tear-inducing laughter and a serious look at the woman in the mirror, I challenge all of my readers, and anyone else who will listen to me, to get this book and read it.  You can find it on Amazon today!

 

Good luck on your journey, and don’t forget, we are not alone.  We’re in this thing together!

 

Available now at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.

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A Spoon Full Of Sugar

Apr 5th, 2010 by Amy

You know that phrase, “When life hands you lemons, make lemonade”?  Personally, I would like to add a spoon full of sugar.  The lemons in life are blown out tires, rainy and dreary Easters, cabin fever with three sick children, the economy, earthquakes and tragedy.  If you squeeze all of those you are only left with sour juice.  Personally, I prefer a little sweetness when I sip lemonade.  So, I add some sugar: precious time, including Easter, with my family who lives far away, cuddling on the couch with my little ones while the rain pours down outside, an unexpected extra day with my mom, a gift from a friend.  Suddenly the lemons aren’t so tart when you add a spoon full of sugar.

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Grace

Apr 2nd, 2010 by Amy

Today I am grateful for grace.

 

Grace from a friend when I’m not quite together and feeling terribly sorry for myself.

 

Grace from my husband when I accidentally smack him in the face first thing in the morning (I really thought I was barely touching him, but apparently at 6am my touch is not so gentle).

 

Grace from my family when meals aren’t ready on time, and the dishwasher is full to overflowing leaving us with no clean dinner plates (thus the reason we keep paper plates on hand).

 

Grace from ministry directors when when my children get sick and need me the most, and I have to drop the juggling act for a little while.

 

Grace from my sister when days go by and I haven’t called just to see how she’s doing.

 

Grace from my Heavenly Father.  I haven’t lived a perfect life.  I’ve messed up…a lot.  But God has been so good and so faithful to me.  Even now, when I struggle thinking I need to somehow earn God’s approval, He bends down, lifts my head and whispers, “GRACE” to me. 

 

Ephesians 2:8-10

For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith – and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God – not by works, so that no one can boast.  For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.

 

As I reflect on Good Friday, and all that was sacrificed on this day thousands of years ago, I remember it was God’s grace poured out upon that cross…for me.  I can barely comprehend such a love.  What a gift!  And I am completely grateful.

 

Grateful for God’s grace.

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Red Ballpoint Pen Strokes – A Re-post…

Mar 29th, 2010 by Amy

Ms. Shaffer was notorious for driving poor, unsuspecting seventh grade students to tears with her ruthless grading scale and sharp-witted tongue. She was a legend at Rosslyn Academy, who we truly believed coined the phrases: “empty vessels make the most noise,” “little things amuse little minds,” and – probably my favorite – “open mouth, insert foot…and chew.” She never raised her voice, and pulled these zingers off with a smile on her face and a piece of chalk in her hand, all the while listening to Paul Simon – whom she loved. She was brutal. And I was terrified.

 

Our first assignment in Ms. Shaffer’s seventh grade English class was to write an introductory journal entry telling her a little bit about ourselves. I was so relieved, and so excited because I loved to write. (Since I was eight years old, and wrote my first poem, I have loved to write.) I thought to myself, this is my chance to win Ms. Shaffer over…she’s going fall in love with me and I’m going to be her star student! Internally there was a serious party going on in my heart and Julie Andrews was singing, “I have confidence in confidence alone!” I couldn’t wait to get home and tackle my “Introducing Amy” journal entry. My fears were quickly subsiding.

 

As I sat down at my desk at home and opened up my square paper journal, I began to brainstorm about what to write. I really wanted to impress Ms. Shaffer, so I knew it needed to be good, and it needed to sound smart. Sounding smart was about the most important thing in the world to me when I was in school – that, and boys, of course. To be perfectly honest with you, sounding smart is still something I really strive for. Funny thing is, when you try too hard to do, or be, something because you really, really want to do, or be that particular thing, it usually ends up blowing up in your face. Which in my case, it did…big time.

 

Back to “thinking smart thoughts”: I remembered this “Family Ties” episode I had watched one time, and Alex – played by Michael J. Fox (dreamy) – used the word intellectual to describe himself. Alex was a very smart boy. Therefore, in my eleven-year-old brain I figured that if I used the word intellectual in my “Introducing Amy” piece Ms. Shaffer would be so impressed with me. Not just because it was a smart word, but it was a big word – and smart people use big words.

 

Let’s just put it this way, every hope I had in becoming Ms. Shaffer’s little buddy – her class pet, her superstar seventh grader – was dashed the moment she handed my journal back to me. My literary masterpiece was covered – COVERED – in red ink. From start to finish there was hardly any evidence that I had written anything at all because Ms. Shaffer’s red pen of death had completely ripped through the pages of my soul. I was heartbroken. To make matters worse, I didn’t even spell “intellectual” correctly. A smart person would have at least looked it up in the dictionary to verify the spelling, but I’m not too smart. It never even occurred to me to grab my dictionary. Not only that, but I was pretty bummed that I couldn’t even get a decent grade when my assignment was to simply write about myself – the one subject I just happen to know something about. Evidently Ms. Shaffer didn’t think so.

 

I spent my whole seventh grade English career living in fear and trepidation of Ms. Shaffer’s red ballpoint pen. I worked so hard that year to redeem myself from that hideous first impression. To this day, I honestly don’t know what Ms. Shaffer thought of me (probably something like…emotional). I will say this, however, she (or quite possibly fear) pushed me to work hard – harder than I had ever worked in my life. And then, of all things, English became my favorite subject in school (I’m not sure if Ms. Shaffer is the one to whom the credit is due on this one, but she certainly had a hand in it).

 

You know, there are times, as I go through my day-to-day activities, when that eleven-year-old girl resurfaces. As I did with Ms. Shaffer, I want to be Jesus’ superstar. I want to present him with an “Introducing Amy” life that will knock His socks off. But I so often mess it all up. I want God to be proud of me. So what do I do? I do what Spiritually smart people do. I get up early and spend time with Him – I pray, I seek, I wait and ask Him to lead and guide my day. I do this, only to get irritated at Brooklyn when she wanders downstairs and interrupts my moment of “Spiritual intellect”. If God had a red ballpoint pen my life would be hopelessly covered with marks and scribbles.

 

Yesterday morning at church, before we partook in communion, the song “Amazing Love” filled the sanctuary…and I was suddenly overwhelmed – kind of like that feeling when you’ve had the wind knocked out of you. My hands trembled as I held the communion emblems in my fingers.

 

Amazing love – how can it be?
That you my King would die for me?
Amazing love – I know it’s true.
And it’s my joy to honor you,
In all I do, I honor you.

 

In a strange sort of way, God did have a red ballpoint pen. Although, He didn’t use it to scratch up the pages of my life and leave me covered in permanent ink. God sent Jesus – crucified on a cross…for me. Jesus – whipped, broken, covered in red strokes – poured out His love for me. He nailed my “mean mommy” moment towards Brooklyn to the cross along with His hands and feet – and countless other mistakes I’ve made in my life, the ones I’ve made just today, and the one I will more than likely make in the next hour or so – many, many years ago. He allows me to redeem my less-than-stellar moments, not with red ballpoint pen strokes, but by grace, forgiveness and a second chance. It’s not an excuse to be lazy. I still have a high responsibility in the various roles I play, but God knows I can’t do it alone. He knows I’ll forget to pull the dictionary out and end up misspelling a word or two. So, He allowed Christ to be the one to take the tough grade in my place. Every time I look at myself in the mirror I am reminded of the price that was paid so that I could be forgiven and uncovered with red ballpoint pen strokes. And at the end of the day, I actually get to be God’s superstar student!

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Too Much “Life” Going On Around Here

Mar 23rd, 2010 by Amy

It was only a few short hours after writing and posting Monday’s blog that I received the frantic and fuming phone call from Joel that, “My tire just blew out!  It’s in shreds!”

He was on his way to pick up my mom and dad (whom we haven’t seen in over three years because they’re missionaries to South Africa) from the airport.

Joel was not happy.  I was a teeny bit (to put in mildly) sad because this meant a delay in our warm, and much anticipated, family reunion.  We did not hang up the phone on good terms.  And I seemingly remember gritting my teeth and snarling something like, “There’s too much ‘life’ going on around here, God!”

I had to excuse myself from the children to catch my breath.

Then Joel called me back five minutes later (just enough time to inhale, exhale, and count to ten).  We made amends, and then thanked God that Joel had not yet exited onto the interstate, but lost the tire right next to an auto body shop.  They had no useful tools (ours just happened to be in our other car…go figure), but were very willing to help out in any way possible.  We were both relieved.

Mom and Dad sat at the airport Starbucks and enjoyed a few more hours of quality time before being fully submerged into the world of Slater craziness.  I was even able to finish baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies (my dad’s all-time favorite), and lovingly place them on a cute spring platter.

As you can see, no one is immune to the bumps in the road: chicken pox, endless dust bunnies and dirty bathrooms, home remodel projects, marital squabbles and blown out tires.  It’s all a part of life.   While I can’t say that I always take those bumps with a hearty smile on my face, I honest to goodness do try to let God carry me through even the most challenging road trips.  His grace really is sufficient for me yesterday, today and tomorrow…no matter what ‘life’ decides to throw my way!

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A Few Bumps In The Road

Mar 22nd, 2010 by Amy

Sydney was upset last night.  I don’t know if her internal angst was authentic, or if she was grasping at straws to find a way to stay up a little later.  In any case, she was feeling down and needed a moment to process.  In true drama queen fashion, Sydney burst out with, “Why is everything so weird?  Nothing is normal!  Our family is not right!”  Followed by instant tears.

 

What she was referring to was Brooklyn’s chickenpox, a playroom in disarray as my in-laws are helping us to complete a room remodel, spring break, and wild bursts of  mad house cleaning by yours truly, in preparation for my parents’ arrival (which is today, by the way).  All of which have put a halt to our regular routine and structure.  Being a person who craves both of these, I could relate to Sydney’s momentary breakdown.  What I said to her is what I have to say to myself on a sometimes regular basis.

 

There are times when we are going along our merry way and all of a sudden we encounter a little bump in the road.  Occasionally, there are several little bumps all at once that can quickly slow us down or change our direction.  They aren’t always bad, but most of the time, they aren’t what we were hoping for or expecting. 

 

Since we can’t control when or where those bumps in the road will pop up – like the chickenpox – it is imperative to learn how to maneuver around these inconveniences.  We ( meaning me) are so accustomed to preparing for the big stuff that comes our way.  We believe that God will grant us the faith, strength, and perseverance to get through, and over, the Mount Everests in life.  But what about the bumps in the road? 

 

I heard a story, recently, about a man who ran across the United States of America.  When he reached the finish line,  a reporter asked him what was the most difficult part in the journey?  Was it the long trek through the desert?  Or the endless days running through fields of wheat and corn?  When the runner was finally able to catch his breath, he shook his head and went on to say that it was none of those things that made the journey difficult.  It was, in fact, the sand in his shoes. 

 

It’s not always the obvious challenges of life, but the sand in our shoes that causes our faith to falter.

 

The bumps will come and go.  And one day, when we look back, we’ll see that the rough patch was never as bad as we thought it was.  We don’t know what lies around the corner, and there may be more bumps to encounter, but with God’s grace, we’ll make it through.  I don’t want to allow a few minor inconveniences to upset my faith or cause me to question God’s presence in my life.  As noble as it is to trust God to get me over the mountains, I believe it is equally so to trust His hand when I face a few bumps in the road. 

 

No matter what you are facing, may you know today that God is with you.  His hand is upon you.  He’ll be there through the big stuff, and even the little stuff.  And, if your mountains are looking more and more like little speed bumps right now, may your faith in God’s presence not shrink right along with them.  May your faith, in fact, be big enough to get you through whatever bumps in the road you face today.

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Friday’s Free Advice

Mar 19th, 2010 by Amy

I’m low on creativity today. 

 

Brooklyn has the Chicken Pox.

 

Sydney is officially on spring break.

 

Jackson is in rare form.

 

My parents are flying in on Monday.

 

I’ve been cleaning my house like a mad woman.

 

To say this week has been “stressful” would be putting in mildly.

 

And it’s not even 10am…

 

I’m not one to whine and complain, and certainly have done my best to avoid meaningless drivel on this blog.  However, today I’m feeling tapped.  Maybe you have been here before too…or maybe you’re feeling tapped out right along with me. 

 

So, what would I advise on a day such as this?  For me, it’s looking closely at my list of priorities and focusing only on those at the top.  What’s on the top of my list?  God, Joel and my kids.  In that order.

 

If I don’t make it out of my jammies today, then so be it.  Contrary to last week’s advice, there are days when the “interesting” smell will just have to do!

 

And that’s all I’ve got.

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Where Does Jesus Live?

Mar 17th, 2010 by Amy

Exasperated, I sat down, put my head in my hands and whispered a quick prayer for strength and patience.  The following is the conversation that ensued:

 

Me:  “Oh, Jesus.  I need you.”

 

Jackson:  “Mommy, Jesus not here.”

 

Me:  “Yes, He is.”

 

Jackson:  “No, Mommy.  He’s not here.”

 

Me:  “Then, where is He?”

 

Jackson:  “He’s at His home.”

 

Me:  “Where’s Jesus’ home?”  (Here’s hoping he says something like, “My heart!”)

 

Jackson:  “At His town.”

 

Me:  “What’s the name of the town?”

 

Jackson:  “I don’t know, Mama…I don’t know.  Where’s His town?”

 

Me:  “Does Jesus live in your heart?”

 

Jackson:  Shakes head, “no”.

 

Brooklyn eagerly jumps into the conversation at this point:  “Heaven!  His town is Heaven!”

 

And there you have it.  Where Jesus lives, according to Brooklyn and Jackson.

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I Have Confidence

Mar 15th, 2010 by Amy

My six-year-old, Sydney, came skipping down the stairs the other day wearing her sassy jeans, pink t-shirt, flip-flops, Disney Princess sunglasses atop her head, swinging her sparkly purple purse on her forearm.  When she met me at the bottom of the staircase she looked me straight in the eye and announced, “I’m ready.”  She was referring to the Kids Praise Company spring musical auditions at our church.  For weeks she had been sitting with her CD player rehearsing each song, especially her favorites, closing her eyes in deep concentration so as not to miss any of the notes.  The day for auditions had finally come, and like she said, Sydney was ready.

 

After the try-outs she made her way over to where I was waiting, shoulders back, head held high, and informed me that she got it.  She did it.  In her words, “I did great!”  I had to get a little clarification on the “I got it” statement, seeing that we were surrounded by a room full of children waiting to audition.  She didn’t actually get any part, yet, but was so confident in her performance that there was no doubt in her mind that she had nailed the audition.

 

That girl has more confidence in her little finger than I have in my whole body.  There are times I wonder to myself, “Whose kid is this?”  She is so secure.  Whether or not she is even singing on key, she believes she’s a superstar.  And I am in awe.

 

One of my favorite movies of all time is The Sound Of Music.  In it, Maria – Julie Andrews – dances through the streets of Salzburg, swinging her guitar case in one hand singing, “I have confidence in confidence alone!”  It is truly inspirational.  I want that kind of confidence.  And I want my children to have that too.

 

Sadly, I have to say there is a growing trend in our society that believes in order to instill confidence and achievement in our children, we must remove any factors that may, in fact, set them up for failure.  In his article,”Self-Esteem, Self-Destruction”, George Will writes about a school in Massachusetts that teaches children to jump rope without using ropes.  Apparently, this is supposed to raise their self-esteem because failure to jump rope (with an actual rope) could impair their self-concept for life.  This is insanity to me!  Citing Po Bronson and Ashley Merryman from their book, “NutureShock: New Thinking About Children”, Will writes:

 

“Children incessantly praised for their intelligence (often by parents who are really praising themselves) often underrate the importance of effort.  Also, overpraised children are prone to cheating because they have not developed strategies for coping with failure.”

 

Confidence and a healthy self-esteem are achieved, not by incessant praise and equality in sports, but by failure: learning to try and try and try again.  Pride in our kids should not be contingent on whether or not they do well in soccer, ballet or academics, but how much effort and discipline they have put into them.

 

As we were driving home from the spring musical auditions I had a perfect teaching moment with Sydney.  We began talking about the part she had tried out for.  She monopolized the first half of the conversation by expressing her passion for this particular role.  She could “see herself” playing this part, and was adamant that she got it.  Eventually, I was able to slowly explain to her that just because she tried out did not necessarily mean that she was going to get the part.  I had her think about all the other boys and girls sitting in the waiting room to audition.  There were a lot of children trying out for parts, some of them for the same role she wanted.  I pointed out that there are not enough solos and speaking parts for everyone.  I gently explained that there was a real possibility that she might not get the solo she auditioned for, and perhaps not get anything at all.  Over the next fifteen minutes I listened as her whole world came crashing down.  Was I being mean to my daughter, or destroying her self-esteem by telling her the truth?  No way.  Once she was able to face reality, get a good cry out of her system and talk through her “I can’t handle it!” feelings, she settled down.

 

Later, Sydney asked me if I was going to be proud of her if she got the solo.  I said no.  I would not be proud of her if she got it, because I was already proud of her for being brave enough to try out in the first place.  I told Sydney that I would be very happy for her if she, indeed, got the part, and subsequently, would be very sad for her if she didn’t.  However, my pride in her was already established because of her bravery, character and simply because of who she is.

 

Confidence doesn’t come easy.  Children have to learn how to work for those things they really want.  They have to learn to come to grips with failure, and be encouraged to keep on trying – to not give up just because something is hard.  I could care less if my kids get the best parts in spring musicals, make the soccer team or have the best grades in the class.  I believe they are completely capable of succeeding.  And if they are working hard, putting their best foot forward and not giving up when disappointment comes, then I’ll know I’ve done a good job.  I will have given them something far more valuable than a false sense of success.  I will have instilled in them the ability to fail and the ability to achieve – confidence in confidence alone!

 

 

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Friday’s Free Advice

Mar 12th, 2010 by Amy

It’s no secret that I have been dealing with severe moderate skin issues this past week.  The zit on my chin turned out to be, in fact, a boil.  It all came to a head (pardon the pun) last Saturday morning.  I spent all day Friday bemoaning my skin dilemma and feeling terribly sorry for myself, not to mention how uncomfortable I felt from the pain and swelling.  I didn’t shower or fix my hair, and it wasn’t until after lunch that I changed from my jammies into sweats.  Overall, it was one of those, “woe is me” kind of days (geez…I can be such a baby!). 

 

Saturday morning, Joel got up with the kids and let me sleep in (I think I whined so much that even he was feeling sorry for me).  When I finally woke up and joined my family in the playroom, the first thing out of Brooklyn’s mouth as I walked by was, “Mommy, you smell…(pause for dramatic effect)…interesting.”  And that’s when I knew…I was suffering from a common case of the “uglies”, and what I needed was some serious intervention. 

 

Initially, I wished I could simply climb back into bed and stay there until the boil was all healed up.  I was fully willing to surrender to the “uglies”.  Then I heard the “Mommy, we’re hungry; what’s for lunch?” cries from my three little people, and the harsh, cruel reality of the impending trip to the grocery store began to stare me in the face.  I was going to have to leave the house.  With a festering wound on my chin.  And a swollen jaw and lower lip.  It was at this point that I came up with my cure for the common case of the “uglies” and today’s Friday’s Free Advice: four do’s and a don’t.

 

Do take a shower – takes the “interesting” smell away.

 

Do your hair – good hair days are priceless.

 

Do put on make-up – need I say more?  A little cover-up and foundation works miracles.

 

Do smile – I caught the “uglies” for the first time in seventh grade.  My home perm had turned my naturally poker-straight hair into a wild and frizzy mess on my head.  I cried my eyes out one morning because I couldn’t seem to get control of my mane (I didn’t have the luxury of quality hair products – it was just me, a comb, and water).  By the time I had to leave for school I had cried so hard that my eyes were swollen and red.  I couldn’t bear to leave the house looking so hideous.  And that’s when I learned the power of a good smile.  My mom pulled me aside, looked me straight in the eyes, and said “Amy, show me your smile.”  I smiled.  Then she added, “When you smile, your whole face lights up, and those red splotches practically disappear.  You’re your most beautiful self when you have a smile on your face.”   And I’ve been smiling ever since.

 

Don’t wear sweats – I’m all about comfort.  I practically live in my sweats…er…comfy clothes.  There is nothing wrong with being comfortable; however, when the “uglies” have struck, the last thing a girl should do is hide in her sweats.  Put on your favorite pair of jeans, a shirt that doesn’t scream, “Hi, I’m a mommy,” and a cute pair of shoes.  As tempting as it is to throw on sweats when down with the “uglies”, I can promise you that you will not feel any better about yourself.  It only makes the case worse.

 

Trust me…this little cure really works.  Last Saturday, swollen face and bulging boil and all, I showered, make-upped, did my hair, put on my favorite jeans, trendy t-shirt and ballerina flats, and headed out for the grocery store with a big smile on my face.  While the “four do’s and a don’t” didn’t miraculously cure the boil, they were the perfect prescription for the “uglies”.  And I’ve been heeding this advice all week long!

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