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More on MOPS and Flylady

April 20, 2010

I think I have accurately identified my primary fear (the one I was prompted to identify as a result of the MOPS Leadership Summit last Saturday) that keeps me from doing what God is sending me to do. I think I fear loss the most.

I fear losing the ground we have gained toward a peaceful, tidy home. I fear losing my motivation to keep doing Flylady when I have additional responsibilities. I fear that my creativity will get totally buried in additional tasks.

In addition to identifying our primary fear, we were also prompted to identify our passion, what makes us go out and do the things God is telling us to do, despite our fears. That was easy. For me, it is love.

So, hopefully, now that I’ve identified my primary fear as loss and my primary passion as love, I can work toward figuring out how Flylady and MOPS fit together in my life.


MOPS and Flylady

April 17, 2010

Today, I was blessed to be able to attend the Mothers of Pre-Schoolers Leadership Summit. The focus was on identifying and confronting our fears so we can act in courage to do what God is telling us to do. The speakers were extremely inspiring, so I’ve been thinking a lot about trying to specifically identify my fears.

When I think of adding a MOPS leadership responsibility to my “plate,” fear is what I experience. Yet, I have a strange confidence that I am doing what I am supposed to be doing by taking on this responsibility. I think this is why I am so eager to implement the concepts I learned today at MOPS Summit. I want to be able to identify exactly what I fear so I can confront it and replace it with courage.

So, far, I am not convinced that I have accurately identified my primary fear. But, interestingly, my fear involves Flylady. I am so happy with the progress our family has made in making and keeping our home free of CHAOS and a peaceful, tidy haven in the midst of our stresses. I don’t want to lose any of this progress. I don’t want to regress.

However, my tired, tired brain can’t tolerate any more analysis, so…good night.