Word of God

March 18, 2018, | Matthew 26-27 | The Injustice of Life

 1) Injustice in the life implies blame.

They falsely accused Jesus which led to a false execution. Have you ever felt falsely accused? Have you ever felt that life was simply unfair? We live our life continuously asking if it was fair or unfair.

Entitlement steals any sense of being gifted by God.

The injustice of life < deserved

In life we go through the blame cycle; God, other’s, then finally us.

2) The just reward for sin is death.

Injustice < deserved = death

God never was unfair to anyone except one person and there was only one time that God allowed pain, hurt, and injustice to someone who didn’t deserve any of it.. that was to his son Jesus Christ. That injustice changes everything for us. Because of his wounds, we were all healed! Every one of us has messed up and partaken in sin, but the gift of God is enteral life.

injustice < deserved > gift

Maybe we have missed used the words “deserved and right”, instead of us having the right to do xyz or deserve xyz we have the GIFT from God to do xyz! All of life is a gift, it is the grace of God we are able to be forgiven of all our sins and not to carry the burdens of an unfair life.

Today I experienced this thing we call an “unfair life”. I had a feeling my husband deserved something particular and he shouldn’t have to deal with nonessential problems especially on his day off. As we were discussing the “nonessential problems” in the kitchen, the smithboys were playing on the patio pretending to be captain underpants. I stopped listening to my husband (he of course noticed) and watched them run and laugh outside. It then dawned on me that I needed to remember that life is a gift. I immediately opened my bible app and went straight to my notes that I took at church. My thought process of the problem my husband and I were facing was nothing compared to what Jesus went through on the cross. I was doing exactly what my Pastor was talking about at the service today. Not that I was blaming God or others, but demanding a life that I wanted for my husband and myself. Once I finished re-reading my notes, I talked with daddysmith and told him what we were planning to do was not something we have control over. Our life, our sons, our family is all a gift from God. We can’t control what HE has already planned for us. We might not like the problems we face it at that exact moment but we must embrace it because HE has designed our life for us many years ago. I wanted to share my experience with you because not only do I take notes to help myself grow, I share my heart and thoughts as well, in hopes that others know they don’t have to be alone walking along their path that God has given them.

Mom of 2 Superheroes

Being a mother of only boys means tons of sword fights, action figures flying, finding legos in your bed, loads of dirty clothes, and constantly reminding them not to shoot each other in the face with their nerf guns. But one of their favorite interest is pretending they are superheroes. With daddysmith and myself owning every superhero movie in the world {not kidding} the boys have definitely picked up some popular heroes and moves, hence the Avengers bedroom Since daddysmith is the BEST DADDY EVER, the boys have tons of costumes to boost their creative thoughts. Every time smithboy#1 comes home both smithboys suit- up and “fight bad guys” or in this case each other. I know in this generation a lot of others will disagree with my parenting and allowing my sons to wrestle/fight and honestly that is okay. This is just what us Smiths do.  Now sometimes they do get a little rough but daddysmith and I have taught them the difference when it comes to fighting out of anger and simply using their imagination. For example; intentionally hurting each other is never okay and when you feel that the other or yourself has gotten to that point the wrestling needs to stop. Another rule we have taught them is NEVER EVER WRESTLE without daddysmith or mamasmith (myself) around. We watch them very closely when they are play fighting because we never want them to jump off the bed and body slam each other. (kinda like what I did with my cousins and I were little). We as parents take caution with wrestling and when they play with their action figures. We obviously don’t want them to grow up hurting themselves or others but at the same time, we want them to have fun and most importantly express their imagination! Anyway, the last time they wrestled it was so much fun to watch! I couldn’t help but take pictures and videos of all the action. I swear their creativity ran wild that day.  Although they are loud, wild and full of crazy cool moves, I wouldn’t want it any other way. I absolutely love the sound effects smithboy#1 has learned from daddysmith and is now teaching smithboy#2. I say this all the time on Instagram and FB but their bond is just incredible. They protect one another, they support one another and above all else, they love being each other’s best friend. Their love, bond, however you would like to call it, is something daddysmith and I dreamed about while I was pregnant with smithboy#2. & y’all to see it grow every day makes my heart fill up with so much joy. Trust me when I say this, being a mom of two superheroes is extraordinary but being a mom of two smithboys is truly phenomenal.

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A Trip Down Memory Lane

Every summer when I was little my nana would take myself and all my cousins to Zilker Park. We all would look forward to the day we would go because to us that park was the absolute best! There is a train to take you to Barton Springs and a huge playground with a fire truck! Time has passed and I haven’t gone in years until last Saturday mother nature decided it was a good idea to be nice a sunny out. In my mind, it was a perfect day for a bike ride or a trip to the park. Now if you read my last post you would know daddysmith and I did a little scavenger hunt for the best parks in the Austin and surrounding areas. So I thought to myself how am I going to beat last weekends park adventure? Then it dawned on me why not take the smithboys to Zilker. So I loaded them into the car, invited my friend Alyssa and her precious son Jackson, packed a lunch in the picnic basket and headed downtown. When we arrived I saw all my best childhood memories there at the park flash before my eyes. Yall nothing had changed. The fire truck was still there, the three men statue, and the huge slide that goes over the tracks and to the other side of the park was all still there. They did, however, add a few things like two food trucks but for the most part, everything was pretty much the exact same.


The boys were having a wonderful time running around all crazy, taking Alyssa and I every which way, showing us every new thing they found. It was honestly the absolute best feeling! Seeing the boys experience something I did at the same place was incredible. As a parent, you want to give your child a fantastic childhood. Take them somewhere new, experience something new, you know to show them the world. So being able to take a trip down memory lane with my sons and one of my good friends was a cherry on top of a perfect sundae. We finally got them to walk away from the park to have a quick snack and wait for our turn on the train. We placed our blanket and picnic basket under the shade and the boys started playing on top of the hill. Then the fullest thing happened. Jackson started rolling down the hill singing the Jack and Jill nursery rhyme, and as smithboy#1 was rolling after him Jackson then sang “Jack fell down broke his crown and Ayden rolled on after!”. Alyssa and I busted out laughing! The boys looked at us like we were crazy but it was too funny not to laugh and of course, cheer them on. The train was around the corner and it was finally our time to ride. We all jumped on and rode the train around the park, we even FaceTimed daddysmith to show him all the fun we were having.


Two and half hours later and all three boys were exhausted! Smithboy#2 even told me he was sleepy and was ready to go home. As we were walking back to the car, I couldn’t help but think about the remarkable time I just had. Taking a trip down memory lane with my sons was phenomenal and I hope one day but not too soon, my sons are able to take their littles here and experience it too. Three generations have come and gone to Zilker and I pray much more are able to do the same. Thanks for coming along Alyssa and Jackson and sharing this fond memory with me.

mama and her boys