It's been awhile.
There are a quite a few reasons why - some good, some not so good.
When I get overwhelmed or things pile on I tend to put my head down and focus on details and getting things done just right and the things that I want to get right are the things that people see.
I quit Facebook..........again.
It's good for me to do that.
But when I quit Facebook there are no eyes on my blog so it doesn't seem as important or necessary or like something I want to spend time on.
And, well, it takes a while to write a post. Not a long time, usually, but still time and time is something that seems more precious as it marches on.
And yes I squander it on things that don't matter and things that aren't the best after the sun sets and the eyes are not on me and my brain shuts down. So I have been letting hours drift by as the pictures on a screen move by and my mind seems at rest for once during the day.
But oh my how deceptive that is for while my mind is at rest it seems it is being infiltrated by the images and messages that are being flashed at it. And while I can't see myself ever giving up the wonders of the pictures on a screen (oh Parenthood how you break and lift my heart with every episode), I realize that perhaps my time might be better spent elsewhere...........some of the time.
And so I find myself sitting here on a windy, warm spring day watching words flow across a screen rather than pictures, writing rather than cleaning or folding or putting away.............and it feels good and right............even as I know that very few will ever see them.
I thank my friend who knows me well who sent me words this morning reminding me that February 20th was the last time I sat here like this. She knows it's a sanctuary of sorts and wanted to remind me of that.
I need sanctuaries. I need places where I go to find Jesus. I need silence and stillness and my thoughts to be on Him and what He is telling me rather than what others are telling me.
I have realized of late how much I influence my children and that what they pick up from me is not always what I say or even what I try to act out in front of them. I wonder about that nature vs. nuture thing as my fears and insecurities are played out in front of me in people smaller than I, people unable to hide who they are from those around them. How amazing it is to see, this guilelessness of children.
And what I see is that it is not the rule following nature of my husband being played out in the lives of my children. Rather, at times, I see the people pleasing nature of their mother at work in their lives and hearts. And it's disheartening. I see them follow rules not because they believe in the absolute authority and rightness of the rule. I see them follow rules because people are watching and they are wondering what they are thinking of them.
Oh my babes.
I'm sorry.
I look back on the last few months and I see how the time and energy that I am putting into things comes, sometimes, from not wanting to look foolish or wrong or stupid in front of people. I see how paralyzed I become being in situations that aren't comfortable, that are new and I scramble to figure out what is required, what I am to say, how I am to act. It takes all my energy and focus NOT. TO. MESS. UP.
And I let slip the areas where no one is watching.
I let slip the things that, in reality, matter most to me.
I let slip the moments that have made up this blog for so long.....not just the mommy moments, but the wife moments, the God moments, the soak up this life moments that fuel me.
So my babies.............I will try not so hard.
I will learn to let go.
I will learn that those moments in front, in the new, in the uncomfortable are reserved for the glory of God to shine through and not the glory of your momma.
I will learn that the approval of others can never be the measuring stick for my worth.
I will learn to turn off, shut down, back away from anything that threatens to consume areas of my life reserved for you, your daddy, the Father.
I will do this not so much for myself but for you.
I want you to walk in the freedom that comes from walking in the Light.
I want you to experience life untethered from other's expectations, untethered from your own unrealistic expectations.
I see...........I see how you are watching and learning.
And if all else fails..........watch your daddy.........and your Father.
I love you, my babies.
Monday, April 14, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
LET IT GO (More than just a Disney song......)
Promise me you won't laugh?
Promise?
I listen to "Let It Go" EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.
I haven't even seen the movie.
But I listen to the song and something breaks open inside of me and I cry.
My husband, my son?
They don't get it. Nico groans openly each time he hears it blasting through the house.
My girls?
They love it.
They grab blankets or scarves or robes and place them over their head and when it's time to let it go they THROW those coverings off and stand tall. They stomp their feet and raise their hands and start to run.
They get it.
Oh my.........as women how many of us are weighed down by things that are not of God? Things that push and pull and weigh us down until we are too heavy to even move, weighed down by the burden of perfection, the burden of unrealistic expectations, the burden of who we THINK we should be, the burden of what we perceive to be the perfection of others, the burden of everything WE ARE NOT.
LET IT GO, MY BELOVEDS.
LET IT GO.
This life of burden is not what you were meant for.
"Then Jesus said, 'Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls." - Matthew 11:28-29
You are meant for so much more. I watch that video and I see the heroine gain confidence and freedom with each note, each step. I see what she can build, what appears when she unleashes who she was meant to be, what she was created for. I see her come alive and throw off what she once was and something in me cries out with JOY.
Because I have been that girl. I have been that woman. I have been weighed down and covered and still I am susceptible to that burden. But this past week I read through Matthew 10 and I read......
"The student is not above the teacher, nor a servant above his master. It is enough for students to be like their teachers, and servants like their masters." - Matthew 10:24-25
These were some of the words spoken by Jesus as he was sending out the twelve. The student is not above the teacher........was Jesus expecting perfection? Was He expecting them to do it all.....alone?
"At the time you will be given what to say, for it will not be you speaking, but the Spirit of your Father speaking through you." - Matthew 10:19-20
Was He expecting them to do BIG things always? HUGE things? EARTH SHATTERING things?
"And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones, who is my disciple, truly I tell you that person will certainly not lose their reward." - Matthew 10:42
Why do we strive for perfection before doing anything? Is something only worth doing if we can do it better than anyone else? If only we can do it so it's PERFECT?
NO.
It is ENOUGH for us to be LIKE Jesus. No one should BE Jesus.
Women.
Throw off the weight of unrealistic expectations.
Throw off the weight of perfection.
Throw off the weight of other's accomplishments.
Throw off the weight of needless preparation to the point of becoming paralyzed by fear.
Throw off the schemes of the devil and put on the armor of God.
"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefor put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand."
- Ephesians 6:10-14
When you think that you have to be the good girl and fade from sight......that is not from God.
When you think that you are NOT ENOUGH.............that is not from God.
When you think that you have to do it all alone...............that is not from God.
When you think that you aren't DOING enough............that is not from God.
When you think that you have to be SOMEONE else.............that is not from God.
And make no mistake about it, women, we are in a battle. These are the battles that we wage and they are not against flesh and blood. And we must, we must battle these thoughts and these feelings that come so easily to us as women. We battle not just for ourselves but for our daughters and for our nieces, for our friends and for their daughters. My heart breaks to think of any, any little one not receiving the gift of knowing that THEY ARE LOVED.
They are loved beyond measure and without comparison by a GOD that is BIGGER AND MIGHTIER than we could ever imagine.
And so let us plant the words........the words that come from GOD.
YOU ARE ENOUGH.
YOU ARE LOVED.
YOU ARE BRAVE.
YOU ARE STRONG.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.
YOU ARE A GIFT.
YOU CAN DO GREAT THINGS.
YOU ARE A DAUGHTER OF THE KING.
Yes.
Let's throw off the devil's schemes and put on the armor of God.
Let us reclaim the hearts and the minds of women around us.
Let us reclaim our own heart, our own mind and not give in to the temptation of thinking we are not enough, that we can't.
LET IT GO.
Promise?
I listen to "Let It Go" EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.
I haven't even seen the movie.
But I listen to the song and something breaks open inside of me and I cry.
My husband, my son?
They don't get it. Nico groans openly each time he hears it blasting through the house.
My girls?
They love it.
They grab blankets or scarves or robes and place them over their head and when it's time to let it go they THROW those coverings off and stand tall. They stomp their feet and raise their hands and start to run.
They get it.
Oh my.........as women how many of us are weighed down by things that are not of God? Things that push and pull and weigh us down until we are too heavy to even move, weighed down by the burden of perfection, the burden of unrealistic expectations, the burden of who we THINK we should be, the burden of what we perceive to be the perfection of others, the burden of everything WE ARE NOT.
LET IT GO, MY BELOVEDS.
LET IT GO.
This life of burden is not what you were meant for.
"Then Jesus said, 'Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls." - Matthew 11:28-29
You are meant for so much more. I watch that video and I see the heroine gain confidence and freedom with each note, each step. I see what she can build, what appears when she unleashes who she was meant to be, what she was created for. I see her come alive and throw off what she once was and something in me cries out with JOY.
Because I have been that girl. I have been that woman. I have been weighed down and covered and still I am susceptible to that burden. But this past week I read through Matthew 10 and I read......
"The student is not above the teacher, nor a servant above his master. It is enough for students to be like their teachers, and servants like their masters." - Matthew 10:24-25
These were some of the words spoken by Jesus as he was sending out the twelve. The student is not above the teacher........was Jesus expecting perfection? Was He expecting them to do it all.....alone?
"At the time you will be given what to say, for it will not be you speaking, but the Spirit of your Father speaking through you." - Matthew 10:19-20
Was He expecting them to do BIG things always? HUGE things? EARTH SHATTERING things?
"And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones, who is my disciple, truly I tell you that person will certainly not lose their reward." - Matthew 10:42
Why do we strive for perfection before doing anything? Is something only worth doing if we can do it better than anyone else? If only we can do it so it's PERFECT?
NO.
It is ENOUGH for us to be LIKE Jesus. No one should BE Jesus.
Women.
Throw off the weight of unrealistic expectations.
Throw off the weight of perfection.
Throw off the weight of other's accomplishments.
Throw off the weight of needless preparation to the point of becoming paralyzed by fear.
Throw off the schemes of the devil and put on the armor of God.
"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefor put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand."
- Ephesians 6:10-14
When you think that you have to be the good girl and fade from sight......that is not from God.
When you think that you are NOT ENOUGH.............that is not from God.
When you think that you have to do it all alone...............that is not from God.
When you think that you aren't DOING enough............that is not from God.
When you think that you have to be SOMEONE else.............that is not from God.
And make no mistake about it, women, we are in a battle. These are the battles that we wage and they are not against flesh and blood. And we must, we must battle these thoughts and these feelings that come so easily to us as women. We battle not just for ourselves but for our daughters and for our nieces, for our friends and for their daughters. My heart breaks to think of any, any little one not receiving the gift of knowing that THEY ARE LOVED.
They are loved beyond measure and without comparison by a GOD that is BIGGER AND MIGHTIER than we could ever imagine.
And so let us plant the words........the words that come from GOD.
YOU ARE ENOUGH.
YOU ARE LOVED.
YOU ARE BRAVE.
YOU ARE STRONG.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.
YOU ARE A GIFT.
YOU CAN DO GREAT THINGS.
YOU ARE A DAUGHTER OF THE KING.
Yes.
Let's throw off the devil's schemes and put on the armor of God.
Let us reclaim the hearts and the minds of women around us.
Let us reclaim our own heart, our own mind and not give in to the temptation of thinking we are not enough, that we can't.
LET IT GO.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Well……SOMETIMES I Can't…... ;)
So………..here's the thing……..remember my THING with banks?
Well, I kind of have a thing with car dealerships/repair places, too.
They overwhelm me. I don't get the terminology. I don't care to…….I would drive my car until it stopped running if it were up to me. Noises? Don't hear them. Red lights? Don't see them. Stops and starts, resistance? Don't feel it.
Now this is not the RIGHT way to be, I am just explaining ME. How I am.
Again.
Not the RIGHT way.
Also? I get lost. EVERY. SINGLE. DANG. TIME.
Why do I still go?
Oh the comfy couches, the coffee, the stillness, the peace, the wifi, it's just really a fabulous place to be.
Seriously.
So today………I WAS PREPARED. Today was the day. I was going to have an awesome car shop experience.
Yeah, not really.
It started off well. Joe put my car keys on top of the coupon and paperwork that I was suppose to take. He had a list of things that needed to done written out. He said NUMEROUS times….so you will have to look up the directions to get there, ok? Ok? Yeah, whatever. Got it taken care of……..who CAN'T look up directions? How condescending…………
Ummmmm. So yeah.
It turns out I CAN look up directions………..just not the right ones.
I am driving up to Akron and I am thinking there is just not something right about it but maybe mapquest was taking me the back way………(like there is such a thing. Yes, mapquest…..I would like to take the BACK way today) Anyway, while nothing looked familiar I had utmost confidence in my directions and my ability to get there……because I LOOKED UP THE DIRECTIONS.
My confidence wained as I pulled into a COMPLETELY unfamiliar parking lot.
I COULD. NOT. BELIEVE. IT.
I got out of my car and went in and tried to explain to the girl that I was pretty sure that I was at the wrong place but that my husband made the appointment and reminded me to GET DIRECTIONS. WHICH I DID…….using the coupon he left. So maybe I was at the right place?
Wrong.
She referred me to another guy where I had to explain my story again and he was gracious enough to print out MORE directions to the rightful Vandevere where we always go. You would have thought I would recognize the street name and realize that I was getting directions to the wrong place….but then YOU would be wrong, too :)
So I get BACK in the car and attempt to follow the directions………..one wrong veer later on those GODFORSAKEN highways in Akron and I am LOST. The trip that according to MAPQUEST was supposed to take 9 minutes has now reached far beyond that estimate.
Throughout this whole ordeal I am calling/texting Liga and she sends me directions (even after I tell her that I am fine that I, miraculously, found the road I was suppose to take…..all roads seem to lead to 77 at some point….., she sends me directions. Which turned out to be a BRILLIANT move on her part because I did INDEED get lost again).
I eventually make it to the RIGHT car shop and I succinctly explain why I was a tid bit late (yes, apparently it takes SOME PEOPLE over an hour to get from Canton to Akron).
And then comes the part of every visit that requires a great amount of dignity………..where I look that car shop man right in the eye and…….
Hand him the sheet of instructions from my husband.
What's even better is when he asks for clarification on some of the things and I just stare back.
Ummmmm……….what's on the sheet? Then that. WHATEVER IS ON THE SHEET.
Finally I am released to the couches and my diet coke and my computer.
It's awesome. I fall under the car shop spell for over 2 hours as I catch up on e-mails and write a blog post.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and it's time to go. I pay and then he asks me is there anything more I can help you with?
Ummmm, yes.
How do I get home?
Now it's his turn to stare at me……..where are you from?
I have to get back to Canton, I tell him. He gives me directions and I am on my way.
And I actually am on the RIGHT way…….what a relief.
Then the phone rings.
Hmmmm……I pick it up.
It's Mike from the car shop.
I immediately say OH MY GOSH DID I LEAVE MY COMPUTER THERE? MY PURSE? WHAT DID I LEAVE THERE?
I hear a chuckle.
No, he says. We just have the wrong paperwork, we need to exchange papers.
I say, Mike is there ANY WAY we can do this without me having to find you again because I don't think that I can.
Well, apparently, Mike is the NICEST car shop man in the world because he is bringing the papers to me. It turns out that he has a funeral just south of Massillon today and if I still reside at the address on my paperwork then he can just bring them to the house. I just need to leave the papers in the mailbox for him. Oh and, he says, if you see a white Sedona pulling into the driveway don't be worried it's just him and he will just drop them in the mailbox.
Well, THANK YOU MIKE.
You have made a Vandevere shopper out of me for life!
Well, I kind of have a thing with car dealerships/repair places, too.
They overwhelm me. I don't get the terminology. I don't care to…….I would drive my car until it stopped running if it were up to me. Noises? Don't hear them. Red lights? Don't see them. Stops and starts, resistance? Don't feel it.
Now this is not the RIGHT way to be, I am just explaining ME. How I am.
Again.
Not the RIGHT way.
Also? I get lost. EVERY. SINGLE. DANG. TIME.
Why do I still go?
Oh the comfy couches, the coffee, the stillness, the peace, the wifi, it's just really a fabulous place to be.
Seriously.
So today………I WAS PREPARED. Today was the day. I was going to have an awesome car shop experience.
Yeah, not really.
It started off well. Joe put my car keys on top of the coupon and paperwork that I was suppose to take. He had a list of things that needed to done written out. He said NUMEROUS times….so you will have to look up the directions to get there, ok? Ok? Yeah, whatever. Got it taken care of……..who CAN'T look up directions? How condescending…………
Ummmmm. So yeah.
It turns out I CAN look up directions………..just not the right ones.
I am driving up to Akron and I am thinking there is just not something right about it but maybe mapquest was taking me the back way………(like there is such a thing. Yes, mapquest…..I would like to take the BACK way today) Anyway, while nothing looked familiar I had utmost confidence in my directions and my ability to get there……because I LOOKED UP THE DIRECTIONS.
My confidence wained as I pulled into a COMPLETELY unfamiliar parking lot.
I COULD. NOT. BELIEVE. IT.
I got out of my car and went in and tried to explain to the girl that I was pretty sure that I was at the wrong place but that my husband made the appointment and reminded me to GET DIRECTIONS. WHICH I DID…….using the coupon he left. So maybe I was at the right place?
Wrong.
She referred me to another guy where I had to explain my story again and he was gracious enough to print out MORE directions to the rightful Vandevere where we always go. You would have thought I would recognize the street name and realize that I was getting directions to the wrong place….but then YOU would be wrong, too :)
So I get BACK in the car and attempt to follow the directions………..one wrong veer later on those GODFORSAKEN highways in Akron and I am LOST. The trip that according to MAPQUEST was supposed to take 9 minutes has now reached far beyond that estimate.
Throughout this whole ordeal I am calling/texting Liga and she sends me directions (even after I tell her that I am fine that I, miraculously, found the road I was suppose to take…..all roads seem to lead to 77 at some point….., she sends me directions. Which turned out to be a BRILLIANT move on her part because I did INDEED get lost again).
I eventually make it to the RIGHT car shop and I succinctly explain why I was a tid bit late (yes, apparently it takes SOME PEOPLE over an hour to get from Canton to Akron).
And then comes the part of every visit that requires a great amount of dignity………..where I look that car shop man right in the eye and…….
Hand him the sheet of instructions from my husband.
What's even better is when he asks for clarification on some of the things and I just stare back.
Ummmmm……….what's on the sheet? Then that. WHATEVER IS ON THE SHEET.
Finally I am released to the couches and my diet coke and my computer.
It's awesome. I fall under the car shop spell for over 2 hours as I catch up on e-mails and write a blog post.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and it's time to go. I pay and then he asks me is there anything more I can help you with?
Ummmm, yes.
How do I get home?
Now it's his turn to stare at me……..where are you from?
I have to get back to Canton, I tell him. He gives me directions and I am on my way.
And I actually am on the RIGHT way…….what a relief.
Then the phone rings.
Hmmmm……I pick it up.
It's Mike from the car shop.
I immediately say OH MY GOSH DID I LEAVE MY COMPUTER THERE? MY PURSE? WHAT DID I LEAVE THERE?
I hear a chuckle.
No, he says. We just have the wrong paperwork, we need to exchange papers.
I say, Mike is there ANY WAY we can do this without me having to find you again because I don't think that I can.
Well, apparently, Mike is the NICEST car shop man in the world because he is bringing the papers to me. It turns out that he has a funeral just south of Massillon today and if I still reside at the address on my paperwork then he can just bring them to the house. I just need to leave the papers in the mailbox for him. Oh and, he says, if you see a white Sedona pulling into the driveway don't be worried it's just him and he will just drop them in the mailbox.
Well, THANK YOU MIKE.
You have made a Vandevere shopper out of me for life!
YES.
Psssst.
Psssst.
Yeah. I am talking to YOU, again.
I just wanted you to know I AM SO EXCITED. I can hardly stand it.
Really.
You see.........well, there is ALL THIS STUFF going down in my my life and in my tiny part of the world and I have ALL THESE IDEAS.
(This is when if you are the YOU that is living around me, you start getting a bit scared :)
And I kind of just wanted to see if YOU had any ideas or thoughts or dreams that you are dreaming....
Because you see I have been SO BLESSED.
I was born into a family where my parents, from day one, have told me that I CAN DO ANYTHING. I mean I knew that I couldn't. I knew that I wasn't going to take the world by storm with my swimming, singing, acting, academics, beauty, etc. I mean I knew that.
But they seemed to have NO IDEA.
And so the idea was planted in ME that........well, maybe? Maybe I can?
Then I met along the way a few friends........in college, on the streets of SW Canton :), in a Village....and, for some reason, they thought I was AWESOME. I was built up. I was loved. I was encouraged. And oh, my friends? We ALWAYS laugh.......and I learned that life was good and people outside of my family could love me fully, too.
And I thought.....yes? A small, maybe-filled yes I can....but what?
Then I met my love. And part of discovering the true love of my life is that he looked at my with eyes that didn't want to change rather they wanted to cherish. In loving me, he gave me the confidence to believe in who I was, in what I could do. He thought I was AMAZING and at that point.......well, who was I to disagree?
And so my yes, I can became a bit louder. I began to allow the dreams and the thoughts and the ideas to be verbalized. I began to write. I began to say silly things, impossible things because.....well, maybe?
And somewhere in the midst of the family foundation and the friends and the love, I found a Father. A Father who, with words and with experiences and through His people, began to show me what HE saw when he looked upon His daughter. And He showed me that all things are possible but maybe not quite in the way that I thought they are. That "all things being possible" isn't a free pass to heal every disease, to end every hardship, to make all things exactly as we want them but maybe it's more complicated than that, more mysterious, more giving us the freedom to dream and imagine and then do..........I don't know exactly. But I do know that He took that gift that my parents, my friends, my love gave me - that belief, that love, that knowledge of who I was - and He turned my small, timid yes into.......
YES, YES I CAN!!! All those dreams and ideas and thoughts and imaginings..........well, I don't know if they will happen or come about but I am not going to let them die in my head, in my heart.
AND I DON'T WANT YOUR IDEAS AND DREAMS AND THOUGHTS TO GET TRAPPED AND DIE BEFORE THEY EVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY.
Failure not an option?
THAT IS CRAP.
Failure is never even trying.
Failure is thinking you can't.
Failure is not recognizing dreams and ideas and thoughts as life and possibility and beginnings.
Failure is thinking you are not good enough.
Failure is giving up the dreaming just because you aren't in a season when you can DO.
Failure is letting your NO be louder than your YES.
Failure is missing opportunities to tell others YES to their ideas and dreams.
You WILL make mistakes.
You WILL have to try again.....and again......and again.....and then again.
You WILL have to keep saying yes.
You WILL do the wrong thing, say the wrong thing.
You WILL be made stronger though trials and hardships and discomfort.
BUT......BUT.....it doesn't mean that you have FAILED.
And so today I want you to know that I BELIEVE in your dreams and your craziness and the words that God whispers to your heart but you are quick to dismiss because too many people have said NO to you or told you things about yourself that just aren't true.
YES.
YOU CAN.
Oh and........by the way............this is kind of a dangerous road to get on......because you see?
Your dreams?
Your ideas?
Your thoughts?
Ummm.......well, once you start? Once you find your voice and you take a step?
Well, there's the next step and the next step and the next and one day you will find yourself in a place that goes WELL BEYOND your dreams and your thoughts and your ideas and you will wonder HOW ON EARTH DID I GET HERE?
And you will look back and realize it all started with an inkling of that thought that formed in your mind when you first said YES.
So..............will you say YES?
Psssst.
Yeah. I am talking to YOU, again.
I just wanted you to know I AM SO EXCITED. I can hardly stand it.
Really.
You see.........well, there is ALL THIS STUFF going down in my my life and in my tiny part of the world and I have ALL THESE IDEAS.
(This is when if you are the YOU that is living around me, you start getting a bit scared :)
And I kind of just wanted to see if YOU had any ideas or thoughts or dreams that you are dreaming....
Because you see I have been SO BLESSED.
I was born into a family where my parents, from day one, have told me that I CAN DO ANYTHING. I mean I knew that I couldn't. I knew that I wasn't going to take the world by storm with my swimming, singing, acting, academics, beauty, etc. I mean I knew that.
But they seemed to have NO IDEA.
And so the idea was planted in ME that........well, maybe? Maybe I can?
Then I met along the way a few friends........in college, on the streets of SW Canton :), in a Village....and, for some reason, they thought I was AWESOME. I was built up. I was loved. I was encouraged. And oh, my friends? We ALWAYS laugh.......and I learned that life was good and people outside of my family could love me fully, too.
And I thought.....yes? A small, maybe-filled yes I can....but what?
Then I met my love. And part of discovering the true love of my life is that he looked at my with eyes that didn't want to change rather they wanted to cherish. In loving me, he gave me the confidence to believe in who I was, in what I could do. He thought I was AMAZING and at that point.......well, who was I to disagree?
And so my yes, I can became a bit louder. I began to allow the dreams and the thoughts and the ideas to be verbalized. I began to write. I began to say silly things, impossible things because.....well, maybe?
And somewhere in the midst of the family foundation and the friends and the love, I found a Father. A Father who, with words and with experiences and through His people, began to show me what HE saw when he looked upon His daughter. And He showed me that all things are possible but maybe not quite in the way that I thought they are. That "all things being possible" isn't a free pass to heal every disease, to end every hardship, to make all things exactly as we want them but maybe it's more complicated than that, more mysterious, more giving us the freedom to dream and imagine and then do..........I don't know exactly. But I do know that He took that gift that my parents, my friends, my love gave me - that belief, that love, that knowledge of who I was - and He turned my small, timid yes into.......
YES, YES I CAN!!! All those dreams and ideas and thoughts and imaginings..........well, I don't know if they will happen or come about but I am not going to let them die in my head, in my heart.
AND I DON'T WANT YOUR IDEAS AND DREAMS AND THOUGHTS TO GET TRAPPED AND DIE BEFORE THEY EVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY.
Failure not an option?
THAT IS CRAP.
Failure is never even trying.
Failure is thinking you can't.
Failure is not recognizing dreams and ideas and thoughts as life and possibility and beginnings.
Failure is thinking you are not good enough.
Failure is giving up the dreaming just because you aren't in a season when you can DO.
Failure is letting your NO be louder than your YES.
Failure is missing opportunities to tell others YES to their ideas and dreams.
You WILL make mistakes.
You WILL have to try again.....and again......and again.....and then again.
You WILL have to keep saying yes.
You WILL do the wrong thing, say the wrong thing.
You WILL be made stronger though trials and hardships and discomfort.
BUT......BUT.....it doesn't mean that you have FAILED.
And so today I want you to know that I BELIEVE in your dreams and your craziness and the words that God whispers to your heart but you are quick to dismiss because too many people have said NO to you or told you things about yourself that just aren't true.
YES.
YOU CAN.
Oh and........by the way............this is kind of a dangerous road to get on......because you see?
Your dreams?
Your ideas?
Your thoughts?
Ummm.......well, once you start? Once you find your voice and you take a step?
Well, there's the next step and the next step and the next and one day you will find yourself in a place that goes WELL BEYOND your dreams and your thoughts and your ideas and you will wonder HOW ON EARTH DID I GET HERE?
And you will look back and realize it all started with an inkling of that thought that formed in your mind when you first said YES.
So..............will you say YES?
Thursday, December 19, 2013
With You
So………it's been awhile.
Maybe you thought I forgot?
I didn't.
I never do.
But maybe I take for granted the person I love most.
You came into my life quite unexpectedly.
I had been searching for what seems to be my whole life for YOU.
I had almost given up hope and I thought I was fine on my own…….or at least I pretended to be because everyone says once you stop looking they will come to you.
And so I stopped.
And you appeared.
In your dopey smily face tie and matching suspenders, looking all out of place and rather noticeable in the all-female world of my elementary school.
I was first grade. You were tutor.
Remember the crush you had on the guidance counselor?
Thank goodness she took a pass and I stepped in.
That seems so long ago and yet…………
Here we are.
Three kids.
Ten years.
And many more to go.
You are my first love, my first real love.
And my last.
You are everything I had hoped for and so much more.
I have watched you grow into the man you are - a preacher man, a teacher man, a man others look up to, a father that others watch, a man who lives each day for his family.
You speak truth, you live truth.
I know that you think you are no big deal and that is part of what makes you great…..the fact that you point others to Him and not to you.
You are my rock.
You are my safe place.
You are the one I want always to come home to.
Thank you for living this life with me.
We are on an adventure, no?
I can't say this is where I thought we would be but no other place I would rather be.
You and me.
Me and you.
Another ten?
Another twenty?
I am a greedy woman.
I want at least fifty more and well, you know me. Eternity?
Yes.
That's what I want.
With you.
Maybe you thought I forgot?
I didn't.
I never do.
But maybe I take for granted the person I love most.
You came into my life quite unexpectedly.
I had been searching for what seems to be my whole life for YOU.
I had almost given up hope and I thought I was fine on my own…….or at least I pretended to be because everyone says once you stop looking they will come to you.
And so I stopped.
And you appeared.
In your dopey smily face tie and matching suspenders, looking all out of place and rather noticeable in the all-female world of my elementary school.
I was first grade. You were tutor.
Remember the crush you had on the guidance counselor?
Thank goodness she took a pass and I stepped in.
That seems so long ago and yet…………
Here we are.
Three kids.
Ten years.
And many more to go.
You are my first love, my first real love.
And my last.
You are everything I had hoped for and so much more.
I have watched you grow into the man you are - a preacher man, a teacher man, a man others look up to, a father that others watch, a man who lives each day for his family.
You speak truth, you live truth.
I know that you think you are no big deal and that is part of what makes you great…..the fact that you point others to Him and not to you.
You are my rock.
You are my safe place.
You are the one I want always to come home to.
Thank you for living this life with me.
We are on an adventure, no?
I can't say this is where I thought we would be but no other place I would rather be.
You and me.
Me and you.
Another ten?
Another twenty?
I am a greedy woman.
I want at least fifty more and well, you know me. Eternity?
Yes.
That's what I want.
With you.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Live
I prayed over a friend the other night, a friend I love who has children I know and love. It's one of those friends who sees you more in your jammies than she does in regular clothes, the friend that you honestly don't care when she sees your house a mess, the friend where you walk in her house because you know you are always welcome, the friend that you know will last.
And so when I prayed I found myself resisting the words because I didn't want her to think that I was guiding a big decision that she must make. But I prayed them anyway…….words that were a combination of what I see and, surely, what God sees in her, in her children, in her family.
You see……….my friend?
She is fierce.
She is loyal.
She has a strong voice.
She has a strong sense of justice.
She is one who does not walk away.
Yet her heart breaks easily.
She is easily hurt……..even when she says she isn't :)
She loves much.
And her children?
The same.
Why?
Not because she has sat them down and taught them these things but because she LIVES these things.
And probably I have said these things before and, most likely, I will say them again. But they matter. It matters that we recognize that our influence comes from our lives. So many times we get caught up in the pretty and the organized and the well said and the lessons taught. There are blogs and websites and debates and OH.MY.WORD. that pinterest (yes, yes, I know it's a good thing and helpful and all that for the healthy and rational………but face it mothers are rarely healthy and rational at all times - guard your hearts against the perfection found on a page, rarely is it reflected in the every day, in the 24/7 business of motherhood :).
And so today as I walked into my girl's room and looked at their dry erase board hanging on the wall……well, I had a moment. One of those mommy moments when I might have cried a happy tear or two and felt that proud swell of my mother's heart. For on their board I saw what they had written…….
"I'm thankful for………."
And their board was beginning to be filled with their thanks. The childish, first time scrawl of my four year old writing "ANNIE" nearly broke me.
And I walked out and saw our "path" in our dining room. I had this GREAT idea from the bible verse "A voice of one calling: 'In the wilderness prepare the way for the LORD; make straight in the desert a highway for our God." - Isaiah 40:3 We were going to have quiet time EVERY NIGHT during December, our abiding month and then write things out on our construction paper path………..didn't happen. But it did happen some of the time :) And Nico always has something for me to write on the path.
"Lead on the path by the light of Jesus."
"He will like my gift."
I remember feeling anxious about the not knowing how to TEACH my child to hear from God. I mean it seems such a crazy thing, a far out there type thing and yet it happens. I wanted so much for my kids to experience JESUS and GOD and feel that peace and hear the words.
And it's happening.
Not because of a lecture we gave about hearing God. Not because we sat down and taught a carefully crafted lesson but because we LIVE it and are surrounded by people who live it. They have walked in on prayer times, on adults sitting at the knees of another, praying words that God has given. What seemed slightly weird and kooky to me just a few years ago is regular life to them.
So what's my point?
Don't worry so much.
All around me I see women, men who are ordinary people leading extraordinary lives. They are using the gifts God has given them. There are parents who battle for their kids who are raising kids who know how to fight the good fight and stand up to make a difference. There are parents who treasure and create beauty in their homes and in their lives; they are raising their kids to recognize and value our God as creator. There are parents who give generously with their time, money, lives and these parents - oh kids, please know that every time your mom or dad is away they are wondering how it is affecting you - and they are teaching their kids that "you before me" is the only way to live. There are parents who go to work each day, not loving what they do but loving who they do it for and they are teaching their kids the value of sacrifice and supporting their family.
Oh my.
You are teaching so much.
Your children are learning so much.
I stand in awe of the lives I am able to witness every day.
And I am so encouraged and blessed that my children are able to witness them too.
For I am not everything my friend is - not in the same way.
And that's ok.
We aren't just parents to our own. We belong to one another.
And so I am joyful on this day that together our lives are making a difference. I am joyful that our lives are able to speak for themselves and we don't need to rely on perfectly scripted lessons or perfectly crafted moments. We simply need to rely on Him…….and, well, it helps to have one another.
So thankful for my fierce friend and her not so easily contained heart.
So thankful for the others who have joined us, who are teaching our children how to be generous, how to love well, how to pray, how to stand strong in the word, how to go against the grain when it counts, how to forgive, how to have grace, how to speak truth gently and lovingly, how to experience joy, how to worship, how to have fun, how to be trustworthy, how to work hard and so much more.
You are a gift.
You are part of the reason I don't worry nearly as much as I might have before.
So don't worry so much, just LIVE who you want your children to be.
Oh and it helps if you have some AWESOME people join you along the way………
And so when I prayed I found myself resisting the words because I didn't want her to think that I was guiding a big decision that she must make. But I prayed them anyway…….words that were a combination of what I see and, surely, what God sees in her, in her children, in her family.
You see……….my friend?
She is fierce.
She is loyal.
She has a strong voice.
She has a strong sense of justice.
She is one who does not walk away.
Yet her heart breaks easily.
She is easily hurt……..even when she says she isn't :)
She loves much.
And her children?
The same.
Why?
Not because she has sat them down and taught them these things but because she LIVES these things.
And probably I have said these things before and, most likely, I will say them again. But they matter. It matters that we recognize that our influence comes from our lives. So many times we get caught up in the pretty and the organized and the well said and the lessons taught. There are blogs and websites and debates and OH.MY.WORD. that pinterest (yes, yes, I know it's a good thing and helpful and all that for the healthy and rational………but face it mothers are rarely healthy and rational at all times - guard your hearts against the perfection found on a page, rarely is it reflected in the every day, in the 24/7 business of motherhood :).
And so today as I walked into my girl's room and looked at their dry erase board hanging on the wall……well, I had a moment. One of those mommy moments when I might have cried a happy tear or two and felt that proud swell of my mother's heart. For on their board I saw what they had written…….
"I'm thankful for………."
And their board was beginning to be filled with their thanks. The childish, first time scrawl of my four year old writing "ANNIE" nearly broke me.
And I walked out and saw our "path" in our dining room. I had this GREAT idea from the bible verse "A voice of one calling: 'In the wilderness prepare the way for the LORD; make straight in the desert a highway for our God." - Isaiah 40:3 We were going to have quiet time EVERY NIGHT during December, our abiding month and then write things out on our construction paper path………..didn't happen. But it did happen some of the time :) And Nico always has something for me to write on the path.
"Lead on the path by the light of Jesus."
"He will like my gift."
I remember feeling anxious about the not knowing how to TEACH my child to hear from God. I mean it seems such a crazy thing, a far out there type thing and yet it happens. I wanted so much for my kids to experience JESUS and GOD and feel that peace and hear the words.
And it's happening.
Not because of a lecture we gave about hearing God. Not because we sat down and taught a carefully crafted lesson but because we LIVE it and are surrounded by people who live it. They have walked in on prayer times, on adults sitting at the knees of another, praying words that God has given. What seemed slightly weird and kooky to me just a few years ago is regular life to them.
So what's my point?
Don't worry so much.
All around me I see women, men who are ordinary people leading extraordinary lives. They are using the gifts God has given them. There are parents who battle for their kids who are raising kids who know how to fight the good fight and stand up to make a difference. There are parents who treasure and create beauty in their homes and in their lives; they are raising their kids to recognize and value our God as creator. There are parents who give generously with their time, money, lives and these parents - oh kids, please know that every time your mom or dad is away they are wondering how it is affecting you - and they are teaching their kids that "you before me" is the only way to live. There are parents who go to work each day, not loving what they do but loving who they do it for and they are teaching their kids the value of sacrifice and supporting their family.
Oh my.
You are teaching so much.
Your children are learning so much.
I stand in awe of the lives I am able to witness every day.
And I am so encouraged and blessed that my children are able to witness them too.
For I am not everything my friend is - not in the same way.
And that's ok.
We aren't just parents to our own. We belong to one another.
And so I am joyful on this day that together our lives are making a difference. I am joyful that our lives are able to speak for themselves and we don't need to rely on perfectly scripted lessons or perfectly crafted moments. We simply need to rely on Him…….and, well, it helps to have one another.
So thankful for my fierce friend and her not so easily contained heart.
So thankful for the others who have joined us, who are teaching our children how to be generous, how to love well, how to pray, how to stand strong in the word, how to go against the grain when it counts, how to forgive, how to have grace, how to speak truth gently and lovingly, how to experience joy, how to worship, how to have fun, how to be trustworthy, how to work hard and so much more.
You are a gift.
You are part of the reason I don't worry nearly as much as I might have before.
So don't worry so much, just LIVE who you want your children to be.
Oh and it helps if you have some AWESOME people join you along the way………
Thursday, December 5, 2013
I Believe
"Comfort, comfort my people, says your God."
Yes Lord…….comfort is what we need. Comfort is what we seek. This world seems so hard and unfair and unexpected………except we come to expect the tragedy, we come to expect the world to break open and we fall through, we fall down, we fall to our knees, O God.
God, we seek your comfort……..
"A voice of one calling 'In the wilderness prepare the way for the Lord; make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be raised up, every mountain and hill made low; the rough ground shall become level, the rugged places a plain. And the glory of the Lord will be revealed, and all people will see it together. For the mouth of the Lord has spoken."
God…….God………the valleys are seeming low, the ground is rocky, the rugged places surpass the smooth and straight. Come, Lord Jesus, come. I want to see the valleys raised up, the mountains made low, the rough patches smooth………Lord, I want to see GLORY. I want all to be revealed…….I want to see your ways, your plan, your heart in this place.
Lord, I am calling out……making a way for You because there seems to be nothing else to do. I cannot make right the things of this world without you. Nothing makes sense without you. And so I trust and I have faith and I don't try to explain away what I can't know…….instead I look forward, one step at a time and I call out to you.
"A voice says, 'Cry out.' And I said, 'What shall I cry?' 'All people are like grass and their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever."
Oh Lord.
I am crying out.
My heart is crying out.
My plea is for you, Lord.
My plea is for this world to be made yours again.
I have felt your breathe upon me, Lord. I have seen evidence of the fleeting nature of this world.
Lord, I know that you are good. I know that you love. I know that you endure forever.
But today……..today I feel the breath and I feel the withering and I see the falling.
Let me see evidence of You.
"Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint."
Oh, Lord, I know.
I have heard.
You…….I cannot fathom.
Nor can I try.
Give strength to the weary.
Give power to the weak.
Lift up those who cannot stand on their own.
Give foundation to those who are falling.
Renew them, Lord, renew them.
We are tired, Lord.
We are weary.
We are stumbling in this world.
All we can do today is make way for you.
Today I clear a path, I make a space and I sit.
I wait.
I trust.
I believe.
Yes Lord…….comfort is what we need. Comfort is what we seek. This world seems so hard and unfair and unexpected………except we come to expect the tragedy, we come to expect the world to break open and we fall through, we fall down, we fall to our knees, O God.
God, we seek your comfort……..
"A voice of one calling 'In the wilderness prepare the way for the Lord; make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be raised up, every mountain and hill made low; the rough ground shall become level, the rugged places a plain. And the glory of the Lord will be revealed, and all people will see it together. For the mouth of the Lord has spoken."
God…….God………the valleys are seeming low, the ground is rocky, the rugged places surpass the smooth and straight. Come, Lord Jesus, come. I want to see the valleys raised up, the mountains made low, the rough patches smooth………Lord, I want to see GLORY. I want all to be revealed…….I want to see your ways, your plan, your heart in this place.
Lord, I am calling out……making a way for You because there seems to be nothing else to do. I cannot make right the things of this world without you. Nothing makes sense without you. And so I trust and I have faith and I don't try to explain away what I can't know…….instead I look forward, one step at a time and I call out to you.
"A voice says, 'Cry out.' And I said, 'What shall I cry?' 'All people are like grass and their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever."
Oh Lord.
I am crying out.
My heart is crying out.
My plea is for you, Lord.
My plea is for this world to be made yours again.
I have felt your breathe upon me, Lord. I have seen evidence of the fleeting nature of this world.
Lord, I know that you are good. I know that you love. I know that you endure forever.
But today……..today I feel the breath and I feel the withering and I see the falling.
Let me see evidence of You.
"Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint."
Oh, Lord, I know.
I have heard.
You…….I cannot fathom.
Nor can I try.
Give strength to the weary.
Give power to the weak.
Lift up those who cannot stand on their own.
Give foundation to those who are falling.
Renew them, Lord, renew them.
We are tired, Lord.
We are weary.
We are stumbling in this world.
All we can do today is make way for you.
Today I clear a path, I make a space and I sit.
I wait.
I trust.
I believe.
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