Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God. Show all posts

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Another Change for Same Old Me

So, I went and did it again. I recreated myself, improved myself, and...lost...myself. Ok, not all that dramatic, but maybe a little. Let me rewind.

Several years ago, I went through this period where I decided to live.it.up. I drank too much, travelled (without the husband) too much, danced the night away, and didn't think one single thought as to what it was doing to me, my husband, my friends, and the people we all know are watching from the sidelines. Honestly, did you know that people are watching you? It's true. And not just in a social media creeper kind of way, but in real life. I was making bad decisions. It all came to a head and I decided it was time to pull myself completely from that lifestyle. That was almost 5 years ago.

A year later, my husband and I found ourselves pregnant and stronger than ever! We had rededicated ourselves to finding a home church and things were looking up! Caroline, our little bundle of joy, is now a healthy, strong-willed, toddler. We have a fabulous church home that we love, a great circle of friends, a healthy relationship, and are working on accomplishing dreams we had put on hold or forgotten about.

But something was missing. I didn't know what it was, I just knew that something had left my life and I couldn't put my finger on it. About a week ago, a friend of mine recommended a book to me after hearing that I hadn't been able to keep interest in anything I'd tried to read lately - which was admittedly a poor attempt anyway.

Having just pushed to complete a YA Novel I'd been working on here and there for the past year or so in time to submit it to a writing contest (which yet another friend had told me about and half challenged me to work for), I found myself wondering what it compared to and I had no idea. I hadn't written it to fit a genre or to fill a specific publisher's call. It was an idea that had come to me and I just wrote it. The only book I've completed in the past year and a half was The Big Leap and that was for my Mary Kay training. A book about a young pirate, his curse, and a kiss sure didn't fit that as a comparable title. So when said friend, whom I've known almost my whole life, suggested a book, I went out and bought it. And I devoured it. Within 3 days it was completely finished and it had ravished my mind.

A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas, which you can find here.

I had to run an errand on my own and randomly put in an older CD, one I'd listened to years ago before I'd taken on the "Mom" Hat and refused to take it off. And I found that piece I'd been missing. It was in me all along, just waiting to be unearthed. The combination of a few simple things I just hadn't embraced in awhile was what was missing. Reading, writing, and singing.

You see, society gives us labels and we reject them or embrace them or don't even realize we're wearing them. But sometimes I think we box ourselves in to the idea of what we should be, or that we can't have anything we used to have because of who we've worked so hard to become. But some of the things can still fit. They're supposed to fit.

I quit listening to secular music because it wasn't as upbeat and positive as I personally needed when I'd first made the decision to go a different direction in my life. I'd quit reading books when I decided I needed to be a more present parent - or told myself I didn't have time, when I spend WAY too much time scrolling social media. I shouldn't blog because what could I possibly have to say? But reading those pages, heck, just holding the book, felt so good. It didn't compromise my beliefs. It didn't take time away from my family.

Listening to that CD and singing at the top of my lungs didn't make my worship this morning feel any less connected to God. If anything, it helped. Because I felt more whole, I wore my whole skin. God created me to be inspired by music and people and stories and love songs. God created me to create, to write. God created me to connect with people, to give a voice to what I've gone through and continue to go through. Why had I stopped?

Because I had decided what I needed. Sometimes we are so blinded by what we desire to become that we can't see that our stumbling blocks were put there by our own hands.

Now, I'm not saying go out and drink to oblivion and cheat on your significant other because you used to and it feels good at the moment! But, guys, we have to allow ourselves to enjoy every aspect of our God-created life. Am I now forfeiting my Shine.fm radio station, or K Love? No way! But if I want to pop in some Taylor Swift and teach the toddler to "Shake It Off" is that such a bad thing? Heck. No.

What part of you did you leave behind on accident? Thank God for His timing, He put each of these pieces in place perfectly one after the other! I'm still out here trying to conquer the world, but at least now I'll be doing it with everything I have! How about you?

Sunday, February 8, 2015

The Thing They Never Told Me

You're not going to sleep for 18 years. You'll never look the same. Say goodbye to your love life. Now you'll really be out of money. Good luck keeping a clean house now!

All things about parenthood I heard while enduring 10 months carrying precious cargo. But there was a warning no one gave. One I couldn't even vocalize it until a friend of mine asked a week or two into having my darling Caroline home.

She asked,

"What's it like to be a mom?"

What is it like? To know that this tiny person depends on you for everything. To know that for the rest of her life she will look to her daddy and me for security. Comfort. Advice. The list goes on and on. And while they are true, there was one thing that rang truer than the rest, and it was the answer I gave.

"It's like I never knew God until I held her."

I have sang the songs and learned the verses. Jesus loves me. For God so loved the world that He gave His only son. And as I held that tiny baby in my arms, I realized how great a sacrifice that was.

Mary held a slumbering babe in her arms. She faced the same knowledge as I, that he would look to her for security, comfort, advice. That babe was given to her, the son of God. God's son. And He knew that His son would be persecuted and tortured, loved and hated, that he would suffer on the cross and die. My heart aches with the thought. And Mary, oh Mary. To watch her son go through so much. And surely as she saw him under the burden of that cross she remembered the first time she held him in her arms. A tiny bundle, asleep, nestled close to her. What strength she had.

This is also around the time that I stop to wonder if that's where the similarities end. Did Jesus have colic? Gas issues? Because I tell you what, if Mary got through colic and gas without gas drops and gripe water, she must have really been given heavenly strength.

The first few weeks I found myself in tears, frequently. I was overwhelmed. Not with sleep deprivation or disgust over my new "mom pouch," but overwhelmed with love. The love I had for her, for my mom and husband who helped me get through labor, and in pain for the mom's who have had to watch their children suffer. C is only going on 6 months, so she has yet to be lied to or have her heart broken or learned the evils of the world. But the quiver and pout of her lip when she's over tired, over hungry, or just having a bad day is enough to melt me. I would give anything for her to never hurt, but that's impossible.

And who knows, sometimes beauty can come from pain we've endured. Sometimes having to sit by yourself in the cafeteria gives you strength. Being rejected teaches you perseverance. In all things there are lessons, and God promises to turn all things to good for us.

Which brings everything full circle. We are God's children. The same way I hold my baby and want to give her the world, God wants to give us the desires of our hearts. The same way I want all the best for her, He wants for me. The same way I will set rules in place for her safety, He has already given to me.

The thing no one ever told me, is how much clearer I would see God and understand Him in the slow rise and fall of my daughters chest as she sleeps peacefully in my arms, safe and secure and trusting.

Just was we need to be in the arms of our Father.