Today I am mourning the loss of a relationship.... I have been friends with this particular person for over 20 years and we have certainly had our ups and downs but I believe the roller coaster relationship has come to an end. Too much baggage to discuss in a public blog but it seems that what once was a good thing has become a toxic thing. Toxic for both of us actually. I don't think there are hard feelings on either side - just an agreement that it's time for each of us to go our separate ways. It is the oddest thing I've experienced in my whole life.
I am sad, yes - but not overly. It's like I just realized that it was something that had to be done. She and I are in completely different places in life and neither one of us can understand the other's viewpoints in several areas. I do feel her friendship was one God blessed me with long ago but I also feel that God was ready for it to be over. He has given me this inexplicable peace about it. Either that or I've gone through so much pain already that I'm numb. Honestly though - I think I've felt God preparing me for this for quite awhile now.
I feel that changes are happening in and around me. Like my life is entering a new season. I don't know if this is a good feeling or not but rather that it's time for a change. I'm curiously content about it all.
This all may be temporary and I am open to reconciliation if it happens to ever come about but I feel a sense of finality in this. With that sense, I feel a sense of hope because I see new friendships emerging that seem to better serve the purpose God gave us for this type of relationship. I tried to salvage what I could but just hit a brick wall each time. A shame? Yes it is but I believe that things like this must change or we do not continue to grow as we should. I held her back as much as she did me. I may be grasping at straws here, but I have no choice but to try to make a little lemonade out of a very sour experience.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
The Acquaintance
There you are again. How many times have I seen you, exchanged smiles, muttered a friendly hello and received a response in kind.? I know you yet I don’t. Most of the time we brush past each other and go our separate ways, never giving each other a second thought. But today, I look out across the crowd , into your laughing eyes and I see that glimpse of darkness behind your perfect smile.
Then I begin to wonder how our lives could be so similar yet seem so different on the surface. I wonder if the emotion underneath the mask is an indication of inner sadness, rage or just plain indifference. You seem to have it all together. Your life appears as a story book to the rest. But I see you have a secret and I share in that uneasiness. I wonder to myself, what kind of beautiful friendship could possibly be formed from the common bond we have, yet I will probably never approach you to pursue it.
Why must we live with this facade of perfection? It doesn’t seem to benefit either one us for hidden flaws cannot be repaired. How can we possibly relate to one another or others if we are not able to share our mistakes, our hurts, and our frustrations? Why is it so difficult to let people in to the inner workings of our mind? Without transparency, we are like the clouds which hide the sunshine from our soul.
The next time I see you, I will notice your perfectly groomed hair, your flawless fingernails, your pristine designer bag and the poised way you carry yourself. We will nod and smile. But next time, if the hint of sadness still shows beneath the forced but natural looking smile, I will stop and show you that I care. Kind words or gentle touch…. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to see within my expression that I have internal shadows too and our familiar nods will become knowing glances that lead to lengthening conversations. And we will begin to open our hearts to letting others in, to sharing more of our souls and to the clarity that sharing our needs, faults and imperfections can bring. For as much as we are alike, so are others and we do not have to endure this life alone.
Then I begin to wonder how our lives could be so similar yet seem so different on the surface. I wonder if the emotion underneath the mask is an indication of inner sadness, rage or just plain indifference. You seem to have it all together. Your life appears as a story book to the rest. But I see you have a secret and I share in that uneasiness. I wonder to myself, what kind of beautiful friendship could possibly be formed from the common bond we have, yet I will probably never approach you to pursue it.
Why must we live with this facade of perfection? It doesn’t seem to benefit either one us for hidden flaws cannot be repaired. How can we possibly relate to one another or others if we are not able to share our mistakes, our hurts, and our frustrations? Why is it so difficult to let people in to the inner workings of our mind? Without transparency, we are like the clouds which hide the sunshine from our soul.
The next time I see you, I will notice your perfectly groomed hair, your flawless fingernails, your pristine designer bag and the poised way you carry yourself. We will nod and smile. But next time, if the hint of sadness still shows beneath the forced but natural looking smile, I will stop and show you that I care. Kind words or gentle touch…. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to see within my expression that I have internal shadows too and our familiar nods will become knowing glances that lead to lengthening conversations. And we will begin to open our hearts to letting others in, to sharing more of our souls and to the clarity that sharing our needs, faults and imperfections can bring. For as much as we are alike, so are others and we do not have to endure this life alone.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Blogging Blahs
I used to blog about every other day. Guess I had a lot to say back then. Or perhaps I just didn't care what I put out there for all the world to see. I'm becoming more guarded these days because of recent mistakes and heartaches. I hate to put out a negative or depressing blog because that's not what I'm all about! Even the title of my blog is all happy and sweet. But life isn't always polka dots and daisies.....
Sometimes I wonder - with all the negatvity around us in this crazy world - how we manage to block it out and go about our routine. How do we manage to ignore it and put on a happy face in spite of it all. But yet we do - most of the time. Is that being fake? Or is it being positive in effort to change the outlook on our little world? But what about being real? Sometimes it takes all the energy I have to put negative thoughts in the back of my mind. Sometimes, i just need a good outburst. OK - so I'm not the screaming type but a good cry can be so refreshing.
Problem is, I haven't had time to do that. Occasionally I feel it coming on and I run. I try to get out of the public eye to have a momentary private sob. And yet - once I get to my quiet place, I find the emotion surpressed and I am unable to surface it. I feel it welling up inside me yet it keeps getting squelched.
A friend reminded me last week that dread does not bring God joy. I would imagine sadness does not bring God joy either. If my purpose is to bring God joy, then what do I do with the hurt, the disappointment, the discontent and all the other fleshy emotions in my system? I don't think squelching them is the answer. I have to find a way to let God replace them with the good. I have to stop believing the lies I tell myself. I have to spend more time in the Word and really listen to what He is telling me instead of what the world is telling me. At times, this seems a daunting task and the mere thought sends me reeling with helplessness.
One day at a time. One foot in front of the other. Practicing patience in effort to find peace.
Sometimes I wonder - with all the negatvity around us in this crazy world - how we manage to block it out and go about our routine. How do we manage to ignore it and put on a happy face in spite of it all. But yet we do - most of the time. Is that being fake? Or is it being positive in effort to change the outlook on our little world? But what about being real? Sometimes it takes all the energy I have to put negative thoughts in the back of my mind. Sometimes, i just need a good outburst. OK - so I'm not the screaming type but a good cry can be so refreshing.
Problem is, I haven't had time to do that. Occasionally I feel it coming on and I run. I try to get out of the public eye to have a momentary private sob. And yet - once I get to my quiet place, I find the emotion surpressed and I am unable to surface it. I feel it welling up inside me yet it keeps getting squelched.
A friend reminded me last week that dread does not bring God joy. I would imagine sadness does not bring God joy either. If my purpose is to bring God joy, then what do I do with the hurt, the disappointment, the discontent and all the other fleshy emotions in my system? I don't think squelching them is the answer. I have to find a way to let God replace them with the good. I have to stop believing the lies I tell myself. I have to spend more time in the Word and really listen to what He is telling me instead of what the world is telling me. At times, this seems a daunting task and the mere thought sends me reeling with helplessness.
One day at a time. One foot in front of the other. Practicing patience in effort to find peace.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Dependence Day
We grow up thinking independence is a good thing. We are taught from childhood skills we need to live on our own and how to handle things ourselves. The word independent is positive and strong - we even have a day we celebrate our independence from another country. Girls more than ever are taught this concept because for so many years women were dependent on men. That became an extreme negative! My mom was no feminist but even she ingrained in me the need to be able to support myself on my own - 'just in case'...... I was also taught that I could do or be anything I wanted to be. My independence and self confidence have always been a source of pride for me. I am now learning they are not necessarily my strengths.....
When I think about God, I also think about my role as a parent. I am God's child, therefore He loves me like I love my children. He is there to teach and to guide me. He has given me all the tools I need for survival but I am still a child! I have not attained adulthood in my Christian walk. I still need Him to hold my hand. I am beginning to see that our life on earth in a way is our 'raising'. Just as we raise our children to become adults, God is raising us to become adult Christians. Some mature more quickly than others. Some go at a slower pace. And some of us may be slightly retarded! The difference is that the goal of human parenting is independence while God's goal as our father is for us to become completely dependent.
This has been a difficult concept for me. I was raised to be independent and I am now raising my children to be independent. It's been my goal, my focus as long as I can remember. I am discovering that I cannot apply this concept in my spirtual journey. My control freak side has to go! I am not in charge and I cannot continue to try to 'do it myself'. As Dr. Phil might put it....it's just not working for me. And God didn't intend for it to work! I am discovering I am more like a strong willed two year old than a mature independent adult when it comes to spiritual matters. Good thing God is patient!
I was reading Romans 1 and thinking to myself - Why did God let them go? Why does He let us do shameful, harmful things to ourselves and others? Why did He give us free will after all? I'm learning that just as we have to let our own children go out into this world and learn and make mistakes of their own, God does this too. He lets us go so we can make mistakes and figure out that independence will get us nowhere. That as long as we live on earth, we ARE dependent. He wants us to be completely dependent on Him and Him alone. When we branch off and try to handle life ourselves, it isn't too long before we realize we are unhappy, discontent or just a complete mess. If we go this way too long, we end up finding out that we are completely lost. At this point we cry. We cry for our shepherd and it isn't long before He is there, picking us up and bringing us back to the flock.
This thought is going to be with me for awhile. I'm not sure I've grasped it completely so likely will be the source of a few blogs and may be a concept I struggle with for the rest of my life. It's not easy letting go. There's the cliche - "Let Go and Let God". It makes sense but isn't always easy to do.
Proverbs 3:5-6 - "Trust the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight." If that's not anti-independence, I don't know what is! How long have I known this verse and it's just now sinking in ?!?!
When I think about God, I also think about my role as a parent. I am God's child, therefore He loves me like I love my children. He is there to teach and to guide me. He has given me all the tools I need for survival but I am still a child! I have not attained adulthood in my Christian walk. I still need Him to hold my hand. I am beginning to see that our life on earth in a way is our 'raising'. Just as we raise our children to become adults, God is raising us to become adult Christians. Some mature more quickly than others. Some go at a slower pace. And some of us may be slightly retarded! The difference is that the goal of human parenting is independence while God's goal as our father is for us to become completely dependent.
This has been a difficult concept for me. I was raised to be independent and I am now raising my children to be independent. It's been my goal, my focus as long as I can remember. I am discovering that I cannot apply this concept in my spirtual journey. My control freak side has to go! I am not in charge and I cannot continue to try to 'do it myself'. As Dr. Phil might put it....it's just not working for me. And God didn't intend for it to work! I am discovering I am more like a strong willed two year old than a mature independent adult when it comes to spiritual matters. Good thing God is patient!
I was reading Romans 1 and thinking to myself - Why did God let them go? Why does He let us do shameful, harmful things to ourselves and others? Why did He give us free will after all? I'm learning that just as we have to let our own children go out into this world and learn and make mistakes of their own, God does this too. He lets us go so we can make mistakes and figure out that independence will get us nowhere. That as long as we live on earth, we ARE dependent. He wants us to be completely dependent on Him and Him alone. When we branch off and try to handle life ourselves, it isn't too long before we realize we are unhappy, discontent or just a complete mess. If we go this way too long, we end up finding out that we are completely lost. At this point we cry. We cry for our shepherd and it isn't long before He is there, picking us up and bringing us back to the flock.
This thought is going to be with me for awhile. I'm not sure I've grasped it completely so likely will be the source of a few blogs and may be a concept I struggle with for the rest of my life. It's not easy letting go. There's the cliche - "Let Go and Let God". It makes sense but isn't always easy to do.
Proverbs 3:5-6 - "Trust the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight." If that's not anti-independence, I don't know what is! How long have I known this verse and it's just now sinking in ?!?!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Lessons learned from too-tight jeans
I had an ah-ha moment this morning while getting dressed. The different ways in which God chooses to speak to us are an amazement to me. This morning, He spoke to me through a pair of too-tight jeans! I think most women have had this experience and I think most women go through it telling lies to themselves. I started to do that myself this morning. But instead, I came to a realization.....
Most of my life has been spent in a constant weight battle. Why? There are a multitude of reasons - some within my control and some not. After losing 80 lbs over 3 years ago, I thought I had conquered this battle. For the last 3 years, I have not struggled in this area. Instead, I had struggles of a different nature. Now that I am addressing those issues, my food issues are back. I have been pouting about this and wondering why. After this morning, I KNOW why!
I did not kill the root of my problems. The root of my food issues and the root of my most recent issue are one and the SAME! The root is self esteem. I don't know one woman in this world that does not have this problem. Many times it is subtle. I can say to myself that I like me, that I like how I look or how smart I am or the way I do this or that - but all the while I see others and I compare. I wonder what someone thinks about this or that that I do or say..... or how I look in this or that. OR did I offend someone or say the wrong thing or have I been considerate enough or - - the list goes on and on and on. I know that I am not unique in the problem. There is not a woman on earth who doesn't tell herself lies about who she is, what she looks like, how well she performs, etc. And the after-effects of these lies can be brutal. They vary from over-eating to alcoholism to over-spending to seeking attention from men to OCD and the list could go on and on and on.
Why is this innate in all of us? Does it go back to Eve? Can you imagine how she kicked herself and beat herself down after she ate the fruit? Here she was - this happy-go-lucky cute, little naked hottie - be-boppin' her way through life when she makes one little mistake with consequences that would affect the lifestyles of all humankind to come. Can you imagine the weight of that sin? Not only does she now realize her little naked body is not so great and must be covered up, but she has to watch her beloved toil and sweat just so they can eat. Then she must go through unimaginable pain just to deliver a baby and all the while realize that because of her mistake, now all humankind will have pain and suffering in their lives. What do you think her self esteem was like after that? She didn't have any other females to compare herself to at the time, only the realization that she could never again be perfect.
Yet - somehow God got her through that. He loved her anway. He still took care of her - just made her work for it. He loved her so much that He gave her choices even though He knew she would not always make the right ones. Why do we spend so much time wanting the approval of others when the only thing that really matters is the approval of God? I think one reason is that it is sometimes hard to really grasp the concept of God. We don't actually hear Him or see Him. We know He is there but we pretty much ignore that fact most of the time. We know He loves us but again - that thought is so abstract. As humans we can never begin to understand just how much He loves us. I decided this morning that not only must I spend more time with the One who loves me most, but I must put the symbol of His love where I dress, where I look in the mirror and all the places where I am tempted to lie to myself. I am also going to spend more time building up other wonderful women I know because I just don't do enough of that. Women are critical by nature and we've got to stop comparing ourselves to others. God made us all and made us different for a reason. We don't always understand why but we don't need to. He knows why and He is in charge....
Does this mean I will quit dieting? No. One reason is I don't want to have to buy new clothes - the other is that I need to take care of ME. God loves me and He gave me this body. It is a precious gift and I don't want to trash it up. Will I be dieting because I want to look good so I will have better self esteem? No. That's where I went wrong in the first place. My self esteem needs to come from God - not from this nasty world. Is it just that easy to switch my focus? No. I am always going to compare, I am always going to nit pick and I will always have something about my body that I don't like. That's when I will go back to the cross - again and again - and ask God to show me the love - over and over. Fortunately for all of us, God is patient and does not mind repetition.
Most of my life has been spent in a constant weight battle. Why? There are a multitude of reasons - some within my control and some not. After losing 80 lbs over 3 years ago, I thought I had conquered this battle. For the last 3 years, I have not struggled in this area. Instead, I had struggles of a different nature. Now that I am addressing those issues, my food issues are back. I have been pouting about this and wondering why. After this morning, I KNOW why!
I did not kill the root of my problems. The root of my food issues and the root of my most recent issue are one and the SAME! The root is self esteem. I don't know one woman in this world that does not have this problem. Many times it is subtle. I can say to myself that I like me, that I like how I look or how smart I am or the way I do this or that - but all the while I see others and I compare. I wonder what someone thinks about this or that that I do or say..... or how I look in this or that. OR did I offend someone or say the wrong thing or have I been considerate enough or - - the list goes on and on and on. I know that I am not unique in the problem. There is not a woman on earth who doesn't tell herself lies about who she is, what she looks like, how well she performs, etc. And the after-effects of these lies can be brutal. They vary from over-eating to alcoholism to over-spending to seeking attention from men to OCD and the list could go on and on and on.
Why is this innate in all of us? Does it go back to Eve? Can you imagine how she kicked herself and beat herself down after she ate the fruit? Here she was - this happy-go-lucky cute, little naked hottie - be-boppin' her way through life when she makes one little mistake with consequences that would affect the lifestyles of all humankind to come. Can you imagine the weight of that sin? Not only does she now realize her little naked body is not so great and must be covered up, but she has to watch her beloved toil and sweat just so they can eat. Then she must go through unimaginable pain just to deliver a baby and all the while realize that because of her mistake, now all humankind will have pain and suffering in their lives. What do you think her self esteem was like after that? She didn't have any other females to compare herself to at the time, only the realization that she could never again be perfect.
Yet - somehow God got her through that. He loved her anway. He still took care of her - just made her work for it. He loved her so much that He gave her choices even though He knew she would not always make the right ones. Why do we spend so much time wanting the approval of others when the only thing that really matters is the approval of God? I think one reason is that it is sometimes hard to really grasp the concept of God. We don't actually hear Him or see Him. We know He is there but we pretty much ignore that fact most of the time. We know He loves us but again - that thought is so abstract. As humans we can never begin to understand just how much He loves us. I decided this morning that not only must I spend more time with the One who loves me most, but I must put the symbol of His love where I dress, where I look in the mirror and all the places where I am tempted to lie to myself. I am also going to spend more time building up other wonderful women I know because I just don't do enough of that. Women are critical by nature and we've got to stop comparing ourselves to others. God made us all and made us different for a reason. We don't always understand why but we don't need to. He knows why and He is in charge....
Does this mean I will quit dieting? No. One reason is I don't want to have to buy new clothes - the other is that I need to take care of ME. God loves me and He gave me this body. It is a precious gift and I don't want to trash it up. Will I be dieting because I want to look good so I will have better self esteem? No. That's where I went wrong in the first place. My self esteem needs to come from God - not from this nasty world. Is it just that easy to switch my focus? No. I am always going to compare, I am always going to nit pick and I will always have something about my body that I don't like. That's when I will go back to the cross - again and again - and ask God to show me the love - over and over. Fortunately for all of us, God is patient and does not mind repetition.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
It's all about me....
I keep thinking of that Carly Simon song - "You're so vain". You know it - sing it with me....You're so vain, I bet you think this song is about you - you're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you, don't you, don't YOOOOOUUUUU? Who wants to actually admit that? But in all honesty - who isn't vain? I include men in that but my blog is more centered around girls/women. I've been doing alot of introspection lately and considering what effects my thoughts and actions have on my teenage daughter. I, of course, happen to think she is beautiful just the way she is and don't always understand why she worries so much about appearance. However when I look back, I know I was the same way. In fact, my obsession with appearance goes back even further than adolescence.
I remember being teased in first grade for being fat and going home in tears because of it. My mom, who had the best of intentions, took me to Weight Watchers as a solution. While I understand the reasoning behind it, I think it somewhat skewed my self perception for the rest of my life. I think from that time forward, I decided that women have value based on beauty. This is certainly not a unique concept. In fact, I think most little girls are taught this from an early age. I don't want to blame Barbie here, but she certainly isn't plain..... And then there are other little girl activities - playing dress up, playing with make-up, etc.
This struggle of mine became a recurrent theme in my life. I've had various ups and downs with my weight and every time that scale inches up, my self worth plummets. For 12 years, my scale read well over 200 lbs - 237 at my highest and during that time, I felt not only of little worth but completely invisible. Was I vain? Yes. I was just as vain then as I am now only in a different way. I was embarrassed that I had gotten that big and constantly worried about what people thought of me. Am I less vain now that I've lost the weight? Ha! Do I have more confidence? Perhaps. I feel it easier to talk to people but I'm also more approachable. I have no more walls up. I don't feel in danger of being hurt. But still....that nagging little voice in my head reminds me - it's never enough. There is always some body flaw I can find. I never met my real goal weight even though I lost 80 lbs. I keep gaining and losing the last 10. Even if I got my body PERFECT, there would be something about my appearance that I'm ready to change - makeup, hair, etc. Will I ever be completely at ease with who I am? Not by my current standards I won't. My current standards are set by the world. And that's where I've gone astray. Not only have a gone astray in this area, I've led my daughter there.
So now begins the work I should have started on years ago. I've always known my standards are much higher but yet more forgiving than the world. My standards should not be physical. Honestly - what does that matter? Looks matter to this world - yes. I get that. I don't believe I should stop wearing makeup, quit doing my hair or putting effort into what I wear. But I have to take the emphasis off that. It's time to focus on what has substance. I am created by God. He created me the way He wanted me. He does want me to treat my body as a temple but He is more interested in my mind than my body. My body will go to ashes when I'm gone, but my soul will live on and right now my soul needs work. I can beautify my soul by what I allow into my mind. My mind should not be filled with ME - it should be filled with God's word, with God's love, with God's purpose. Once I figure this out, the rest should fall into place.
Proverbs 31:30 - Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
If anyone should know this, I should. I've lived it. Do I want to be remembered for being beautiful on the outside or beautiful on the inside? The inside is more important and all the while I've been working on the outside, I've let things go on the inside. Ideally a balance of the two would be nice. But I've got to make some major renovation on the inside before I can even begin to try to balance the two out. Hard work ahead - but necessary. Especially with my beautiful teenage daughter watching.
I remember being teased in first grade for being fat and going home in tears because of it. My mom, who had the best of intentions, took me to Weight Watchers as a solution. While I understand the reasoning behind it, I think it somewhat skewed my self perception for the rest of my life. I think from that time forward, I decided that women have value based on beauty. This is certainly not a unique concept. In fact, I think most little girls are taught this from an early age. I don't want to blame Barbie here, but she certainly isn't plain..... And then there are other little girl activities - playing dress up, playing with make-up, etc.
This struggle of mine became a recurrent theme in my life. I've had various ups and downs with my weight and every time that scale inches up, my self worth plummets. For 12 years, my scale read well over 200 lbs - 237 at my highest and during that time, I felt not only of little worth but completely invisible. Was I vain? Yes. I was just as vain then as I am now only in a different way. I was embarrassed that I had gotten that big and constantly worried about what people thought of me. Am I less vain now that I've lost the weight? Ha! Do I have more confidence? Perhaps. I feel it easier to talk to people but I'm also more approachable. I have no more walls up. I don't feel in danger of being hurt. But still....that nagging little voice in my head reminds me - it's never enough. There is always some body flaw I can find. I never met my real goal weight even though I lost 80 lbs. I keep gaining and losing the last 10. Even if I got my body PERFECT, there would be something about my appearance that I'm ready to change - makeup, hair, etc. Will I ever be completely at ease with who I am? Not by my current standards I won't. My current standards are set by the world. And that's where I've gone astray. Not only have a gone astray in this area, I've led my daughter there.
So now begins the work I should have started on years ago. I've always known my standards are much higher but yet more forgiving than the world. My standards should not be physical. Honestly - what does that matter? Looks matter to this world - yes. I get that. I don't believe I should stop wearing makeup, quit doing my hair or putting effort into what I wear. But I have to take the emphasis off that. It's time to focus on what has substance. I am created by God. He created me the way He wanted me. He does want me to treat my body as a temple but He is more interested in my mind than my body. My body will go to ashes when I'm gone, but my soul will live on and right now my soul needs work. I can beautify my soul by what I allow into my mind. My mind should not be filled with ME - it should be filled with God's word, with God's love, with God's purpose. Once I figure this out, the rest should fall into place.
Proverbs 31:30 - Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
If anyone should know this, I should. I've lived it. Do I want to be remembered for being beautiful on the outside or beautiful on the inside? The inside is more important and all the while I've been working on the outside, I've let things go on the inside. Ideally a balance of the two would be nice. But I've got to make some major renovation on the inside before I can even begin to try to balance the two out. Hard work ahead - but necessary. Especially with my beautiful teenage daughter watching.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
random thoughts on a funeral day.
I attended a funeral today - a Catholic ceremony - so rather lengthy. I also had a 30 minute drive one way to get there. Needless to say, I had plenty of time to think. I didn't know the woman - only her daughter but any time I'm at a funeral I find myself questioning why..... She had battled cancer for quite some time and suffered quite a bit in her last days. In my mind her children are still so young to be without her and her grandchildren may not remember her. I also thought of a family who is struggling right now because the father has lost his job. When I arrived home and checked email, there was a prayer request for a couple whose unborn baby was found to have no heartbeat. So much pain and heartache - and all in the life of others while I remain in the status quo. Not to say I haven't had my share of difficulty. It just pales in comparison to what others seem to go through.
So why does life seem to give some a double whammy of misfortune while others just glide through with very little effort? Why has God blessed me as much as He has while others struggle so hard for very little. I wish I understood. I wish at times, that I could give up some of my abundance to help ease the burden of others. I realize I can do this financially of course, but sometimes it's so very hard to know how to help someone emotionally or physically. It's not really enough to offer your assistance in my opinion because rarely do people ask for what they need. Sometimes it's because they don't even know what they need. I can empathize but really what does that do? I can be there - just like I was at the funeral today and I suppose that is a comfort but it just doesn't seem like enough.
And then - though we think of others, we pray for them, we hurt for them - our lives go on and we get distracted and we forget. We go about our work and our family life and regrettably become too busy to remember those who may still be hurting. We think about how we should send a card, then don't do it. Such a shame. I hope that I can change that about myself. I love my people...... I need to do a better job of showing it.
So why does life seem to give some a double whammy of misfortune while others just glide through with very little effort? Why has God blessed me as much as He has while others struggle so hard for very little. I wish I understood. I wish at times, that I could give up some of my abundance to help ease the burden of others. I realize I can do this financially of course, but sometimes it's so very hard to know how to help someone emotionally or physically. It's not really enough to offer your assistance in my opinion because rarely do people ask for what they need. Sometimes it's because they don't even know what they need. I can empathize but really what does that do? I can be there - just like I was at the funeral today and I suppose that is a comfort but it just doesn't seem like enough.
And then - though we think of others, we pray for them, we hurt for them - our lives go on and we get distracted and we forget. We go about our work and our family life and regrettably become too busy to remember those who may still be hurting. We think about how we should send a card, then don't do it. Such a shame. I hope that I can change that about myself. I love my people...... I need to do a better job of showing it.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Messes
I lost my will to blog awhile back and it's really a shame because it is very therapeautic *if* I can find the words to explain my feelings. The *if* part is why I haven't blogged much over the last 6 months. However - I've got to find the words. I've got to purge my system of emotion that builds up or I just might explode. I can feel it bubbling up inside. I have this great need to cry, and I can't even do that. I have hurt inside that goes way deep..... I buried it a long time ago when I should have spewed it out of my soul. It's the words that help me do that and for some reason the words have just not been there for me.
I have a knot in the pit of my stomach. I don't know what I want nor what I should want. I lost myself a long time ago and thought I saw glimpses of her coming back but that was just a tease. She is gone and will not return. Perhaps I should bury her as well. Perhaps I should dig up the hurt and put her in its place and reinvent myself. And then mourn.
The thing about mourning.... It's much easier to do when you have a support system and I must do this type of mourning alone. It has been a 6 month process already and I was really seeing progress and then I just made a big mess of things. It's like I had just completed weeded my flower garden and was beginning to see new buds, when a tornado came through and completely destroyed my effort. The thing is, it wasn't a random disaster that caused it - it was my own doing. I deliberately sabotaged my efforts and the thought of starting over is so daunting that it might just be impossible.
I have a knot in the pit of my stomach. I don't know what I want nor what I should want. I lost myself a long time ago and thought I saw glimpses of her coming back but that was just a tease. She is gone and will not return. Perhaps I should bury her as well. Perhaps I should dig up the hurt and put her in its place and reinvent myself. And then mourn.
The thing about mourning.... It's much easier to do when you have a support system and I must do this type of mourning alone. It has been a 6 month process already and I was really seeing progress and then I just made a big mess of things. It's like I had just completed weeded my flower garden and was beginning to see new buds, when a tornado came through and completely destroyed my effort. The thing is, it wasn't a random disaster that caused it - it was my own doing. I deliberately sabotaged my efforts and the thought of starting over is so daunting that it might just be impossible.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
God, the Mother?
Today in church, our pastor compared the love of God to the love of a mother. I've never looked at it that way before. There is so much talk of God the Father and He is usually seen more as a father figure but when you stop and think about it, He definitely has properties of both. For me though, I have a greater understanding of his love when I think of Him as a mother. He is the giver of life and nurtures as as we grow. He is always watching and always right there when we need him or when we get hurt. He carries us when we fall. He knows our needs and wants but yet balances those things with lessons we might need to learn. There's even that control freak side that all mothers have! We may not like it, but God's in charge - just like mom always was! And you know what? I'm thankful for that. Because just like my mom, no matter how much I mess up, God's always there to clean up my messes, pick me back up and put me right back on track.
Today is also Mother's Day. On this day I typically reflect back on times I had with my own mother or grandmothers. Of course, today is no different in that respect but I'm putting more emphasis this year on my own role as a mother. I feel extremely humbled to have been given the amazing experience of motherhood. Not only because my children are the greatest gifts I've ever been given but also because I have learned so much about God by being a mother. Motherhood has given me such a deep understanding of how God cares for me that I don't doubt His love even for a minute. Even when I blatantly disobey His desire for my life, I realize that He's still there and still ready to scoop me up and hold me when I fall. He understands that sometimes the only way I learn is by doing it my way and as much as it pains him while I'm being defiant, He knows that I'll eventually figure out just why it was He gave me that restriction in the first place.
As children and teens, we often feel our parents don't understand us or that their rules are stupid. Then we grow up, make a few mistakes of our own, and decide Mom and Dad weren't so out of touch after all. We realize just how much they loved us and just what sacrifces they made for us. In my Christian walk, I'm still very much a child but I grow a little bit every day. And with each growth spurt I begin to see God much more clearly. I'm not sure if I'll ever reach adulthood but I'm glad that the revelation of God's love becomes more and more apparent with time. So many churches try to scare one into accepting Christ but the key is not scare tactic, it's love. God really does love us just like our mothers love us but on an infinitely deeper level. I'm so glad I belong to a church who loves people to Christ. I'm so glad I have a Mother God. He is the ultimate parent for sure.
Today is also Mother's Day. On this day I typically reflect back on times I had with my own mother or grandmothers. Of course, today is no different in that respect but I'm putting more emphasis this year on my own role as a mother. I feel extremely humbled to have been given the amazing experience of motherhood. Not only because my children are the greatest gifts I've ever been given but also because I have learned so much about God by being a mother. Motherhood has given me such a deep understanding of how God cares for me that I don't doubt His love even for a minute. Even when I blatantly disobey His desire for my life, I realize that He's still there and still ready to scoop me up and hold me when I fall. He understands that sometimes the only way I learn is by doing it my way and as much as it pains him while I'm being defiant, He knows that I'll eventually figure out just why it was He gave me that restriction in the first place.
As children and teens, we often feel our parents don't understand us or that their rules are stupid. Then we grow up, make a few mistakes of our own, and decide Mom and Dad weren't so out of touch after all. We realize just how much they loved us and just what sacrifces they made for us. In my Christian walk, I'm still very much a child but I grow a little bit every day. And with each growth spurt I begin to see God much more clearly. I'm not sure if I'll ever reach adulthood but I'm glad that the revelation of God's love becomes more and more apparent with time. So many churches try to scare one into accepting Christ but the key is not scare tactic, it's love. God really does love us just like our mothers love us but on an infinitely deeper level. I'm so glad I belong to a church who loves people to Christ. I'm so glad I have a Mother God. He is the ultimate parent for sure.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Moods and Masterpieces
Dare I post a scathing blog about the the things that set me off today? I think perhaps I'll protect the innocent - well ok - not so innocent but still undeserving causes of my ire. Besides, there's more than one cause of irritation and to describe specifically the way things went down would be pointless. Let's just suffice it to say that I continue to be disappointed when I don't get what I give....
Maybe I'm kidding myself. I feel like a reasonable person that tries my very best to treat people the way I would like to be treated but perhaps my expection that others do the same of unreasonable. One of these days, surely, I will quit having faith in humankind and become a quirky, bitter old woman set in her ways..... OH LORD - I hope not!
We all make mistakes and that's just a fact of life. The goal is to learn from them and believe me, with each one I learn something; some lessons big and painful - others but a fleeting thought. The aim is to just not go there again. Do not make the same mistake. However, how can you be sure? Isn't there always a chance the lesson didn't penetrate deep enough? Isn't there a chance we get distracted and forget what happened before? Well in my case - that's more than true. I'm no machine. I may go there again. I can't promise it will never happen again. I can try, but I'm flawed. Some lessons are way more effective the 2nd time around.....
And how about the big picture? Get up close to a painting and you might find all kinds of blips and smudges that weren't intended. Step back a few paces and there's a masterpiece before you. And sometimes - it's the flaws that make the art piece unique and therefore priceless. I can honestly say I have enough unique flaws, that when looked at in the right light, I might just be rated a masterpiece. Of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I know at least one beholder who happens to see me in just the right light. And oh - how thankful I am for his loving critique.
Maybe I'm kidding myself. I feel like a reasonable person that tries my very best to treat people the way I would like to be treated but perhaps my expection that others do the same of unreasonable. One of these days, surely, I will quit having faith in humankind and become a quirky, bitter old woman set in her ways..... OH LORD - I hope not!
We all make mistakes and that's just a fact of life. The goal is to learn from them and believe me, with each one I learn something; some lessons big and painful - others but a fleeting thought. The aim is to just not go there again. Do not make the same mistake. However, how can you be sure? Isn't there always a chance the lesson didn't penetrate deep enough? Isn't there a chance we get distracted and forget what happened before? Well in my case - that's more than true. I'm no machine. I may go there again. I can't promise it will never happen again. I can try, but I'm flawed. Some lessons are way more effective the 2nd time around.....
And how about the big picture? Get up close to a painting and you might find all kinds of blips and smudges that weren't intended. Step back a few paces and there's a masterpiece before you. And sometimes - it's the flaws that make the art piece unique and therefore priceless. I can honestly say I have enough unique flaws, that when looked at in the right light, I might just be rated a masterpiece. Of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I know at least one beholder who happens to see me in just the right light. And oh - how thankful I am for his loving critique.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Women's Intuition
I have always been in touch with my intuitive notions and rarely ignore them but many times I simply shrug them off with a wait and see attitude. I rarely 'go with my gut' because I tend to doubt that these feelings are valid. And often - when I do 'go with my gut', I doubt the action I've taken, 2nd guess myself and otherwise put myself through misery.
However, sometimes my intuitions are validated. More often than not, I'm dead on accurate. Of course, I'm no prophet but alot of the time my feelings are more than just feelings.... Thing is, I never know whether it's just a feeling or something more. It really gets complicated when my desires conflict. Sometimes it's more hope than true revelation. Sometimes the revelation also turns into desire. It's just something really difficult to trust.
So I'm frustrated right now because I feel like God is trying to tell me something and I'm not getting it. Maybe because I'm confusing hope with reality, maybe because life is too complicated right now, or maybe just because I don't want to listen. Interestingly enough, He has confirmed a few of my suppositions lately so I know I just need to have faith that He will work it all out in His timing - just like He always does. He knows what's best for me and for all of us. For once, perhaps I should sit back and not try to manipulate my life? His will happens whether I like it or not, whether I sense it or not. Too often I just want to skip to the end of the chapter and not experience the details.....
Do you ever sit back and wonder why things happen the way they do? Why certain people come into your life. Why you end up involved in this situation or another. Are those wasteful thoughts? Because - it really doesn't matter, does it? Our lives are the way they are. Maybe there is a reason and maybe not. Thing is, I can't get past the feeling that there is a reason for everything (and that's my gut talking). The confusion lies in whether I should try to figure out the reason or just let myself happen upon it.
However, sometimes my intuitions are validated. More often than not, I'm dead on accurate. Of course, I'm no prophet but alot of the time my feelings are more than just feelings.... Thing is, I never know whether it's just a feeling or something more. It really gets complicated when my desires conflict. Sometimes it's more hope than true revelation. Sometimes the revelation also turns into desire. It's just something really difficult to trust.
So I'm frustrated right now because I feel like God is trying to tell me something and I'm not getting it. Maybe because I'm confusing hope with reality, maybe because life is too complicated right now, or maybe just because I don't want to listen. Interestingly enough, He has confirmed a few of my suppositions lately so I know I just need to have faith that He will work it all out in His timing - just like He always does. He knows what's best for me and for all of us. For once, perhaps I should sit back and not try to manipulate my life? His will happens whether I like it or not, whether I sense it or not. Too often I just want to skip to the end of the chapter and not experience the details.....
Do you ever sit back and wonder why things happen the way they do? Why certain people come into your life. Why you end up involved in this situation or another. Are those wasteful thoughts? Because - it really doesn't matter, does it? Our lives are the way they are. Maybe there is a reason and maybe not. Thing is, I can't get past the feeling that there is a reason for everything (and that's my gut talking). The confusion lies in whether I should try to figure out the reason or just let myself happen upon it.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
(From Myspace blog 1/27/2008)
Melodious lines bring forth exuberant sound
The combinations of rhythm amaze me
Endless are the possibilities for your compositions
Composer of beautiful music, create harmonious sound within me.
Build chords of inspiration to initiate growth in my spirit
And eliminate the disharmony within my soul.
I want to be as a magnificent orchestration, a jubilant aria or peaceful ballad.
As you are my songsmith, my life is your music.
Write your anthem on my heart and sing your melody within my soul.
Melodious lines bring forth exuberant sound
The combinations of rhythm amaze me
Endless are the possibilities for your compositions
Composer of beautiful music, create harmonious sound within me.
Build chords of inspiration to initiate growth in my spirit
And eliminate the disharmony within my soul.
I want to be as a magnificent orchestration, a jubilant aria or peaceful ballad.
As you are my songsmith, my life is your music.
Write your anthem on my heart and sing your melody within my soul.
(From Myspace blog 3/28/2008)
Anxiety envelops my mind
As I begin an era of uncertainty
As I embark on a journey filled with new tasks and different obstacles
Than what I faced before.
My desire to succeed trumps my fear of failure
Yet uncertainty causes doubt within my soul.
This period of trial should strengthen my ability to prevail
And increase my chance of success.
Perseverance is key
and will lead to strength and meaning
Be it in my livelihood or within my personal life
The Creator is my guide and His will is mine.
I shall set aside negativity and self doubt
And know the plans He has for me
Are according to His will and timing
And rejoice that I am His.
Anxiety envelops my mind
As I begin an era of uncertainty
As I embark on a journey filled with new tasks and different obstacles
Than what I faced before.
My desire to succeed trumps my fear of failure
Yet uncertainty causes doubt within my soul.
This period of trial should strengthen my ability to prevail
And increase my chance of success.
Perseverance is key
and will lead to strength and meaning
Be it in my livelihood or within my personal life
The Creator is my guide and His will is mine.
I shall set aside negativity and self doubt
And know the plans He has for me
Are according to His will and timing
And rejoice that I am His.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Dying
Tis the season for dying.... No, not dyeing - as in eggs - but dying as in Christ. Dying as in death to self. I know, I know - it's spring; Spring means new life but in order to have new life something must die. Unfortunately as I sat in our community Maundy Thursday service tonight, I was saddened by the fact that too many good things are dying. Many of the very rituals our Christian faith was founded on are no longer known. The average age of church attendees is rapidly increasing and number of children who know the books of the Bible is greatly decreasing. Rare is it find an actual hymnal in the pews and even if they are there, seldom are they used. Now - I don't want to step on toes here; Choruses and Praise music are great - that's not my point. The point is, when bringing in the new, let's just be careful what we let die.
Yes our society is changing. Yes we have to adapt and learn to communicate with our world in a way they understand. But don't we also have an obligation to foster an appreciation for what brought us where we are today? Maybe we are losing the younger population because they are bored with the traditional ways of worship but perhaps there is a way to incorporate tradition with new.
Am I completely out of touch? Do we not still teach our children the fundamentals of art appreciation using classic artists as examples? Do our children not still read classic literature in school? History is a mandatory subject which incorporates not only what ideas for which our forefathers fought, but also encourages us to bring some of those ideas into our future. We don't let our children forget the past when it relates to the secular..... why is the past getting buried in our churches?
Ashamedly I admit that I don't know much about our religious history and that's something I intend to change. Apparently the apathy toward religion began about the time I was born, because it seems to be more prevalent with my generation and below. There seems to be many more adults of my parents' age and older that are still quite devout and value church and religion much more than my age bracket. What happened that changed this? Why are we losing our youth and why is it that liturgical observances have gone by the wayside? How can we possibly combine our rich religious heritage with the new contemporary ways of worship so that the generations can come together with common understanding and a willingness to learn from each other? Perhaps, I'm idealistic in this thought but I believe if we would all just keep an open mind, we could find a happy medium and common ground for us to worship as one.
Yes our society is changing. Yes we have to adapt and learn to communicate with our world in a way they understand. But don't we also have an obligation to foster an appreciation for what brought us where we are today? Maybe we are losing the younger population because they are bored with the traditional ways of worship but perhaps there is a way to incorporate tradition with new.
Am I completely out of touch? Do we not still teach our children the fundamentals of art appreciation using classic artists as examples? Do our children not still read classic literature in school? History is a mandatory subject which incorporates not only what ideas for which our forefathers fought, but also encourages us to bring some of those ideas into our future. We don't let our children forget the past when it relates to the secular..... why is the past getting buried in our churches?
Ashamedly I admit that I don't know much about our religious history and that's something I intend to change. Apparently the apathy toward religion began about the time I was born, because it seems to be more prevalent with my generation and below. There seems to be many more adults of my parents' age and older that are still quite devout and value church and religion much more than my age bracket. What happened that changed this? Why are we losing our youth and why is it that liturgical observances have gone by the wayside? How can we possibly combine our rich religious heritage with the new contemporary ways of worship so that the generations can come together with common understanding and a willingness to learn from each other? Perhaps, I'm idealistic in this thought but I believe if we would all just keep an open mind, we could find a happy medium and common ground for us to worship as one.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Bummer
Today was a total Monday. Apparently in my work, leaving early on a Friday only means you get hit twice as hard on Monday morning. The weekend was amazing but what good is that when you just have to work doubly hard for having too much fun? So how does a former food-a-holic cope with stress? Yep - that's a no brainer. Ok so at least I try to munch on healthy stuff but even healthy stuff has calories and ashamedly the stuff I munched on was a little carb-a-licious as well. That's ok - I rationalize... I have step class tonight! I'll burn it off. Nice thought anyway - I muttered to myself as I entered the gym "Just kidding!" Apparently as I was the only one who showed up for class tonight, the teacher didn't feel it worth the effort and called it off. Being that nothing has really gone my way today (except for the tasty chicken enchiladas I made for dinner) I decided this was just another thing that would NOT cause my mood to sour. So determined little booger that I am, I decided walking could be a good thing. Never mind the wind - I'll layer up and be just fine.
And I was in spite of the hot/cold phenomena of layering and then unlayering, walking fast - fake jogging - slowing down; up hill/down hill - kicking dogs off my heels and losing all track of time. I'm really not a fan. Walking is boring; Jogging is not for me. Dealing with weather is unpredictable and dang it, I just love my class. I think it's par for the course this time of year. Everyone gets busy and it becomes harder to be indoors for a class. But it sure would be nice if I could know ahead of time when they aren't going to have it. Then maybe (just maybe) I wouldn't eat a 2nd helping of chicken enchiladas at dinner..... *burp* ~excuse me!~
And I was in spite of the hot/cold phenomena of layering and then unlayering, walking fast - fake jogging - slowing down; up hill/down hill - kicking dogs off my heels and losing all track of time. I'm really not a fan. Walking is boring; Jogging is not for me. Dealing with weather is unpredictable and dang it, I just love my class. I think it's par for the course this time of year. Everyone gets busy and it becomes harder to be indoors for a class. But it sure would be nice if I could know ahead of time when they aren't going to have it. Then maybe (just maybe) I wouldn't eat a 2nd helping of chicken enchiladas at dinner..... *burp* ~excuse me!~
Sunday, April 5, 2009
A Little of This and A Little of That
Welcome to my new blog! This is the new place where I expect to purge emotion, vent frustration and inform anyone who gives a yadda exactly how I feel about certain things life throws my way.
I've been blogging for more than two years on another social networking site, but as life is complicated enough as it is, I'm feeling the need to minimize the websites I check on a daily basis and I've found one site that pretty much covers it all for me. I can feed this blog through that site and pretty much catch everyone that way.
My first few posts will probably be recycled from my old blog. I had taken a little vacation from blogging for awhile, but I have recently discovered that blogging serves a very important function in my life. It is an emotional filter. It enables me to sort out my feelings so I can better understand them and then articulate them when I need to instead of just blurting out angry words or exploding in tears. My blog is for me but I don't mind sharing. I like to read about others and I think this is a great way to build relationships and get to know people. There is so much to say on a blog that you might not actually say in a conversation. It's a way to know someone on a deeper level.
So here goes.... I welcome questions, comments, opinions, feedback or just random thoughts that have nothing to do with my posts....
I've been blogging for more than two years on another social networking site, but as life is complicated enough as it is, I'm feeling the need to minimize the websites I check on a daily basis and I've found one site that pretty much covers it all for me. I can feed this blog through that site and pretty much catch everyone that way.
My first few posts will probably be recycled from my old blog. I had taken a little vacation from blogging for awhile, but I have recently discovered that blogging serves a very important function in my life. It is an emotional filter. It enables me to sort out my feelings so I can better understand them and then articulate them when I need to instead of just blurting out angry words or exploding in tears. My blog is for me but I don't mind sharing. I like to read about others and I think this is a great way to build relationships and get to know people. There is so much to say on a blog that you might not actually say in a conversation. It's a way to know someone on a deeper level.
So here goes.... I welcome questions, comments, opinions, feedback or just random thoughts that have nothing to do with my posts....
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