summer

this summer was....

interesting...

and fun.

and cathartic.

so. carhartic.

I participated in a Bible study at my church (so good)! We camped at the beach (so adventurous)! We did can outreach at my church (so amazing)! And we visited my family in MS (so much love)!

The recurring theme for me was addressing some new fears that had sprung up for me. I didn’t really see Fear come walking in the door and make himself at home. He often invited his cousin Chaos and Anger tagged along. And threw his soda cans on the ground and left a sticky trail of candy... just acted like this was his frat house. 

Well this summer I realized the Lord doesn’t want me to live with fear. Or chaos. Or anger. 

So I evicted him.

He’s been at the door of my heart trying to get back in but I’m sending him packin’. 

Another thing I realized:

being present 

is more important than 

being perfect

I found I was holding back because I was scared of messing up. This summer I realized I just needed to jump.

Our camping trip was less than perfect but, man, did we have fun! 

Our puppets and popsicles outreach may not have been perfect but we were able to connect with the kids in the neighborhood of our church.

I probably stuck my foot in my mouth a lot at Bible study but I was able to connect with new and old friends.

I know my future is full of mistakes and moments where I’ll stick my foot in my mouth... but I’m gonna try to focus more on being present instead of being perfect.

to my 16 year old self

to my 16 year old self:

i remember you

i remember the hours i stood before the mirror squandered hours wishing to be blue eyed and blond haired and sized 8

i remember feeling so low there was no looking up

i remember momma saying pretty is as pretty does

but the world was contradictory

in awarding the pretty over me

...{at least that’s what it looked like to me}

but as time wears on

i realize that the most beautiful faces are 

those that wear kindness on their brows and peace on their lips...

the most beautiful are those that wear love on their hands and healing in their words...

if I could free you from the chains of doubt I would

but you must do that yourself

I only wish that you had learned sooner to gaze into the eyes of the One who loves you most

to see your reflection there

you’d smash this worldly mirror and run from that place of doubt 

and you’d jump in that River of Grace sooner

and

be

free

becoming unafraid

fear

grips my chest

steals my breath

blurs my vision

i’m exhausted

being afraid

it’s exhausting

running down a thousand rabbit holes 

looking for you

so i close my eyes

and breathe in

breathe out

i tell the speaker of these thoughts to hush

i’m tired

of being sick and tired

i come to the place where becoming unafraid slips into the thrill of being in His embrace

where the security i searched for

has been in His hands

this whole time

i breathe in this freedom

unafraid of drowning in the river of His grace

i’m at the place where becoming unafraid dissolves into a place where my mind is still and calm

i once was hanging by the thread of His garment

now i am resting in His embrace

becoming unafraid

the lesson of the gulf

So a few weeks ago, I told my husband that I wanted to do something adventurous and take our sons camping in Gulf Shores. We had never taken the boys camping. This school year was so difficult personally and professionally. I wanted something exciting and out of the ordinary.

Saturday before the trip found us replacing two tires on our van. We were able to get tires on a Saturday but that incident derailed a lot of other little details... I fought off a panic attack. My panic attacks hurt physically and wipe me out pretty good so fighting it off was a job. Also not planned.

Sunday night dissolved into managing children's behaviors while Heath worked so nothing got packed. NOT IN THE PLANS, y'all.

Monday a.m. we woke, I got a pot of coffee in me, we threw some stuff in the van and hit the road.

The first thing we see at the campsite was a sign that said "do not feed the alligators." That stopped us in our tracks. We had a serious discussion before we got the boys out of the van. But we decided if we were gonna be adventurers we had to go all in. So we did.

Nothing went as planned. I don't know why I am so surprised when things don't go as I plan them. NOTHING goes as planned. EVER. But we really did just roll with the punches. I started thinking of this whole trip as an adventure and to start expecting the unexpected.

But a moment at The Gulf gave me pause.

The Gulf is my favorite restaurant in Orange Beach. It's an outdoor place sitting on the water and just beautiful to me. The sun was shining as we walked up. I took a deep breath in and out and smiled. We ordered our food and sat down. The boys were behaving, my handsome husband was with me, there was a nice breeze.... everything was just amazing.

Then the first pat of rain became a drum beat and the rain started coming in sideways. Thunder, lightening, wind gusts... we retreated closer to the building under the awning. I smiled a weak smile to Heath. We settled in for the rain. An employee asked if we wanted the food to go... I said we were going to eat it there ... I was determined to spend some time in my favorite spot! Even in the rain.

I started to pray a prayer with a familiar cadence: "Hey, God, uhm, remember yesterday when I prayed for no more rain? Uh why is the exact opposite of my prayers always seem to be happening?!"

My eyes caught a boat fighting to come in off the water. Everything felt so chaotic. The rain and wind was kicking up an awful noise. I could barely see the water with the rain coming down. People were rushing and fussing near us. The sky was dark and gray. The clouds were like pulled out cotton balls that had found themselves in the hands of a chubby two year old.

I glanced to my boys who were uncharacteristically calm. I glanced back to the water. I watched the waves...
... there was a pattern there... there was a rhythm. The rain banging on the tin roof was actually pounding out a melody. The wind added in the harmony. And I realized in that moment that what I perceive as chaos is actually very controlled in God's hands. I was witnessing His creation first hand and how it was responding to His voice. Not one wave rolled without being told to do so. Not one gust was wind blew two inches in the other way. Every rain drop landed right where it was mean to.

It was scary and unsettling... but that was because I wanted to control the weather in that moment. Because in my head, rain would ruin my lunch at my favorite restaurant.
But the vision of this moment... seeing each component individually stripped of the rest... I saw God's hand.... I imagined God at that moment with hair like Bob Ross and a large paintbrush asking me to be patient as He painted this moment for me to know that what I see as chaos and unfavorable conditions is His art.

So it is with the circumstances I am facing.... at home.... at work.... at Walmart....

If I truly pray the prayer that never fails, there will be peace and fulfillment of His promises in this chaos.

So I prayed the prayers that never fails... I asked the Lord to continue to help me to see the beauty in the storms of my life and to love me anyway.

The rain stopped before our food was ready. We wiped down the tables and I ate an amazing meal.

Before we left, we were able to have a picture made as a family of five. That's a big deal for us.

So: God's got this.

What's the prayer that never fails, you ask? "Thy will be done."

the role of a lifetime

here’s life: I went to a new track tonight to walk. Hank was with us - I told Heath to go ahead of us so he could get a good walk in - I figured Hank and I could enjoy exploring a new spot. Heath soon became a distant figure ahead. Hank started to become slower so I picked up Hank and carried him for as long as I could carry him. My pace became not much more than a crawl. But I dug my heels in and carried his little 40 pound self up a hill and around a curve.
I passed a lady. She was a hard working woman. Her workout clothes were old and worn out. And she was working hard to put some past behind her. We saw each other from afar. As we passed, she offered me a nod and a slight smile as if to say I remember those days...
Hank and I plodded along.
We soon passed a pair of ladies- carefully manicured and pedicured, expensive jewelry, hair and make up carefully in place... I offered a weak smile- they seemed appalled to see me carrying my kid... at my labored pace... at my deliberate breathing... but they don’t know my story... and I could read theirs in the 3 seconds that we shared air space... they were too afraid of losing everything to enjoy the way the light spilled over the pine trees and the smell of freshly cut grass...
too scared of the struggle... to know the glory...
After that I alternated carrying Hank and having him walk beside me... which he did... without running away...
I thought about the two encounters and how that’s just how life is... everyone is so worried about being left behind - left out - fall short - but this. this is MY story. This role is the one the Lord wrote with ME for the part. So yes I’m gonna struggle up the hill carrying my 5 year old in my arms while others sprint around me... because this is MY path right now.
And I’m gonna remember the faces I pass that offer me a sign of solidarity and encouragement. And I’m gonna pity the women who snide at me because they will never know the glory of accomplishing something after being told “you can’t. you won’t.”
My whole life has been about proving the world wrong. And I’m not gonna stop now.
Heath got to the jeep and doubled back to pick us up. Look for those people too. The people who will double back and pick you up.
No, I can’t move fast right now. I have a little fella who stops and plays with his shadow and analyzes the sunlight streaming through the trees at sunset... and oh how beautiful it was to stop and appreciate God’s creation... and I’m gonna carry him as far as he needs me to... I have people who give me invisable high fives... and Heath will always double back for me. That’s the important stuff that life is made out of.

Saturday

Saturday.

The day after Christ died. My heart is drawn to Mary. His mother. She carried Him for nine months and was not allowed a wedding because of the circumstances. I’ve wondered how she found any joy in motherhood.

“But she understood the purpose!” you say.

Yeah. But it still makes my momma heart hurt for her.

She knew the promise of Sunday.

But did she doubt... even for one second... that she had heard wrong?

I think my reflection on Mary today has made me think maybe I’m in the Saturday season of motherhood. Don’t throw stones just yet. No, I have not buried a son. No, no one is in the hospital (thank God). But I am dealing with a massive plot twist. I thought my life would look so different at this point. And I am doubting myself and His promises. 

Yesterday I was walking up to the school building two hours later than normal because the district delayed start time due to bad weather. My schedule was wrecked. Meetings had to be rescheduled. The bad weather makes my youngest (who has autism and adhd) spin so the morning had been challenging. The doctor’s visit the day before for myself was disappointing. My own health issues keeping me from being the super-mom and super-employee I long to be.

“I can’t do this, Lord” I whispered.

“I’m not asking you to do it, Buffy,” He said, “I want You to let me do it.”

I stumbled in my brisk walk and all my bags banged against me.

“okay,” I said. 
“Thy will be done.”

Well I’ll be honest- not everything worked out like I wanted it to. But I laughed more than I have in a long time. I felt plumb giddy. We had an egg hunt and a kindergarten class let me bum some pizza and I LAUGHED OUT LOUD. 

So Sunday’s comin’.

Saturday looks kinda blah. It’s hard and I’m exhausted. And I’ve messed up more than I can count.

But Sunday’s coming.

I won’t lose hope.

the waiting -or- advent 2018

Advent 2018 is upon us. I’m not feelin’ it this Christmas. I’m just sayin’. There is so much around me tryin’ to get my focus. And I’m exhausted.

This fall found us receiving a diagnosis of ADHD for our youngest child and him attending a special education PK class. So yeah, I work with special needs kids, but it’s been a new experience with my biological child having special needs. I’ve felt all the feelings. And I’ve been grieving some. “But it could be worse,” some of you might say. True. But this is what I’m feeling. And the events of this fall leading up to here have been somewhat traumatic.

So. I just read a devotional from Henri Nouwen about Mary and Elizabeth seeing each other when Mary comes to visit while she’s pregnant with Jesus. And the waiting of pregnancy.

Pregnancy is often referred to when waiting is mentioned in the Bible. I’ve been pregnant four times. Every time I go to the doctor and fill out paperwork, I have to write down that I’ve been pregnant four times and one ended in miscarriage.

As I read that devotional this morning, I thought about my pregnancy experiences. And how I knew within a few weeks that I was pregnant. At around 7 weeks, technology was able to reveal the heart beat and a grainy image of the baby in utero. Around 20 weeks, we have an anatomical scan to rule out problems and discover the baby’s gender. With Hank, the 20 week ultrasound set off so many alarms that never came to pass. Since my first pregnancy ended in miscarriage, the three following pregnancies were anxiety-filled and joy-less.

Thinking about this made me realize something…. The waiting is so hard because the knowledge that comes with our technology makes it difficult to wait…. Because this knowledge makes us feel like maybe we should have some control over the situation… and that makes me not trust in the Lord. [O Lord, help me]

Why is waiting so hard?

Because Facebook tells me that so-and-so’s prayer’s been answered already…. Social media tells me that her son’s doing better than mine is… that they are all winning at life and I’m a loser, baby.

This knowledge (and whether it’s true or not) does to us what Adam and Eve’s eating the fruit in the garden did to them- takes our innocence…. Which takes away our ability to trust the Lord. And if I can’t trust in the Lord, I can’t wait.

So with the new year, this is what I am going to work on…. Not leaning on my own understandings…. Because the Truth is that God is on the other side of all this working it out for our good. And I need to wait.