Monday, May 28, 2018

being human

If you ever feel like life's disappointments keep compounding upon each other and you wonder how you're supposed to recharge...You wonder how you're supposed to rejuvenate when life just keeps dragging on? Not much changes for the better. the wear-and-tear on your insides starts seeping out. The inner lack of self-esteem and loss of hope for the future bleeds into less self-care for your body, for your surroundings... you see the decline. A change for the worse. 

I'd like to think that the soul and spirit get stronger through the pain - like a workout - the body is sore and screaming-but ultimately feels empowered and transforms for the better...
Instead, I find that I have less stamina. The emotional fatigue sets in faster in my soul. 

Instead of a workout that strengthens, it's like an injury... I recover, but my usage is diminished, my vigor impaired. I'm forced to be more cautious. 
I wanted to be full-hearted, instead of empty in my soul. 

I keep moving as best as I can, but I feel bitter, trapped, and worn out.


Like a captive that rages against her oppressors. She hopes. She attempts escape, but then finally, she succumbs. All her hope and energy was channelled into hope of escape. After failed attempts, and being beat into submission yet another time-she stops fighting. 

Not fighting. Sounds great. But, this in this case, it is not the rest of victory, but the overwhelm of defeat. 

Are our souls and spirits more fragile than valiant? 

Maybe it mirrors the body - one blow, one bullet in just the right place can wipe us out. We're fragile, prone to pain, an easy target for skilled predators and "freak" accidents. And, yet... the body can rally. It is programmed to fight, to overcome, to regulate. It can rise from the brink of death, it can endure bruising, breaking, fever, and deprivation. It can rise and gain back vigor. 
But, yes, there are still scars.

Maybe we are just as fragile as we are strong.

Friday, March 4, 2016

Anchor

Much of life can feel akin to being lost at sea.
Without the Anchor who holds fast, the unknown, the stormy horizons, and the wily beasts are too much to bear.

Some choose to drown in hopelessness.
We all, at times, rage against the sea and storms...thrashing about in the water, tiring ourselves and traveling nowhere.

The only rest is found floating in grace, in surrender and trust.

Commit.
Lean.
Hope.

"We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure..." Heb 6:19a

If the soul is anchored, the physical body and emotions can weather many storms. Foundation secure. Future set. Heart and hope fixed.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Waiting on Advent.

I love that Jesus entered time after a long period of silence. 
The desire and the questions we feel in our times of waiting can mirror the same feelings the Jews felt waiting for the Promised One under Roman rule. 

After God had showed his hand so mightily on their ancestor's behalf in their past, they then lived with only ritual remembrance of the wonders of the past and under spiritual leaders more unconcerned with keeping up appearances than having their hearts positioned in humble service. 

Where is the redemption?
Where is the promised one?
Where is God's hand?

The answer to these was the most 
miraculous, incomprehensible, unexpected 
earth-and-eternity-changing gift.

light into darkness
hope into sick hearts

[The people who walked in darkness 
Have seen a great lightThose who dwelt in the land of the shadow of death, upon them a light has shined. Isaiah 9:2 KJV]


truth into confusion
grace into hopelessness

[And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth. John 1:14 KJV]


Still, the answer didn't look like what they imagined.
God sent humble, selfless strength and love. 
A sword, not made of bronze, but of truth.

As we are in waiting, in periods of quiet-in hope-waiting on advent (or 'coming'), we must remind ourselves that God exists beyond the limits of time as we know it. 

This is freeing to meditate on as we live so consumed, relegated, restricted by time. 

Contrary to human eyes, God's plan to redeem His people by sending Jesus from eternity into our time, was not delayed or held back or thwarted. 

So, during this season, in whatever you're waiting for, know this:

The answer doesn't come on our time table. 
Nor look like what we expected, but we can take heart-no matter what season. Because, the baby who entered into time & cried breaking the silence
was born to break chains. 

He has overcome the world. 

[I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world. John 16:33 NLT]

Monday, October 19, 2015

i will boast all the more gladly...

"But he said to me, 
'My grace is sufficient 
for you, 
for my power 
is made perfect 
in weakness.' 
Therefore I will boast 
all the more gladly 
about my weaknesses, 
so that Christ’s power 
may rest on me. 
That is why,
 for Christ’s sake, 
I delight in weaknesses,
 in insults, 
in hardships,
 in persecutions,
 in difficulties.
 For when I am weak,
 then I am strong." 
2 Cor 12:9-10


I am a perfectionist. 
I like to perform well. 
I'm apt to avoid trying something new 
when it seems I won't excel.
I always want to quickly do things "right" the first time, 
even if I'm new or inexperienced. 
Sometimes it's hard to even
genuinely accept a compliment 
on an insecurity because the positivity 
so goes against a negative self-perception. 

No, instead of avoiding these things, let us let down pride and allow Him to shine. 
If we really live and move and breathe in Him (Acts 17:28) 
and all we have is from His hand (1 Chron 29:14) 
so also, let Him shine in the places we are dark, insecure or lacking. 

Therefore, I will boast (not hide)
all the more gladly (no shame) 
about my weaknesses (why?)
so that Christ's power (Ephesians 1:19-20)
may rest on me 
(that I may be an example of the God who takes what little we have 
and makes it great for His glory.)

Yes, Lord Jesus. I say yes. 

Monday, September 28, 2015

thrive.

It's like you have this perfect plan
for how to be safe and how to survive,
and then God has a plan
to put you through the fire
and make you learn how to thrive.

We fight against the hardship like we're striving for the perfect that is yet to come. 
Instead, let us live present in current circumstances, triumphs or struggles. 
Not as an acceptance of defeat, rather a triumphant hope-living in reality with eyes open, hands ready, and ears tuned-in. 






Friday, September 25, 2015

more with less.

there’s more to this world than religion” 
the penciled-in words screamed 
off the margin of the paper,
out of frustration with the romanticized, dramatic, seemingly-ignorant ink printed in the columns...

yes, we dumbed it down, watered it down 
and fit it into its institutionalized box
while we breathe His air in and out of our lungs...


now we’ve got buildings and boxes, soap boxes and podiums filled with people
given amplification for their cynical politics, personal agendas and lust for power.

we have confusion under the guise of clarity.

we’re trying to break free of traditional bonds
trying to decipher what is right from wrong
what is acceptable and just.

all living and dying on this pale blue dot.
but, we seem to think we’re the sun and
the planets of our own mind and intent revolve around us with magnetic power

still so many hurt. wondering if anyone sees them or knows them at all

surrounded by our own experience like tunnel vision.
we were made for more than this. 
we were made for more with less

Friday, August 14, 2015

When You're not Enough: Moses

I am currently Reading: Things Not Seen by Jon Bloom. Chapter 10 deals with "Moses and Inadequacy". Recently recognizing my fear of my own insufficiency being at war with my determination and belief in my own ability and God's plan, I dug deeper into this story...




When does God put us in positions that utilize our strengths?

You know that feeling when you can say, "yes! I was made to do this!"?



When does God put us in positions where we have to fully rely on HIS ability and not our own? (2 Cor 12:9)

Places where our own capacity is not enough to succeed... Either by past experience we have lost self-esteem or we simply do not have the experience or the confidence required...

I think it's both together. 
We step outside our comfort zone and God utilizes our individuality in His story-doing things we cannot do on our own. His answer to our doubts, our excuses and all our insufficiencies is, "I will be with you" (Exodus 3:12).

Moses is typically viewed as either a stuttering, angry man wondering through the desert who "missed out" on the promised land OR as a towering giant of the faith who saw great signs and wonders with a touch of his staff.

In reality, Moses had to have felt like an anomaly. 
He grew up an Israelite living as a son of Egyptian royalty. 
No one else was sharing this experience alongside of him. 
While it was wonderful his life was spared, he had to live caught in the middle of the oppressed and the oppressor. 
He lived with the family who had originally ordered his death before he even had the chance to breathe. 

What was his place? What purpose could be in this position?

If you know the story, you know Moses finally fled Egypt in fear for his life. 
He had been caught in the middle for so long! 
He finally let out years of anger of watching his blood be abused by his adoptive family. 
He fled Egypt and wasn't going back. 

Moses found a place of comfort
He had a family, he was safe out in the desert as a shepherd. 
Away from the stress and struggle. 
He wasn't enslaved and he wasn't living in luxury with a pagan people either. 

Still, God had other plans. 

A role for someone with Moses' unique past

Moses was not confident God was choosing the "right man" for the job.

Like Moses, there are times in life when our own insecurities and self-doubts come and cripple our belief, our desire, our purpose
It is often easier to stay where we are comfortable, where it is finally easy, than to venture beyond. 
Some of us have learned where to stay based on our past experiences, we tried and failed or we trusted and felt let down. 
So, we settle in, we settle down - we don't know what greatness could be over the mountain of hardship.

God has a plan to utilize the strengths HE knows we possess while placing us in a circumstance where we must trust in HIM

If the leader of the Israelites was consumed with his own adequacy, the Israelites would never have made it into the promised land. He would have felt like such a failure when all the people turned against him and blamed him. 
If he was "delivering" them for his own glory and acclaim, he would have given up. If he was strong enough in himself, he would not have known the glory of meeting and seeking God. 

But Moses was no such man. 
He knew his need. 
And he got to know his God. 
God made covenants with the man Moses. (Exodus 34:10) 
Moses saw "He who is invisible" (Hebrews 11) 
and his very flesh shone (Exodus 34:29-35).

Even though the attitudes of the people suggested otherwise, God was tangibly/visibly with his people over and over through the desert. And they still doubted him, but Moses remained faithful because God was his only hope. (Heb 11:27). 
Even though He struggled with trusting God at times, (Numbers 20:12) he persevered. 

At the end of his life, God took him, and he didn't suffer the pain of old age. Burial is an important rite in the Jewish tradition, even though Moses didn't have the ability to be buried with his mother and father as many of our Old Testament heroes desired, God, the Father took him Himself (Deuteronomy 34). 1 Samuel 2:30 "...he who honors me, I will honor".

       "Kingdom work is supernatural work, no matter what your calling is. If it doesn't require real faith and a desperate dependence on God, then either it's not God's calling or you don't get it yet... 
        'God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise;...what is weak in the world to shame the strong;... what is low and despised in the world, even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are, so that no human might boast in the presence of God.' (1 Cor. 1:27-29) 
        Don't use your weaknesses as an excuse for unbelief. Move forward in faith. God will be with you." - Things Not Seen: A Fresh Look at Old Stories of Trusting God's Promises,  Jon Bloom







Tuesday, July 28, 2015

25

What’s a girl to do when she’s standing here?





I’ve had this blog post on my mental list to write for a while...

I thought I had something to say (at least something to process-out-through-writing) about this moment in my existence… But, I worried-what is really worth saying? Aren’t I just another in a long line of people expressing some similar sentiment?
what do I really have to say that’s unique?
would anything about this post be worth the eyes of any visitor stumbling upon it or is it just more personal jibber, jabber?

Some days I hear myself saying, “I’m almost 25… 25! Guys, that’s scary!”
But, then… since I started preparing myself for this months ago, I can now have days where I feel pretty indifferent about it.
But, if I’m honest…I’d still put it off for a little while longer.

So, why?

Is it just some stigma society has imposed upon us?
Some gigantic exaggeration where life somehow looks like… 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27...

I’m sure it’s some of that, but maybe personally, there’s some fear that surfaces, unique for each of us, when we face a milestone.

We look right, left, backwards and forwards. 
Looking at where we are in life and judging it, based on some idea of where we “should” be. And our own idea of where we hoped we’d be.

Maybe what’s really scary is the fear, not of were I am, but the fear of still being here next year. The fear of never “making it”, never overcoming this, achieving that thing – before it’s “too late”. Even worse, the wondering of what, if anything, I could do differently.

Maybe to combat those fears, we say things like, “you’re never too old” and we joke about being “over the hill” when we’re still in our prime and we know it.


Recently, I thought again of the struggle, in this culture, to live one-day at a time. Even though life comes in minutes; hours; days-we quickly lump those into weeks; months; years and each day in its individuality can be lost.
But, nevertheless, life is lived out in days. One. at. a. time.
If we could just remember that, and live like that reality is reality,
I feel like we’d be more motivated and happier.

Somehow I know that life will never look like “what I imagine” – whether at 25, 30, 50 or 75...

Intrinsically, I think we know it’s not about the number of years, but the quality of life. A life well-lived and not wasted.
I think that’s why, when we lose hope in quality, we clamor for quantity.
We settle for more and more of the sh***y stuff. Trying to make up for what really matters. But any crazy experience, novelty or the chase of eternal youth don’t make up for the real connection and purpose we were born craving.

So, I don’t yet have the education, the job, the guy… --(it could go on and on if I let it)--most of the things I figured were reasonable to have by this age.
If, every year is a gift than every day is a choice of what perspective I am going to look through. Every day spent in fear and regret is just one more lost. So, I can’t be afraid to hope for fear of disappointment.
At any age, I think we all have more in common than we think. We’re all accepting that we don’t have it all figured out, life looks a lot different than we expected and we must find joy in the journey and hope beyond this skin.

The same day I was writing this, I happened on a post from someone 25 years further in his journey. He said,  

"Fifty came faster than I expected. So will sixty and seventy, if the Lord wills. So will the finish line. So will Glory. And each will feel different than I thought it would. My expectations, and certainly my self-image, are not what’s important.
What’s important, what this whole race is about, is obtaining the Prize (Philippians 3:14). And I want to keep running that I may obtain it (1 Corinthians 9:24)."


Ah, to keep that perspective...
I think I picked a good year to focus on being brave.

Here’s to 25…

Thursday, July 23, 2015

just breathe


It seems humorous to say:
                      just breathing can make you feel so alive.

Sounds like a basic statement. No breathing=No living, right?

But, by breathing, I don’t just mean gasping for breath as you run a marathon or the unconscious rhythm of breaths that keep oxygen flowing through your bloodstream as you live at any pace. 
I mean the sensation of settling when you stop and feel peace. Peace is funny like that, it settles on you, but it feels like a weight off you. A Selah.

We go; we do; we starve and we gorge.
We put pressure on ourselves and others.
Sure, there are seasons of work and struggle; Days when we can’t just stop, days when others are counting on us to lead, to fight, to persevere. There is courage and strengthening that can happen there.

But, there’s also courage and strengthening in the resting, pausing, waiting… breathing.
We’re so busy and then we’re so bombarded that we have to force our selves to “unwind” in healthy ways.

As much as I believe we were made to accomplish greatness; never give-up; to innovate; to create; to give out-I am now believing we were created to let-go, to rest, to stop and just BREATHE.

We don’t become alive because of all we accomplish and accumulate.
We become alive by being and breathing.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

I know I'm not supposed to ––

You.
I know I'm not supposed to–
I'm supposed to trust
I'm supposed to know

But apart of being brave is being honest.
that when I see you, I'm still reminded
when I see you, I don't think:
O
there's hope for me
no
instead, I think:
ugh
another reminder of how little of the parts of life I actually want that I actually have
^^ the feelings aren't perfect; these words aren't either

The way we ended up;
the way you decided to be didn't help either.

You.
With your pretty hair, perfect smile, perfect skin
just more refined than when we both had crazy hair, khakis & polos & crushes on the same boy

it looks like you got the easy-breezy-beautiful
you got the guy; you got the baby
it feels like you got the fast track & I got the quick sand



You.
With your easy, no fuss beauty
just more of...something than when we were both the new girls from the Lone Star with cameras & dreams

it looks like you got the move, the education, the job
you got the guy; you got the connections; wanderlust fulfilled
it feels like you got the open doors & I got the slammed ones.

And I listened to you tell your stories of everything I imagined, but the story had your name on the cover and I was barely on one page.
My book feels like a long mismatched chapter with too many rewrites; too many characters and then too few

I know I'm not supposed to–
but, apart of being brave is being honest,
when I see you, I'm still reminded...