I had the privilege of sharing in the memory and grief of loved ones lost at our local regional hospital this past weekend…. this is for all of you who feel the pain extra at this… More
We have a tendency to attach ourselves to places and things.
Our worth and happiness depends on this. Then when it’s taken away from us we crumble.
My heart’s been aching for all the victims caught up in all these natural disasters and with the fire getting so close to Waterton, it feels real.
It’s been a good reminder for me to stop and reflect on my heart attachments.
Things and places are meant for us to enjoy in the moment but they are not promised to us forever. Those attachments are bound to lead to heartache.
Maybe it takes the removal of ‘things’ for us to realize what’s really important and how much we need each other. Regardless of race, gender or political party.
Until next time,
Series Post 2 – ‘God Won’t Give You More Than You Can Handle’
I know others have tried to debunk this in recent years, but I feel compelled to share what it was like hearing that, during a time when I felt I had definitely been given more than I could handle.
I think what we really mean to say when we say that is,”God loves you and He’s got you.”
Although this is one hundred percent true, to be honest, for some of us in the midst of our hard we don’t always feel that, so even that is a battle to process.
It goes back to allowing ourselves to feel through all of the doubts and pain. To not feel pushed into a prescribed process of what it’s supposed to look like.
The prescribed method is too boxy for most of us, which leaves us feeling less than, hurt and confused.
When I hear, ‘He won’t give you more than you can handle,’ I hear…… I better handle this, on my own, with my head held high, regardless of how I really feel.
Not okay and so unhealthy.
Most of us know this saying comes from scripture, in Corinthians, the writing of Paul…. There is so much more to that scripture then the black and white that has been taken from it.
If we were never given more than we could handle, we wouldn’t need each other or God. That goes against every other word in scripture.
We need to not use that anymore.
Instead we say…. I am here. I am going to do this is hard with you. I will fall with you, I will feel weak with you then I will rise with you.
Together we can!
Until next time,
Sitting with others through their pain can be awkward and uncomfortable. We don’t know what to do. We want to make them feel better somehow, so we say things. More like throw up words out of our mouth, words that cause more pain than healing.
Series Post 1 – ‘Stay Strong’
I can’t even count how many times people have told me to ‘stay strong,’ much less how many times I’ve heard it said to others and even used it myself.
We probably say it because we actually believe staying strong is the only option to surviving trials.
It seems pretty harmless and of course we mean well, but those two simple words can be very damaging to someone going through a crisis.
As we go through challenges, we will feel every emotion imaginable… even weakness. When we are constantly told to be strong, while we feel anything but strong, it brings on guilt, shame and denial.
Immense guilt in ‘why do I feel so weak when I need to be strong, others could handle this better, I need to be strong so I’ll pretend that I am.’
It denies us the freedom to feel, process and heal.
In life we will encounter hard times where we feel completely defeated and weak, and we need to be able to sit in that and own it.
Feeling weak does not make us less of a person. It makes us a human being capable of opening up to the real core of pain and working through it.
The freedom and blessing that comes from fully feeling through our weakness is far greater than ‘being strong’ and fighting against authentic heart emotions.
Imagine the strength of someone coming out of hardship, having lived through it fully feeling.
Fully feeling leads to fully healing…. And feeling weak is part of that!
Until next time,
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I know better than to start watching a TV series. I can’t stop until it’s done and well…. some of them have a lot of seasons with a lot of episodes and that takes up a lot of hours.
103 to be exact (ish).
Did you get that? I watched 103 hours of nonsense over the last month.
A series I got so into, that when something happened to one of the main characters, I cried for hours and felt depressed for days.
But I couldn’t stop watching. It was like a drug.
When I felt stressed, I’d watch. When I was tired, I‘d watch. When life got hard, I’d watch. When anxiety took over, I’d watch.
It was the answer to everything, because as long as I was watching, I wasn’t feeling, not real life anyway.
In my brief moments of self-awareness, great ideas would pass by, only to be snuffed out with the longing to ‘turn off’ with Netflix. Netflix won every time.
I could easily see this becoming a pattern, series after series.
Why aim higher and strive for that next promotion, when you can avoid those desires with Netflix? Why follow through with a plan to meet with someone, when you could just stay home with Netflix? Why get uncomfortable listening to the voice of passion and ideas, when the comfort of Netflix is right there?
Why feel through life at all when you can just numb with Netflix?
This is the second time in my life that I have watched a series and knowing my personality and my weakness, it will be a long time before I do it again.
Life is short friends. Really short. I doubt that anyone ever gets to the end and says, ‘man I wish I would have watched more shows.’
That voice, those dreams, those ideas – they are real. Act on them. Live a full life of passion and adventure.
That, you’ll regret if you don’t.
Until next time,
It all starts with one word.
Long before it is even spoken by those little lips, already while being knit together, whether in womb or heart.
A piece of you. A part of you. Growing. Shaping to roam and change the world.
First comes the joy and excitement, which if we’re honest, is followed by extreme terror and doubt.
You become responsible for this being that prances around with your heart like it’ll never stop beating and can endure all things.
When in reality, after week one, it starts dragging never to fully catch up again.
Sleep is but a vague memory. Clean floors. Dirty dishes. Laundry piles. Dusting – who still does that anyway? It never ends.
Yet, very few of us hold only the prestigious mama title. One that really is enough to consume every ounce of sanity and energy one human is capable of producing.
So we push through day after day as a full-time mama, in a full-time career, as a full-time cleaner, as a never ending cook and a 24-7 first responder…. I haven’t even touched on comparisons and the dos and don’ts that attempt to choke us at every turn.
These little people are everywhere and they need us every minute of the day, even after they start pretending they don’t.
Mamas we will never be done. We are in this forever. All of us.
Feeling alone? Exhausted? Like you’re the only one that just fed their kids Kraft Dinner three days in a row? Like it’s only your child that throws a tantrum in the check out line every. single. time. And the famous words I HATE YOU…. you must be the only parent to have ever heard that.
Because all the other mamas feed their children only organic food with 80% vegetables, 10% protein and 10% carbs. All the other mamas know how to hold their temper, even behind closed doors. They get promotions at work and their homes are spotless. Their children are in ballet, gymnastics, soccer and well every fricking thing under the sun. Oh and their husbands? Well, they are clearly living happily ever after.
Insanity right? How do we keep it together?
We don’t. Each of us marching to the beat of a different drum in the same band. Alone.
Mamas we need each other. We need to do this together.
We need to be able to extend and share our bruised, dragging hearts in all aspects of motherhood. On the street, in the market, at the park and in our homes.
Together with so much grace, love and respect for each other that all those moments of guilt, fear and doubt are replaced and filled with assurance, support and love. Oh so much love.
Because despite all of it, at the end of the day, we love our little beings so much, that we wouldn’t change it for anything.
And there is only one way we can remain sane on this crazy adventure of motherhood…..
Together. Hand in hand. Heart to heart.
You with me mama?
Until next time,
Photo credit – DanaWall Photography