There will be war

As I sit here and watch the beautiful green leaves rustle and the branches swaying in the wind, I am in awe of all the shades of green I see.  The grey clouds over head unleashed a fury of rain in the night.  New growth of green is evident on most of the evergreens. The image is beautiful and serene even though it is tumultuous, like my heart.  This space is my favorite place to write.  I am surrounded by large windows that give me a front row seat of God’s awe inspiring creation.  You can find beauty in most places if you are willing to see.  It is in this place that I come to connect with God.  My Bible is open and my pen is beside my open journal. 

My heart feels turbulent, like the weather I am watching.  There is beauty and life and tumultuous winds all in one space.  I find it beautifully fitting that the very first verse I read says “May God give you grace and peace.”  1Thessalonians 1:1

Yes please!

I feel that these past two years have been a wild ride of challenges, emotions, big life decisions and it has challenged me and forced me to look deeply for what I believe to be truth about God.

There was once a time in my young adult mind where I had a very idealistic concept of what a Christian is.  There were upright and moral. They did not sin because they were God following people.  They overcame temptation, they overcame their weaknesses, and they did not yell or swear or lose their temper.  They never drank too much, they were always joyful and happy to help and serving others was second nature.

Right. 

I learned very quickly that idealistic view was and is not possible.  I am human and human nature is inherently selfish which can only mean one thing. 

There will war. 

War between who I am and who I want to be.

 I remember some years ago when this realization first dawned on me.  I was in church and we were singing a worship song.  It was as if the room of hundreds of people became silent, and God spoke just to me. It was unmistakable and perfectly clear.  I would mess up again and again, but God’s grace is real and He is waiting for me to come back to Him each time I make a mistake.  I realized in this moment, that there are weaknesses I may never overcome.  The victory is that I choose to come to Jesus each and every time and ask His forgiveness, and get up and try again. And repeat. And never quit.  This is the good fight.  And not just trying again on my own willpower, but relying on Christ to help me.

“For I do everything through Christ who gives me strength.” Phil 4:13

I can get back up again, and try again because God gives me the strength.

We live in a broken world, there will be brokenness. That is unavoidable. The victory is choosing God’s grace and not quitting. Not staying down when we have fallen, but getting up and standing tall knowing that we serve a God who relentlessly loves us.

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A Broken Mother’s Day

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A Broken Mother’s Day

To all the women who experience this day hurting and broken and alone.

To all the women who parent alone with an absent spouse and carry all the weight of raising your children by yourself.

To the single mothers who day in and day out get out of bed and serve your families because love drives you to show up.

To all the women who do not have a mother or mother figures in your life.

To all the mothers who do not have men who celebrate them, to all the mothers who do not get to feel appreciated or valued or told how good of a job you are doing, today I celebrate you.

You women are the everyday heroes because no matter how tired and exhausted and hurt and unappreciated you feel, you keep showing up, keep serving your family even though you cry from the loneliness and tiredness when no one watches.  I see you and today I celebrate you.

To all the women who grew up with or have absent mothers who are alcoholics and drug addicted, and you choose to break the cycle and not repeat history, I celebrate you.

To the women who kept their babies even when the voices around you told you not to and now you are a mother, I celebrate you.

To my own mother who has overcome so much brokenness and adversary and has become the strong woman she is today—she broke the cycle and she showed up every day—today I celebrate you.

Motherhood-the hardest journey you will ever venture on. It breaks you and reshapes you. There are tears of frustration and exhaustion, tears of joy and celebration. It is the hardest, yet the most beautiful and worthy journey. To all the mothers that choose daily to show up and keep going, today is your day, and I celebrate you.

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