Walking Through Unfamiliar Territory

It has been months since I have made a blog post, three and a half months to be exact. I miss not blogging, but for those of us that live our lives know, that sometimes the day to day can bog us down. I wanted to write but, I was tired. I wanted to share but, I was busy. I thought about typing but, duties called. Now finally, I have a few minutes on a sunny September afternoon to post on what I am thinking at this moment in time.

Life is hard.

This statement probably doesn’t come as a surprise to many. You know. You feel it too. I’m currently fifty-one years old. Most days in my own head I feel younger, like I don’t belong in a body that has already lived through five decades. The truth is, I thought when I was in my fifties life would be easier. Young enough to still enjoy life, wise enough to appreciate it. But, it isn’t easier.

Kids grow up. They make their own decisions. It doesn’t matter whether I agree or disagree with choices being made. Sometimes the thought of that is freeing and at other times it hurts. Anyone that has grown, twenty-something children probably understands what I am saying. I have to accept that when I look at my children, I am looking into the faces of adults. Adults who are making their own way, in their own time, and I pray for wisdom for us all.

Family members who are facing difficult situations. Decisions that are stressful, diagnoses that debilitate, and an understanding that change is happening. Change. I hate that word right now. When the doctor gives the news it seems so unfair. So wrong. I try not to dwell on things, but the thoughts are always in the back of my mind tearing away at memories.

At times I am strong and fierce. I know myself and understand my role. At other times I am weak from the tears and the longing for what once was. On some days I am fine, happy, and all is well. I feel in control. Other days not so much. That is the thing. I am not in control. I never was. The thought of having control over my life is just a flimsy facade. On days when I let this realization take hold I am so very grateful that I know the ONE who is in control. The ONE who is not chained to calendars and clocks, who is not phased by the movement of time. He who knows each of us intimately and is never surprised by the doctor’s diagnoses, or children’s decisions. Jesus who never leaves me nor forsakes me, who said there is nothing that can keep us apart.

Thank you, Jesus.

35 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?… <my words: or doctor’s diagnoses, or growing up children, or autoimmune disease, or mistakes, or misunderstandings or…..anything>

37 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.38 For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, 39 nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:35, 37-39 ESV

Don’t You Feel It Too?

Yesterday the Jesus Calling devotion (by Sarah Young) spoke to me loudly and clearly. There are times when I know beyond a shadow of doubt that God is speaking directly to me. The Word said, “TRUST ME, and don’t be afraid. Many things feel out of control…….When you are shaken out of your comfortable routines, grip My hand tightly and look for growth opportunities.”

Isn’t this the truth for most of us?  Don’t you feel it too?

I know that I like security and familiarity. I feel comfortable when I know what to expect. Unfortunately, life doesn’t stay that way for long. I try…but, so many times things are out of my control, beyond my reach, out of my grasp. I am often left wondering the “why” of the circumstances. When life doesn’t make sense to my finite mind, I need to remember to trust the Infinite.

Sometimes the most difficult thing to do, is trust. Don’t get me wrong, I want to. I need to. I long to……..

God, help me.

 

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Trying To Find Her Voice

This Thursday’s 2/20/14 writing prompt:
Finding Your Voice. 

 

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Finding her voice is not always easy, because life can strangle, and breath comes hard and ragged.

She is a pleaser, and sometimes she hates that about herself. It is easier to say the right thing. It is what is expected.

She has words, ideas, thoughts, experiences. Wanting to be heard. Some times she wonders if that is possible?

A whisper of who she is, echoes on the wind. Softly, quietly

and then…….

Alone, she takes the opportunity to scream. The silence shatters as her voice slices the air.

 

It pours out. The emotion is wild. The tears cleanse.

Who is this person?

Where did she come from?

 

Everyone has a story. Even her.

The chapters of her story stained with the circumstances of life.

At times the words are trapped, they are too much. If the truth was told, it might not be pleasing.

And so she is quiet,

for now.

 

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Psalm 46:1  ESV

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