Showing posts with label Victory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Victory. Show all posts

Thursday, May 18, 2017

My Story, His Story

I was asked to speak at church last week in a series called "My Story, His Story" sharing how God has come in to my life story. There will be an audio version at some point, until then, here is the text I prepared and spoke from....


Zack told me that I was finishing out this series and, since Mother’s Day is the 3rd highest day for church attendance each year, to not “blow it”. I do appreciate the faith that he has put in me for this morning, hopefully I can live up to that, but I am the mother of 4 kids ages 5 and under and time to prepare was hard to come by! I do feel like I am coming in with an advantage of having heard the amazing stories of others for the last few weeks.  As each person has started to speak they said they prayed and asked their spouse to pray when Zack asked them to speak. I am just going to confess that I didn’t do that! I just said YES! Then I felt really guilty as I sat  there the last few weeks, did I just fail the first test of speaking at church? But then I thought really I have been asking God for the opportunity to share my story for several years, because even as I was going through these struggles, I wanted God to use them to help others. So here I am.

Mother’s Day

And its Mother’s Day, of all days, to share my story. Just a couple warnings. One, I had a baby a little over a month ago and my emotions are a little close to the surface this morning so I may cry, and two, this isn’t your typical happy Mother’s Day story. Actually, I have learned over the last several years that for many many people, in many different walks of life, that Mother’s Day isn’t nearly as happy as Hallmark would like us to believe.

In my case, it was the path to motherhood itself that would lead me through some of the darkest days of my life, where I was journeying right through the valley of the shadow of death and clinging to the Lord when I couldn’t see the road in front of me. I learned a lot about myself and the nature of God as I walked.

A journey of faith

Long before I was thinking seriously about motherhood, God had already started me on a journey that would challenge me and build up my faith, which looking back I can see I really needed to be able to get through the last several years. Ralph Waldo Emerson once said “all I have seen teaches me to  trust the creator for all I have not seen”. We can actually church up that Emerson quote quite a bit with Hebrews 11:1 which says “Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen”. God uses experiences in our lives to build up our faith and trust in him.  So I will start with a journey of faith.

Spokane to Washington, DC

This journey starts just over the mountains in Spokane, where I grew up, went to elementary, middle school, high school, and college. At Eastern Washington University, I studied economics as a social science, which is different (code for “not as useful”) than a business economics degree. My dad, being very wise, questioned what I would do with this degree. Well, graduate school, of course! And then I would probably teach. During my senior year of college I was offered a full scholarship to WSU. I took a class on leadership where we had to write about where we wanted to be in 10 years. When I wrote that paper, I could see myself living and working in Washington, DC, a city I had loved since I was 14 and had visited with my family. I also had loved local politics for years, had interned for a Congressman, and wanted to experience life “inside the beltway”.  Writing that paper, made me realize I didn’t want to wait 10 years and a graduate degree to live that life, with God’s help and faith, I realized there was a little voice in my heart saying I really didn’t want to go to school anymore right then and I was to go get a job in Washington, DC. That took a lot of faith to put in to words and share with others. It was crazy for a girl with a full scholarship to a graduate program to want to try for a job on the other side of the country. But I wasn’t just crazy, I had faith that God was in this plan….so I prayed about what to do and came back with the idea that I shouldn’t wait until I had a job, I should just move there anyway because it would be easier to look for a job in person! I should add here that my parents had moved to Florida by this time and my back up plan was just to head south to their door step if this plan didn’t work out. So I packed up my car, my cat, and a whole lot of courage and set out on a very long drive. God was faithful. My phone rang as I was driving through Indiana on a Thursday. It was someone from the United States Census Bureau calling to set up a phone interview for Monday. I said “actually I can be there in person, what’s the address?” I was hired 2 weeks later. It was a crazy plan, far from the comfort and safety of home but it was where God asked me to go and my faith grew watching His plan to give me the desires of my heart unfold.

Back to Graduate School

As I left Spokane and school behind, I promised myself, though, that I would only work for 3 years and then I would for sure go to graduate school. Living just inside the beltway I poured myself in to my job, which I loved. It was lots of numbers, a surprising amount of travel, and I was on the track to be a manager…but wait, I was supposed to go back to school and I told everyone 3 years was my limit.  At year 2 I started to work on my plan to go back to school, but I wasn’t all that excited about it. I wanted to stay and work. Work was fun. Work paid money! But I felt again that push that said “go, do this new uncomfortable thing and see what will happen”. Well, this time I had scholarships to choose from so I picked the one closest to my parents, and started graduate school at the University of Florida. I was back on track to that graduate degree.

Except that I HATED school. It was awful. I was sure I was in the very wrong place. Surely I must have misheard God because my life had pretty much taken what I thought was a VERY wrong turn. So much so that I left the University of Florida after one semester. I made plans to return to Virginia and try a different school and if that didn’t work, I was sure my job would be waiting at the Census Bureau.

I knew my job would be waiting because it had actually kind of stayed with me. When I left the Census Bureau they had a project they were willing to contract out. I was able to work part time as a contractor while I was in graduate school. This was a huge provision from God when school didn’t work out AND over the next several years as I would continue to do contract work for the government which would support my family, put my husband through college, and allow me to even have an employee for a few years.

Getting Married

Life isn’t always a struggle of faith, though, sometimes you pray and have a desire and it happens faster than you could even imagine…faster than maybe even your parents think is a good idea! And that is how I met my husband!!! The University of Florida is in a smallish college town in the middle of pretty much swamp. If you are not in school, there isn’t much to do. And I was not in school and waiting for my lease to be up, so it seemed like a good time to try online dating. In January of 2008, I saw the profile of a very good looking pilot and, as I would find out as we emailed, talked, and met over the coming weeks he was also smart, funny, and a man of God. It took me only weeks to tell my parents that this was the man I was going to marry….We started out with a long distance relationship of 200 miles. We would do a LOT of driving on the weekends. One very late night I was driving the two hours home and a panther ran in front of my car, that will tend to scare a person in the dark!! I swerved and rolled my car. I had a lot of angels that night because I was able to crawl out of the car mostly unharmed. It seemed like this was sign that long distance wasn’t going to be a good idea. We knew God was the center of our relationship and we were meant to be married so to keep everyone alive,  after dating for 3 months, we were married under a live oak tree outside the county clerks office (this is a fancy way to say “we eloped”) . God had very quickly answered my prayers for a husband and was showing me why I had felt that I needed to leave DC the year before…it wasn’t for school, it was to be within the 200 mile search radius of the man he had picked out for me, it was certainly a showing of following in faith to come to the things “not yet seen”, really, at the time I had left DC, I wasn’t even thinking of meeting my husband in Florida. God is just that good!

Wanting kids

We still had a wedding with family and friends on the beach, but since we had already done the official part, my dad could do the ceremony.  It was 9 years ago last week that Mark and I stood  on a sunny beach and vowed again to love each other through all times. We knew we wanted to have children right away, 4 of them.  Mark was 32, I was 25 and we were ready to jump right in to starting our family. I had some idea that getting pregnant might not be super easy for me since I was diagnosed with endometriosis at age 19 so when a few months went by we were already checking in with a doctor.

Infertility treatments

For the next couple years we would pursue infertility treatments that were progressively more aggressive. At first, it was take some oral medications at certain times of the month. Then we moved on to doing nightly shots, Mark worked out a system where he would get the shots ready, hand me a cookie, and then give me the shot while I was distracted. All of the treatments came invasive testing every few days or even sometimes every day. We lived 2 hours from our infertility clinic, so I would make the 4+hour trip many times in a week. I also had surgery twice to remove endometriosis and ovarian cysts. I was also diagnosed with polycystic ovarian syndrome during this time. It was taking a whole team of doctors, a LOT of money, and so much patience with trial and error treatments to get me pregnant.

First miscarriage

But after a couple years, I finally did get pregnant and we were so excited. For a short time, and then we learned I would miscarry this baby we had prayed and worked so hard for. We were devastated. I was sad. I felt let down by God. But we kept going because one miscarriage isn’t that uncommon and we still really wanted a baby and we knew that God was faithful. I had just spent the last 4 years on a pretty big cross country journey teaching me quite a lot about how faithful God will be and I would need all that faith. At this point we were praying for a baby however God might provide one (Mark assured me that stealing wasn’t a God answer).

Second miscarriage

Another year went by and I got pregnant again. And again we were excited, a little more cautious, but it was hard to not be excited. This time I had gotten pregnant and we were not even doing infertility treatments. Surely this would be the one. Until I woke up bleeding on the 4th of July. It was a quiet ride to the hospital, where thankfully my parents met us, and we learned I was miscarrying again. Two weeks later, my grandfather died. Two weeks after that I found out my current work contract that was supporting our family, would be cut to a third of its size. I was diagnosed with depression at this time, but a large part of my feelings was anger.  I was just flat mad and mostly at God because as I asked “why” over and over and over, I felt like all I was hearing was silence.  Which was conflicting because I also still had this faith in God that said God is good and God is faithful to us.

Emotions

One day I came up with this image…a child sitting in her father’s lap screaming and beating against his chest with her fists and her father’s arms wrapped around her. That child was so mad at her father that she wanted to hit him. BUT she also knew her father loved her so much that she knew the safest and best place to be was in her father’s arms. That was the day I started to realize that God created emotions and God meets us in our emotions. We don’t have to have only the “good” emotions with God, we can share all our emotions and He can take it.

Adoption

Well, it was after that miscarriage and a lot of testing that we learned I had a chromosome mix up that causes repeated miscarriages. And we had to grieve all over again and struggle again with God. I had wanted babies since I was little girl, this was a good desire, it is a Biblical desire, and yet, in my mind, God wasn’t answering. But we had asked him to lead our journey and we just wanted a baby however God would provide one and at this point our journey started taking us towards adoption. In adoption, God gave us an unusual charge…to adopted a child of a specific race and gender. This is unusual because when you are in the process of adopting through the U.S. private adoption system you are told to be as open as possible to race and so that more birth mother’s would see our profile. I was frustrated that God seemed to be telling us otherwise. But God met me in my frustration and said “Be still for I am God”. Over and over I heard that in my head even as it made no sense to be restrictive. Well, we were approved to adopt on November 22nd and Isaac was born on February 22nd…we have about the fastest adoption of anyone we have met! God asked us to be faithful and was he ever faithful in return!! We finally had our baby, the perfect baby meant for us. One more confirmation of that? The miscarriage I had the year before? Isaac was born on my due date. God is good all the time.

There are lots of emotions in adoption. God has sat with me in those emotions, too, and I pray that Isaac’s birth mother knows today that God is with her as well. I think my favorite quote to sum up the emotions of adoption is this “A child born to another woman calls me mommy. The magnitude of that tragedy and the depth of that privilege is not lost on me”. Even 5 years later, I am overwhelmed with emotions as I watch Isaac play at times and it is all I can do to cry out to God for his amazing goodness in adoption. As a side note on adoption, adoptive parents get a very unique opportunity to understand the adoption of each of us in to God’s family in a way that I truly believe can only be comprehended when you are told by a judge that this child is now and forever yours, talk about emotions that day!!

But the journey didn’t end there. I would go on to get pregnant again. And miscarry again. It was a little different because I had a baby to love and snuggle as I cried. But I was still sad and God still sat with me as I cried because I wanted this baby, too.

 Oklahoma City

At this point in the story, we took another turn. Mark was finishing his engineering degree and looking for a job. He told me about one in Oklahoma City and I said, “sure, go for it, you don’t have to take it if they offer it to you, it will be good practice, but it isn’t like we are going to just move from Florida to Oklahoma”. I think God laughed right then. Mark ended up with 2 job offers. One in Oklahoma City and one in Wichita, KS. There is nothing that makes Oklahoma City seem quite so appealing as being told your other option is Wichita. But we decided to test God and make sure this Oklahoma thing was really from him. Mark asked for a signing bonus to help pay for our move, we were told they would probably say no…and they said yes. Ok, God, thanks for the confirmation, I think. Two months later, Mark finished school and we were moving to Oklahoma and Mark would begin working for the Boeing Company. It was hard to leave my parents, and take their only grandchild that they had also hoped and prayed for, and move halfway back across the country. But again, God asked us to trust and be faithful and His plan would be good.

Joel

When Isaac was a year old, I got pregnant yet again (for the 4th time in 4 years) but this time would be different. We prayed and hoped just as much as every other time. We had our brand new small group in Oklahoma literally stand around us in a circle and pray for this growing baby to be healthy. God said yes this time and we would see a flickering heartbeat on an ultrasound and months later bring home Joel.

Miscarriages again

After Joel was born I miscarried three more time. Each one brought a time of mourning, of questioning, of thinking we were probably crazy for continuing to try for more children, and a lot of sadness because now those babies had faces, after Joel was born I knew what our babies would look like, and I was heartbroken even as I continued to care for my sons. But God kept meeting me in those emotions and was still whispering on my heart “I am not done with you. I am not done giving you children. Watch and be faithful.”

Fourth pregnancy after Joel

The fourth time I got pregnant after Joel was born, I was not excited at all. I mostly ignored the fact. I was tired of this. And I told that to God. A lot. God I am TIRED of this cycle!! And God said “no, my grace is sufficient for you and all you have to do is hold on. I know you are tired, but I will carry you.” We went to the doctor again, and finally saw another flickering heart beat and Peter would be joining our family, but not in Oklahoma.

Leaving Oklahoma

See we really didn’t like Oklahoma all that much for a pretty good reason. Tornados are terrible weather events and we just happened to move to Moore, Oklahoma 5 months before it would be ravaged by an F5 tornado we could see from our front window. We didn’t know when we entered the shelter if our home would be standing when we came out. It was, but I think that was the day we started praying to God to help us move from Oklahoma. Later that year Mark was asked to start working for a program based in Seattle. Another year and a half later, we were still praying we could move to Seattle but our prayers were getting really intense…because by this time we had outrun a tornado in our car one evening, and other day had a tornado come straight at our house, lift back off the ground to go over it and come back down a few blocks away. While we were very thankful God was keeping us safe, we were not enjoying this way of life! Finally, after much much prayer (and hard work by Mark) we were granted the opportunity to move to Seattle. Since my parents had moved here the year before, this was an amazing chance to have our boys closer to their grandparents, and get extra help now that we had a third child on the way. Peter was born 4 months later.

Peter, Special needs

God has special plans for Peter, I know he does, because God made Peter extra special. When Peter was a month old we realized his eyes moved all the time back and forth but he didn’t look at anyone or anything. Over the next few months our hearts grew heavy as it became more evident that Peter couldn’t really see much. At his 6 month well baby check up, he failed every developmental milestone test. We already had an appointment with a pediatric ophthalmologist scheduled and we found out that his eyes were very weak. The rapid eye movement, called a nystagmus, could indicate he had a neurological defect and he needed an MRI. I cried as I watched him get put to sleep, I cried through the entire test, I prayed that he would be just fine. God heard all that, I know he did, but the answer was not what I wanted. Peter has a rare brain defect, Optic Nerve Hypoplasia, that not only means his optic nerve bundle is small, but that other parts of his brain are also underdeveloped. This condition occurs in utero and cannot be fix. It is a whole different kind of sadness and heartbreak that comes when you learn your child will potentially face a lifetime of difficulties you just can’t fix for him. I had to struggle again to remember the goodness of God. The God who made Peter, who could have made Peter whole but did not. I have to trust that God has a plan for Peter, but I don’t know what it is yet. In the meantime, I have been reminded that even on the days that I am tired of going to one more appointment at the Children’s Hospital, that I am tired of having therapists in our home 3 days a week, that I am tired of making sure Peter doesn’t hurt himself because of his low vision and lack of depth perception, that I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.   

Eloise

Mark said this next part of the story is where God just shows off and I have to agree with him. When Peter was 8 months old, I got pregnant again and we DIDN’T continue the trend of miscarrying between viable pregnancies. God, in his mercies, allowed that pregnancy    to be our daughter Eloise. We finally have those 4 children we wanted so long ago…not at all the journey I would have planned or expected but it was the one where I would grow the most. I have been asked more than once how I endured all those losses and I often say “by God’s grace” because there is just no part of my human strength that could have done it alone. I believe it was also the grace of God that allowed me to have Eloise without having a miscarriage first. I can stand here today and say that God now has me on a journey of healing and God is still very good.

Challenge

I just want to give a challenge today to let God meet you in your emotions. Whatever journey you are on, whatever you are feeling, let God join you there. I want to especially talk to women for a minute. There are a lot of expectations on women, in the world it is to be “Pintrest worthy”, in the church it is to be the Proverbs 31 woman. Well, the Bible doesn’t say this, but since she was female, I am going to theorize that the Proverbs 31 woman broke down and cried more than one. But she is still in the Bible! It is ok to cry, it is ok to be angry, it is ok to just feel your feelings, but know this…God can take it. Invite him to meet you in your emotions and you will find out he is already there waiting.

Waiting mothers

And for anyone among us that is still waiting for their baby. I will be praying for you. I am super impressed you came to church on Mother’s Day. You are brave. You are showing faithfulness to God. I don’t know how your journey will go, I can’t promise you a baby (as much as I desperately want to), but I can promise that God is here, God is listening, God wants the very best for you, and God is good. All the time.


Thank you.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Brave: A Pep Talk, Of Sorts...

I have a thing about bravery. I guess you could say I have been studying the idea of bravery this year.

This year has required some bravery. Not the easy peasy looking movie version...the REAL version: The sleepless nights, endless thinking about possibilities, crying on the shower floor, real deal bravery.

And, well, sometimes often frequently I fall off my own wagon. I just hit on the despair and can't get to the bravery of just moving through a life that is a bit hard right now.

So I needed a pep talk last week. I was feeling miserable about a lot of things and had to really stop and really think "what is the brave answer?". And a few things came to mind...my own visual pep talk..before I settled on the brave answer that day.

I figure if I post them all here, I can revisit this pep talk as needed this summer. Seriously, it will be needed.

First, one of my favorite songs. I keep this loaded on my phone for a quick reminder...

(There is a music video version, but honestly, I don't get it)

And then I read this Bible verse...
For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.- 2 Timothy 1:7
I love that verse for bravery. Sometimes I am fearful of just life and I need the reminder that I have been given a spirit far beyond fear.

God then used my brother in a crazy way for my pep talk. My birthday was 2 months ago but on the day I needed this bravery reminder...well, a birthday present came from my brother...


A "be brave" bracelet!!

And finally, a post from one of my favorite authors and random Facebook post writers, Jon Acuff!


Bravery is a choice, not a feeling.
Posted by Jon Acuff on Wednesday, June 17, 2015


Once I had gone through all of those, I could think about my question...

"what is the brave next step?"

and I found one.

Not a perfect answer to all of life's current problems but an answer of what would brave look like for that day. And that tiny start of movement from desperate to brave started to move again in my soul and that was enough.

Be Brave.

Friday, March 13, 2015

The beginning of bravery

We all like the idea of bravery. We see other people take a risk and think "that was really brave". Hollywood makes money off of showing us bravery. Disney knows the Prince needs to do something brave to win the heart of the princess (or, in the case of Frozen, the princess bravely chooses true love, still, Anna was brave!)

Yet in our own lives we don't always see our bravery. We call it something else. Crazy? Stupid? (In the first year of having two babies 20 months apart in age I often left my house with them to do something thinking "this is really brave or really stupid"!)

Or do we see acts of desperation where others might see acts of bravery? Does bravery occur because we feel we have no other option but to step out on that desperate path?

Let me give an example...when I graduated from college I was 21, had a degree in Economic Theory, and needed a job. The problem was that there wasn't a huge need for right out of college economist in my city. So I needed to relocate. I also knew that in person interviews were a good idea. And I was running out of money. All of this prompted me (especially that last part about money) to pack up and move from one side of the country to the other, without a job when I got there, to a city where I knew no one. I was desperate. From my point of view, there wasn't another good option. I packed up my few belongings and a grouchy cat in a Honda Civic and drove across the U. S. My plan did work, I had a job within a few weeks, but I had no guarantee of that at the time.

I have retold that story many times in the 11 years since I did it. Almost every time I have told it, the response has been "that was brave" and I kind of looked at people funny at first because I thought "no it wasn't, it was crazy, it was terrifying, it was desperate!"

That is just one story, I have lots more, where I felt totally desperate in the moment but when I look back I can see the bravery. Which makes me wonder "does bravery begin in desperation?"

Even if you go back to Prince Charming he fought the dragon because he was desperate to get the Princess not because it looked like fun. It is a silly example, but it works.

Are we willing to take the desperation to get the bravery? I hate feeling desperate, it is a place of vulnerability, but if I let it be a time of growth, bravery happens and then amazing things can happen.

That job I got? I left it three years later to start a company that contracted for my original employer. That company not only employed myself, it paid for my husband to get through college, and employed a few family members as well. GREAT things came of that desperate brave act of moving without a job.

I am starting to realize that I need to reframe my story. To look at events maybe as an outsider. To see what it looks like to be brave when I just feel desperate. And if I am going to reframe my past in the context of bravery, can I start to reframe my "now" as brave? Are the hard days of being in the Middle Life, of learning how to Thrive, really days of bravery? I started out this year wanting to Thrive in my Middle Life...even that was kind of a feeling of desperation. I mean, I was feeling kind of stuck so I decided I would Thrive because I didn't see another choice while I was here. But I am starting to feel brave! The little, and big, things I am doing to Thrive this year are acts of bravery, one step at a time. I am choosing to reframe the story starting in the now.

I like stories, so here is another one...We struggled with infertility for the first few years of our marriage. It was a hard road. It was a dark road.  It was a very desperate road. As we walked in our desperation it became clear that adoption was going to be the path for us. That road was also filled with desperate longing for a baby. We adopted our son in early 2012 and, if I let myself, I can still feel that desperation, but I can look back and see the bravery, too...we opened our hearts to the idea of bringing in this new baby. Providing a life he would not have otherwise had. I love that little boy with my whole heart. Our journey to him was desperate and brave and beautiful. And I am thankful today that I reached a point of desperation that led to the bravery of choosing adoption to grow our family. Without desperation, I wouldn't have Isaac.

So as I embrace Isaac, I want to remind myself to embrace the desperate times, but to look for the bravery, because it is there and that is the story I want to write. Starting now. Starting with the bravery of embracing, of Thriving in, the Middle Life.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

It was...a day!

(I have been working on a deep blog post for several days, it isn't quite done, but this one was in my head today, so here it is....)

Marriage speaker Mark Gungor once said if you ask a man how his day was he will look back and the box could be empty already and he will say "ummm, it was...a day!". But a woman will tell you every. little. detail.

Sometimes, though, I look back and all I can say was "that was...a day" because I can't even believe all of what transpired in that day. Some days I am sure I have lived a whole week since I got up in the morning!! But, I can't even repeat it because it was so overwhelming, so I just say to myself "well, that was A DAY".

Today was one of those days.

I woke up feeling overwhelmed and then spent my day putting out fires and having new reasons to feel overwhelmed....

...starting a new business and all the little details of trying to have a kick off.

...taking my son to the doctor and dealing with billing problems (this one was resolved by other people today. YAY!) and then getting some heavy information about the kiddo during the appointment (thanking God that I have a HUGE support team to turn to to sort stuff out with).

....volunteering to make FORTY rice crispy straw bales for preschool tomorrow (the volunteering was done weeks ago, I was crazy).

...sending my kids out to play and having the 3 year old throw the 1 year old's glasses over the fence! (trying to be thankful he told me what he did!)

...and realizing as I got the toddler ready for bed that we were both still wearing HIS breakfast on ourselves (my shirt, his hair).

But it was still a day. Just one out of many, right? Now, that was a lot to take in and I wanted to run and hide a few times (and I did cry once) but it was just a day.

Now we are at the end. And there were victories...getting the glasses back (breaking and entering, yes, but whatever), finding the right support after the doctor visit, and the straw bales are ready!

It was just a day. Days happen. Some are crazy but I need to remember to let them stay in their day, not to add or borrow to another day, just have one day.

So tomorrow is a whole new day, with whole new mercies, and I have no doubt there will be a whole new kid story, but let's not worry about it yet, ok?

Sleep well because it was just a day!

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Imperfect Progress

Imperfect Progress.

I read that phrase recently and it really stuck with me. I think a lot of progress actually works that way and it pretty much is what I am holding on to right now in my Middle Life.

I haven't had a lot to say recently. The last few weeks have been hard. Lots of thoughts in my head, but not a lot of them making even remotely close to enough sense to write down. I keep thinking "two steps forward, one step back...and I am in the one step back part."

Why? Because we lost another baby and when you get to miscarriage number six there isn't a whole lot left to say. And none of it is nice.

So I got to practice, again, focusing on the land of the living...but it was HARD. It was imperfect progress. It was crying myself to sleep, but still getting up to love on my boys. It was saying "why this AGAIN??" while still taking my little ones for a walk. It was my heart breaking for my lost baby at the same time I was smiling at my silly toddlers.

It was imperfect. But it was progress. Because I made it through. Because I didn't just say "I hate the Middle Life". Because I did my best. Each day. I know I did my best.

I actually lowered my personal expectations/plans/household chores quite a bit. I reminded myself (ok, fine, my dad reminded me) that sometimes just doing the next thing IS thriving.

Sometimes Thriving is just not giving up today.

And it is still progress. Beautiful, messy, imperfect progress. 

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Living

I would have lost heart, unless I had believed
That I would see the goodness of the LORD
In the land of the living. (NKJV)
Psalms 27:13
A friend of mine shared this verse recently. It wasn't new to me...I have clung to it before as a reminder to look around and see what God is doing even when I feel hopeless.

I just hadn't thought of it in a while until last week when I realized it summarized how I had been trying to live in my Middle Life over the last few months. 

Last year threw me a few punches in an old fight I didn't even know I was fighting. Talk about unfair! 

It has taken some time to heal from miscarrying not once, but twice, in just a few months. I wasn't even thinking of new babies but I wanted them when I thought they were coming and, honestly, I still want them knowing they are so much safer in the arms of Jesus right now.

Keeping myself focused on the land of the living took effort through that grieving process. I know it took effort because a couple of times before in a similar grieving process (you get a lot of tries with 5 miscarriages) I didn't do well on this focus at. all. This time I wanted to be different and I was.

But I can't really take credit. The Lord has given me my focus on the land of the living. There are two living babies that are sleeping in my house right now. They are there smiling each time I look in the review mirror of my car (well, always there, just not always smiling, they are toddlers after all). 

These little boys show me the hope in the land of the living each and every day. On days it would be so much easier to pull the covers back over my head and cry "why" and "when will get to where we want to be", I remember that I believe I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. And when it is hard? God is Good...God has given me two of the most special reminders of this process I could ever ask for!!

So I continue to apply this and I am working to not lose heart in the Middle Life.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

A Cold Tuesday

I know it is Thursday.

This is about Tuesday.

I have little kids, sometimes these things take a few days.

Tuesday I had a Thriving in the Middle Life Victory!

It was a COLD COLD COLD day (repeating words is allowed when the temperature is in the teens). I had a recently had a new idea for potty training I wanted to try with Isaac (for another post). I had a headache. Joel still has lots of snot. Basically, we were not going anywhere.

My plan for the day (as of Monday night) included cookie making and a roasted chicken dinner. Neither of those felt like they fit with potty training, snot, headaches, and being irritated with living somewhere we can't go outside on a sunny day in January.

So I thought about letting the boys watch TV all day and asking Mark to bring home dinner.

But, then I thought about it, and that wouldn't be Thriving. That would be barely existing in the Middle Life. That would be letting Satan win with depression. No, that would not do.

I took some medicine. I set butter out to soften. I prayed my headache would go away. I cleaned up pee.

And we read books, and we played, and pee made it to the potty! and we had lunch.

And we made cookies (well, Joel and I made cookies...one year olds are best at eating the cranberries, not actually helping...but he was there, and that was fun)

And I took a nap. Headache gone. Thank you, Jesus!

And I roasted a chicken.

Most importantly, I went to bed feeling like I had won.

For that day I had Thrived in the Middle Life!