christianity, Faith, Spirituality

New Year, Same God

I love ringing in the New Year! This is one of the first years we stayed cozied up at home and let me tell you, as an enneagram 7 (anyone else love personality profiles!?) my FOMO was in full swing! Everything feels so exciting, people resolving to be better, the promise of starting fresh. I have spent an embarrassing amount of time on social media the past 48 hours reading recaps of 2018 and hopes for 2019. I love the feeling that anything is possible and can happen!

2018 has hands down been the hardest year of my life. I lost my grandmother, I lost my aunt who raised me, some of closest friends fought unimaginable battles, my own health problems flaring up after years of no issues, and to close it out a few weeks ago I lost my precious pup. (I know some people don’t have the animal gene, but mine is strong and animals are family.) All of it written out like that and it sounds like a bad country song. Thank God I’ve still got the guy!

To say that I have handled this year gracefully would be a flat out lie. I’m sure if my life was a movie, I would be thanking The Academy in a month or so for being able to fake how together I am. I have never slept so badly, worried so constantly, or failed God with my lack of faith so fully as I did in 2018. I questioned Him almost daily. How could…? Why did you…? Why didn’t you…? What’s next? What are you trying to do? How could they…? When is it going to stop? The only good thing I did, the only thing that matters, was coming back to Him. Turning to him even in my frustration and doubt. I knew that however bad it was, without God it would be worse and that, my friends, was definitely more than I could handle on my own.

2018 was an avalanche of pain. I would finally pull up for air and the phone would vibrate with a new drama or unbelievable turn of events . I threw my hands in the air with sarcastic laughter and tears streaming down my face more than once crying out to God, “WHAT’S NEXT!?”. It’s so much easier to tell other people how to grieve or go through valleys. I’ve done it for over a decade as a ministers wife. I’ve prayed with people, begged them not to lose faith. Wait and see! The good the Bible promises He’s working together is sure to come! I truly believed it when I said it, and I still do. My whole life is really just one big miracle from childhood, but for some reason it was harder than ever to believe He was going to do it again. I preached all that to myself everyday. Every. Single. Day. of 2018 I had to consciously remake the choice to trust God when I wasn’t totally sure and definitely couldn’t see with my limited sight and wisdom that He still had it all together.

What I have learned the most in 2018 is that God is so good and so faithful. I know those truths so much deeper today than I did on this day last year. I look back on the darkest times and see His fingerprints so clearly. I have learned that joy is possible no matter how dark or bleak the situation. I have cried so much this year but I honestly don’t remember a time when laughter was so present either. I have begged for peace to come on sleepless nights and felt it settle on my soul like God himself covered me up in a cozy blanket. I’ve always prayed, but this year I learned about a constant dialogue that stops and starts on and off all day everyday. One that was raw and honest and corrective. A whole new understanding of what it means to pray without ceasing and dying to the flesh. I learned about His love for me in a more intimate way than ever before.

There is so much I still don’t understand. I know there will be more pain and heartache in my life that I won’t understand, that will feel unbearable. But I know now that I can do so much more than I ever thought through God. I’ve explored new depths of God’s strength, His mercy, His comfort, His peace, His joy, and so much more. And it’s crazy to think all of Him goes so much deeper than I’ve seen. There is still so much of God I get to discover.

I hope I can be a better wife, mom, friend, minister. I pray that my life points people to God. Most of all I’m going to strive to keep going deeper, relying more fully, and learning all there is to know about the One who never changes. The One who is always good. 2019, I’m ready for you!

Parenting, Spirituality

Chick-fil-a Mom’s Club

Chick Fil A Moms Club

“I never know what to say when people ask me what my hobbies are…I mean I am a mom. I enjoy trips to the bathroom alone and silence.” -Unknown and Sheena East

Motherhood is like being part of a very special, secretive, confusing, girls only group where everyone is in competition to be President of Crazytown. If you are wondering, I am currently ahead in the polls. The last 2 years I have desperately and almost solely relied on Jesus, mom friends, Facebook groups, and YouTube to get me through motherhood. I declare this with zero shame and I wish I had it on a shirt.

Have any of y’all taken your kids to the chick-fil-a play place? It never fails that the group of mommas over by the play place window strike up conversations sharing stories, experiences, tactics, tips, tricks, you name it. Chick-fil-a isn’t just a place where you can get delicious chicken and holy nectar (chick-fil-a sauce), it’s also a plethora of mom knowledge! This past week I was there watching Bronx, listening to the conversations around me, throwing in my 2 cents every now and then and I felt this “thing”. It was an emotion I really felt like I could reach out and touch. These were my people. My extended tribe of sorts. They were desperate for validation. They wanted to be heard. They just wanted to laugh and chat with another adult. They were so like me. Moms, we NEED other moms. Women who aren’t moms, you need other women. We need them and they need us to say, “I’ve been there, done that, and we are all going to be ok!”

Find your tribe. Love them hard.

My plea to you all  is this: In the craziness of life and motherhood don’t neglect your friendships. My dear darling ladies, trust me. You need them. I have an excellent tribe of friends. I am blessed, lucky, fortunate…insert all the adjectives. These girls are vital to my life. I don’t see all of them or talk to all of them everyday or even every week but their friendships speak life and death over me. Life to my dreams, death to my insecurities, life to my roles as wife and mother, death to my fears.

A sweet friendship refreshes the soul -Proverbs 27:9

These 6 months after my sweet baby Knight have been hard to say the least. Yowza. Emotionally I have really struggled. I have been extremely anxious, overly temperamental, sensitive, tense, high strung, easily offended, anti-social. Y’all pray for Cliff. Seriously. He’s been living with a hormonal lunatic. God gave me grace when he gave me Knight. He is the best baby. I never knew an infant could be so low maintenance. Isn’t it great how He knows us and gives us what we can handle? I really just believe God knew where I would be and said, “I am gonna cut that girl some slack!”. The biggest thing I have learned the last 6 months is that good friendships heal you. These ladies, their struggles, their understanding, their encouragement, their prayers have carried me and I am slowly but surely coming back to myself. Their sweet friendship refreshes my soul.

As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend- Proverbs 27:17

Find iron. Ladies you can be yourself with, laugh until your side hurts with, go to war with, cry with, pray with, dream with. Find a friend who you can just sit and drink a good cup of something hot with and talk about nothing. Pay attention to the ladies in your circle. Send a note to someone who has gone missing. Throw a lifeline to that new mom. Grab lunch with someone you have been too busy to connect with. Find someone who needs you. Go join the Chick-fil-a Mom’s Club. You won’t regret it.