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Showing posts with label The Family. Show all posts
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10.18.2015
Default Circles & The Grace Card-An Unavoidable Trap of Life
7.10.2013
Why I LOVE Weddings!!!
I always say I love weddings because I didn't get one...that's a half true statement. I didn't get a 'wedding' in the traditional sense. I had more of a vow exchange and dinner with ten people. It was beautiful, it was lovely it was all I needed at the time. As I approach ten years my soul has grown with love over the traditional American wedding. It isn't because I like, rather love cake! It isn't because I love satin dresses, buffet lines and things blue or borrowed. I love weddings because of the beauty of their healing and unity! I love the representations and sentiments through the arts, music and creativity we hold inside of all of us.
So often the media portrays the wedding with Bridezillas, lavish money dropped, interpersonal and family drama. Not to say those things aren't present, but at the end of the day, I don't think that's what anyone is left with. I don't think people walk away with wounds of those hiccups in the procession, other than maybe wedding planning pros and control freaks. At the end of the big day I think people are left with a sense of love, commitment, refreshment, vigor and most importantly a feeling of what really matters in life.
We all know American weddings usually, half the time, end in divorce. Why the big deal? Why the big waste? If half will fail why go through all the rah rah? Its only a piece of paper isn't it?? My simple answer is faith. Risk. In life we are never certain of tomorrow. The old cliche's say 'live like its your last day, live like you're dying'. The new cliche: YOLO. I mean the numbers and the probabilities are terribly against the price of a wedding, but are they against the VALUE of a wedding? I say those memories and feelings are priceless and thank God for great photos to remind us of that in all the chaos of the day.
I remember hearing an old boss rave about how it didn't matter that he'd been divorced twice before age 40 but how he was going to propose to his love half way around the world still. He raved about how he didn't care if he was married five or six times, he was going to love and love to ends of his being no matter what his doubts or heartbreak told him. I paused. Perplexed. Looking back on my spiritual beliefs about marriage it caught me off guard. You get married once, if it fails you don't just jump back in the boiling pot. But something about his faith stood out. He wasn't going to let his fears and failures control him.

I don't believe in recklessness and blind faith. I do believe in vetting your mates and making wise decisions. But I also know how marriages of thirty days and thirty years fall apart and how people stay in love and married for over sixty years too. Being married for almost ten years I know the pain and the strife. I also know its rewards. I know its worth when you fight through. But what is a wedding? Is it a waste of time? Is it entrapment by the powers that be, telling us how much money to spend and what we are expected to provide? Maybe, but for me I've found renewal in weddings. I've found peace and faith in the things unseen, that we can't prove with empirical evidence and formulas, but that we feel with our spirits.
Whether its the bonds created over midnight crafts, the meaning in mother and daughter ironing the same dress, relief in morning lavender baths, pressure relieved by helpful friends, peace brought by a renewed friendship, memories in old friendships, revival of a family paused by grief, embracing of an outcast family member, the movie scene perfection of a long lost daughter twirling like a fairy around the bride n groom on the dance floor with her 'real family', or the honest speech debacles of laughter, sorrow and mood recovery, Weddings represent our humanity through grace and honesty. When all is hectic and out of place, things get pulled together. When people seem apart they work together as a team. When there is uncertainty in how things will work out, they do. When what is close to our hearts manifests in the outward details not just in empty materials. When people are aching or distant, they are united. When we doubt destiny, love, healing, God and all that is good in this life, we are REMINDED!

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10.12.2011
If Time Runs Out
Every day seems like the sand of the hour glass goes down
Every minute flies right by my grasp quickly out of town
The calendar reminds me of the day ahead of all of us now
The day, the hour, the time when time might just run right out
I take an extra deep inhaling of your sweet baby's breath
Stroking along your smooth baby skin just puts me to the test
How could there be the possibility that this is preparation for goodbye
How does a parent look deep into their child knowing they might die
I hold u just a little bit closer, a little bit tighter, a little bit extra long
I try to show u all the beautiful things out there and every favorite song
I try to tattoo every look u have and move u make deep in my memory
I refuse to think that in my lifetime there'd be a trip to the cemetery
You bless my days, my heart, my strength and every ounce of faith I have
I pray w/ stories of 'way back when', together we'll look back and laugh
I see you ever so clearly graduating and walking down the wedding isle
I know those motherly things afar I'll need to patiently wait for awhile
But if in our future for some odd strange mysterious unknown reason,
our precious time runs out
I'm telling you that every second with you my lil strong heart,
I'll cherish full heartedly RIGHT NOW
9.07.2011
Winning! -DUH!
So often in life we are trying to 'win'. As someone who doesn't even consider myself competitive I have recently noticed just how hard the pressure to 'accomplish' creeps in on my life. Over the years I've tried to learn about 'resting' and 'restoration' and 'sabbath' and the like, but it seems like the busy demands of life are just so much, that sometimes even those 'moments of rest' are in and of themselves something to 'accomplish'.
What things in life can or should we pick up and what things should we lay down? There are so many things we can be involved with and interested in that the line can be so blurry. Often we 'prioritize' out our lives in usually universally acceptable order-in our minds, but is that really how we're living? When it comes to things and obligations how many of them are just parasites in sheep's clothing waiting to devour our very souls? How many extremists take up our media and represent the masses while the stable decent minded hide in the shadows? What are we to do in the midst of loud chaotic tragedies around us and quiet disintegrating thoughts within us?
I wonder if back in 1950 people felt overwhelmed and bombarded by information or technology. I mean by comparison of course we have so many more things agitating our brains but maybe the toaster oven or the calculator seemed 'too high tech' to process too. I don't know but I know that these days we are flooded with media, Google, Facebook, IMs, Blogs, text messages, Twitter and more. I am always battling how much tech flood is rushing at me at any given time. I like technology, love its features and benefit from its convenience but man even I have to chill out on all this mass of mess. There are so many stories, missions, discoveries, studies, commentaries, and happenings out there that its never in shortage. Sometimes I feel like Frankenstein hooked up to the Matrix drooling on my convulsing electric body. How much of this is really something I need to take in? How much of it do I want to process through my mind and spirit? And how much do I want to ignore and set aside- or toss out the window? Maybe I am a little ADD and this seems more challenging of a task to me than the next guy- but I do see a serious value in learning such discipline as 'self control' in this area.

We say to ourselves that our 'family' comes first or that our God is who we place above all else, but how lame is it to be at work forty hours a week? I guess through some underlining thread we could consider that 'providing' for our family and 'tending the garden' or 'plowing the field for the Lord' - but it sure can feel like a rat race or mouse wheel. It pulls in a paycheck and pays off some luxuries and how much time do we have to enjoy all that? I lately have really been diving into gratitude because it seems like so much around us is just overlooked. The old cliche 'you never know what you have until you loose it' seems to ring true and I guess I'm just trying to get a head start on that....How bout realize its worth now?Why wait till its gone. Sometimes I'll just close my eyes and think of the most barren sad existence that I can fathom, and then open my eyes to the true reality of my blessed life. I take it all in, breath it in, touch it, taste it, smell it. As an American I can't help but feel spoiled and blessed all at the same time. There is no answer to the question 'why me?' but man I give thanks! My heart rings with thanks, love and praise to being so blessed its nearly unfair.
As a radical underneath I am driven my missions. I'm the one who wants to be part of a revolution- stop the madness and affect change! This I have learned is not something everyone has but sure does consume me too. We all want to 'help' others at some level, but the question is at what level? Some people were irritated at the Nazi's or Segregation but others were driven to act, fight, even die to change such atrocities. How many battles should we take up and how hard should we see them through? I look at the overwhelming extremists these days high jacking our sound waves and claiming to represent 'us' and it sickens me. There are extremist religious freaks on both sides, around the world and in each pod of religious affiliation. With the upcoming 10 year anniversary to the 9/11 terrorist attacks on our nation there is plenty of sadness to well up inside of us. Who are we supposed to believe and who is supposed to represent us? I suppose just as a Muslim may feel towards the suicide bombers, as a Christian I am horrified at the things being done in the name of my God: 'Jesus' and 'Christianity'. I really must hold that as a higher offense than some non religious person acting of their own conviction. Recently the Supreme Court ruled in favor of the Westbourogh Baptist Church (I say evil unloving cult) but it was saddening that all in the name of 'free speech' they are able to get away with harassment and inflict such brutality on others with their words and where those words are said. This is not freedom of speech to me, its defamation of character to insinuate a fallen soldier is gay, when he's not, and ruin his funeral with vulgar signs while his poor family is trying to mourn his last right. Its like w/ smoking 'you're rights end where my lungs begin' and I say the same w/ freedom of speech- 'you're lies end where my son's funeral begin'. I am really saddened that such abuse was of course inflicted by people claiming 'Christ'. Then you look around the world and see the crisis of human trafficking and you ask your self what does a bunch of crazy 'cultists' have to do with priority when human beings are being sold around the world? There are so many missions to weigh and I guess these days we should just pick one, close to our heart strings, any one!
Keeping a fine balance in life may be an over idealistic concept, as life and pressures are bound to build up no matter what we have going on. To draw clear boundaries and keep those around things we hold sacred is maybe all we can do. To realize that so many things in life will lure us, even good things, that we could just become so unfocused and all over the place that we are no good to anyone. Staying focused through the hard times and disappointment are such a skill to strive for. Not being tossed to the left and the right, no matter how Pius a cause, seems to be a fine line. The difference between a stressed out, chaotic, hot mess of a life to a very fulfilled, breathable, successful and steady life that I hope to attain some day so that I can truly feel like "I'm winning-DUH!' ....
7.25.2010
2 Have Kids or Not 2 Have Kids- & Will I Loose Myself? ....That is the ?
I have recently had the baby debate dropped on my lap over the last few months in many different ways, shapes and forms. Whether its my peers getting knocked up/not getting knocked up, my own decision with when to have our last baby, or a random article in a magazine about a writer confused by not wanting to have children- its apparently a baby questioning season! My 9 year old says she has counted 38 people who are pregnant in her world right now- from our friends and family in New Mexico,Colorado, to school, home, church and more- its a pretty high number I suppose, but even she is noticing this season of belly belly belly -baby baby baby!
No matter what the debate or situation- I am convinced there is never a 'convenient' time to have a baby- or be a parent for that matter. I can't think of time where I just really saw all things fall into place and shout "Perfect Baby Having Time!"-which may be my disdain for the title of the "Planned Parenthood" clinics. My first baby was when I was 19 and that surely was NOT a convenient time to have a baby. Not only was it unplanned it was very scary and chaotic. There was my inability to choose a great mate, my inability to support myself on anything less than 2 full time jobs, my inability to get motivated about a career, my inability to not want to party every weekend, and more importantly my inability to think of anything much further than myself or the next 'page' on my pager that I needed to call back- yeah no cell phones then.
My second child was also not any more of a convenient arrival either. I had just met a great guy and married him and we were barely getting on our feet with a four year old and our first marriage. We both worked a lot and had a small little apartment where my daughters room doubled as a guest room- and no, the guest room was not pink- she had the most stylish bedroom a 4 year old's ever had- sorry baby that's all the furniture we had. We were struggling hard every month with our little $575 rent and it was a tag team race to make things work. We had it all planned out though when we got married in September- we'd have a grand ol wedding for his overseas family in the summer and then maybe a year or two later I'd get knocked up. Nah, I guess I got pregnant 3 months later on the patch- dang- my first baby on the pill-over 99.9% effective my ass. Well its that common phrase we parents say "Oh SH**" Come to think of it, I hardly know people that really planned out there kids with lots of thought and precision. I was always blessed with being super fertile so I had to work hard at NOT getting pregnant while a few people I know had to work hard at getting pregnant- some of them because they waited too long to have kids or struggled with infertility.
Now as I struggle with timing on my 3rd and final baby it should be more convenient now but its still a bit of a sore spot in my spirit. I have a lot of things that are good- like I just sent my baby to Kindergarten and so sending in his last daycare payment felt like I just paid off a 30 year mortgage! Hallelujah!! My husband and I bring in good money now- but we are also building a business that's rough and life is just busy busy busy sometimes- ok most times. We do foster care for teens and that consumes time but has been a blessing all along too. Health insurance now is an issue but I guess that's the same thing for more than 40 million Americans so I shouldn't feel so special to think health insurance -specifically the BS maternity packages are just straight extortion. It just seems that there is always something more 'productive' I could be doing than having another baby. But tick tock- times up- I don't want my kids sooooo far apart so I gotta just bite the bullet.
I recently read an interesting article in 5280 Magazine A Baby Story, where the writer expressed her fears and her instincts to not have babies. It was a great article at great timing because I have recently been going through this same line of thinking with a friend unsure about babies or timing. In the article she lists out some of her issues and here are my encouraging words over these, as I think whether you've never had kids, aren't sure you want kids, have a bunch of kids or are considering having more kids- I think we all struggle with these fears at times.
Deep Fears Over Having Kids:
"I'm afraid of the loss of my career, the huge demands it would require of me and I don't want to fall into an intellectual black hole while having only a 2 year old to talk to all day...."
I think any of us sharp, independent, A type career minded women get real scared on this one. We've worked hard and don’t want to 'loose' that. The thing for me is I've found having kids as an experience that has only deepened my career. I now have a reason further than myself, my bills and my daytime to focus on a career and goals of the like. My kids have taught me so many things that I just never would of learned otherwise. I had to focus on my kid before my career at age 19 but I can really say that I was heading down a path in college that I really would of hated at graduation and giving that up at the time hurt, but I look back and thank God. I'd have probably an extra $30k in student loans for a career I'd hate- had I not had this 'interruption' in my life. Now as an adult I honor and respect education at a level maybe even higher than some who have an education because I realize its worth since it was something I had to surrender for a time. After having my daughter I got real focused and motivated to make something good of myself and do something I had a passion over. The lessons I learned and continue to learn are immense.
There are seasons in life to everything, seasons of late night studying, B.S internships, seasons of dream jobs, seasons of no money/ lots of money, seasons of sadness/happiness, seasons of health/illness, and seasons of talking with a 2 year old all day. Sometimes in our over motivated lives we forget to slow down and enjoy this life. My kids teach me that when they stop to look at the smallest bug or prettiest flower-and sadly when I've had to call in sick for work because of a fever, I value health. Meanwhile I'm on the GO! GO! GO! To meet a deadline and get 'ahead' and in the midst of that- I forget to enjoy the journey. I have become an even stronger woman and business woman at that, thanks to my kids. If you can go through child birth, sleepless nights and the demands of kids- a CEO job or starting a business looks like a walk in the park. My kids have inspired me to accomplish my goals and be the me I want them to be proud of.
The thing I did was never loose me in the hustle and bustle. I don't think it was me being intellectual in my young age of 19- as I was just young and knew there was so much I didn't get to do because of my baby. So growing up it always came second nature to me to carve out 'me time'. I have always demanded time for lunches with my girlfriends, wine tasting's, guitar lessons, quiet 'coffee shop book reading time' and the like- All while having kids and a crazy life. I later saw intelligent data that supported my attitude for 'me time'. I learned that if I poured out everything that I am, I would only have an empty pitcher to offer the rest of the thirsty world and my thirsty family. Fear not of having an empty pitcher as kids will take- but they also give.
We as a society are a bit off when it comes to women and overly putting our identity in our kids/homes but then we slammed to the other side of the pendulum and overly put our identity in our careers and accomplishments. It doesn’t have to be either/or. I have many hobbies, activities, interests and accomplishments and have done it all while having kids. I have not abandoned my kids to pursue my selfish interests but rather shown them how important it is to keep a balance and strive to be a well rounded person.
There will be less balance in the beginning with a lil cry baby for the first year- but it flies by so fast you wont believe your baby is off to Kindergarten like mine was last week.
As infants I stayed home, as toddlers they went to preschool part time (they do get bored of us adults around 18 months and like little kids to play with) so I worked part time and started a small business that I could control my hours. Now he is in Kindergarten and GONE ALL DAY like the rest of my kids and I am free to work harder on my business' or have a full time career should I choose. All of this in 5 years and it feels like only yesterday I was giving birth to him- it feels like only yesterday I was giving birth to his sister who is now 10! The time goes so fast for us parents, ask any parent and they will agree- kids grow too fast. You will sacrifice for your children but its worth it.
Showing them a smart, educated, traveled well rounded woman as a mother IS THE GOAL- The goal is not to turn into some 'failure' of a career woman out dated in the work place wondering what this 'email' thing is in 2010, confined to a life of PTA meetings or who's identity is in a 3 year old, pimping a toddler Barbie'd up on a pageant stage, to fulfill a deeply failed goal of being a hollywood star. I've met many women who were not career orientated or motivated but just continued to keep their own adult womanly identity while fulfilling their life long dream of being a stay at home mother and wife.
Just remember there is always time for career- we have at our age over 25 more years to focus and grow career wise. Now days the corporate 'money saving' trends are encouraging more working from home, conferencing in, freelancing, and as a writer I would say that’s a great career to have for kids. An infant sleeps 23 hours a day for the first few months. There are always napping kids (something you must insist on ALWAYS!), daycare, babysitters and time to get in your needs if you prioritize and coordinate well! I have taken my daughter to Hawaii 3 times, we took both kids to my husbands home town in Africa for a month, my daughter went to the Bahamas w/ grandma and we travel in the country often- and we have just reached what I would say is upper middle class. I think being a great parent is showing your kids the world and the people in this world. Living abroad is not out of the question and should always be part of the question as a parent- and not 'if' but 'when'. Through technology, government and economy we're just able to be more global than our parents could be, so to me its vital to travel and expose children to the good and bad in this world. Its not only inspiring its innovative and we as parents need to initiate it!
"I'm afraid of not feeling sexy, loosing romance in my relationship with my husband and the possibility of divorcing/damaging the relationship by not agreeing on how to raise our kids"
For every woman its different. I got no stretch marks (I think its genetic), and lost weight from the morning sickness. I nursed my kids so my weight came off much faster. Nursing burns more calories than being pregnant and helps your uterus to contract back down much faster and safer than not nursing. The younger you are the more energy you have so if you keep on waiting and waiting to have kids you will be a lot more tired than if you have kids while younger. For me I am actually in better shape today after 2 kids because I really care about my health. I want to live a healthy lifestyle for my kids and model good health and activity. I work out with a lady who started body building at 36 when her son was just 18 months old and she's a champion of many awards at 40 with a 4 year old. She found something she liked and worked hard for it. She's freakin hot! lol.
Your body will never be the 'same'- even if you are blessed with good genetics or hips. You have to realize that our body's are like a scrapbook of our past. Some of those scars or marks have bad memories attached to them and some are great. We have to redefine our magazine ideal of whats 'hot' and what's 'not'. I heard a study the other day that men find 'real' women to be far more attractive than those with all the fake/plastic physiques. There is something attractive about the sacrifice we take for our children- and most men report being very attracted to the woman carrying their child. And if you still can't get through those body changes- there's always vaginal reconstruction, tummy tucks, boob jobs and a myriad of cosmetic procedures out there. I guess for a price you can get your body 'back' - but $15k wont get you a family or life long legacy of children- so weigh the cost I suppose:)
Feelings of romance can come and go in a relationship depending on situational issues. For me I am now more connected to my husband and he is more connected to me- as we are now not only seeing each other through the lens of "spouse" but rather "Father of my children, mother of my children" and its sexy. When you see your spouse sacrificing and playing monster on the floor with your kids- you get connected-attracted- turned on. My husband and I have always put our relationship at a very high priority even over our kids. He is from Africa and they don’t culturally put their kids above their spouse-its not even a part of their DNA. It was something I had to learn (against my instinct) but we are Team A and they are Team B- and a pastor once told me the greatest thing you can give your kids is to show them how you value your spouse and make them a priority. We make it a priority to go on dates, vacation, and even if its just a walk around the block after a busy day we make time for each other. We read about relationships, marriage and even go to seminars just to double make sure we're good. Its very American to drop everything for your kids and then be a divorced empty nester because your kids were your life and now they're gone. Just choose the un American way on this one.
For disagreements- yes there will always be a different perspective on child rearing and any other subject us married folks differ on. If you don’t have pets, get one. I've seen my friend and her husband learn a lot about their parenting styles by just getting a puppy. It is funny now that the dog is 1 they are in sync with their roles and parenting styles. Keeping open communication and agreeing to 'wait' on making a decision works awesome with kids. We have a default saying "Well I'll speak with mom/dad and get back to you" - Our kids know that WE agree first. Then me and my husband can thrash it out in the bedroom and come out with a plan and a smile. Things don’t always go well but you work together and its ok. You give and take, he gives and takes. Compromise- the definition of marriage.
"I'm afraid that I won't like being a mom (or dad) and that my child will suffer for my inadequacies"
Well this may be the biggest fear- and it is very true. We all fear things and I wish I could say that you'll always 'like' being a parent and your kids 'wont' suffer from your inadequacies- but that isn't the truth. There will be days when you hate being a parent. There will be times when its hard and tougher than anything you've ever done. There are bitter sweet moments because you feel pain or angst for a little creature you just love to tears and they won't listen to you. But those are passing moments, they are not the majority of the pie chart. Just like in marriage there are rough and tough spots but if you're in a healthy loving relationship the majority of time is filled with happiness, joy and love. Even with the worst teens I've had - if you count it up its no more than 1-2 days a month if 'really bad days'. 1/31 isn't bad odds.
And if over all you just hate being a parent day in and day out- you had probably seek psychiatric help for depression or post par-tum depression. There are always long lines for adoptive parents in waiting should you bail on the kid too- you know just like divorce is always an option. But I would say that if you're any kind of committed, loving, stable adult this won't be an issue because you will be so present mentally and emotionally to receive and enjoy the love of children.
All of us have inadequacies that usually run pretty deep. Some have more than others but usually the fruits of our lives are a reflection of just how much junk we carry. Most of us can say that we did suffer from some inadequacy our parents had no matter how big or small. Some people cook terrible food because their terrible cook mom taught them how to cook. But there's hope to learn better recipes and cooking techniques just like there is hope for all of us to find healing and restoration from our issues.
Some people have to over come issues of abandonment, abuse, low self esteem, anger, depression, over achieving, attachment, stereotypes, discrimination, poverty, bad manners, learning disabilities, physical limitations and too many more to list. The thing about all these seemingly insurmountable issues is that as adults I'm not sure we can look at our parents and say "Hey! You should of been perfect!" - while some of us have bigger axes to grind with our parents, for the most part we as mature adults should be able to see why our parents had their shortcomings. While we may not agree with how they handled them, we should at least be able to understand them. With that we should also be able to see any overcoming and success' they did too.
This should be the launching ground for not repeating the same thing with our kids. If we approach child rearing with such a goal then the issues that come will only serve as lessons to our children. For me when I mess up, I say sorry- yes even to a child or bratty teen. I show that I am not perfect and when you mess up you say sorry. They in turn learn that they are not perfect and when they do wrong they need to correct the situation. I cringe at the day a perfect human being raises a child- that child would suffer far an above all children because no human can be perfect and that child would never live up to that standard.
Its important for us to say to our kids "Learn from my mistakes or see what I've overcome"- while they may be hard headed and want to learn from their own mistakes- often times our honest candor is something they can take to bank. Having my kids confide in me, not because I'm perfect, but rather because they know they will get an honest raw answer- feels far more of a bonding experience than the daily pleasantries or surface chit chat we give passing strangers.
So to have kids, or not to have kids and will I loose myself?- that is the question. My conclusions are that these above fears are not signs that one should 'not' be meant to have children but rather a sign that indeed it is something to be explored as a possible sign of needing to be a parent. See when we have given significant thought and research to a subject it shows responsibility. When we worry about our own short comings and have self doubt, it is a sign to stand up and be strong in who we are. To say "I am woman hear me roar!" To fight through those ringing doubts that whispered to us that we would never be pretty enough, smart enough, thin enough or loved fully. It is time to look at all worry and doubt and see it for what it truly is. Not everyone was born with a deep longing to marry or have children- but should a great opportunity present itself- I say take the leap. Too many times the old cliche's go- we regret more of what we never did or never tried, than that of which we did and failed at. Most of us have a 'failure is not an option' when it comes to our careers and our goals and if we adopt this mantra to our marriages, our relationships and having children-then stumble we may, but fail we will not.
5.10.2010
A Mother's Day Hangover.....
So I woke up this morning with a Mother's Day hangover, and not in the alcoholic sense but rather a spiritual hangover. I feel so drained and exhausted because for me this mother's day was just sort of a sadder sicker version than usual. It wasn't all bad but man was there just a flood of emotions and stories this year that just magnifies the necessity for the mothering spirit to be on point and present in this world.
Most years I get a little down at the sad stories I hear but this year it was just too much. I am so blessed by my mom and our relationship and her presence in my life. I never take it for granted but this year it was just canonized to the greatest level by all I could compare it to out there. It seemed everywhere I turned there was some depravity at the deepest level. In theory each year I know there are people out there struggling with mothers day, and a few stories I hear closer to my world in whispers.
This year they weren't just on t.v but screamed in my ears by people close to me I love, and caused this hangover deep in the pit of my stomach...
Why must a mother abandon her first born child?
Why must a mother kill her child before they're born and regret it ever after?
Why must a mother not know who her child's father is?
Why must a mother find out her husband and children's father is not only cheating on her but started a porn business behind her back?
Why must a child tell me their former foster mother beat them until bloody, degraded their self esteem, dangled 'adoption' like a carrot of control, and then forced them to call her 'mommy'?
Why must a teen mom make a smart but sad choice to give their child up for adoption?
Why must a marriage of 30 years end over dumbness?
Why must a teen be raped by their father and uncle at age 2 and prostituted by mom at 4 and unsure if she'll ever physically be able to become a mom ?
Why must a mom choose drugs and addiction over her children's well being, no matter how many times help is offered?
Why must a mom loose their 4year old to brain cancer?
Why must a mother be so mentally out of touch with psychosis that she doesn't even know her own kids?
Why must a mom be an ocean away from their child just to survive and provide?
Why must a woman put off being a mom for another season due to money or no health insurance?
Why must a 29 year old have to spend her first mothers day without her mom alive?
While this causes nausea and ever wondering, the question can not be 'why?' because it demands an answer and to these,there are few answers if at all. Its not time to ask why, but to ask 'what next?' The redemption to any and all of this is that God is still in the midst of this madness and is ready to comfort us in our time of need. It makes me hate and oppose evil ever stronger when I see this because in this world today we like to say 'sin' and 'evil' doesn't really exist. But when the bond and intent for the maternal instinct is tarnished at such a dark systemic level, I can say evil and sin exists seeking to devour and destroy by night. These examples are far beyond just 'bad choices' but they are fueled not by logic, love, practicality or any other decent human attribute- they are infecting and tarnishing good people to do bad things and that source I call 'evil'.
The redemption is that the above examples, most have persevered through the nightmare and are moving on with life and making every moment count. People are having to face real hard times, but it is putting into perspective what is important in this world. The kids who have been abused are loving again, shooting for graduation or career goals, are looking forward to being a better parent than what they were taught, and have found God's peace. They have called me 'mom' for the first time, they have called me 'the best mom' they ever had, they have really blessed me this Mothers day and I give all glory to God. They have not defined themselves by their past or their torture but rather how far out of the hole they have climbed from. They stand victorious and say "What the devil meant to harm me with, The Lord has turned it for my good..."
So I recover from this hangover just like any hangover...I mourn, I puke, I cry, I pray, I nourish, I rest and re hydrate -but with the LIVING water this time...
Most years I get a little down at the sad stories I hear but this year it was just too much. I am so blessed by my mom and our relationship and her presence in my life. I never take it for granted but this year it was just canonized to the greatest level by all I could compare it to out there. It seemed everywhere I turned there was some depravity at the deepest level. In theory each year I know there are people out there struggling with mothers day, and a few stories I hear closer to my world in whispers.
This year they weren't just on t.v but screamed in my ears by people close to me I love, and caused this hangover deep in the pit of my stomach...
Why must a mother abandon her first born child?
Why must a mother kill her child before they're born and regret it ever after?
Why must a mother not know who her child's father is?
Why must a mother find out her husband and children's father is not only cheating on her but started a porn business behind her back?
Why must a child tell me their former foster mother beat them until bloody, degraded their self esteem, dangled 'adoption' like a carrot of control, and then forced them to call her 'mommy'?
Why must a teen mom make a smart but sad choice to give their child up for adoption?
Why must a marriage of 30 years end over dumbness?
Why must a teen be raped by their father and uncle at age 2 and prostituted by mom at 4 and unsure if she'll ever physically be able to become a mom ?
Why must a mom choose drugs and addiction over her children's well being, no matter how many times help is offered?
Why must a mom loose their 4year old to brain cancer?
Why must a mother be so mentally out of touch with psychosis that she doesn't even know her own kids?
Why must a mom be an ocean away from their child just to survive and provide?
Why must a woman put off being a mom for another season due to money or no health insurance?
Why must a 29 year old have to spend her first mothers day without her mom alive?
While this causes nausea and ever wondering, the question can not be 'why?' because it demands an answer and to these,there are few answers if at all. Its not time to ask why, but to ask 'what next?' The redemption to any and all of this is that God is still in the midst of this madness and is ready to comfort us in our time of need. It makes me hate and oppose evil ever stronger when I see this because in this world today we like to say 'sin' and 'evil' doesn't really exist. But when the bond and intent for the maternal instinct is tarnished at such a dark systemic level, I can say evil and sin exists seeking to devour and destroy by night. These examples are far beyond just 'bad choices' but they are fueled not by logic, love, practicality or any other decent human attribute- they are infecting and tarnishing good people to do bad things and that source I call 'evil'.
The redemption is that the above examples, most have persevered through the nightmare and are moving on with life and making every moment count. People are having to face real hard times, but it is putting into perspective what is important in this world. The kids who have been abused are loving again, shooting for graduation or career goals, are looking forward to being a better parent than what they were taught, and have found God's peace. They have called me 'mom' for the first time, they have called me 'the best mom' they ever had, they have really blessed me this Mothers day and I give all glory to God. They have not defined themselves by their past or their torture but rather how far out of the hole they have climbed from. They stand victorious and say "What the devil meant to harm me with, The Lord has turned it for my good..."
So I recover from this hangover just like any hangover...I mourn, I puke, I cry, I pray, I nourish, I rest and re hydrate -but with the LIVING water this time...
Hos 14:9 Who is wise? He will realize these things. Who is discerning? He will understand them. The ways of the LORD are right; the righteous walk in them, but the rebellious stumble in them.
LUK 1:79 to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the path of peace."
Gal 5:17 For the sinful nature desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit what is contrary to the sinful nature. They are in conflict with each other, so that you do not do what you want.
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