Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Jen Hatmaker Day 2: On the daily.

"Don't wait until you have full possession of knowledge before you have full possession of God. Give your heart permission to trust Him." (Jen Hatmaker)

I love this line. I felt this way myself in my personal faith journey for SO LONG. I felt like there were still so many unanswered questions and that my Bible knowledge was lacking and I felt awkward when I prayed.

I felt like God was kind of some hovering light that I knew I wanted but could never really attain.

It wasn't until I made a very conscious decision to chase after Him that felt like I "had Him." 
Let me unpack that a bit. When I say "conscious decision," I mean making it a priority to get to know Jesus through His word and through prayer and worship. I figured if I had time in my busy life to do things like 90 minutes of hot yoga or 30 minutes of mindless social media browsing I most definitely could spend some time with the ONE WHO CREATED ME. Hard to swallow, but true.

You guys, what happened when I made spending time with Jesus a priority blows my mind.

Things started changing. Suddenly, opening my Bible didn't seem like such a chore. I began really craving my daily quiet times and things just didn't feel right on days that it didn't happen. It absolutely sets the tone for my day--just like exercise. You know how when you get your workout done first thing in the morning it just seems like you live a healthier lifestyle for the rest of that day? I hate working out in the morning (early rising don't come natural to this night owl) but on the days that I do, I enjoy the benefits of that workout for the rest of the day. Well, the same is true for having that daily quiet time with God. I usually do mine after I've fed the kiddos breakfast, taken Kai to school and put Gracie down for her morning nap. I just have to make sure Sunny is immersed in her imaginary world before I start or she ends up all over the place and the quality of my study is compromised.

Sunny Boo (Falcon)
My daily quiet time with Jesus has become crucial for my well-being, for my happiness, for the way I go about the rest of the day, and the way that I make decisions and encounter daily difficulties. I feel so full of peace and love and joy and there is always enough to spill over into my afternoon and rest of the day.

Don't get me wrong here--It's definitely not all rainbows and sunshine just because I'm daily drawing near. I have hard days and struggle often--but my closeness with Jesus is evident in how I am able to deal with the ugly and the hard that will undoubtedly show up. On the days that I make meeting with Jesus a priority--even in the midst of a long to-do list I am able to better re-direct my thoughts and actions when they get negative or apathetic or just plan grumpy and selfish.


"Faith is a process that {day by day} turns us into disciples." (Jen Hatmaker)

I'm no Bible scholar and I doubt I ever will be. I do not utter the most eloquent prayers. And if you've ever heard my singing voice you know, well, enough. I know I don't have it all together, but drawing near to Jesus and digging deeper in His word and meeting Him in prayer opens my eyes to a world world where I don't have to have all the knowledge and answers to all of the philosophical questions in order to be in the the presence of the Lord. Because the more of Jesus I get, the more all the other stuff just starts to fade away, paling in comparison to His overwhelming love for me. 

"Faith doesn't erase stuff. It OVERCOMES it." (Jen Hatmaker)

If I could encourage you, dear reader to do anything, it would be to take this special time for yourself.

We all have crap in our life that we've done or has been done to us. Growing and developing a faith won't take any of that away...but what it will do, is OVERCOME it. Jesus will take you above and beyond anything that hinders your ability to thrive. You just have to give Him a chance. And not just a "half-butt" chance, but a genuine, raw, "let's get real and down to business" chance.

It seems so elementary but it rings true that when you don't do it with intention, it just doesn't happen. Carve a small window out of your day and make it a PRIORITY. It may seem forced at first but once you really enter in and begin to open up God's word and let Him move around in your life you will more than make room for this time in your day.

I know that the Bible seems scary and big and overwhelming. Start small. No one started training for a marathon with a 20 mile run! I would encourage you to use some kind of supplemental devotional--I currently read "Jesus Calling" by Sarah Young, "Savor" by Shauna Niequist and also a Bible reading plan that my church provides, along with IF: Equip, of course! I love how the devotional supplements are everyday for a year--and they have the dates listed on each passage so am held accountable for daily reading.

I find that sitting down and mindfully reading the small excerpts from the above devotionals, reading the recommended Bible passages and journaling usually takes me anywhere from 45-90 minutes. This varies depending on where my kids are and what they are doing, of course. But in all seriousness, if you feel like you don't have full possession of Jesus, or you are kind of stuck in your faith, make a meeting time with Him EVERY DAY for a month.

Watch where it takes you, friend.

Keep your meetings with Him like you would the most desired client you could ever entertain. It won't be easy, I will warn you. The enemy won't like it, so he will show up and try to steal and destroy your devotion so be prepared for distractions. He will draw your attention to how dirty your kitchen is, or how much laundry you have to fold and what a bad housekeeper you are--it's inevitable. But power through.

Come and sit before Jesus and bring your whole self--ugly, sinful, selfish, worldly, you name it. Let Him wrap you in His arms and breathe fresh life into your spirit. I liken it to how my joints and muscles feel after a good yoga class. My soul feels that way after a good quiet time. Stretched and sometimes uncomfortable, but more at peace and centered and {joyful} because of it.

Jesus will show up.

Will you?



Love,


Monday, May 18, 2015

Keeping the FAITH & not playing small

Jen Hatmaker has me dialed in.

I pretty much feel like we have coffee and chit chat every morning because her writing is so reflective and conversational and convicting and so darn relatable. And HILARIOUS. I'm quite certain that I own all of her books AND that I "like" every single one of her Facebook posts. So we're pretty much friends, right?! ;)

It makes perfect sense that her message for IF: Gathering was right on the money for me. I took, like, SEVEN pages of notes that I will NOT bombard you with by posting up in here. In all honesty, I could probably write approximately 35 posts on her message because it was so jam packed full of relevance to me. But instead, I'm just going to break it up into a few (less than five but more than two) different posts and try to keep them reader-friendly and not novel-esque like I'm naturally inclined to be so guilty of.

For this post you will find Jen's words in bold and then my own personal application and reflection--follow along and unpack how your story applies to her teaching!


...

God invited YOU to live a BIG, bold, exciting life...don't. play. small.

Oh man. I play small when I second guess myself. I play small when I say "no" to things I should say "yes" to because I feel like I'm not good enough. I play small when I feel that still small voice in my soul moving me to act and I shy away because I'm scared. I play small when I doubt. I play small when I question God. I play small when I stress about my plans or my kids or my house or bill or sickness.

A BIG, BOLD EXCITING LIFE is a life centered on Jesus. It is a life lived on purpose. It is a life of the deepest love and forgiveness. It is a life that seeks the light in every moment of every day.

...that’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God 
is worked into something good. 
Romans 8:28 (MSG)

The invitation stands, for you and for me.

Let's check "yes" and let God's love transform our lives!


Real faith moves OUT OF OUR HEADS and INTO OUR LIVES.

This is about ACTION. Yes, we love Jesus and we worship and pray and attend church. But does our faith permeate our day-to-day? Do we look in on our sick elderly neighbor? Do we offer to help when we see someone has their hands full? Do we take the time to sit and listen--really listen to that chatty (kind of annoying) kid at the park who is just begging for someone to validate their importance? Do we bless others with our words? Do we genuinely apologize and forgive? 

This isn't about what we KNOW. It's about what we DO. And that is convicting and encouraging to me all at once.


You don't have to have full confidence in yourself...HAVE IT IN GOD.

So, when you know that God is bringing you to something but you have NO IDEA what to do with it or how it's going to work out, this is where you throw your hands up and say,

"OK, God, here I am. WHAT NEXT?"

When you ask "what next?" you are waiting to receive from Him and ready to plant your foot. You aren't looking for a way out or an excuse to stop pursuing whatever it may be (because we all know there are always plenty of those to go around) but instead, with patience, faith and persistence you are saying "I'm here. I'll go." Your hands and eyes and ears are open and expectant.

Listen to that voice, friends.

Listen to the things you do that make your soul come alive.

Ask God to use your gifts and talents for His glory and wait in faith and anticipation for doors to open!

It's ok to be scared. 

Reach {up} & His grace will meet you. 


My grace is enough; it’s all you need.

My strength comes into its own in your weakness. 

2 Corinthians 12:9 (MSG)


More review from Jen's message tomorrow...and the day after that... :)

Love,





Friday, May 15, 2015

Our Redeemer Lives!

Good morning, friends!

Today I'm going to review the messages we heard at IF: Gathering from Rebekah Lyons and Jo Saxton.

[Rebekah Lyons]

I can recall how vividly and refreshingly genuine Rebekah's message was, and how she said something I so badly needed to hear:

"God has CHOSEN YOU to be right where you are for this season."

I didn't really know it, but I was desperate to hear that line. 

I am in new territory with this whole SAHM gig--and at times, even though I am confident I am right where I need to be, I struggle with precisely where I am at in my season. 

I had a school counseling career for almost 10 years that I loved and felt successful at. I have a Masters degree (one that I am still paying for, to boot). I have so many things I want to do--things that my soul aches to be a part of like volunteer counseling for youth and fun therapeutic yoga for children and volunteering at the Union Gospel Mission, etc. I'm a dreamer. A mover and shaker and a doer. I get antsy some days because I want all of the above so badly--and I want to do it all right NOW...

I sometimes have little mental melt downs or pity parties (usually on long, tantrum-heavy, messy, cloudy days) that find me in prayer, and prayer, and more prayer, and then an eventual release of peace and calm and quiet before God where I am validated, yet again, that I am indeed, right where I am supposed to be: with my baby on my hip and my toddler tangled up at my feet chasing after my pre-schooler. 


It's messy, it's disorganized, it can be gross and never glamorous and is often exhausting. But getting to be home and teach my babies worship songs and Bible stories and flip them pancakes in our pjs in the morning and have picnics in the park and bike/stroller adventures is a dream come true for this once working mama. I may not be doing the work that has validated my "usefulness" for so long, as this motherhood work is a different kind of work--a behind-the-scenes, quiet kind of work that doesn't include meetings and scheduling and academic advising. 

It is the kind of work that has brought me to new highs and new lows--but forced me to get up close and personal with my relationship, reliance on and trust in Jesus. 

And He is showing me things and growing me in ways 6 months ago I could not have imagined. 

HE CHOSE ME to be RIGHT HERE.

Yes, I have other goals and aspirations and desires that go above and beyond diapers and laundry and baths and dishes. But for today, for this time, my life will glorify Him with my love for my husband and children. Tomorrow and next fall and next year and three years from now will take care of itself. 

But for today, I am where I should be. And knowing that, BELIEVING that, causes me to live with that much more intention. 

I am where our amazing creator God WANTS ME! 

May my life bring glory and honor to him, even if for this season it consists mostly of pull-ups and spray-and-wash and toys and books and crumbs. All for Him.  

...

This whole idea that God {chose} us to be where we are for this time ties in beautifully with Jo Saxton's message which really revolved around the phrase "Our Redeemer LIVES!"


"Live like your redeemer lives!"

"Your redeemer lives and the life He has for you will set you forward 
as you embrace Him."

"Whatever your situation, YOUR REDEEMER LIVES."

What does that look like; to "live like your redeemer lives?" 

Well, I'm still working through it all, but I'm fairly sure that it involves not worrying or being anxious about my future; and it certainly doesn't base value on salary and level of education and things like designer jeans and shoes and how clean and put-together my house is (Thank you, Jesus!)

I'm pretty certain it involves a whole lot of moment-by-moment reliance on Jesus and requests for guidance and direction, and it absolutely means living a life of gratitude; of offering praises in the midst of whatever season you find yourself--and allowing yourself to be a channel for His abundant goodness to flow through. 

It means living with a heavenly confidence. 

It means loving deeply and dangerously. 

It means not just passing through my "season," but making a choice to {thrive} in this place.

...

It seems like such a simple truth--"My Redeemer lives." But...


WHAT IF we internalized it's meaning and let it wreck us down to our core? 

WHAT IF it was our response to our problems and worries and burdens? 

WHAT IF our lives sang it's earth shaking, death defying, beautiful song? 


Our Redeemer LIVES! 


Love, 



Thursday, May 14, 2015

uncomfortable

Jennie Allen, the woman at the forefront of the whole "IF" vision kicked off the IF: Gathering event back in February. She is SUCH a compelling speaker. Her passion and conviction are infectious and listening to her speak makes me feel SO inspired and believed in.

I remember during basketball games right before shooting free throws--whether they be to tie or win the game or just the chance to score a point or two, hearing the cheerleaders chant my name: "Come on Whitney, PUT IT IN!" I felt believed in. They knew I could do it. They were in my court. They had faith in me. Well, that is how I feel when I hear Jennie speak. Like, YES. JESUS is in my court. Let's do this.

Here is a snapshot of my notes from her message (pardon the penmanship):



What I keep on coming back to from this message is the title of this post: Uncomfortable

"Don't try to be comfortable."

Don't TRY to be comfortable. 

DON'T TRY to be COMFORTABLE.

That is one of those lines you just keep reading over and over trying to wrap your head around what it means for you. How on earth do I go against my very human desire to be comfortable in just about every aspect of my life? How do I live dangerously--and live for Jesus?

I'll tell you what this means for me using the 3 questions Jennie challenged us to ask (WITH OUR LIVES, no less!) listed above in my notes:

1) Am I enough?

I am guilty of staying "comfortable" in my faith because of the lies I often allow myself to be held captive by that tell me I am not good enough. That I'm not cool enough, pretty enough, skinny enough, smart enough, creative enough, funny enough, brave enough, etc. Lies that make me self-conscious and trapped in a deep pool of self pity.

It's when I believe that I AM ENOUGH that I live dangerously. I step out of my comfort zone because I am confident in who made me and HOW He made me. I can feel his gaze upon my every step when I rest in the promise that I, in fact, AM ENOUGH. When I truly believe that I am enough I am grateful I can receive with an open and thankful heart. I can be used by God because I am ready to take that scary first step because you know what? I am enough.

Do you {really} believe you are enough? 

You are, friend.

Listen to this and let these words soak deep down.



YOU are the friendliest of friends of God! I LOVE that. The friendliest of friends of God. 
A difference maker.

2) Am I gonna be SAFE?

We love our safety, don't we? In fact, we pray for it SO MUCH. Safe travels, safe drives, safe nights, keep us safe, keep us safe, keep us safe....

But what if God wants us to go where it's not so safe? But we keep praying for safety...

What if He wants us to step into something new that feels unsafe and scary?

I am guilty of this safety prayer--and am making a conscious effort to instead ask God to lead me and be with my every step. That His will be done in my life--in my day to day, moment to moment life. That I would seek Him in the every day and instead of camping out in the "safe," seek opportunities to rely on Him and let Him lead me into the unknown, unsafe, UNCOMFORTABLE where HE sits, just waiting for me to join Him.

So short answer to this question: No. No you will not be safe, but guess what Jennie so poignantly pointed out:

It's in the RISK that you see the FAVOR.


3) What is it going to cost?

This is where the rubber hits the road. What am I willing to LET GO OF to more fully follow Jesus? Words alone can not adequately answer this question.

Only actions.

"KILL THE STORY THAT WALKS BY SIGHT. Move from a life and words and thoughts of SIGHT to a life and words and thoughts OF FAITH." (Jennie's words!)


THAT is what is is going to cost.

Letting go of the world's standards and CHOOSING to measure your worth, your value, your scale of impact, your ability, your LIFE by a heavenly standard. NOT what this world measures us by.

Which means it's no longer about me. It's no longer about comfort. It's no longer about stuff and status and appearance and competition.

It's about Jesus. 

And Jesus is about YOU and about showing up when you seek Him above all else and about

brave, courageous UNCOMFORTABLE love. 

...

What is God calling you to that seems risky or uncomfortable? 

What is holding you back from taking that first step?

Close your eyes and envision yourself taking that step.

What do you see? How do you feel?

...

You are strong. 

You are courageous. 

WE WERE MADE FOR THIS.


Love you, friends.





Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Well hello, old friend!

It's just 3 months shy of a year that I last posted on this blog. 

SO, so much has happened since I last clicked "publish" on this page.

I quit my job (the one that paid, anyway), we sold our house in the only town my children have ever known and left our family and friends and familiarity for something new and unknown (more on that later).

Being home full time with three children 4 and under has not allowed much time for blog upkeep (hence no posts since last July). I have continued to write but just the old-school style--in my composition notebook during my quiet time, so needless to say when I say "write" I mean written prayers.

I have also not had a laptop since December, as I had always just used my work provided one for evening and weekend personal use. However, with me in the beginning stages of starting a small business coupled with a bit of a tax return, I recently was able to purchase a shiny new MacBook (I never thought I'd type that!) so now I feel like I'm typing in first class (minus the laundry piles and heap of matchbox cars and plastic farm animals at my feet).

Writing is something I don't really feel like I have an option to do. It's my art. It's something that lives inside of me that I have to get out--and that call has become increasingly clear to me as I seek God's will for my time and efforts and gifts and, well, life.

So, with some divine passion deep within that won't die out and a sweet friend who has put the blogging bug in my ear for a few months now,

here I am. 

I felt that in order to "reemerge" I needed to give ol' "Joyful Ambiguity" a makeover. It's amateur, I know--I'm no graphic designer by any stretch of the imagination. But a fresh title, new colors and updated pictures did her good, and gave me the blank canvas I needed to begin again.

So, without further adieu, I set out to blog a bit of a series on a movement that has been instrumental in my faith. A movement that has stemmed from a group of women with a vision and the conviction to take action.

I'm talking about IF: Gathering.

But first, a bit of background:

God is seriously so good. As I look back over this last year, I see how I got mixed up in this beautiful event at just the right time. I attended IF: Pray with a BUNCH of beautiful women in my hometown of Hermiston, Oregon and got an itty bitty taste of how much God was moving there at the venue as well as all across the country in similar gatherings. At that time, our house had been placed on the market and sold in almost the same day. We knew we were moving and I was to quit my job but that was pretty much it. It was a time of major transition for my little family and I--and I remember showing up to IF: Pray a bit distracted and anxious and frazzled from all of the impending change, but leaving with a sense of peace and encouraged and EXCITED for the new path God was calling us to.

Fast forward 4-5 months. I'm in a new house in a new city. Home with super sick kiddos and sick myself. My husband is working insane hours and I'm beyond tired. I had hoped to attend an IF: Gathering event at a large church in the Valley nearby, but with the flu running rampant in our home and G's work schedule it was far from realistic.

So I did what any exhausted delirious mommy with three sick kiddos would do: I put them to bed and stayed up all night--FOR TWO CONSECUTIVE NIGHTS to watch IF: Gathering, of course! I made myself a huge thermos of hot lemon-y tea, had my journal and Bible in my lap and was wrapped in my favorite old afghan and didn't move for like, 8 hours. Well, except to pee and nurse my baby back to sleep (approximately 14 times, but who's counting?)

I sang, I prayed, I took notes like my life depended on it, I cried, I laughed, and more than anything else I WAS RENEWED.

Sure, I was convicted and broken and humbled and encouraged but MAN, was I ever renewed with each and every word that was brought forth that entire weekend. I knew that I was supposed to be right there, in my chair, in the midst of all the sickness and transition and unknown that was going on in my life. And even though I was all alone in my living room and it was the middle of the night, I felt a wonderful sense of community with the women I was worshipping with. It was incredible.

As I sit here with my notes open in my lap I realize that I am still riding the wake those waves created, and I want to continue breathing in and soaking up those challenging, uplifting, raw words that were spoken throughout the event.

SO, in the following week--or two--I will be reviewing several of the messages that were spoken and points that were made that weekend by the many dynamic, powerful, God-fearing women who just plain BROUGHT IT. I will basically just draw upon what really impacted me or served as a source of encouragement or just a plain truth-slap in the face (because lets face it--we all need those from time to time). Basically, just spending some time reflecting and remembering.

Care to join me, friend?









Monday, July 28, 2014

THIRTY. {30}

I honestly can't even help myself when it comes to writing my way through life's milestones and ups and downs. Writing has really always been one of my natural go-to coping mechanisms. I can remember keeping a journal when I was young, and writing like mad when I had a fight when my parents, a fall-out with a friend, or a make-up or break-up. I've written my way through numerable life transitions in faith, in vocation, in love, in friendship and now, in parenting and marriage.


I know I haven't blogged in forever. Like, over a year. It's not like I haven't wanted to. I keep a running list of "stories to write" in my iPhone and gosh dangit, one of these days I'm gonna get them all written...


But today, I turned 30.


THIRTY. YEARS. OLD.
 


How on earth did this happen? I swear I just turned 21. I feel like 30 is such a bittersweet milestone... So to collect my thoughts and try to grip my way out of the glass case of emotion that currently holds me captive--I write. And this is long. So either stop reading now and go back to whatever you were doing or go grab a cold drink and get comfortable. And maybe use the restroom just to be safe.




30 Things I learned In my 30 years: (well, I learned lots more that 30 things but these some of the major ones--and a few not-so-major but we can't be all business up in here!)




1. How to be friends with my siblings.
Growing up, I regret to say that I was not the best of "friends" with my sisters. We were related and shared a room and shared stole each others clothes but we weren't really friends. Growing up I really felt closest to my brother and I think that's thanks to our 8 year difference. But something happened once I moved out of the area and away to Seattle. Kelley and I became something more than sisters, we became friends who confided in one another and had each others backs. And I really feel like once Abbey and I both shared in the joys of motherhood and parenting we became friends as well. I love my siblings. They have had my back in my darkest hours and have been my cheerleaders in life. I'm so thankful I can say that they are my friends.



2. That "home" is where you make it.
While I was living up in Kennewick attending CBC around 19 years old, I remember my parents moving out of my childhood home on Vincent Lane. It's the one and only place I have memories of when it comes to "home" from age 6-18. I refused to drive the 30 minutes south to help them. I couldn't even bear the thought of packing my childhood up into boxes to be unloaded somewhere else. But, their new house has become like "home." I've also learned the art of making a "home" out of a shared room in an apartment, out of a one-bedroom ghetto-ish apartment near downtown Seattle, and now out of a "5-year" home that's going on 7. I'll give you a hint--it has little to do with stuff and a lot to do with love.




3. How to "compete" without sports.
I was a three-sport athlete most of my high school years and won't deny that a great deal of my identity was wrapped up in my basketball career. I made the decision to play at a community college after high school and quickly discovered what a commitment it was--even at the junior college level. I was kind of over it after a year but still had this deep need to compete and be fit. I learned how to discipline myself and put in work in the gym. I trained for a figure competition, I've run several races from 5Ks to Half-Marathons, and have fallen in love with Yoga and Paddle Boarding. I've learned that I don't have to be on a "team" to compete and I can use a variety of outlets to feed my need for competition and fitness.




4. What a real friend is.
I've had--and am blessed to have many friends. But true friends are the ones that stick around--or are maybe absent for a short while, but always seem to return. A true friend is one who you might not talk to all the time, but the instant you are in one another's company it's like you never missed a beat. At this juncture of life, I feel like I have lots of friends. I have work friends, church friends, gym friends, Facebook friends (ha!) and then I have those friends who come over and check on me when I'm sick. Or who's shoulders I can cry on. Who I can call at all times of the night to come over or who will offer to watch my kids so I can get out and breathe or will just come over and listen to me vent or cry or just breathe in between glasses of wine. You know who you are, and I love you. And I love the friendships that are being nurtured and that will develop into this "real" friend zone. And I love my friends who I encounter in all venues in life. Friends rock.




5. Less is more.
I went through an eyeliner phase. And a bleach--like reaaaalllly bleach blonde hair phase. Need I say more? I have since really prided myself on not having an overabundance of "stuff." It gives me anxiety. I have learned to clean out my closet when I don't know what to wear instead of going shopping. And I've learned that my husband really does like me best with a touch of mascara and a smudge of lip gloss--nothing more. I like myself that way best too. I have always chosen comfort over glamour (anyone that went to Jr. High with me knows this--basketball gear and pony tail EVERY SINGLE DAY)--and not much has changed. I've just swapped yoga pants and ripped jeans for Nike shorts and comfy V-neck tees for that awesome cotton Penny Hardaway shirt I wore like, everyday.




6. International travel is addicting.
I went to Brazil before I had babies and it blew my mind. I absolutely must go back. International travel is exhilarating and life changing and I have a deep desire for more.




7. Las Vegas is not very much fun while pregnant.
But it is LOTS of fun when your not (Mike Tyson, anyone?)




8. How to forgive.
If I've learned anything in the last 5 years, this is it. And it's saved my life in so many different ways. My faith has been greatly increased as I have learned to get on my knees and pray my way through the hard times and rely on God to get me through. He hasn't let me down yet, and continues to amaze me with His perfect plan and timing.




9. My calling.
I remember praying and praying as a young English major (after dropping out of the Ed. program) at Seattle Pacific University that I would not just find a "job" but find a "calling." A purpose that would not only increase my wallet but also my soul. Well, I found it. And I didn't really have to look far because I learned from my Dad and went back and got my Masters and became a school counselor. And I haven't regretted it for a day. I absolutely love what I do.




10. You will never ever regret choosing people over deadlines.
I've said "no" to a handful of things I should have said "yes" to because of stupid reasons like deadlines, money and pressure. I have learned that experiences and friends are worth saying "yes" to. People always trump "stuff." I have learned that it's better to play and laugh than give into the pressure of having a clean and tidy house all the time. I've learned to say "yes" to a coffee or beer(s) with friends even when I have a busy day or full weekend. I've learned to stop and slow down and savor good company instead of constantly thinking ahead of whatever the next day or hour will hold. And this is absolutely imperative to my happiness.




11. How a puppy is great practice for a baby.
Oh, Honey. You have taught me so much about life and love and responsibility and fun. I will write a book about you one day. You were really like my first born. Thank you for loving my babies even though you are not the center of my attention any more.




12. How to be ok with not "having it all."
My closet consists mostly of shabby sweaters, holy jeans and old V-neck tees. My makeup bag is full of cheap cover girl. My house is 1500 square feet of hand-me-down, thrift store items that do NOT match, we drive average used vehicles and do our own (sometimes lack of) landscaping. It's easy to get sucked into the comparison trap but I'm over it. What we have is more than enough and I love the life we pieced together.




13. How to coach a 1-A JV basketball team.
OH MY GOSH. This was so eye opening. And mentally taxing and exhausting. I'll tell you in one sentence how to do this (regardless of success): just have fun and smile and laugh and encourage and encourage some more. I'm not sure the coaching gift got passed down to me from my Dad. It requires a lot of patience and pays very little for what seems like a whole lot of work...




14. How to multitask.
I used to think multitasking meant brushing my teeth or drinking a cold beer in the shower. Ha. These days, I'm changing diapers while my kids stand up and eat breakfast, showering and brushing not only my teeth by my two toddlers' teeth as well, I'm working out and giving Gracie a bottle in between sets, I'm doing laundry in between everything I do all day and every day. Dude, I can multitask.




15. How to sing Karaoke.
I'm still trying to remember. I think it was at Ozzies, though.




16. How to get away with wearing the same outfit all week.
At some points of life, in these last 30 (or 4) years you don't have a single article of clothing that fits you right (as in at all). So, what you do is find the shirt and pants that fit the least "bad" (i.e. can button, stretch the best, etc.) and wear them every day. Here's the key (I'm giving myself away, I know): wear a different scarf/necklace/vest/earrings/sweater so that no one really pays attention to the cake beneath all the frosting. Or something like that...




17. How to choose my battles and "overlook" barriers.
People do things that I don't like and that I don't understand. I can write them off or stew over how much I hate what they do or I can love them anyway. I've learned to love them anyway and when I am able to make that choice I am a much happier person and my relationships flourish.




18. How to be alone.
Up until I was about 22 years old I only knew what "alone" felt like for a few hours--maybe a night or two here and there but never REALLY alone. I married a commercial diver who on average works 200+ miles away from home on any given workday (and by workday I mean Monday-Saturday from 5am-10pm and on call 24-7). Shortly after I married him he began doing month long hitches in the Gulf of MX and I'm fairly certain I shared the bed more times with Honey than G those first two years of marriage. I have absolutely grown quite comfortable with holding the fort down while G is gone for work and on hard days with the kids actually long to get some of that alone time back. We definitely don't have a traditional marriage/family and there are times that I detest this and times that I actually love this. But it's who we are and I've learned that my attitude about it all is really a deal-breaker on the our whole quality of life.




19. To hold my alcohol.
I used to be able to drink more than one margarita on a fun social night out. I could hold my alcohol. Well, now that I've spent the last almost 3 of 4 years pregnant/breastfeeding I've learned how to "hold"(i.e. abstain)  the alcohol in a whole new way. My, how life changes.




20. How to be spontaneous.
Before I had kids I used to make lists and keep a really detailed calendar that had what workouts I was going to do on what day and when I was going to go shopping and get my hair done and stuff like that. Sometimes you can find me working out in my garage at 11:30 PM. Let me repeat, PM. And I'm a "that day" hair appointment maker (annoying). And when people call last minute and ask us to do stuff I have the packing/loading process down to a science. I have learned the secret to being spontaneous is letting go of having to have it all perfect. Perfect is no fun. "Just right" is what we aim for most days and I'm "just right" with it.




21. How to reconnect.
I've learned to reconnect on many levels. I've reconnected with old friends who have re-surfaced later in life from childhood, middle school, high school and college. I've learned how to reconnect with my siblings like I said above, I've reconnected with my parents in a new way now that I, too, am a parent. And I've even reconnected to my Grandparents as I've grown. All of these reconnected relationships have been vital in my own growth over the course of my first 30 years.




22. How much becoming a Mom would change my life.
I cannot even begin to understand even a fraction of how much Jesus loves us because when I look at the sweet faces of my children my heart knows no greater love. Their dependence on me and faith in me makes me a better person day in and day out. They are my dearest treasures and the joys of my life. I store their smiles and laughter in the deepest parts of my soul. These days are hard but so very sacred.




23. How much I appreciate my parents.
Now that I know first hand how much dang WORK parenting is I have a whole new love and appreciation for my parents. I know what it's like to try to play and be engaging after a long day at work--it's HARD. But, my Dad did it. Or how tough it is to patiently sleep train or bed train or potty train or discipline with love or just have enough patience. I am the parent I am today because of who my parents were and are to me. I love them dearly and am so very blessed that "Nana and Papa's house" is just a quick jaunt up 4th street so my children can glean from their love, knowledge and affection just as I did and continue to do.




24. How to not sleep.
I remember thinking I was going to die of sleep deprivation when I'd pull an all-nighter during finals week or during my Masters program when I'd procrastinate a huge paper and spend from 9pm-7am staring into the depths of my laptop screen. HA! Imagine being up on the HOUR (or two, if lucky) with a newborn and then having to rise (for the day, not periodically) at 8 or so to CARE FOR another child? And not getting to nap whenever you want?! Or at ALL?! I remember really, really, struggling after I had Kai with the whole sleep adjustment. Now that I'm on my third kid I can say that I can bust out a 2-3 hour night of sleep and still function quite well the next day. Sometimes people ask me about my sleeping patterns and I just look that them with a blank stare and say, "yeah, I'm not really sure when I sleep." It's true. I don't know when I sleep or how much sleep I get but I just get up when I hear someone crying and make breakfast when the sun comes up and keep trucking all through the day. I'll sleep again, I just know it. But for now it's NO! SLEEP! TIL' BROOKLYN! (Beastie Boys, anyone?)




25. How to not compare.
I want to write a parenting book on how to parent NOT by the book. I have learned that what works for me doesn't work with everyone else and that it's ok, even if that everyone else is my Mom or that friend who seems to really know what she's doing. I fought co-sleeping with Kai because so many people condemned it and I suffered horribly because of it. I co-slept with Sunny and am co-sleeping with Gracie and am happier and healthier because of it. Do I judge you because you didn't? NO. I've definitely learned to embrace who I am as a parent and be open and appreciative to advice (solicited and unsolicited) but just go with my gut--that motherly instinct is no joke. I've also learned to not compare my post-baby body to others. If I did that I might be suicidal. Sometimes I want to punch Mom's who have carried four babies and have not a single stretch mark or ounce of fat on their bodies in the face but then I just take a deep breath and tell them how amazing they look and how I want to punch them because they look so good (sorry not sorry). As hard as it is to swallow I have definitely learned that my sense of self-worth was sadly wrapped up in my (svelte) image during the better part of my first 30. It's been really difficult for me to give away my size 2's and huge collection of two-piece swim suits. But in the same way that my body is different now than it was 5 years ago, my whole outlook on life is different than it was 5 years ago. Don't get me wrong--I'm working my ass off in my dusty garage trying to lose this baby weight, and on most days I do a decent job of cutting out sugars and carbs as well. But the three human beings that grew IN MY BELLY that I wake up to each morning make me grateful for each stretch mark and stubborn pound that my post-baby body boasts. To them, I am perfect. To my husband, I am beautiful. To me, I am confident, healthy and happy and beautifully and wonderfully made. End of story.




26. How to have a baby.
Not like that, sicko! Let's face it, I've had three kids in the last four years. I got the whole pregnancy/delivery thing down pretty good now. I didn't even pack a hospital bag for this last one until we were out the door and on the way to the hospital. I never thought I'd have three kids before I turned 30, but I also never imagined how much I would adore being a Mommy. I'd say it worked out pretty well.




27. How to love myself.
I have tired eyes in all of my pictures. Most days I don't wear a lick of makeup. My clothes fit weird right now. I may or may not have a little bit of spit up on my shirt. I forgot what my hair looks like down and actually "done." But you know what? I don't need to be put together and pretty and perfect to be happy or feel good about myself. I love that I can literally roll out of our bed and throw the kids in the car and take them to the story time at the library without having to look in the mirror or accessorize. Becoming a Mom has most definitely taught me how to love myself. Not the me of  my early 20s but the me RIGHT NOW. The tough me that pushed out three babies and stays up late folding my husband's work laundry. The confident me that can rock dirty hair in a messy bun for two weeks straight...gross? Your right, just kidding. Or not.




28. How to be a working mom.
This one is hard. Really hard. I honestly start to tear up just thinking about leaving Gracie for over the standard 2 hours a day 4 days a week starting the end of next month. But I'm gonna do it. It's honestly not really even about the money. I mean, the retirement and benefits are a definite plus, but when it comes down to it--I have a deep need to serve others, and my job allows me to do it. I do not feel that I am "shorting" my own children by having them in daycare a few hours a week (they probably wish it was more, actually). I thrive when I am in my element at work--encouraging, supporting, and really just loving on my students. Sure, it's hard getting the kids all dressed/packed up/out the door and doing it all ON TIME, but the instant I sit down at my desk and start seeing students and checking things off of my "to-do" list in my office, I am thriving--just as I am when I'm home with my kids.  I'm in my element, and I am working with PURPOSE. And then, I pack up and pick up my kids from daycare and continue right on fulfilling that role that was never really put on hold--just shared with others for a few hours a day.




29. How to stay married.
Marriage is work. I have learned to love my husband more with every day by choosing to have a spirit of gratitude and thankfulness for who he is, who he has become and is becoming, and for the beautiful life we've built together. By laughing, forgiving, talking, snuggling and just plain refusing to give up on each other.




30. How to pray.
The last 30 years have been full of love and tears and pain and beauty. They have been full of learning. Full of mistakes, full of trial and error and full of laughter. Prayer has taken me places. It has been the voice in the dark and says "you can." It has been the peace that surrounded me when my world went dark. And it is on the wind of these desperate whispers that I will be ushered into this new and beautiful chapter.


. . .


Speaking of the next chapter--here are a few of the things I hope to do/accomplish in, as Tim McGraw would sing "My Next 30 Years":


Improve my gardening/landscaping skills, Hike a section of the Pacific Crest Trail, Volunteer my time and talents to various causes, Get a tattoo, Keep a blog, Drive with friends in an RV down the California Coast, Vacation in Hawaii, Take my kids to Disneyland, Write a book or maybe more, Go on more dates with G, Spend more time with extended family, Run a marathon, Adopt or foster a child or two or more, Go on a family mission trip to a third world country...




It's been a wild {30} year ride.

I can't wait to see what God's got in store for the next 30.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

faking smiles on bad days, bucket-filling & the secret to having a {happy} family

 
sometimes i forget about how my children really {watch} me.
 
 
that they can already imitate my expression.
 
my smiles and silly faces...
 
 
and that our expressions, our moods, our joy
 
--or lack there of--
 
are reflected back to us by our children.
.

 
so smile--too big and too much.
 
make silly faces with them. even after a long night or a long work day.
 
laugh, {really} laugh at their jokes.
 
turn the tv off. silence the buzzing iphone. "forget" where you put that to-do list...
 
and just be.
 
be with your babies, your teenagers, your spouse, your family, your friends
 
your loved ones.
 
...
 
i often encourage parents who are concerned with their child who seems depressed or discouraged about friends and/or school to try to over-love them.
 
encourage them often.
praise their strengths.
constantly draw upon the positive.
tell them you love them, and then again.
 tell them they are smart, special, funny, beautiful and unlike anyone else on the
ENTIRE planet. (!) 
tell them they were made for a purpose.
 
and i use the bucket-filling analogy:
 
fill your child's bucket SO full (with love and affirmation)
that when others make those inevitable withdrawls,
it is already so full,
it never runs dry.
 
...
 
but sometimes it's hard. when things feel hopeless and you feel apathetic and tired.
 
but guess what?
 
our babies, toddlers, teens, spouses, family pick up what we put out.
 
so for heaven's sake, smile at them.
 
even if it feels forced and fabricated...
 
watch them, hold them, breathe life into their spirits and
 
smile. 
 
it's like saying "I love you" but in laughter form....
 
 
 
and the return is {joy}.