Parenting: Ambassador to My Son's Heart

Eyes filled to brim.

Body shaken and tense.

Confusion, disappointment contort the face of child at jagged edge of manhood.

He didn't get in.

Questions, tears escape together.

"Why is he luckier than me?"

Spiritual warfare wages. This boy formed in my womb, knows of God. But doesn't know the Father who can only be known through time and trial and...seeking.

Teeth clenched, heart aching. Determined. Satan will not win. Not this battle. Not. this. boy.

"Satan, get away!"

Words come. God's ambassador to this boys heart. I tell him about the Father I know.

Higher ways. Wiser thoughts.

Good. My good. The good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.

Faith. Without knowing. Without seeing. Abiding.

And . . .

It's okay to be angry. But tell Him. It's okay for the words to be raw. He'll hear your heart.

Tell Him. Ask Him. Trust Him. Thank Him.

Decide.

Lies seem true. But they are lies construed to deceive. To trap. To kill.

Seek God. Whole heart. Entire mind.

He is good. He is true. Always. Infinitely. Forever.

I am thankful for my own scars. For the trial by fire that nearly consumed me.

Because, I know my God. I know how to find Him.

So, I draw this sweet man-child a map. Instill a compass in his heart. So he can find his way through the storms and fires and wreckage.

Jesus, my sweet son. Jesus. He is the way. The truth. The life.

God. He is Yours. You are good. He is Yours. I like to think he's mine. But in these moments I am thankful he is not. Take Him Father. He is Yours.

What Freedom Feels Like

The patchwork quilt lies quietly in ripples across the sea of grass growing wildly and abundantly into the sky.

The breeze swirls and dances through the peach fuzz on my arms. Sunshine seeps into my soul and feels like being baptized in God's love.

I breathe in the honeysuckle sweetness and breathe out the toxicity poisoning my spirit.
The heaviness that bearing the weights of my world inflicts upon my heart.

This world is beautiful. But broken. I am broken. By my own sin. By others' sin.

In my brokenness, I pick up the pieces and clumsily tape them back together.Like trying to mend the pieces of remaining flesh after a lion has feasted on its prey.

Believing that it must be done before it can be a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God. Before the spiritual act of worship.

But duct tape and clumsy hands cannot repair. The heart is too complex, too essential, too. . .

Broken. Shattered. Incinerated. Obliterated.

Pieces too small for human eyes and hands to maneuver.

It is God's work. His hands, small. And big.

His eyes see.

The Great Physician heals. Whole. Complete.

And so, I stop frantically searching for pieces. Trying to hide and heal what is broken.

I stop.

Leave the mess where it lies.

Open heart wide.

Offer it up. Whole. Entire. The most mangled, deeply rooted and disgusting parts.

Hide nothing. Bare it.

And let God work.

Let His light seep into my soul and His breath tickle my skin.

Breath Him in, breathe me out.

Freedom.

How to Distinguish Truth From Lies

I cower like a whipped puppy.

When accusations are hurled at me or someone disagrees with me. I cower.

But I am learning that just because someone else sees me and things a certain way, doesn't mean they are that way.

So I am learning to sift for truth. Here's what I am learning...

1. Pray. Tell God explicitly that I am confused. Ask Him to reveal the Truth to me. Even if that means convicting me of sin. I ask Him to reveal any area of denial that I am in and any lies that I am believing.

2. Seek wise counsel.

3. Check my heart, admit and repent of any pride or defensiveness or other sin. And make sure that I am open to being wrong.

4. Trust God to give me the answers I need and to direct my steps. Because He will. Jesus said that if I continue in His word, then I will be His disciple and I will know the truth and the truth will set me free.

5. Seek God with all my heart. Worship Him. In song and in life. And in His word.

6. Give it time. It doesn't always happen overnight.

If I do these things, the truth comes to light.

The key is relying on God and His wisdom instead of my own.

Of course, that's always the key, right?

A Reason to Give Up

I could live in the shame of my past. I could accept the judgments of others.

I could. Because I have committed heinous acts. Against God and other people. Very public things that most people who have known me for a few years know about. And others who haven't that I openly confess to.

But I don't live in shame. Because that isn't what God has for me. Or you. I won't live in character defects. I don't have to.

I do not delight in them. I rejoice because Jesus plucked me out of the clutches of Satan.

But because I remember where He's brought me from, I love Him even more. I am deeply and profoundly grateful. I am keenly aware of what God has done for me.

So while people may turn their backs on me, I will not cower. I will boldly declare God's goodness and allow the Spirit to mold me to be different in the future.

My God is amazing. He has done marvelous things for me. It's difficult to draw a deep breath when I try to meditate on it all. Everytime I drive up to our house. Every time friends ring our doorbell and I LET THEM IN.

Every day, every minute I am reminded that I exist and function by the grace of God.

Praise God!

What the Cross Means to Me

I would probably be dead.

No exaggeration. No dramatics. Without the cross of Jesus Christ I would probably be dead.

I would have given in to the darkness. "The anger of the enemy would have swallowed"...me..."alive".

The lies of Satan would have consumed me like a python consuming a baby piglet.

I believed I wasn't good enough. I believed that there was something inherently wrong with me. I believed that I was a garbage person with a Judas heart. That for whatever reason, I was born evil.

I lied, cheated and stole. I gossiped, and wore pride like a Bubble Boy wears his bubble.

I sought attention through negative behaviors.

And I self harmed.

All while going to church 3 times a week and checking off the to-do list. I was "raised in the church".

But then Jesus plucked me out of the clutches of Satan.

I haven't had suicidal thoughts in years. I'm open and honest about who I am.

Regardless of what anyone says to me or about me or thinks of me, I know who I am. I can cook and have people over for dinner and not stress or worry about how the food tastes or how my house compares to any other. I can just let God be glorified in whatever way He sees fit.

But that's all icing on the cake. My relationship with God the Father, my life in the Spirit and submission to Jesus is the real cake.

Whatever comes my way, THAT is my reality. Whether the Lord gives or takes away things in this life...His name is still blessed.

And that's what the Cross means to me.

The Story of Our House

Neither of us had a job when we got married. And yet, nearly two weeks ago, Michael carried (er...hoisted seems like a better word) me over the threshold of the home God has given us.

For the first few years of our marriage, jobs came and went. And we had baby after baby. We depended heavily on our parents for financial support.

When we finally had some consistency in the job department, we still didn't live within our means. At one point we took out payday loan after payday loan, getting further and further behind.

We would not pay our bills for months and get our electricity cut off.

All of our cars were given to us or bought for us. We went through several cars in the first ten years of our marriage.

To be honest, I can't believe we ever even TRIED to live on what we lived on. But we were not responsible with what we did have.

When I gave my life truly and fully over to Christ, things started to get better. We gradually began paying our bills consistently. We stopped asking for help from others, and we took care of our bills ourselves. We got off of all government assistance.

Those years were lean. Even when we acted responsibly with our money, there just wasn't enough to go around. God carried us through those years.

And then, we bought our first car. Completely. By. Ourselves.

I couldn't believe that this happened to us.

And then we made every payment on time. Until we were in an accident and it was totaled. And then God blessed us with a newer, fewer miles-on-it car. Which we also bought completely on our own.

We paid our rent and all of our bills completely on our own.

And then...

 Like the redemption story that began thousands of years ago and then culminated in the death of Jesus Christ, God began this story a long time ago.

He prepared us. He changed us. He brought us to the point that we can have a house of our own. A bigger, much nicer house than I ever dreamed we could have. With a recipe book shelf thing that comes from under one of the cabinets. And a Narnia Lamppost. And a chandelier. And a big window in the front to let in lots of light. And big oak trees. AND TWO BATHROOMS. On a beautiful and quiet street.

If I told you all of the things that happened to make this possible...if I told you the things that God obviously did to prepare this house for us and us for this house. You would be amazed.

This house came on the market in October 2015. I started my job in the same month. For over a year the house stayed on the market. If you know anything about the housing market where we live, you will understand how crazy it is that it was still on the market when we started looking.

We looked at 2 houses. And while I really liked this house, it seemed too good for us. But one by one the hurdles that seemed to be present, just disappeared.

I kept waiting for a hang up. But there never was one. Our realtor has commented over and over how rare our experience is.

I believe God did this. I believe He prepared us. I believe He changed us. I believe He prepared this house for us. And I believe he gave it to us.

Even if He hadn't done any of that, He would still be good and awesome.

But HE DID do all of that.

It takes my breath away.

And I thought you should know what an amazing God loves us.

What She Said

In love she said "you know I don't agree with the way you worship...you are leading your kids astray, take care, Hannah, take care".

I called her to tell her that we bought a house. A nice one. Much nicer and bigger than we ever dreamed we would have. God has been good. Much kinder and more gracious than I deserve or even knew to hope for.

But she stopped short of rejoicing, because she believes I have left "the faith" and when my soul is at stake...what's a new house?! 

I wasn't angry. I was sad. And grateful. And full of love. I appreciate her caring for me enough to talk to me about it. Instead of just halting all interactions without explanation.

I know it was motivated by love. I know it hurt her to say. Because I know she loves me.

I took her seriously. I considered her words.

I searched my soul.

I do not believe I am infallible, that I have access to something that other people don't. At some point in the future, we may realize that we got it all wrong. I don't take correction lightly.

I love God. I seek Him. I acknowledge Him. I trust Him. I fear Him.

Not flawlessly. But as much as my spirit, encased by my flesh can do at this point in my spiritual walk, I do.

God says that He will rescue those who love Him. If I seek, I will find. If I trust and  acknowledge, He will direct.

So, I look for fruit. 

A tree is defined by the fruit it bears. Am I bearing the fruit of the Spirit or of the flesh?

The fruit I bear is not the mouths I feed, the hospitality I show or the other works I do. Those are end products that can, even according to Jesus, be performed regardless of the state of the soul who performs them.

The fruit that defines a person who is filled with the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control.

Do I see these? Are these apparent in the church community I live in? In me?

I believe they are...growing. I see fruit. And I believe God. I see Him working like never before in my own life and in the lives of others.

As hurtful as it is to know that people I love believe I am going to Hell...my faith is in God.

If I believe Him, I have to believe that He is guiding my steps. And if He is guiding my steps...I am right where I need to be. There is no safer place to be than in the will of God. Regardless of the opinions of man.

The Parenting Advice that I Have Never Read in a Parenting Book

I have a lot of regrets as a mom.

There's not a single moment as a mom that I can point to and say "this is the ONE moment I would do differently". Because there are a million moments I would take back and do differently.

If I HAD to pinpoint something, I would say that I wish I had stepped out of denial sooner. Which translates to...I wish I had known Jesus sooner.

Because Jesus is the one thing that has changed everything.

The thing is, I read tons of parenting books.

I wanted to be a good mom. I wanted to nurture and be a safe haven for my kids...but I wasn't. And no amount of "how to be a good parent" books made a difference -- except to increase my self loathing, condemnation and hopelessness.

The biggest change for me began the day I truly surrendered to God.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't become June Cleaver overnight. But a healing process began. My eyes were opened to the pain and anger I had been denying. And as I allowed God to peel back the layers...to remove the dirty bandages I had placed over my wounds that were now putrid and festering...to reopen those wounds so that I could face them and let Him heal them. I began to forgive others and myself. My heart began to be able to mother differently -- better.

But guess what?! I'm still not June Cleaver.

I struggle with being intentional. Now that my kids are old enough to not climb into my lap with a book or ask for hugs and kisses, there are days when I go to bed and realize that I haven't touched them all day.

And sometimes I relapse into fear and control and I yell at them and bark at them in impatience.

And...I struggle with keeping my word - both in commitments to do things and following up on chores or groundings.

So, I point my kids to God, who loves them perfectly. And I make sure that they know that I need Him desperately and I seek Him passionately and continually too. And I submit to God, admit my powerlessness and His sufficiency every.stinkin.day.

And I pray. Cause I know that the God who loves perfectly will do His thang in them.

And I find comfort in knowing that they have had a front row view of God's power to change lives.

The Catch

Sometimes  I feel like a fraud. Sometimes when I want to express my love to God, the words catch in my throat because my actions aren't always aligned with those words.

Peter comes to mind in those moments.

He was quick to declare his love, faith and loyalty. But his actions were not always as bold or in agreement in their declarations. And sometimes, he completely missed the point.

And yet, even when he denied knowing Jesus, Jesus never denied knowing him. And when He missed the point or got it wrong, Jesus didn't tell him to go away. Or render him useless and relegate him to being a silent observer.

He invited him out onto the water. He ate dinner with him. Included him in private, intimate moments. Appeared to him and taught him after the resurrection and then filled him with His Spirit and used him to implement and teach and govern His Kingdom on Earth.

My deficiencies do not render me useless to God. They render me humble and reliant on Him. They embody opportunities for God's glory and power to make themselves evident.

Should I sin with abandon based on that?

NO!

I should get over myself, open my spirit, accept His grace, trust Him to do His work inspite of my weakness.

And sing and dance and tell everyone around me about my awesome God and what He's done for me!

And you should too.

One Episode in the Story of How God Saved Us and Our Marriage

I stood my ground in bare feet.

After 14 and 1/2 years of marriage, we stood in the kitchen. Contemplating. Surrendering.

Neither of us had ever really let the word divorce settle to the ground. Always afraid that the ground would explode if we did. We both regretted. We both wished from time to time. But it was never REALLY a road we were willing to take.

I had manipulated him into marrying me. Because I was dead inside. Because I opened my soul and allowed Satan to plant his claws there.

I didn't know that knowing I hadn't been chosen would leave an emptiness in my spirit. I was selfish and impulsive and manipulative and I groped the control of my life out of God's hands and I coerced events to get what I wanted.

But I didn't get what I wanted. And to this very day, if I could take it all back. I would.

And so, even though I admitted my lies and manipulations years ago, as he struggled with fidelity, I took each revelation and indiscretion as lashes that I deserved, ripping and tearing at my spirit.

So we stood in the kitchen, fourteen and a half years of pain spilling out around us. Of infidelity and lies. Souls weary from the burden. God had brought our marriage a long way. But the pit felt darker than ever. It seemed like each layer that was peeled back just revealed another level that needed peeling back. And...

After 14 and a half years of knowing he hadn't really chosen me, I was done trying to hold it all together. It was time to let it go. To let the chips fall where they would. If our marriage didn't survive...then it didn't survive.

And I felt my spirit surrender. The world wouldn't end. The ground wouldn't explode. It would be difficult and painful but we would all be okay. Divorce was an option.

Was there too much pain? Had we hurt each other too much? Could we really have an intimate, REAL marriage that could give glory to God?

We stood in the kitchen. We searched our hearts. We cried.

And we chose.

We chose each other. For real this time. Without any manipulation or coercion. He chose me. And I chose him.

And for the first time, I felt chosen. 

We started being super honest. Stopped making assumptions and started asking questions.

We aren't perfect. This isn't 'happily ever after'. But it's real.

And all those weights that felt like they were holding us down, finally let go. Because we let them go.

Things I Learned (or relearned) in 2016: Part One, Probably

1. My kids success isn't always in God's plan.

I prayed that my child would win. Not for bragging rights or for the parental status it would bring. For my child.

So, I watched my child run like the wind...way behind all the other kids. And my heart sank. Why couldn't God allow my child to be good at this one thing? Why couldn't He allow my child to be successful this one time?

I blinked back hot tears as my heart hurt for my child who was obviously working as hard as they could...and still losing by a large margin. And I asked God why.

It took a few minutes for the answer to come, but I realized that my child is not the only child on the field and I am not the only parent praying for their child to win. Obviously they can't all win.

So I changed my prayers. Instead of praying for my child to win, I prayed that God would do whatever He thought best and to help my child not find their worth in their loses or wins but in the Father who loves them regardless of how they perform. And I thanked God for whatever He was doing to draw my children to Him.

2. Elton John is NOT singing "hot do-o-g" in Rocket Man. He's singing "oh no no no".

I liked the song more before I learned this.

3. Communication is hard. Bad communication and NO communication is harder, but is so embedded in me that it's really hard to break out of it.

Good and open communication makes life so much easier. It's baffling how often I used to make assumptions and act on those assumptions. Like, I would immediately judge why someone did something and then react to them as though it were true. But the thing is, if they didn't tell me it's true, I have no right to assume it is. In fact, I have no right to try to guess why someone else did something. If I am going to assume anything, it should be that their intentions were good. And when in doubt, ASK!

I can't even tell you how much I appreciate being on the receiving end of being asked. And how much I abhor it when I am punished for something I never even THOUGHT, much less acted on. Both encourage me to be more open in communication.

4. "Grace without truth is enabling. Truth without grace is bullying"--Jean-Anne Cooper

5. God is so much more bigger than I ever knew. Yes, more bigger. He is so much bigger than rules and walls. He is alive and active and beautiful and good. And He is in me. And that's the most beautiful part. Me. The girl who struggles to keep her home clean, the girl who has moments of doubt, this ex-Judas girl. He is in me and He is changing me.

6. God's community is so much more than "going to church". It's more than refreshments after church. It's forgiving without being asked to. REALLY forgiving, not resenting and SAYING I forgive but actually forgiving. It's INCLUDING, not condescending. It's serving. Not out of some codependent need, but with a heart that is indwelled by the Spirit and with the mind of Christ. It's full of safe people who don't believe or repeat or listen to ugly things said about another. It's bearing one anothers burdens and honoring each other. And saying the hard things. It's laying down my "rights" at Jesus' feet and allowing others to have their way instead of demanding my own. It's a LIFE. Not just a day of the week.

So far, I think the theme is...the Majesty of God and the breaking down of my walls of biases.