Coming in from the Cold

I peered through my windshield at the monsoon outside. Cold painted fingers, nose. Assault of wind and rain and cold stood between me and the front door of the oasis of warmth I knew awaited me.

And still, I couldn't bring myself to open the car door and step out into the wind and rain.

I was already cold. The car heater fogs up the windows, impairs visibility...so I hadn't turned it on. The freezing temperature outside, consumed the inside as well.

I filled my lungs with air, held it there, opened the door.

Feet consumed by frigid waters. I walked to the door, swung it open and stepped inside. And wondered why I had taken so long to make the journey.

Warmth immediately consumed me. Glow of fire. People I love gathered around laughing and singing and . . . unphased by the storm raging outside. Each had their own lively story of how they came to be there, warm and unaffected by the storm. Basking in the pleasantness of temperature and dry clothes. We laughed at each others stories as we gathered around the fire.

I looked around and pondered the stark contrast of this beautiful moment with how it felt to be in the cold. Alone and willing to live in the cold to avoid the wind and rain, even if it meant being cold for a longer amount of time.

It reminded me of coming to God. How good it feels to bask in His warmth and light. And how long I spent willing to live in the cold.

God's love feels like being in a warm oasis when there's a blizzard outside. Coming to Him feels like walking in from a storm, to fire, friends, warm blanket, bowl of soup. Living in his will is the utter contentment of sitting in front of a fire, utterly untouched by the cold and wind and rain billowing outside. The cold and wind and rain still rage, but there is really nothing they can do to touch me. Their power is gone.

When I come to God, the storms don't stop. The difference is, they lose their power over me. The worst they can do to me isn't comparable to the good God does for me.

Nothing can separate me from the love of God. Not death, nor life. Not angels or demons. Not the present or future. Nothing in all of creation.

Being in God's warmth and light is an amazing place to be.

Are you there? Or are you negotiating a life in the cold?

40 Days Difference

Since I was a child, I believed that God created me to be a villain in His story.

When I finally realized that that probably wasn't true, I prayed for God to show me my gifts. To help me understand what He wanted from me. I felt stifled and trapped and restless. I can't even count all of the times I prayed that prayer.

In the last few months, He opened my eyes. He had already shown me my gifts. But I denied them. Suppressed them. I thought those things were among the long list of things that made me a villain.

A little over a month ago, I shared my mission statement and what I am praying for this year. I determined to pray this prayer for 40 days. I am not going to stop even though I have reached the first goal, but this is a point where I am looking back and rejoicing over where God has brought me from and where he's taking me. As a part of that process, I am sharing the first prayer I recorded in this specific prayer theme, and the last one.

(I have removed parts that referred to specific people, other than my immediate family.)

1. 1/13/2018

Father, I submit to you. I surrender. Father, please forgive me of my sinning. Please forgive me of my pride and unkindness. Father, please help me to focus on the things you want me to focus on. Please settle my heart and help me to keep my eyes on Jesus. I want to be who you want me to be. Please help me to know and believe that you love me, that Christ died for me, that you chose me so that I can serve in your Kingdom with confidence and purpose. Please fill me with your Spirit so full that your Spirit flows through me and into other people so that I can love others fully and purely and provoke them to a deeper, richer relationship with You and each other. Please make me reverent in behavior, to use wholesome language that builds up and edifies, please help me to not live as a slave to food or drink or anything else. Help me to teach what is good, to love my husband and children, to be self controlled, pure, working at home, kind and submissive. Father, please help me to invest in my children. Father, I have failed to foster closeness with them, please help me to do that. Please help me to change to promote that.  Father, please show me how to love my husband and children in a way that they can receive it and feel it in the most effective way. Father, I am not a good listener to my kids. I am a lazy parent. I give in to what my selfishness wants instead of what would serve them. I have been a selfish mother. I am sorry. Please forgive me. Please make me altruistic. Please make me focused on You and not myself so that I can love my husband and children fully and purely. Father, I thank you so much for my home. I thank you for my husband and children. Thank you for Michael. Thank you for Caleb. Thank you for Nathaniel. Thank you for Lilla. Thank you for Elisabeth. Thank you for Uriah. Please help me to love each of them in the individual way that they will receive it best and most efficiently. Please make me kind. Thank you for mine and Michaels jobs. Thank you for our church family. Thank you for bringing me here. Father, I thank you for music. Thank you books. Thank you for our fireplace and our Narnia lamppost. Father. You are so good. I trust you. Thank you for what you have done for me. In Jesus name I pray, amen.

 

40.) 02/21/2018

Father, I trust you. I am being still because I know that you are God. I am strong and courageous and I am not frightened or dismayed because I know that you are with me where ever I go. You are real and I matter to you and you reward those who diligently seek you. I believe you. I believe that you are good and faithful. I believe that your wisdom is so far above my own that I can’t comprehend it. I believe you. I trust you. Please help me to believe you and trust you more. Father thank you! Thank you for what you have done for me! Thank you for Michael and Caleb and Nathaniel and Lilla and Elisabeth and Uriah. Thank you for our home. Thank you for not leaving me where I was, sick and sinful and lost. Father you are so good. I am overwhelmed by it. I am overwhelmed by the proof I see that you love me. I’m sorry that I sin. I am sorry for my pride and selfishness and codependency and judgmental-ism and jealousy. Please forgive me. Father, please change my heart. Please give me a heart like David’s. Please crucify anything in me that is not of you. Father, please help me to find my identity securely in YOU so that I can serve in your kingdom with purpose and confidence. Please fill me so full of your spirit that I am overflowing with the fruit of Your Spirit so that I can love purely and fully. Father, please allow me to provoke others to have a deeper and richer relationship with you and with each other. Father please make me reverent. Please make every word I say wholesome. Please make my words edifying and building up to everyone who hears them. Father, please make me a slave to you and nothing else. Father, I struggle with food. Please change my heart. Thank you for what you have been doing in me in regard to food. Thank you for accountability and friends who pray for me. Father, please make me teach what is good. Please show me how to love my husband and children and fill me with love for them. Father please make me self controlled, pure, a worker at home, kind and submissive. And please give me wisdom and discernment. Father, I surrender to you. I trust that you are going to show me how you want me to use the gifts you’ve given me. Please help me to be patient. I don’t want to be patient. I don’t want to wait, but please help me to wait patiently. Please give me supernatural contentment and joy in learning and growing in the meantime. Father, I would like to work in ministry full-time. I am asking you to provide an opportunity. Father, please make me courageous. Please open my eyes. If you have already shown me and I dismissed it at as an impossibility, please show me that. Please give me eyes to see. I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you. I do now. I know that you didn’t make a mistake or create me because you needed a villain in your story. Thank you Father. You are good and amazing and I love you. I want to be wholly consumed by you. Please consume me!! In Jesus name, amen.

I am meditating and thinking through the changes. And thanking God for where He's brought me from, where I am now, and where He is going to take me. He is good!!!!!!

 

What are you praying for? What is God doing in your life? What do you want Him to do?

 

 

Asking for Signs

I looked at what I believed was evidence. The tell-tale information that said I am not good enough. I don't belong here.

I started to listen to those lies. Should I be doing this? If I were supposed to be doing this, wouldn't __________ be happening? Wouldn't it look like ______?

And I asked God to give me a sign. Some direction. anything.

I thought of Gideon.

An angel (that he didn't know was an angel until later in the conversation) showed up and told him to go to battle for Israel. From human eyes and mind, he was a starving farmer. To God, he was a "mighty warrior". Not because he could bench press 500 hundred pounds or kill a hundred men with a pocket knife. A "mighty warrior" because God declared him one.

He asked for a sign.

Over and over he asked for reassurance that he was doing what God wanted him to do. And each time God gave it to him.

And then he asked again. Over and over and over God reassured him. And over and over and over he needed another sign.

I do the same thing. 

Over and over and over. I doubt. I listen to the lies. I believe them. And then I call out to God for a sign.

I look at the things I can see with my eyes. I see the people. I compare. I decide what it should look like with my own understanding. And when it doesn't, I doubt.

I lean on my own understanding of the world and people and myself. I only see things from a carnal perspective, I don't see into the spiritual realm. I don't see angels standing ready to fight my battles or the ways God is working it all for my  good and His glory.

But I know my God. I know he is faithful. I know He is good.

So, I took Gideon as a sign. :) 

A sign to trust God. To say yes, and trust that He will give me what I need to follow through. To trust in the Lord with all of my heart and not lean on my own understanding. In all my ways to acknowledge Him and depend on Him to make my paths straight.

Knowing God

Some of the people in my life have known me a long time. And some have known me well. The former does not necessarily preclude the latter.

Sometimes people who have known me a long time, assume they know me well, when that isn't really the case.

I feel trapped and frustrated by those relationships.

Or, they have known me well in the past and make no room for growth, and so they know the me from 10 years ago, but not the me now.

I feel trapped and frustrated by those relationships, too.

Knowing me a long time doesn't necessarily mean you know me well. And making the assumption that you know me well because you have known me a long time, is a barrier to actually getting to know the real me.

The thing is, I think that sometimes because I've known God for a long time I make the assumption that I know Him well. But that's not any more true with God than it is with people.

Sometimes I approach my relationship with God assuming I already know who He is and what He wants, and that places a barrier in the way of actually knowing Him well.

Maybe you do know Him well. And maybe I do too. But what if I have missed out on an amazing God, because I have shoved Him into a box I thought he belonged in?

Let's ask God to reveal any areas where our pride and assumptions are in the way of knowing Him well. Let's open our minds and hearts and make room for the real God and not just the one I think He is.

Knowing Him a long time is not good enough for me. I want to know Him well.

Good News!

Spiritual body emaciated. Starved. Stomach distended from malnourishment. Eyes dead with despair. Lips dry. cracked.

Deceived.

Poisoned food. Dirty water.

I thought pursuing Him was a checklist.

I didn't know . . .

. . .  that He loves me.

I didn't know that He wants me.

I didn't know that I can have a relationship with Him.

Suspicious. Afraid of poison. dirty water . . . unaware that I was already consuming it.

. . . refused to eat Bread of Life or drink Living Water.

I needed the Gospel.

So . . .

He pursued. He loved.

answered misguided prayers. worked for my good. sent people.

They told me about a God who loves me. Who chose me.  And who is happy He did.

They told me about a Savior who died for me while I was lost in my sin. He died for me while I was lying, cheating, immoral . . . hammering nails into His flesh.

They showed me how to stop hammering the nails into His flesh and start nailing my sins there instead.

They. belong. there.

Stopped eating poison, drinking dirty water.

True Food. Living Water.

Recovering Spiritual body. No longer emaciated. Full. Beautiful. Thriving. Eyes full of hope. Lips quenched, tell the good news.

Stop drinking Satan's poison! Your spiritual stomach shouldn't be distended. Body emaciated or lips parched. There's a God who loves you, a Savior who died for you.

Stop nailing him to the cross!

Your sin belongs there. 

You can recover. Full. Beautiful. Thriving. Eyes full of hope. Lips quenched, YOU tell the Good News!

What I am Praying For This Year

I forced my fingers to type the email my spirit determined to send.

My flesh wanted the fun and excitement of working full-time in a high rise in downtown. But my spirit knew it wasn't right.

The battle exhausted me emotionally.

I go from thing to thing. I have always looked at it as being open minded. Being willing to rethink things and learn and grow and change my course accordingly.

And maybe it IS a good thing at least some of the time.

I am constantly on the prowl for what God wants me to be doing. Something comes along and I pounce on it like a puppy on a new, squeeky toy. And then, in the middle of working on the first thing, something else comes a long and I am like "Squirrel!" and I drop the first thing and move on to the next. Sometimes I go back to the original thing, but then I see another squirrel and the same pattern repeats itself.

So, this year I am determined to break my gypsy cycle. So I met with a counselor and got some great advice. And I looked up how to write a mission statement, and I wrote one.

Apparently my lack of attention span is discontent related to strained familial relationships, a lack of gratefulness and not living and working within my calling.

So, for the next 40 days here is what I am praying

My Mission statement
Titus 2:3-5
The Sermon on the Mount
and for wisdom

I am surrendering. Seeking God with all my heart. Adding some structure into my daily life. Pursuing relationships. Being intentionally grateful. And believing the truth that God tells me.

This is a graphic I created for my mission statement. It makes me happy!

Order of Operations: God's Process

When my kitchen is a MESS, I mean REALLY A MESS. Like every last dish in the kitchen is dirty, there's not a square centimeter of counter space that's not congested with dishes or covered in flour or jelly, and the trash is overflowing. When my kitchen is THAT dirty...I have a process.

I don't go in and start doing the dishes. I start with the easiest tasks. The tasks that can be done quickly but that make a big difference quickly. First, I take out the trash. Second, I put away the things on the counters that are ready to be put away, consolidate the dishes into one space, and wipe down the counters. Then I unload the dishwasher, reload it, and fill the dirtiest dishes to be hand washed with warm water, a bit of Dawn and set them aside. Finally, I wash the dishes.

When the dishes are all clean, I set about detailing the counters - making sure there is no trace of jelly or flour in the nooks and crannys - and any other organizational tasks that need to be completed.

Lastly, I sweep the floor a couple of times and then mop. And then sweep again. And then mop again.

And finally, it's clean. For about half a second before someone comes and uses the dishes, drops crumbs on the floor and spills jelly on the counter.

This is not a system that I  found written anywhere, it's just what I do. Why do I start with taking out the trash  and putting things away instead of doing the dishes? Because those things make a big difference in  the  LOOK of the room and that creates momentum. When I can SEE the progress I'm  making, I'm more likely to keep working. It makes me feel good about what I'm doing, so that by the time I get to the things that require digging in and plowing through to the finish, I've gained confidence in the system and I am invested in the finished product to the point that I will stick it out until the last wooden spoon is clean. Because it's hard to see any difference at all when I'm washing wooden spoons. The pile seems just as high after I've washed a wooden spoon as it did before.

I am wondering if that process is similar to how God is working on me?

He's done a lot for me. It's really overwhelming and I can't catch my breath when I ponder it all.

But some of the things that I most want Him to change are things that I'm still struggling with. And sometimes I wonder if I'm missing something? Am I being honest with myself? Or am I just at the point of wooden spoon washing?

I know that God is working. And I am trusting Him to show me the answers either way. But I do wonder all the same.

What I haven't told you about our house. . .

I clicked on a Facebook ad.

Facebook ads are mostly a source of merriment for me. A while back all of the ads were for toilets. Apparently SOMEONE had been shopping for toilets online.

Anyway, I clicked on the ad. It was from a mortgage lender boasting that they could give us a mortgage that would be cheaper than renting. I honestly don't know why it caught my eye. It did, I clicked it and filled out the form. I was brutally honest about our financial situation. I didn't want to get halfway through the process, fall in love with a house and then be told we didn't actually qualify.

I expected them to either respond with a checklist of things we needed to do to qualify, or not at all. I never in a million years thought they would tell us that we qualify. (Michael was actually really annoyed that I did this. He had no confidence in this at all.)

To be honest, we had given up hope of being homeowners the spring before.

So I was shocked when they responded pretty quickly assuring me that they believed we could qualify for a mortgage.

We got the documents together, submitted it all and waited.

For a little over a month we looked on realtor.com and zillow.com without making any attempt to look at anything in person.

In late February we spoke to the lender who let us know that we were approved and just needed to find a house. So we called a realtor and made an appointment to look at two houses the next day.

The next day, Michael got home a little bit late from work and we decided skip looking at the second house. I hadn't even wanted to look at it anyway.

We looked at the first house and I knew the moment I walked into it that it wasn't the house for us. It was small and awkward and . . . Not our house.

In my disappointment I reluctantly agreed to looking at the second house right then.

We walked in the door and it smelled like "old lady house". It had shag carpet, gaudy drapes, A LANDLINE and . . . it was like meeting someone new but feeling like our spirits had always been friends.

We talked to the realtor and all agreed that we needed to save a little bit more money before making an offer on anything.

I wasn't disappointed. This house was way better than anything I imagined we would get. I loved it, but trusted that if it was our house God would make a way or save it for us. But I kind of assumed it wasn't our house. I couldn't imagine God giving us a house like this.

Over the next 2 hours a chain of events took place that couldn't have been anything other than an act of God. We called the realtor back that night and told him what happened and that we wanted to make an offer on the second house.

The realtor suggested that we wait until we could look at it again, so we made an appointment for Saturday morning (this was Thursday).

We looked at it and confirmed that we did want to make an offer.

During this walk through I noticed more about the person who had lived there. It seemed like either she had passed away or had to move in with family or a nursing home.It was like someone just left abruptly.

Still trusting that if this was the right house that God would work it out, I patiently waited to hear if our offer was accepted. In the mean time, I began praying for the woman who lived here and her family. Regardless of what had happened it was sure to be difficult, so I prayed for them.

We found out that there were other offers, so instead of praying that God would give us the house, I prayed that he would give it to the right people. Regardless of who it was.

I still believed in my heart that this was too good to be true, so I didn't want to push it or beg God for it. If it were going to be ours I wanted to be sure it was because it was God's will. We had really gotten ourselves into messes by rushing ahead for something we wanted instead of waiting for God to direct us. So I wanted to be sure I didn't do that this time.

We received word the next day that our offer was accepted. Our lender told us that there were no obstacles and we began the count down.

There were several reasons that we were concerned about it passing inspection and appraisal. Once again, I was prepared for everything to come to a screeching halt. I had zero anxiety. I knew that if it was our house it was our house and if not, we would move on.

One by one each of the potential stop lights turned green.

Every day I drove by the house and tried to soak in the reality that this beautiful house was going to be ours.

It all seemed surreal. How could something this good happen to us?! It was overwhelming.

And then came closing day. THEY GAVE US THE KEYS.

I couldn't believe it REALLY happened. TO US.

We had a party to praise God.

So. . . here's the part I haven't really shared about before. This is hard to admit but .  .  . I have been depressed ever since we closed on the house. To be fair, I went through a pretty major rejection right about the same time, which I am sure accentuated the depression. But during a time when I should have been over the moon, there was an undercurrent of sadness. Of confusion. And self condemnation. And pride.

I knew we didn't deserve this house. God DID this for us and I couldn't figure out why. He literally broke down a million barriers. There is no other way to say it . . . GOD GAVE US THIS HOUSE. But why would He do that?

I knew the answer in my head, but my heart just couldn't accept it.

He loves other people just as much as He loves me and their house buying experience was frought with anxiety and obstacles. Why would He give us this house in the most peaceful way possible?

I finally sat down and processed it out on paper. And I realized . . .

I have a deep soul belief that I have to earn love. From God and from other people. And I haven't. I can't. As a result, my heart believes that I am unloved. And incapable of ever changing that.

So this house shook me to the core of my soul.

I'm not going to say that I am cured of that belief, but understanding that I have it is a definite step in the right direction. Bringing it out into the light, where the Truth can shine on it works wonders.

And guess what topic the older women decided to do a study on and include me in?!

Uninvited: Living Loved When You Feel Less Than, Left Out, and Lonely by Lysa Terkheurst.

Ya think God is working over here?!

I am already seeing changes. I have been able to live loved in moments. And eventually there will be hours, days, weeks, months and . . . YEARS.

God is gonna do it y'all!

Getting to Know the Shepherd of My Soul

As the deer pants for water so my soul longs to know God. To drink Him in.

I grasp for Him with each breath as my spirit cries “more of you God, less of me”.

I search for Him in the pages of the Old. In the relationships vividly depicted there.

Israel asked for a king. God gave them one. He warned them, and then He gave them one.  

I used to think God chose Saul to be the first king because he was such a great guy. But I’ve changed my mind. I think God may have chosen him because He knew Saul would go down in flames. To contrast our foolish and shallow view of humanity in thinking we know what's best for us, with His all wise and all knowing perspective.

Saul was the exact kind of person to catch a human eye. The one we would all choose to be king. From my point of view, he seemed the right choice. But he quickly became cocky, unwilling to submit to God and in deep denial about his attitude and sin. He ended up chasing David around the country-side in very real 'Roadrunner and Coyote' fashion. He was eaten up with jealousy and mentally ill because of it. He wasted his own life and hundreds of others that he killed in his crusade to end David.

In contrast, David was rejected by his own father, ridiculed and dismissed by his brothers, forgotten even after his victory over Goliath. But God perceived a kindred spirit where humans saw a dirty, smelly, forgettable shepherd boy.

His frame of reference was based on things too deep and complex and wise for human senses to detect.  

Where humans can only see a minute portion of either the forest OR the trees, God sees the entire forest and each leaf on every tree.

And so, I surrender once again. I lay down the burdens and assumptions and biases and prejudices that I've picked back up time and time again. If God's yoke is easy and light, why do I keep picking up the heavy one again? The one that feels impossible. The one that requires me to live up to the standards of other people and myself. The one that has to know all of the answers. The one that has to manipulate the approval of people. The one that has to please others at all costs. The one that never measures up. The one that will never be liked. The one that isolates. The one that . . . is so. stinkin. tired.

I surrender to a God who is infinitely good, amazingly wise and unfailingly trustworthy. Whose strength is made perfect in my weakness. Who, even before He made the world loved me and chose me in Christ to be holy and without fault in His eyes. Who decided in advance to adopt me into His own family by bringing me to himself through Jesus Christ. Who wanted to do this and who took great pleasure in it.

How could I NOT surrender to a God like that?!

Window Shopping: Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places

Cold and dark. Crisp. Leaves rain from sky, settle on sidewalk and my steps choke a satisfying crunch from their lifeless leafy body.

Breath catches. I peer into the window of a home as I pass. The light from within penetrates the darkness outside. Warmth, laughter and love spills into the night.

The coziness of the scene sucker punches me. Loneliness envelopes me. 

Longing fills my gut.

Craving . . . 

to be included. invited in. loved. accepted. 

to understand the meaning behind the knowing glances and secret language that evokes mirth, but only to those who know it well.

to be completely and utterly known. And to know. 

I know this aching well. 

I've walked through life looking in windows at every opportunity to socialize.

Longing.

Wishing. 

Manipulating.

Blaming.

Harming. Me. 

If I could be funnier. If I were prettier, thinner, nicer, more easygoing, more hardcore. If I liked different things, if my goals were different. If I were someone else. Anyone else. 

Like a science fiction mind melding, I buried the feisty, musical creative girl that God sculpted.

Chameleon. Except the Dorian Grey version. 

And then I realized . . . I'm the one standing outside looking in. It's a choice I have made. 

So I'm learning what it means to really seek God first. To "live loved" by God, regardless of the messages or opinions of people. To reverse the mind melding and accept the sweet girl that God made. To allow God to build my own cozy, lit within, peaceful, loving, full of laughter home. 

I'm praying first and talking about "it" less. 

When I catch myself about to grasp for scraps of love, I stop myself and trust God to provide what I need. Grasping for scraps of love feels good in the moment, but it's not real love and always leaves me feeling empty.

And I'd rather have the real thing and be full. So, right now, I'm being a little bit quiet. Because I honestly am not sure what healthy relationships look like. I am not sure who I am. I'm letting God fill me up and trusting that when the time is right, He'll lead me beyond those borders.

I'm not avoiding people. I'm just trying to stop relying on people for what I should be seeking from God, and seeking God's fullness so I can bring that fullness into my relationships and interactions.

I'm ready to be known. Really known. To stop trying to figure out what will make people like/love me and feeling empty and defeated because it doesn't work.

Father, I'm sorry for rejecting the person you made me. I'm sorry for burying her. I'm giving you all of the things I've used to win the approval of people. . .people pleasing, assuming, manipulation. Father I trust you to give me what I need. Please root me and ground me in love so that I can bring your fullness with me where ever I go. In Jesus name I pray, amen!

Had it Not Been the Lord Who Was on My Side . . .

4 years ago today, the kids and I carried all of our earthly possessions and set them in our driveway for Michael to pack into the trailer. We had planned and schemed for over a year.

Somehow we had the money and the time seemed right.

We moved to CA when our kids were 5, 4, 3, 15 months and 15 months. I was 25 and . . . barely alive. Physically and mentally.

We needed to get away. A fresh start.

I think the most significant thing that happened while we lived there is that I really and truly gave my life to Jesus. I stepped out of my denial and admitted how messed up I was and how I had completely messed up my life. I realized that my brokenness was all I had to offer and I gave it to Him to deal with. I learned that He wanted that all along.

That eventually brought our family to Texas. Irving. Older women. Spiritual counsel. Celebrate Recovery. Bible study. Confession. Better mom. Transformation. Growth. Learning. Layers of onion peeled back. Festering, gangrene-esque wounds cleaned, dressed and healed. New ( but really, old) wounds/bad habits exposed.

Sadly, some relationships didn't survive all of this. I'm sorry about that and I pray that someday there will be restoration.

But for now, I'm working on my relationship with God. Resting in Him, getting to know HIM and making THAT relationship my priority...gaining all of the approval, pleasing, loving that I have sought from people for a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooog time, from God. Allowing Him to show me who He made me to be and all the ways I have buried that in an effort to make myself into someone other people could like/love. Believing all the while that I couldn't be someone that people like/love because of my inherent vileness and unloveable/unlikeableness. Manipulating people into giving me what I need. And then walking away feeling empty anyway.

I don't want that. I want to be filled with all of God's fullness so I never walk into a room feeling like I'm on the outside looking in again. So I can stop looking for love in all the wrong places.

Like a baby being swaddled, I've kind of pulled all my limbs in close. Being quiet and letting God hold me. Seeking God first. Trusting His transformation and wisdom.

2 days before my 30th birthday I got purple streaks put into my hair.

Uriah and Elisabeth playing in the Pacific.

Lis and Lilla participating in an AHG ceremony.

Lilla got her tonsils taken out when she was 5.

A soccer ball cake I made for one of Caleb's birthdays. Nailed it. ha!!!!

My 30th birthday party.

On our way to CA in 2007.

At the beach in San Francisco

Family selfie in 2009, I think.

Birthday dinner probably in 2009.

Halloween 2010, I think

Halloween 2010

Christmas 2010

Michael was going to work and school, both full time. So I was a single parent for 3 or 4 years. Back to school night with all these wild indians.

They wore daddy out 2011.

Me in my helmet!

Michael in the motorcycle gear. He rode his motorcycle to work and school, rain, shine or freeze.

2011

Easter, 2011

Family picture 2012

2011

2010

My cozy little kitchen for almost 7 years.

My softball days. All five of the kids sat in the stands cheering.

Summer 2011, I think.

Easter 2013

2012

Bible Bedtime

2010

2008

2009

2008

2012

2012

2014

About to give his first speech. 2013

  

2014

2012

Right after we moved back to Texas August 31, 2014

July 2009

2012