Reality

Over the years I have often found myself saying, “THAT person needs a reality check!”

More and more I find myself realizing everyone’s reality is different.

Your reality is not my reality.

But more importantly my reality is not your reality.

Shocker I know.

Just thought I’d share that light bulb moment with 'ya. It was kind of a jab to the heart. But one of those necessary jabs.

I’ll share a little bit of my reality with you soon. We finally got some updated family pics of everyone while we were all together for Christmas. Not everyone was cooperative or overly excited about the event, but hey- that’s reality for ‘ya and I think they turned out pretty good considering!

Stay tuned and I’ll get the pics up soon.

More later. 

Empty

The tree is down.
The decorations are put away. 
The family is gone. 
And the house is quiet. 

It feels empty. And it feels lonely.

But these things remain…

Hope remains,

Memories remain,

His presence remains,

Joy remains,

Wonder remains,

and His beauty remains.

Wishing everyone a blessed New Year! Cheers to keeping the spirit of Christmas alive all year long! 

More later. 

Broken Part 3

This one was hard to write. Not because I’m unsure of what to say. I know what I want to say. I’m just trying to be careful how I say it and I'm not sure the church is ready to hear it.

*Disclaimer: This will not give you your typical Merry Christmas experience.

Proceed at your own risk. *

I am tired of what I have seen in the church parking lot. 

I am tired of the church telling the brokenhearted they didn’t pray hard enough.

I’m tired of being told I need to go to another bible study.

I’m tired of the church running off the teenager that already feels inadequate.

I’m tired of the church telling the believer they didn’t believe strong enough.

I’m tired of what I have heard in the church prayer room.

And I’m tired of attending (Christian) women events.

I’m tired.

And I’m tired of the church. *Gasp*Gasp*

Mainly, I’m tired of organized religion.

In fact, I don’t need organized religion. I need Jesus. And I’m finding there is nothing organized about Him. There is simply nothing my organized OCD little self can do to get Him to fit nice and neatly where I see fit in my life. You see- once you give Him your life He wants the whole thing and He doesn’t want to sit in a little box the whole time.

Please do not misunderstand me here. I have been a part of some great churches. But, I’m already a performance driven individual so my sensitivity to the pressure of performance in the church in order to be a good Christian has taken a toll on my soul.

Don’t get me wrong. I know we need leaders in the church and I strongly believe fellowship among fellow believers is critical. In fact, I still attend church. And I still go to bible study. And when I don’t, I miss it.

But, I attend church and go to bible study where I can have an encounter with the living Jesus. I do not have to perform and I do not have to fake that I am happy when I’m not.

I need to do life with (real Christian) women. Where you are allowed to have bad days. And sometimes have bad months. And even have a bad year. You are allowed to be pissed at your circumstances and not be afraid that God almighty is going to be mad at you for your feelings. I am so very thankful for the friends that I have- mostly (real Christian) women that encourage me to press in (to God) on the bad days. And thank Him on the good days. And even thank Him on the bad days. I am so very thankful they do not tell me I haven’t been praying hard enough, not reading my bible enough. The church does enough of that. They encourage me to keep pressing in (to God), even when I have no more energy to press.

I don’t want you to think that I am blaming all of this heartache on the church. I take full responsibility of my feelings and am addressing the lies I have believed for so long. But I am saying the church has not helped the situation. As long as the church is pointing to performance instead of a real relationship with the living God it is missing the point.

Rant over.

Thanks for listening.

Now, back to my last question: Where is a broken heart to turn? I’ll keep this part short…

Matthew 11: 28-30 tells us, “Come to Me, all of you are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you. Let Me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy to bear and the burden I give you is light.”

We have a living God that came into this world as a baby in a manger for you and for me. Take His yoke and let Him make your burden light.

If you’d like a little music to speak to your heart listen to this one right here by Bethel:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sY0Vz8fvIhE

Be back for another topic soon. 

Normal

I’m still finishing up my thoughts on breaking, but in the meantime I was thinking about what is normal.

We all judge ourselves based on what we think is normal. But whose to say what is normal? Is there even such thing as normal?

Are you normal? Am I normal? Is what you do normal? How you live... Is that normal?

What is the baseline for normal?

Some synonyms are: Usual. Standard. Regular. Ordinary. Typical. Customary. Common. Average.

One definition is: conforming to a standard, usual, typical, or expected; the usual, average, or typical state or condition.

So maybe the question is do we want to settle for normal or reach for above average and the extraordinary?

Be back soon for the conclusion of breaking. 

Tickled

After several heavy posts it’s about time for a bit of a light hearted conversation so I’ll humor you with some conversation that took place tonight and got me a little tickled.

Persons present: Myself, Peyton Anne, Russell, and Nathan

Relationship explanation: Myself, Peyton Anne and Russell- Siblings;

                                              Nathan- Peyton Anne’s fiancé

Lets set the stage: Gathered in Russell’s bedroom, his sisters are giving him some job hunting advise. Maybe the advise was asked for and maybe it wasn’t. I’ll leave that to your imagination. Nathan enters after a night at work serving tables with a hard earned catfish dinner from the good ‘ole Cracker Barrel.

The conversation went like this:

Nathan: (directed toward Russell) “Is it okay if I eat in your room?”

Russell: “Sure, dude. I don’t care.”

Elizabeth: (as Nathan appears to dig into dinner with his bare hands) “Ummmm… do you have utensils for that?”

Nathan: (as he has a puzzled look on his face and looks in the bag) “Why yes I DO!”

Elizabeth: “Ok. Good. I thought you were just going to dig in with your hands there.”

Nathan: (in his humble, innocent voice) “Just let me know if I’m being too loud.”

Peyton Anne: (immediately and referring to his smacking) “Yes, you need to be quiet!”

Myself: (referring to his talking) “Yes, you need to shhhhh!” (followed by my hand motion to shut it)   

Myself: (guilt sets in for the abruptness of our response to his innocent concern of interrupting us) “Are you SURE you’re going to be able to handle us?”

Nathan: (after a pause of hesitation in how to answer the question) “Ummmmm… We’ll find out, but it looks like Russell has survived.”

Russell: “And THAT is a feat!”

A little later…. I am gathering my things to head home for the evening.

Peyton Anne: “Wait, don’t leave yet! I GOT A GIFT FOR YOU!”

After running down the stairs to catch me before I left, she presents me with a book.

Peyton Anne: (with extreme excitement) “Here! It’s a book! It was in the free bin at McKays and looked like one of those self help books you like to read so I thought you might like it!”

Myself: (not sure if it’s really a gift or if she’s trying to tell me I really DO need help) “Ummmm… ok. Thanks?”

Nathan: (yelling from the other room in the background) “At least tell her it was 50 cents!”

I proceed to read the back of the book and we discuss if this is a book I should read or if it is a “quack” book. Everyone collectively agrees I do NOT need to read a quack book and that I have enough quackers quacking in my head right now due to the tough past 12 months.

My future brother-in-law (that I previously hushed with my hand motions) ever so kindly does a quick google on the author and we decide it is not a “quack” book.

So a big thanks to the sis for another self-help book to add to my collection!

And to the fellows in my life that get me laughing when its been a tough thing to do lately.

I’m tickled each of you are in my life! *quack, quack*

Broken Part 2

My name is Elizabeth and I’m a recovering perfectionist, worry wart and control freak.

And my world has slowly been blown apart this year. Professionally. Relationally. Personally. Spiritually. I’ll spare you the details, but you can imagine the blow to a performance driven personality when you discover there are things that you simply cannot perform or control no matter how hard you try.

The more you try. The more you fail. And the more you break.

Fortunately, He was kind enough to cushion the blow before the shattered pieces started to fall. He’s just too good to me like that. Those of you that know me know that I find hearts all around. Be it a heart formed cloud, a heart spray painted in the middle of the road, a spillage of coffee in the shape of a heart, a heart shaped shell- you name it. I’ve seen it in the form of a heart.

When I first started seeing hearts they were not perfectly formed hearts. You could say I had to sometimes use my imagination. In fact, lots of them were what I would call broken hearts. I longed for whole hearts. In the summer of 2012 after finding a shell in the shape of a broken heart, He told me that “He heals the broken”. I don’t exactly recall when I started finding whole hearts, but I do recall when MY heart was broken.

I was done with the performing and perfecting and people pleasing. I caved into life and pleaded for a new way. I started doing a lot of soul searching and self evaluating. ‘Ya know- digging into the hard places; the scary and dark and cold places.

I’m very much aware that in order for Him to heal the broken, you have to break first. During this time I often need reminding of His promises and like Ellie’s song says, “I’m better off when I begin to remember how you have meet me in my deepest pain.” He’s already brought me through days I doubted. And there’s no doubt He’ll get me through these doubting days too. The beauty of it all you may wonder? Remember… He heals the broken! And in the end MY heart will be whole and it will be more beautiful than before!

I am unsure of how long this process of breaking will take. In the meantime, I will cling to the promise- He heals the broken. 

But the question remains. Where is a breaking heart to turn?

Come back and I’ll wrap it up soon. 

Broken Part 1

If you know me, you know this year has been a tough one. Full of change. In too many areas for my comfort. And I’m breaking. Not fully broken, but in the process of being gently shattered.

But fear not! In order to be made whole you must first break.

I found myself in the worst possible place for a breaking (Christian) woman to be: a room full of fellow (Christian) women. *Gasp*

Don’t deny it. You know what it feels like. To be surrounded by women that appear to have it all together while your life falls apart. They are all smiles, hair perfectly set, children well behaved, make up perfectly applied, handsome husbands at side, clothes perfectly ironed, and nails beautifully manicured. I used to be that woman that appeared to have it all together.

A friend of mine asked me if I was coming to this particular (Christian) women’s event. And while I really, REALLY didn’t want to be around a bunch of (Christian) women while in this process of being broken and self-aware of my extreme sensitivity, I felt a tug on my heart to go to this particular event with other (Christian) women.

*Delayed disclaimer: You too will be sick of (Christian) women by the end of this post!*

And what do ‘ya know?  I attend this event and He slowly breaks me just a little more. Right there surrounded by all those well put together- yep, you got it- (Christian) women! During this season of breaking I’ve been soaking in Ellie Holcomb’s, The Broken Beautiful. ‘Ya know when a song just speaks to your heart and gives you the little speck of hope you are groaning for? 

You can listen to it here at this link, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpOXrY4BHMA. Yea- sit on that for awhile.

Let me brag on Him a little and tell you that I got to experience a live performance by the great Ellie Holcomb herself. Be jealous. Yes, at this event that I dreadfully attended He was so sweet to give me a kiss and open the event with a live performance from the artist singing “my song.”  Talk about broken. I was undone and He had my attention. There IS a greater purpose amongst all the pain and He is right here by my side through it all.

More to come soon.