Saturday, July 05, 2014

Five Minute Friday: Exhale-Is There an App for That?

I would like to think I am my old self again, more than four years after. In so many ways, really most ways, I am. But loss and grief has affected a part of me I just cannot shake. Constant fear.

I make decisions and parent out of fear. I had no control over what I lost and it makes me fearful of what is next. I am not proud of this. It is mostly connected to my kids.

They ask to go do very reasonable things with friends and I cannot help but ask a ton of questions because once they leave to go do whatever it is they want to go do I cannot do anything about it...my eyes aren't on them. Swimming and biking freak me out the most.

Sometimes it takes my husband reminding me "He is almost 15..." or something like that. Then I realize my fears are unrealistic and that I cannot control everything.

I know that I constantly "preach" trust and faith in all things and here I am barely able to exhale because I live fear. Always afraid of the what ifs?

Sometimes I physically have to stop what I am doing and just breath; I have even pulled over my vehicle and just breathed. Focussing on the exhale, the deep and slow exhale. I would like to think that the fear leaves my body in that. For a time it does.

I have been on a quest to be free and trusting in the perfect love that casts out fears...There is an app for that...so I cling to Him and exhale.


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Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Who the Son Sets {Free}...Is Free Indeed

Sometimes it happens while driving somewhere to run errands by myself.

Or the time it spilled out of me when the kids asked to do something with friends.

Fear. It cripples me sometimes. I have always had a tendency to be fearful, probably just because I struggle with anxiety.

It heightened dramatically after losing her . It more than crippled me then. It made me sick. While I was able to overcome that intense fear...their is a piece of it that has held on for dear life and follows me still.

I used to think having my kids off in different places...at a friend's house, basketball practice or what have you bothered me only because I have 4 kids and some days their comings and goings are a lot to keep track of.

But I am learning it is more about fear, that I cannot control what might happen to them. Because my eyes aren't on them.

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In 2013, I chose AGAPE for my word for the year...instead of a list of resolutions. It was less about choosing it, really. I was content with Love...but for some reason AGAPE kept coming to mind. I realize now it was less about me loving others better, and more about me receiving God's love better, more fully for what it really is. Unconditional.

Agape (ah-ga-pay), is the word used for the love God has for us. It is unconditional, it does not expect anything in return, it loves even when we reject it.  The love poured out on us through His son Jesus.

I spent a lot of time in 2013 just resting in this...and He met me there in ways I did not ever expect. I was on a break from a lot of things for a good part of that year. I had my reasons for it...but I now see the real reason.

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2014 was nearing and I was starting to ponder a word for they new year. It felt so plotted, like by choosing a word, I was directing my path. I wanted it to be from Him. But not really. Fear of someone else directing, because then I don't have control.

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Driving to the grocery store one day in December, no music on except for the sound of frozen snow packed road below me. I was dwelling on something one of my kids asked permission for. I don't even remember now what it was, just that is was nothing out of the ordinary. But this sudden feeling of anticipated doom came over me.

Like darkness that invades the noon sky.

I shouted out into the confined airspace of my van. "I just want to be free...of this constant worry"

Free.

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I reluctantly, began to imagine what it would be like to be Free. The more I imagined the more peace that washed over me. Until I was afraid again.


I don't know exactly what Free will mean in this year. It is interesting to me that it seems directly aimed at my fears.

But you see that is how I know it is from Him.

Sometimes it is easier to be afraid even a little bit. Because freedom from that almost feels more uncertain. I like to know what to expect.

When something gets taken from you, especially over and over, you want to keep a grip on whatever might be next...cause we don't know what tomorrow will bring.

We don't know if that decision to let the kids do something is right, because what if.

If I let them hold off on homework one day, that it will be a downward slide of their grades. I fear that too.

If I finally forgive someone, I fear I won't be in control of those feelings. But isn't forgiveness suppose to free us, not instill fear.

Or when my faith feels right, you know when His presence feels so close and worship just flows from me...and that is when darkness invades and brings it's friend doubt and fearfulness of anyone finding me out overcomes me. After all I have been through, all He has brought me through, how could I doubt.

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It may be a journey, not just confined to a year, just because Free is my word for 2014.

Christ came to set me Free from bondage no matter what yokes me there. Even fear. He came to bind my broken heart, no matter what broke it.

From Agape to Free...

So then; Why do I keep going back to fear? Held captive to it.

Because I know. Who the Son sets free, is free indeed. John 8:36



Sunday, November 24, 2013

Five Minute Friday {on Sunday}: Fly

I have this bookmark in my van tucked behind the overhead light switches. It reads Team Liam. Jessica asked what it spelled tonight and I told her. I told her about this special little boy named Liam (the son of a friend who cuts my hair) that taught a lot of people so much in his life...he was a baby and he died. She asked "so he is with God" I answered "yes".

"Just like where Abigail is?" she asked after a brief pause. I said yes.

It was quiet for a moment and then she exclaimed "You know what I am imagining right now? That I am waving to Abigail in heaven and she can see me and I say hi and she just flies down into my arms. And then I run home and open the door to tell you the good news and say "mommy, daddy, Abigail is here with us."

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Five Minute Friday

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Day 13: We're Human and Super Busy

It has been 6 days since I've written anything. It doesn't mean I did not cook but it doesn't mean I did either. It was a beyond busy week. Juggling sports, school conferences, meetings etc.

Last Monday you will recall I pre-made our thin pizza crust  for Tuesday's homemade pizza. Then we had pizza night at church Wednesday...kids don't turn down pizza you know!

Thursday hubby pulled something together for the family while I went to our sophomore's school conferences...an hour and a half later I admit I made my way to Chick-Fil-A for a first time try. Not bad!

Friday evening was multi-grain pasta with italian sausage and marina sauce...no veggie (again being honest) because by the time we remembered we cannot just microwave (microwave died) our frozen veggie the rest of dinner was ready...some opted for salad and/or fruit.

Last night we headed out for a belated bday dinner at Applebees for our 16 yo son. It was a night off from cooking!

Today went differently...I put 5 pounds of beef roast with Rustic Tuscan seasoning in the slow cooker at 7:30 this morning (go me!) and hubby (go him!) added the potatoes (Trader Joe's Organic Yukon Gold) and carrots (Whole Foods Organic Bulk Carrots) to the mix after church and at 4:30 our ever growing family (meaning the oldest has a girlfriend) gathered together around the table for good old fashioned pot roast and salad dinner.

There are no pictures and it wasn't always super wholesome but we are human and sometimes you just make work what works for the moment (or most of a week) and it's okay.



I am joining The Nester for #31Days (or #31ishDays) of writing in October