Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Who Am I or Rants of a Frustrated Christian Woman!


The song, Who Am I, by Casting Crowns is one of my favorites!  Recently however a book I am reading for a class,  (Courage & Calling by Gordon  T. Smith) is challenging what I believe about God, myself and what I am called to do.  Smith says, “To live in truth, we must be true to who we are.  But this is not possible unless we know who we are: how God has made us, how we are unique, how God has enabled us to serve him in the church and in the world.” (p. 54-55) And there is where the problem starts for me, over the last 2 years the entire life I thought I was going to have and was created to live was shredded and strip away from me.  I was going to be the wife of my loving husband until I died, instead he died in 2011,and I became a widow at the tender age of 48. I was going to live out my days in rural TN growing my heirloom vegetables making a little money and continue to work as a volunteer at my church. I was going to grow old watching my grandchildren run across the field behind my house laughing, growing and multiplying.  Instead I lost my home and was left with a broken down car, no money and no hope...  I was I was I was, until it was no more.  

 Now in the last 2 years as I have tried to start over (and over and over) I find that most days I feel I am coming up against a brick wall in all areas of my life.  With every step I take I feel that I am being pushed back or pushed away... in my work and career goals, in my personal relationships and even in my spiritual life.  I am confused and quite frankly WORE OUT!  I feel the root of the problem is that I no longer know who I am and as I seek validation from others around me, through work and from God it fails and fails miserable at times.  Now understand I know my value and validation  must come from God, but we must get out of the bubble of not taking other things in the natural world around us into consideration.  We draw and surround ourselves with people, places and things that reflect where we are, where we want to go or what we think we deserve.  The days of Polly Anna Christianity are over for me, I have begun to seriously look at the Jesus I believed in and sadly have come to the conclusion I believed what I was taught and not necessarily what I knew personally for myself.  Which brings me back to the realization that I have no clue who I am because I have no clue about the purpose I was created for.  Who am I? Why am I? Where am I? What am I? The defenses I used in the past to buck up, pull myself up, grin and bear it no longer work, another thing that was stripped from me in this process.  My formulas of coping are also gone, my resolve to get it done and go on are gone... so once again  WHO THE HELL AM I?   A few weeks ago I woke to the realization I am in this mess and I was not pleased by this revelation in anyway.  But then again maybe I am at least relieved that at least I know the problem to why I have felt my whole life was going to hell in a hand basket (yes I used that silly old phrase.... it so applies here) and I was helpless to change the direction.


This is what I do know at this point, I am not satisfied  with my current life... I am adrift, I am without a stable environment and I am not happy about it.  I do not have any dreams for my future and I have no clue where to start dreaming again.... the words “Holy discomfort” comes to mind and that is not making me any happier.  I know that I am in the mist of several things I started while in a coma of simply existing and not living, which means how do I trust any of it is real or actually for me.  The word says in Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”"  Okay great... but some direction at this point or at least a clue would be helpful.  I so want to know who I am, where I am going and my true calling and purpose in life, I crave it above all things at this point.  I want to live a life of fulfillment and joy; I want to bring something to the table to share with my family, the people I love and to those who You could use me to help.  In prayer I hear wait and trust, and others have confirmed that, but hey is it so wrong to want some direction from on High and some sign that I am at least headed in the right direction or some red flags that I am not ( at this point BIG RED FLAGS)?  Job says, “though He slay me yet I will trust Him” but let me tell you, I have been slayed and waylaid in every area of my life recently and trust is a dicey deal for me right now.... just keeping it real.  I don’t want to sound hopeless or helpless, I am just  in short supply of  said hope and feeling able, very  frustrated and confused!   What many around me and myself as well have failed to acknowledge is that the one thing God created me to be is a woman, and as a woman I know He for some strange reason created us to crave and flourish in stability and safety and that is in short supply in my life at the moment, hence the frustration with those little words, trust and wait!  So God as I end this somewhat rant against Your all-knowing Self, can I say I am trying and willing to move as You direct, but as a woman can I get that map in writing... You wired me that way just saying!  

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Something Beautiful


Something Beautiful is a song by Need to Breath.... and as I sat listening to it this morning, I realized that  although the last 22 mths of my life by most people’s standards has been filled with an enormous amount of ugliness, loss and pain... the cancer diagnoses of my husband in April 2011, the 5 mths and 8 days that he struggled so horribly until he went home to be the Lord on September 29, 2011,  the loss of my home,  the loss of every material thing that I thought I could not live without, the loss of my life as I knew it... but sitting here in this moment I can look back and see God’s BEAUTIFUL hand on me in the mist of the pain and devastation.  In the family that came together and gave their support, time and love even when they did not always agree with how I handled some things, who stayed by my side during Bobby’s illness and even though many of us don’t talk anymore, I will always carry the memory of their support and love in my heart... the Beautiful.  In the many people who helped with their time and money, some of which are no longer in my life, I carry the memory of their unwavering support... The Beautiful.  In the memory of a dear friend who remodeled our bathroom to make it easier for us and who 3 days before Bobby’s passing  found honeysuckle at the end of September  for me so it would be at his bedside when he left this world... The Beautiful.  In the people and family who when I shut everyone out in my pain pushed past the wall I had around my heart and forced me to allow them to love me anyway... The Beautiful.  In my darling children who loved me and  fought me just to keep me willing to live another day on this earth with them.... THE BEAUTIFUL! In the people who when all was lost stepped up and helped me start over with a place to live and a fresh start in a new town... The Beautiful. In the God who would not allow me to lay down and held me in the night when I could feel nothing but pain and anger... OH THE BEAUTIFUL! 
As I started to try and  live again, I was scared and suspicious of everyone and everything... fear of the unknown, fear of being alone, fear of love, fear of happiness and some days just breathing.... but in the mist of that The Beautiful was there.  In the quiet moments of the night, when no one really  knew how terrified I was of living... THE BEAUTIFUL was there to hold me.   In the silly, loving and compassionate face of  a new friend... I see the BEAUTIFUL.  In the smile of my granddaughters... I see the BEAUTIFUL. In the continuing care and love of my darling children... I see THE BEAUTIFUL shining through.  In the mirror on the days I don’t feel pretty or worthy , The Beautiful stares back at me and says... “you made it, you are worthy, you have a hope and a future”.... and in that moment I realize, the BEAUTIFUL lives inside of me and will never forsake me no matter the situation, pain or even the mistakes I will make along the way.... NOW THAT IS SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL!

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