Sunday, November 19, 2017

Dear Me,


Dear Me,

You did good. You researched all of the methods, you read all of the books, and you followed all of the advice.

You held them when they cried, disciplined with a stern yet loving hand.
Read to them... and sat with them while they read.
Church twice a week, daily time learning the Word together.



You color coordinated everything they owned. Spent hours learning how to home school them.
Made sure they went to the dentist every 6 months without fail. 
Yearly physicals with the best pediatrician. 

You sang to them while they slept. 
Bathed them nightly..washing behind the ears.



No television. Only inspirational music.

As they blossomed into teenagers you didn't have to deal much with rebellion because you had done it all right...or so you thought

Everyone around you looked up to you as a family and as a parent. Your words of advice were listened to. You spoke at parenting and home schooling conferences.



You had it all together.

Except you didn't.

You see...younger me...you were up many night's worrying about which system to use.
When you couldn't find the right color of scissors to go with the color system, you stressed out and snapped at those girls you said you were doing it all for.

Church weekly...that was a good thing...but did you do it for God or more for yourself? Because when I think back to the stress that went into making sure everyone dressed "nice" enough and behaved "well" enough...well, I tend to think it was more for yourself...for our-self.



The home school methods...they were good too. But how many times did you quietly judge your brother's and sister's because they did it a different way

How many times did you shelter those sweet girls not because it was the right thing to do, but because you wanted to feel in control?

The singing, the baths, the doctor's appointments...they were all good as well. 




But oh, younger self, how you worried
How you fretted



And let me just tell you what has happened....


That control you thought you had because you did everything "right." Well, it's gone. 
To be more accurate...it was never there

The pats on the back that you gave yourself because of your "good" and "easy" teens...it was an illusion on the stage of your life.



You see, those "perfect" kids you are working so hard to raise...they are human... just like you. And one day you will realize that no matter how good your systems and chore charts are, they are going to screw up

They are going to make choices that you don't agree with. 
They are going to have times of self loathing no matter how great you tell them they are and no matter how many activities you put them in where they all get trophies

Younger self, I just wish you could have known that the best choices don't guarantee the best outcomes. 
Sometimes God has different plans and sometimes your kids go down different paths
Sometimes those paths are of disobedience and sometimes they are just rougher paths than you would like to see you kids take.



Sometimes they will cut themselves to relieve a pain that you don't understand.
Sometimes they will try to cut their lives short for reasons you can't fathom.

There could be times where they make choices that please you and times where their choices are the complete opposite of what is good.

But what I wish you could understand is that all of that time you spend trying to arrange things in your life and in their lives could be spent in better ways.



First is teach them who Jesus is and how much He loves them through daily times when you read the Bible...but remember that the way they learn character most is by watching you. And not just the you that makes the good choices, but the you that makes bad choices. 

Don't be afraid to share that with them when appropriate.

Second is to teach them to love the church. Oh Kristi, how many times you had them in tears in the car because you stressed so much about how they looked or if we were going to be late! 

Attendance on it's own is not what teaches them a love for the church. In fact attendance under those conditions might actually do the opposite.

Teach them to love the church by allowing the church to love them in different ways and to love you in different ways. Don't keep thinking you have to always appear perfect. 
Ask the church for help when you need it and let your sweet children see that.


Third is give them the gift of a good, Godly marriage. Not taking the time to nurture and grow your relationship with that studly guy you married is a really, REALLY bad idea. 

Next, give them time. Time with you. Stop yourself from thinking that you have to do everything because that gives you the control of securing a certain outcome for them. Because it doesn't. 


Finally, teach them to love others. Travel far and often so that they can experience people outside of their normal, daily sphere. Watch your mouth. What you say doesn't always go in one ear and out the other. 


Now, understand me clearly, I am not saying you should stop giving your children your best. But what I am saying is...

... your best will NEVER be good enough to ensure the outcome you hope for. There are no guarantees.

...Teach your children to love the church by loving the Church yourself. This will require you to be honest and sometimes vulnerable with other people...and with yourself. This will also require you to be very careful what you say about your brothers and sisters in Christ within your home.

...A love and care for your spouse is one of the best gifts you can give them. Sometimes that will suck because you might be angry, sad, or frankly just selfish, but love him, and love him well.

...Be faithful to them. No matter their choices, be a person that they can come back to. Someone they can talk to. Show them who God is by mirroring His faithfulness.

...Laugh. Laugh long, hard, and often.

...You can read, study, and talk with and to them until you are blue in the face. But if you want them to know Jesus...and I mean really KNOW Jesus...He needs to be the absolute most important thing in your life. 

Let them see you screw up and repent. Discuss with them your weaknesses because the Bible tells us that is where He glory shines. Allow them to question what they are taught so that they experience their own relationship with Him and are able to own their faith.

...Follow Jesus regardless of the cost...and sometimes the cost is very high. 



Dear Me....you are not a perfect parent. When you first read this you might feel angry. That could be because you like control and the loss of it scares you.

Younger me, you might feel like this is folly...but I beg you to at least consider that the additional time and experience I have could possibly bring a smidgen of wisdom that you haven't obtained yet.

You might feel sad and scared at the thought that you might not be in control of your beautiful daughters' lives. This is to be expected because you love them oh so much.


But let me tell you something...you have NEVER had the control you thought you did. But you know someone who has laid their path down just as He has laid yours down. 
And He doesn't mess up like you do.

So run. Run as hard and as fast as you can toward Him and chances are one day you will look back and those girlies will be following you.

But if they are not, this I can absolutely guarantee you...

He will be running towards them. No matter which direction they head, He will be there. And they will never be able to hide from Him.

They will never be alone. 

Your very best is nothing without Him. 
And your very worst is nothing He can't make into something good.
And that control you think you have isn't real.

So younger me, rest in that. 
Shut your eyes tonight and rest because no matter your planning, worrying, or teaching, they are His.

And so are you.




Friday, November 17, 2017

In Control???


Drats! It is another one of those mornings where I know I need to write but I don't know what to say!

The past few weeks have been difficult. Especially this past one.

I don't really know why, but I sure wish I did so I could fix it.

Every insecurity I have seems to be welling up all at one time. People say things that I am taking waaaayyyyy out of context and I am becoming hurt by words that most likely were never intended to wound.




My patience is just about nonexistent. And my need to cocoon and protect myself has been proving overwhelming.

I went to my ladies small group on Wednesday that I really enjoy going to and I had to duck out early because I was afraid I would start sobbing.

I had to cancel an appointment with the eye doctor that I have been excitedly waiting on for about 2 months because once I pulled into the parking lot I was crying so hard that I couldn't stop and compose myself enough to walk in. 

If you have been unlucky enough to encounter me this week, I most likely bit your head off. 

Why? I really don't have a good idea. But like I said earlier, I sure wish I did!

I am pretty sure that most of us have times like this. Times we feel so overwhelmed with life that we feel like we can't face anyone. Times that we feel so very wounded and broken that we can't imagine ever feeling whole again.




I was reading in 2 Corinthians earlier today, chapter 3 and a few things brought me some encouragement and hope. 

The first is that our confidence is not found in our own knowledge, insight, etc. Our confidence and sufficiency is from God (vs 4-6).

One of my insecurities is that I feel like I don't know what I am doing. I feel like I lack experience and training. But this verse reminds me that really I just need to know from where my confidence comes and it isn't from anything I can do.

Another insecurity is that my past and current mistakes might cause people I care about to reject me. But in verses 16-18 I am reminded that unveiling my face....not hiding my flaws and my mistakes past or present, but exposing them...allows others to see the glory and work in my life of a God that I adore. 




I was listening to a song this morning called "Oh My Soul" by Casting Crowns. There is one part that particularly got me to thinking this morning....

I'm not strong enough
I can't take anymore
You can lay it down
You can lay it down
And my shipwrecked faith
Will never get me to shore
You can lay it down
You can lay it down
Can He find me here?
Can He keep me from going under?

Oh, my soul
You are not alone
There's a place where fear
Has to face the God you know
One more day
He will make a way
Let Him show you how
You can lay this down
'cause you're not alone

Psalm 55:22...Give your burdens to the Lord, and He will take care of you. He will not permit the godly to slip and fall.

So the question that I am asking myself this morning is will I give it to Him?

Or do I desire to control my life so much so that I would rather stay in my yuckiness just for that feeling of control?

Do we ...do I... trust Him enough to "lay it down"? 
What does it look like to "lay it down"?

Isaiah 12:24...The Lord of hosts has sworn: “As I have planned, so shall it be, and as I have purposed, so shall it stand,

I think it looks like this...walking through my life remembering that God isn't the horse poop guy coming behind me picking up all my crap.




And He isn't the fairy godfather that is beside me to throw out pebbles when I start walking through sinking sand.

No, He is the Lord of hosts that is not only with me, but has gone before me wherever my path takes me.
Whether it feels like sinking sand, nasty mud...
Whether feels like the ocean waves are drowning me...




I will trust that His purposes and His plan is better, kinder, more loving, and more secure than it might EVER feel to me.

I will remind my feelings....Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again— my Savior and my God. Psalm 42:5


And I believe that it is in making that choice that I "lay it down."


Monday, November 6, 2017

You Have Asked.....



Wow! It has been almost 9 months since I have written!

I sit here now, looking out my window at the beautiful sun peeking out from the tops of the trees in the back of my house. There is a bit of white snow left scattered upon the cold, leaf covered ground.

I can see the hill in the back corner that is well on its way to becoming the beginning of a running stream and I see the tippy top of my beautiful pond, frozen with the thinnest layer of pre-winter ice.

                                               
Through the window I can feel the warmth of the sun coming in on my face, making it a bit hard to keep my eyes open. The warmth of my face is contrasted to the chill on my toes!

                                             

I have my front door open to just the glass storm door. It is covered with frost so I know that this might be letting a bit of my warm air escape, but I just love letting more light in.

I headed out into the woods earlier to see if I could figure out what a noise was that I heard coming from there, but on the way I ran into a mound of bear skat which was super exciting!

I have a semi warm cup of coffee here that I am sipping on. My friend Becky left some fancy coffee beans here this weekend along with a coffee bean chopper thingy and she said I could use some of it so I tried it this morning! And YUMMY!!!

                                               

My two youngest girls are out of school today for a teacher in-service day.  One is vacuuming their room and the other is trying to get her bed made. The sounds of the dishwasher, washer, and dryer are also humming in the background.

I get to help lead a teen group on the reservation at a super cool place called The Shack. The group is full of energetic 8th - 12th grade teens. 



They are funny, intelligent, and real. They have struggles and pains. But they have life and hope.

Many of them are seniors this year. They are standing at the threshold of adulthood and ready to take it on.

They are inquisitive and open.

They are brave. They will not leave one another behind. During their team sports they encourage one another, whether they are the best player on the court, or the weakest.


They accept loss with grace and they don't allow a scoreboard to steal the joy they find in being part of a team. 

The people I work with are amazing too. 

They exude courage and patience. Persistence and faithfulness. 

They are strong, yet gentle. Shouting from the rooftops, yet soft spoken.

Friends for a short time have become like family.

Accountability partners, yet never judging. 

Loving with a love that is reflective of the One they serve.



So many of you have asked. 

It is hard to answer because what the people here mean to me and the impact they have had on my life is extremely difficult to put into words.

I guess they best way to answer is this...

We have been in Wisconsin for 2 years and 4 days now. It is where we are supposed to be.

It is home.