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Fleeting Thoughts

Have you ever looked into your child's face looking back at you and suddenly caught your breath at the thought of loosing them? My stomach fell tonight in a flash at the split-second, fleeting thought of my precious little girl falling prey to some terrible illness. My mind quickly traveled to the prayer I would beg of God - to give up every gift He had ever given me in exchange for the health of my child. From there my mind quickly began to run through the many, over-flowing and exceeding gifts He had given me. I'm truly a blessed woman! And then the comfort came ... our God is so big and so good that His gifts aren't limited. He gives them freely and lavishly. He looks upon us with the same love and total adoration that I give to my two-year old. Only His is deeper.

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The Pain of Loving

My husband said to me yesterday that I haven't blogged in a while. I haven't really had a reason too for quite some time. Shortly after I said that, an opportunity presented itself. I usually only blog as a way of releasing emotion. And for a while, things have been going beautifully. But yesterday pain struck on a happy day.

About three years ago a pained woman came into my life in an unusual way. And for some reason, God gave me a deep, compassionate love for her. She had had a terrible upbringing full of darkness and abuse that I can't begin to imagine. I strongly felt that God wanted me to show her His unconditional love. She is a staunch atheist, and of course I am a staunch Christian. And yet we were able to be friends on another level. We shared pregnancies and life's ups and downs for three years. Then, for some unknown reason, she went from loving me to detesting me in three short days. I know the enemy had his hand in this. Perhaps I was getting too close? Perhaps I was starting to leave a dent?

It's just been an incredibly painful process to have someone you invested so much into throw so much back into your face with such malicious intent. When you've shown nothing but love to someone, have them hurl such venom back. It's the first time in my entire life I've had someone say such intentionally awful things to me to try to leave deep, lasting wounds. And while I'm wounded on one level, it's not in the way she intended. None of the levels she aimed at were hit. It's more of a sorrow for her. She's chosen to try to leave a wake of pain in the lives of others because she herself has been pained. She wants others to experience the misery she has experienced. It's so sad. And yet it reminds me of Christ. He came to show nothing but love to the entire world. And He was rejected at every level by many. How it must have grieved His heart. Of course, I am in no way comparing myself to Christ. But He did let us know that we too would experience the same pain of rejection.

John 15
¹⁸"If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. ¹⁹If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you. ²⁰Remember the words I spoke to you: 'No servant is greater than his master.'^b]">[b] If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also. If they obeyed my teaching, they will obey yours also. ²¹They will treat you this way because of my name, for they do not know the One who sent me. ²⁵But this is to fulfill what is written in their Law: 'They hated me without reason.'^c]">[c]

And it was without reason that I was rejected and spat upon. All I can pray is that the seeds I cast along the path will be watered by others that follow me. Only God knows His working in her heart. He is truly the only one who can soften and harden hearts. Oh God, please extend the greatness of your mercy down on her and her two beautiful children!

Some other verses that brought me comfort:

Matthew 5:10-12

¹⁰Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. ¹¹"Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. ¹²Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.

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Romans 12:14
Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse.

II Tim 3

¹²In fact, everyone who wants to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted, ¹³while evil men and impostors will go from bad to worse, deceiving and being deceived.

Romans 8

²⁸And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him,^j]">[j] who^k]">[k] have been called according to his purpose.

³¹What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us? ³²He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? ³³Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. ³⁴Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. ³⁵Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?
³⁷No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. ³⁸For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,^m]">[m] neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, ³⁹neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

2 Corinthians 12:9-11 (New International Version)

⁹But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. ¹⁰That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

Jeremiah 20:11

¹¹But the ^A)">(A)LORD is with me like a dread champion;
Therefore my ^B)">(B)persecutors will stumble and not prevail
They will be utterly ashamed, because they have failed,
With an ^C)">(C)everlasting disgrace that will not be forgotten.

1 Peter 4:12-14

Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice insofar as you share Christ's sufferings, that you may also rejoice and be glad when his glory is revealed. If you are insulted for the name of Christ, you are blessed, because the Spirit of glory and of God rests upon you.

1 Peter 4:16

Yet if anyone suffers as a Christian, let him not be ashamed, but let him glorify God in that name.

So God, I pray that Your strength is shown in this situation. I pray that Your name is glorified. I pray that Your glory is revealed. Thank You for considering me worthy to be persecuted for Your name. And help me to truly mean that.

Allowing Emotions

I find it interesting that I don't write without pain. It's one of the only outlets I know to allow myself. So I suppose it's good that I haven't felt the urge to write in a while. But if I wrote more in the interim it would allay the pent of feelings that build up to create the pain that is generally much deeper than I realize. So many little things can add up to such big pain. So how does one access it all? How does one know how to pinpoint all the little aches that add up to a throb?

In so many ways I feel I deal (or don't deal) with rejection. It could be in a small form or on a large scale. It's one of my biggest hurts. It amazes me that we walk around blindless to how our lives are interwoven and affect each other. I've continually been shocked at how through my parents' divorce the one who did the leaving can't understand the hurt that's been caused to the rest of us.

Rom 12:15 "Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn." This verse has taken on new meaning to me over the last few weeks. It seems so many in my life have suffered deep loss - my parents divorce, the sudden loss of my sister-in-law's mother, a friend's father. It has caused old fears to rise up within me. But this time I've realized more what they are. It's not so much that I'm afraid of dying, but I'm afraid of pain. I'm afraid of the pain my own death would cause and I'm afraid of the pain the death of my loved ones would cause me. I feel I would just crumble and fade. But through this pain God is showing me how much I LONG for Him! Oh how I long to be with Him! Oh how I long to be free from the pain of this world!

Assessing My Idols

I'm going through the Beth Moore Bible study, "Breaking Free." I've been wanting to go through this particular study for quite some time. So it's been amusing in an odd sort of way to see how delinquent I've been in doing it. It's no surprise really. I'm not so naive as to be unaware that the enemy doesn't want me to actually finish such a study. But nonetheless, it never ceases to amaze me how the flesh can battle with the spirit. "I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do" Romans 7:15 . I so often empathize with the words of Paul. And this is no exception.

Our group meets tomorrow and we give ourselves two weeks in between each study to allow time for all the young mothers to finish their five days of work. Somehow, I was only on day four this morning. So I was going back over the last few days of the study to refresh my memory. Day three was on idols. The main thrust was to evaluate the idols that we've built in our lives that can take the place of God and our finding satisfaction in Him alone. I didn't have a lot of time for reflection that morning as I was hurrying to finish when I heard Eliyah wake up. So I was again pondering that this morning. The only real idol that I could think of right off the bat was my husband. It was the only obvious choice - I can tangibly spend time with him, see him, talk to him, walk with him - all things I can't physically do in my relationship with God.

But later in the day, God began showing me something that could easily become an idol in my life. And it's a gift He's given me. As He's brought me freedom in so many areas in my life, He's also showing me abilities and talents that He's put in me that I was previously unaware of - one of which is art. It's ironic how a gifting that He has bestowed can quietly and stealth-fully push its way up into the forefront of our focus, pushing the gift-Giver out of His rightful place.

It firmed up something that I'd been pondering of late. So often we'll marvel at a artist's amazing ability to draw or paint something so lifelike and real that it almost looks like a photograph. We'll stand in awe of it, staring with our jaws dropped. It doesn't matter what it is - it could be of a bug crawling on a leaf. But oddly enough, if we were to see that same bug crawling on a leaf in real life, we wouldn't even give it a moment's though. Why is it that we can marvel at a two-dimensional shadow of reality, and not marvel at the original that God Himself created? I've been blown away at that thought. But it happens everyday. We walk around in complete apathy toward the magnificence that is all around us.

How could I be wooed away from the Ultimate Creative One, but focusing on a gift that He's given me to replicate (poorly at best) a flat representation of something He's already created? It's mind-boggling. And yet it could easily happen everyday. Thank you Lord, for putting me on my guard.

"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world." Psalm 19: 1-4a

The Funny Things She Does

Last week I was working by my dining room window as I usually do each morning. Eliyah plays in the living room and frequently toddles over to me before heading back to whatever she was doing. So I wasn't surprised when she came over to me, touched the corner of my chair and went back from whence she came. When she returned about 30 seconds later touching the corner of my chair again, I looked down at where her little hand had rested. Laying gingerly where she had left them were two q-tips. In a flash I pictured the whole the scene. I quietly got up and followed her as she proudly walked back to her starting place once again - exactly where I knew she was going. I peaked around the corner of the of the bathroom door to find her walking right up to her new treasure chest, lifting the lid, and reaching out her hand to find yet another treasure ... before I had to put a stop to it. Yes, she was going to the small trash can in the bathroom, lifting the lid and picking out used q-tips to so proudly gift to me. You should have seen her eyes! She was so proud of herself and so thrilled at her new discovery. I hated having to dash that smile.

Then today during snack time she was getting her new favorite - dried mango. Dried mango can be a tad on the chewy side, so it sometimes takes her some work to finish a slice. Since we've been teaching her sign language and manners, she always has to ask for more and say "please". Today was no exception. I had given her a piece and she thought she was ready for me. So she signed for more, and as usual I prompted her to say please. She tried with all her might to get that word out, but since her mouth was completely full of the previous slice, she couldn't get it out. Not wanting to miss out on that fresh piece, without a thought she pulled the half-eaten piece out, said "Pwease" with a smile, and shoved it right back in her mouth. It happened so fast and was so ridiculously cute, I sat there stunned for a moment with a stupefied half-smile on my face. Needless to say, she did not get second slice on cue. But it did re-confirm my need to always have her actually say please when she wants more. If she can say it (or attempt to), I can at least tell the status of her last bite.

Endurance Training

I hate it when emotions hit you all at once. I thought that the name of my blog, "Pressing On", had in a way, ended its term for me. Despite the incredibly hard time that our families continue to endure, things have been going really well for me, or at least I thought. But it's crazy when God answers your prayers, and it's nothing like you thought it would be.

About two years ago, I started praying that the Lord help enable me to feel more. I was tired of the numbness - not feeling pain or hurt or happiness. But now I'm beginning to see how deeply He is enabling me to feel ... and I don't like it. I started this realization a couple weeks ago. It happened when I was really down one night. I felt like I had gotten hit on all sides, just plain beat up. But all of a sudden I realized I didn't go into default angry mode, my modus operandi. I usually just get mad, really fast, and really heated, and I throw a lot of words around that I usually regret. But this time that didn't happen. I was just really sad. I was hurting. God was answering my prayers and allowing me to feel pain, and I didn't like it.

Then this week I got hit twice. First my best friend and my brother-in-law (who I'm quite fond of) broke up. And I have to witness the deep pain of both. Then two days ago my adorable little dog (who was the cause of me starting to write this blog a few months ago) suddenly died. On top of everything with our families and the uncertainty of the economy and the elections, I really started to feel it today. I all of a sudden became aware of the overwhelming emotions I was experiencing. And I sobbed and sobbed. I mean, hello God! When I was praying to feel more, I wanted to feel more happiness and joy, not pain. But you can't have one without the other.

In the midst of the pain, there's God. I could feel His arms around me tonight: in the presence of my husband praying, in my best friend's hand on my shoulder, in the hugs from others, and in His loving revelations. Because He revealed Himself to me in two big ways tonight. The first being in the meaning of Jehovah - "the One who is always present." What comfort! It brings such meaning to my life as a follower of Him! I've heard the scripture referring to how He is always with us since I was a kid, but to know that's what His name means brought special significance to me tonight.

The second way was through a study on endurance. At church tonight, we were reading Hebrews 12 and studying faith. In the words of our pastor, "Faith is not believing that the impossible can become possible. Faith is trusting in the One who can make the impossible possible." But faith is a product of endurance - walking with Christ through the pain in our lives, getting to know Him, developing that relationship with Him, and as a result learning to trust Him. I would often times get frustrated at what I felt was a lack of faith I had. And tonight it became so evident to me. How can I expect faith to just be there, when I haven't invested the time in getting to know God more! Just like the example our pastor used, how can we run a marathon if we haven't run a mile. Wow!

I'm so thankful for God's loving embrace during painful times. I certainly don't enjoy the pain. But I've realized that the last few years of my life have certainly been a test of endurance. I've hung onto Christ and have grown through these times. I've learned so much about myself and so much more about Him than I knew was possible. I wish that the pain would just go away. But I know just like the burning of a marathon run, I have to push on. I have to push past the pain, not allowing myself to quit in order for the pain to go away. I have to continue forward, embracing the pain, trusting that at the end of it I will be able to look back and see what it has produced. There will be growth and spiritual maturity. There will be me, who with all my imperfections and faults, does indeed look more like Christ. But more importantly, there will be a deeper relationship and a greater revelation of Him who is above all things. And that is something to strive for!

God's Amazing Kindness

I started me new Beth Moore Bible Study today. It's the one on a woman's heart that studies the tabernacle. At the beginning we go over the history of man before the tabernacle was built. I have to admit, I wasn't super excited about studying the tabernacle. It actually sounded pretty boring to me. But God has already show me some incredible things.

We were suppose to read Gen. 1: 24-3:24 aloud. Since it's mostly stuff that we're probably super familiar with, reading it aloud was suppose to help us get new insight. When I got to 3:21, I was so choaked up I couldn't read aloud anymore. Adam and Eve had just chosen sin. And when God came for His customary stroll through the garden with them, they ran and hid because they were suddenly aware that they were naked. When God calls out to them, they tell Him they have sinned. God then does two things - He first tells them the consequences of their choices because there are always consequences. But the very next thing He does for them is a sheer and amazing act of kindness that blew me away. No doubt, Adam and Eve did a rush job throwing some not-so-sturdy fig leaves together for coverings. They weren't going to last and surely weren't doing a very good job of covering. So God stops, and I'm sure with a broken heart, causes an aninmal to die so that he can use their skin to cover his precious people. What amazing love! It was man that sinned, yet God was covering for them.

It must have been such an incredibly sad day in heaven. God no longer had fellowship with His creation. He could no longer walk with them through the garden and talk with them, just spending time with them. In order to rectify this, He had to again cover for us all by causing another innocent being to die - our Savior. And the thorns that were caused to grow as a by-product of Adam's fall, were the very ones used to crown Him. 

It's amazing to see the correlation between the fall and the forgiveness. God so wanted to be with us, that he would stop at no lengths and do all that was required in order to be with us forever. What an amazingly, humbling thought.

In the next chapter, God asks Cain why he is angry. He tells him that sin is waiting to overcome him, "but you must master it (Gen 4:9)." God told Cain that sin was master-able. We have the capability to NOT choose sin. But we have to CHOOSE! So in the interim, between sinfulness and eternity, He not only in amazing kindness provides for us, He also enourages us to fight for and choose our freedom. Overcoming darkness is possible! But He allows us to choose.

Allowing Pain

I'm not quite sure when it started or what caused it, but I've realized that I don't allow myself to feel emotional pain. I do everything to prevent it. I've become quite a pro at it too. My modus operandi is to just get mad. So when something happens that should hurt my feelings, instead of allowing myself to be hurt, I just get mad. I think I probably started this process of realization when my husband and I were dating. But it wasn't until a little ways into our marriage that I became aware of what I was doing. This is really quite frustrating for me. Because I now know that I literally don't know how to let myself feel pain!

This has recently blown up into realization again with a good friend of mine. Over the last few weeks I've gone from doing just about anything for her to not wanting to see or speak to her again. It's been a really rough two weeks. I know we're both to blaim, but I can only control my own emotions and reactions. And let me tell you, my flesh has wanted to RAGE! So it's been a daily struggle to imitate Christ. I pretty much dwell on it all day long and pray all day long. It's been a battle within myself, but I know that I will be victorious through this in Christ. He's lovingly showing me the things that have really been bothering me and it boils down to pain. But it's pain that I disallow myself. I literally have to dig deep to determine what it is that's causing me so much upset. And it's taken me weeks to even begin to come to the bottom of it. But I'm so thankful that God is slowly and lovingly cleaning out the dirt so that I can see the wound. So pray for me during this process. Pray for reconciliation and that we both allow the Holy Spirit to have His way in our hearts and actions and that our flesh doesn't win this battle. What a shame that would be.

My hubbie

I've recently been hurt by a friend. And last night I found myself still stewing over it. I was sitting and watching the Olympics with my husband. Eliyah had finally fallen asleep, so it was just Dave and I on the couch together. All of a sudden I said to myself, "Why am I mulling over this and dwelling on this, when I could be enjoying this precious time with my husband?!?" I get so little time with just him and I was wasting it, letting it slip away. So instead of letting myself sit there with my stomach churning, I looked at my husband, smiled, and thought one day I'm going to look back on moments like these and cherish them. So I curled up next to him, nice and close, took a whiff of his yummy cologne, and smiled again. Instead of letting myself be upset, we were able to cheer our US teams on together, getting all excited as we watched the men's 4x100 relay team come up from behind and win the gold. It was a moment to cherish! Thank you Lord for snapping my head back into focus.

Being Mom

I find myself frustrated and lately consumed with all it takes to be a wife and mother. I truly understand now why people say being a mom is a thankless job ... and I only have a six-month old! My day starts off with nursing, packing a lunch for hubbie and Bible study before I begin my four-hour work day from home. Shortly into beginning work, Eliyah wakes up and I change her diaper and nurse again. Once work is finished (which is intertwined with diaper changes and nursing), my day turns to straightening up the house, washing diapers (we cloth diaper), grocery shopping, nursing, watering plants, washing clothes, running errands, nursing, cleaning the bathroom and floors, making dinner, folding laundry, nursing, washing dishes, picking work clothes out for hubbie, putting laundry away, nursing ... and did I mention changing those diapers? Aaaaahhhh! I'm just plain worn out.

And while I've never wanted more time for myself before in my life, I feel selfish for wanting it. I just want someone to do something special for me and tell me that they notice the million and one things I do during the day. But I guess God is teaching me now to get used to it. I have at least twenty more years to go.

The crux of it is, I LOVE being a wife. And I LOVE being a mom. But it's a ton of work and I don't think I was prepared for this much work needing to be done. And there's not very much time to yourself. And there's not very many "thank you's'" given in word, gift or deed. Maybe those come later in life, when your kids can run up and give you a big hug. Or draw you pictures. Or sing you songs. Or tell you they love you. We'll hope for that.

Right now there's just exhaustion and a feeling of giving to everyone else but myself. Maybe this is God's way of teaching women to be more like Himself - selfless and abounding in love. I have a long way to go. But life is a learning process. And I need to learn to enjoy the journey .. and put a smile on my face while I go to take care of the crying baby!

Metaphors

This came from the Ransomed Heart daily devotions a friend forwarded to me ...

The Bible uses a number of metaphors to describe our relationship to God at various stages. If you’ll notice, they ascend in a stunning way: Potter and clay. At this level we are merely aware that our lives are shaped—even broken—by a powerful hand. There isn’t much communication, just the sovereignty of God at work. Shepherd and sheep. At this stage we feel provided for, watched over, cared about. But beyond that, a sheep has little by way of true intimacy with the Shepherd. They are altogether different creatures. Master and servant. Many, many believers are stuck in this stage, where they are committed to obey, but the relationship is mostly about receiving orders and instructions and carrying them out. Father and child. This is certainly more intimate than being a servant; children get the run of the house, they get to climb on Daddy’s lap. These fortunate souls understand God’s fatherly love and care for them. They feel “at home” with God. Friends. This stage actually opens up a deeper level of intimacy as we walk together with God, companions in a shared mission. We know what’s on his heart; he knows what’s on ours. There is a maturity and intimacy to the relationship. Bridegroom and bride (lovers). Here, the words of the Song of Songs could also describe our spiritual intimacy, our union and oneness with God. Madame Guyon wrote, “I love God far more than the most affectionate lover among men loves his earthly attachment.”

I'd put myself at moving between the "Father and child" to the "Friends" stage. Where are you at?

My Permission

I've been reading John recently and reading commentaries on it as I go, something I can't say I've done before. It's amazing to find all the references there are throughout the book, that I would never notice on my own.

In verse 32 of chapter 8, there is the familiar verse, "and you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free." I love this verse and enjoyed the reminder I read on it in the commentary that followed it up: "This is surely one of the most abused texts in the Bible, for it is often cited with no regard for either the condition attached (remaining in Jesus' teachings) or the sort of freedom in view, namely, freedom from sin (v. 34) ... To know Jesus is to be liberated from all error and evil, for it is to know God himself, who is truth and purity and life ... The freedom in view is not a freedom to do whatever we wish according to the dictates of our own fallen selves, but a freedom from our fallen selves and the power and guidance to act in accordance with God himself, the source of all goodness and life."*

To know Jesus ... what a life pursuit! This is the third time in the last week or so that truth has been set before me. How many of us make it our life's pursuit to simply know Him. Not to just know about Him ... but to strive to KNOW Him. I want that to be my life's pursuit. I pray that when my life is over people can say, "Jessica was a woman who truly desired to know Christ!"

Over the last couple of years, I've really been trying to remain open and teachable. I know there are so many areas in my life that are far from where God wants them to be. And as stubborn as I can be and as much as I want to be right all the time, I am trying to yield those fleshly tendencies to the loving truth of my Savior. I not only want to know Him, but I want to be more like Him. I want to keep my eyes open to my faults and to seek Him in giving my permission to change those things in me.

The Great Physician is diagnosing their disease, and they are not happy about it. They have put faith in Jesus (v. 30), yet they rebel as he tries to help them become true disciples. When confronted with their inner disease they should have accepted his assessment and repented. This is what each of us must do as a disciple of Jesus, for each of us has inner disease that he desires to cure and that must be cured. His diagnosis is perfect, and he knows how to heal us. He does not have to leave us waiting while he goes in the next room to consult his medical books. Nor does he lack the resources to effect our cure. He lacks nothing except our signature on the permission slip to get on with the process. Discipleship includes allowing Jesus to deal with our inner brokenness and deadness. He will not be satisfied until we come out entirely clean and whole, a fact that is part of the good news. To be a disciple one needs not only the humility to receive what Jesus reveals about himself but also the ability to receive what he reveals about oneself. He always reveals in order to redeem. The judgment the light brings is meant to lead us to salvation, not condemnation. The sin is condemned in order to reveal it as sin and lead us to repentance. If we reject the diagnosis or the cure, then the light does indeed bring condemnation, for we have chosen to remain in our state of alienation from God, who is the one source of life.*

I pray that I never reject God's revelations in my life, but rather, in humility, accept that I am fallen and far from perfect and that Christ is my only cure. God, I give you my permission.

*Commentaries taken from Bible Gateway.

Work in Progress

About a year ago, the Lord gave me a promise - that I would soar like a bird. He also told me that there were gifts and talents that He had given me that I wasn't even aware of. I was going through a really rough time, and that promise was all I had to cling to. So fast-forward to today, I'm in a job that I love that's pulling creativity out of me and allowing me to evolve into the confident person I've always wanted to be.

At the same time, He's telling me to start cultivating artistic talents He's given me. It's not something I've really allowed myself to develop. I've always labeled myself as completely un-creative and since I assumed all artists were creative, I automatically blocked myself out of that bunch. It's been a hard mental block to get myself past. But when our church decided to host their first art exhibition, God told me to start working on it again. I've been fairly impressed with what I've done ... and I've really struggled with that.

I'm not sure if it's the label of "artist" or a battle with pride. I'm certainly aware that any talent the Lord has given me is completely a gift from Him. It's all been Him working through me. But for some reason, I've struggled with feeling blue as I've worked on my two pieces for the exhibit. The only thing I can come up with is that I associate artists with a certain stigmatism. I see them as different, liberal, with dark tendencies and people that hang in weird crowds. I'm not exactly sure why I lump all artists in that group, but I just know I don't want to be included in that bunch.

So maybe I just need to redefine the term within my own mind. Maybe I'm just redefining who I am. As life changes, I seem to change quite a bit with it. From being the single version of me who was pretty certain of who I was, to being married and having to figure that out. To now being a mom and balancing this new role with that of wife. I don't think that I want to have to redefine myself once again ... at least not yet. I don't feel like I'm ready for that. However, I am quite certain that the Lord really does know what He's doing.

God, help me to be ok with me today. I know that you're working to mold me to Your image, and each day I'll be a little different than I was the day before. So I shouldn't try to settle into who I am, because I won't be that way for long.

Sweet Gifts

Don't you love it when the Lord gives you sweet, thoughtful little gifts that are just for you? Today I got a call that someone had arranged for my mother-in-law to get a free haircut and color at a salon. She moved into town recently and has been without work for the last year. One of her favorite things to do was to get her hair colored. Needless to say, she's had to give that up over the past year. When she moved down, her hair was half one color and half another. She had a job fair coming up tomorrow and was really praying that she'd be able to get her hair done before she went. When I got the call, I was so excited for her! Now I just can't wait to see it:-)

Saving Eliyah

Our usual morning routine is as follows. Eliyah wakes up around 6am to be fed. I put her into bed with us, nurse her, and fall back to sleep. Since it's her last feeding, I usually leave her in bed with us. Dave wakes up around 6:45am to get ready for work. I usually sleep till I wake up (I've gotten spoiled by working from home). When I get up, I make sure Eliyah is in the center of our bed, and I start my day. I know she generally wakes up a bit before I hear her, but I like to let her do her thing for a while (she's like her mom and takes a bit to wake up). That way when I hear her, I know she's ready to give me lots of morning smiles.

Early last week, I popped my head in to check on her (as usual) just to make sure she was ok. I saw that she was just starting to wake up, so I went out again to give her "her" time. A little while later I heard her crying (her way of telling me "her" time is up). So I went in to get her. I walk into the room ... and panic. She's not on the bed! Immediately I realize she must have fallen off, so I run around to the other side of the bed, freaking out, to find her half way under her bassinet and just smiling up at me. I look over to see a pillow next to the bed and figured she must have rolled off onto the pillow and then rolled from the pillow to the carpet. She was totally fine and just unhappy with her current state of immobility.

I call Dave so upset that she had just fallen off the bed, expecting him to be shocked by my story. Instead he calmly asks, "Did she fall onto the pillow?" My jaw fell open, "How did you know?". "Well I've been putting the pillows on both sides of the bed for the two weeks." Since Eliyah has become Ms. Roley McPoley, he was afraid one day she'd roll off. I had no clue. I told him how I thought it was odd that when I woke up, the pillows I had taken off the bed the night before had conveniently "fallen" right next to the bedside. I remember thinking, "It's so odd that I haven't tripped over them during the night." Dave again explained that he'd been putting them there before he left for work so I didn't trip over them during the night. Hmmph. Shows how awake I am in the morning!

So daddy was watching out for his little girl even when he wasn't there.

A few days later, the same morning routine ensues, except I try to check on her more often now. As I was workin, I suddenly felt the need to go check on her again. So I walk into the room to find her hanging off the bed. She had rolled herself half-way down the bed, completely perpendicular, with her head and shoulders dangling off. She was all smiles, loving her new view of the world. This time, it was my turn to save her. Thank God for little promptings!

Needless to say, no more bed-time with mommy and daddy in the morning. Sorry Eliyah, but it's straight back into the bassinet with you. That is, until you figure out how to climb out!

Joyful & Terrifying

Being a mother is a joyful and terrifying mix of emotions. On the one hand, it's an amazing experience to watch the object of your overwhelming love grow, smile, cry, look perplexed, light up, and sometimes just breath. On the other hand, I've never in my life had so many terrifying thoughts fill my brain about what could possibly happen to her or what I would do if I ever lost her. It's probably the widest array of emotions I've ever experienced.

It makes me wonder why God would choose to give us the experience of parenthood in life. Why couldn't children just grow on trees like fruit? Why choose to have us birth them, giving us such an overwhelming responsibility? I mean, we're shaping the future of this little child. Our weaknesses and frailties can cause this little person to grow up in a particular way. Or they could forever impact the way she sees and reacts to things. I mean, I could really screw this up! Each day, how I live my life is on display by watching eyes and listening ears that sink into a mental sponge. Am I filling that sponge with the things of God? Am I acting in ways that reflect God's nature to her? One of my greatest fears is seeing her inherit my sins and weaknesses because I wouldn't allow God to change my stubborn heart.

Oh God, fill up all the pot-holes in my life that expose attitudes and ways of life that are so contrary to Your own. If only to allow my daughter to have the chance of seeing You work in me and of knowing Your ways more truthfully.

Last Night

Getting up in the middle of the night to feed our baby hasn't been that hard for me. For the first four months, she slept with us and that made it really easy to feed her. Most of the time I fall right back to sleep while she nurses. Now that she's getting older (a whopping six months!) she sleeps in her bassinet beside the bed and I have to walk an entire step to get her out and put her into bed with me to nurse. She only nurses for a few minutes now and I put her back into the bassinet and fall back to sleep immediately.

The only time it's rough, is when I pick her up, and I can feel she's soaked! Then I'm just not a happy camper. Since I work from home and hubbie goes into work, I feel the responsibility to change her during the week. But come weekends, I have to refrain from smiling when I wake him up to change her. Granted this has only happened a handful of times since she was born.

Last night was one of these nights. Being a weeknight, it was my parental and spousal duty to change her myself. The crappy thing is, when you feel she's soaked, it means her jammies are soaked too. So the inevitable mental battle begins. I really don't want to have to change her diaper and her pj's. But I know if I don't change her pj's, it means she sleeps with us for the rest of the night (since I can't put her back into the bassinet without any covers in just a diaper and I really don't sleep well with her in bed with us anymore).

So I sighed, and started the journey.

She's screaming the entire time because she's hungry. All she wants is to eat and go back to sleep ... like me. But I take her into her room where I have to turn the light on ... louder screaming ensues while she wriggles all over trying to avoid the light. I get the diaper out, unbutton her jammies and start changing her diaper. Now, my eyes are just barely opened as I'm trying to avoid the light too. She's just screaming bloody murder and I'm just paying attention to the diaper.

When I look up at her face, I realize she's thrown up all over herself. And since she was on her back, it's just all over her face. At this point I feel really awful. So I get her cleaned off. Get the diaper on ... AND new jammies. I immediately put her to the breast and she instantly quiets. Ahhh ... the sound of silence.

Of course now it takes me forever to get back to sleep. But thus is the life of a mother ... it's so great!!!

What am I doing?

What am I doing with my freedom from fear? I asked myself that this morning after I finished my morning Bible Study. I had just read: "According to 2 Timothy 1:7, God does not give us a spirit of fear. Satan is the one who fuels fear in an attempt to keep people from serving God effectively."

God has recently freed me from fear. I was so weighed down with it, it was becoming hard to function. I remember praying, "God, how can I possibly be effective for You when I'm afraid of so much?!?" I haven't really thought about that prayer much until I read the above this morning. It really convicted me.

How much more effective am I being with my freedom? What am I doing with the freedom from fear God has given me? Am I being any more effective?

That's a good question.