A Beautiful Letdown

There is something about brutal honesty that brings great freedom...even peace. During these last few weeks, I found myself in and out of chaos and far too often wearing such burdens on my shoulders that it was difficult for me to go about my day. I was talking to God in frustration about why I just couldn't seem to leave the burdens that I carried at His feet. Far too often, I've felt the sweet release of unloading all of the heaviness in prayer, but found myself, a few days later, feeling like I'm wearing a rucksack full of boulders.

After a bit of introspection, there were a few things on my heart. I was carrying the weight of the broken relationships of others, disappointments, finances, mistakes, frustrations and self-pity. I didn't realize my stress levels were so high until I found myself grinding my teeth throughout the day. Eek! I was never meant to carry such burdens.

One issue in particular struck a deep chord in my heart. I had quite a few pots in the fire, and am notorious for taking on too much because I love a challenge and I am a starter. I run out of the blocks with so much passion, tackling seemingly impossible feats, yet when obstacles come, I often find myself frozen in my tracks.

One of the "pots" I found myself tending to began to boil over. I began staring at the proverbial pot. I attempted to figure out how I could maneuver it to keep it on the fire. In reality, I needed to turn off the fire. I talked to God about it and He impressed upon my heart that I shouldn't have more than four big things going on in my life at a time. I remember telling Him "Well, what about this (Enter irrational yet worthy task here.) I could totally do five. What about five?" His instruction didn't change. Whenever I have more than five pots on the fire, something boils over. Every time.

One thing that I love about God is that even if we do not heed to His instruction, He still lovingly creates beauty from our mess. The burden that came with the last issue I was facing was rooted in letting someone down. From being perceived as a disappointment if I said "no" to another thing to do. Now, it wasn't just any someone that I would be letting down. It was a "father-type" figure. There was something significant about that.

Now, if I would describe myself, I would not say I am a people pleaser by any means. If I have passion about something, I pursue it. If Jesus moves me to do something crazy, I will do it, even if I look stupid. So what was stopping me now? My fears were rooted in unresolved "Daddy Issues." Such a deep recurring issue for me is to completely heal from my relationship with father figures. I realized that when it comes to deviating from instruction from positive individuals of influence such as these, I clam up and boundary lines become blurred, even if the individual is a stranger.

 I had to take a step back and say "Wait! I don't really know this man from Adam. Why is my decision to take this pot out of the fire keeping me up at night?" Not cool. It was then that I felt very clearly that it was time to release this burden... and I did. Making that decision single-handedly cut the chaos in my life in half. Yes, I am now left out of a previous endeavor, but I have more peace for it. It turned out to be a beautiful letdown because my mind and emotions now had room to breathe. Because of God's great love in revealing the heart issue to me, I could now begin to really deal with it. That's a win win situation my friend.

So, if you've ever been in my shoes, learn this truth with me: You don't have to do too much. The world can wait. Saying "no" does not make you any less valuable. Furthermore, God is an amazing Father and the greatest love you will ever have and need. He desires so deeply to lavish a love upon you that is full, beautiful and life-changing. He gives so much grace for our mistakes...such beauty for ashes. Every. single. time.

Today, lay your burdens down. Let your freedom be beautiful. You were made to thrive in peace with great joy. That is what I am after. Now, I pray for healing in my heart. Now I rejoice because out of this, I have golden opportunity to get to know my heavenly Father so much more. So do you.

Love,

-Mel

Turn the Fire Up

You can always tell what someone is made of when they go through the fire. Some come out stronger. Some find that their resolve was as fragile as the chaff that they've become.

Some of the most painful and most difficult fires we encounter are those involving loved ones. Petty arguments, easy mistakes. They happen all the time. Their wake can easily leave us paralyzed in the decision of what to do next. Do we fall apart or do we fight? Do we run away or do we stay? Do we face tough conversations head on or do we build walls? It all depends on what you're made of. 

Today, the heat got turned up a little bit in my house. I woke up like a zombie- barely got a wink of sleep with a teething seven month old. The hubby wakes up peppy, peaceful and gorgeous. He makes breakfast and is ready to go to church. The kids are at the table. I put the baby in the high chair and  start feeding him in the midst shoving fistfulls of eggs in my mouth. No shower, wearing dirty clothes, no make up. Worn out, and functioning on little brain power. Here comes the heat. 

My husband  makes a comment about how he needs to lose weight- he has a very athletic build and desires to cut his body fat percentage down so his muscles can be more defined. I get that. My mind becomes overwhelmed with ways to respond- mostly centering around the "Are you freakin' serious dude?! You don't need to lose no weight!" Mind you- the brain's not all there yet. How do I respond? Pull up my shirt and motion to my recently stretched mom tummy, roll my eyes and pretend to flip the table over. Now, this is a gesture that my husband and I do often when we think something is ridiculous...but I forgot that the legs of the table need to be tightened. My pretend flip sent my husband's hot tea pouring all over his lap. Now the Fire is on. 

My brain sobers up real quick and I sheepishly cover my mouth with my hands, profusely  apologizing as he storms away to clean up the mess on his clothes. He mumbles something with the word "stupid" under his breath. I sit there with the kids who were watching the whole thing. I look at their stunned faces and say "Mommy didn't mean to do that. I'm so sorry." The oldest one tells me I'm in big trouble and that I need to clean up this mess.  As I rise to right this wrong, the thoughts come flooding in. More desperate than usual. I could tell I was burnt out. They sounded something like this: "I wish I could just run away...to the ocean...by myself...maybe forever. I need a vacation." 

I wipe up the tea and see my kids faces again. In steps the voice of shame. "I'm such a bad example. What the heck was I thinking?" ..."Wait, did he call me stupid? "Doesn't he know my love language is words of affirmation?" My hearts starts tearing apart. I cross the counter and in enters desperation. My eye catches a knife laying still on the laminate. I imagine where it could take me. I could never go there...right? I walk to the laundry room, close the door, and bury my head in the clothes on top a shelf. I let the tears soak the linens. It was time to bring it back to reality. 

I thought about how my husband was feeling. Anger came. We're his precious clothes more important than me? Can't he see how exhausted I am? Does he even care? Softening, I wonder: Have I broken his heart from my mistake? Does he have grace for me? I whispered a prayer to God "Lord, please help me to remedy this. I made a big mess." I was exhausted. I needed the courage to move forward. I hear my husband come out of the bedroom. Clothes changed, calm and beautiful. Carrying peace. In the waiting, you can feel the tension. In my fear of rejection, I quickly started to build walls around my heart. "He can just go to church without me. I'm not ready anyway..." Then I thought "No!" If I stay home, then there is no victory. There is no remedy. There are only walls. I can't have that."

 I thought I was doing nursery, so we agreed on driving separate cars. I felt more separation in my heart. We said our goodbyes, and in the embrace, the fire was over. The walls immediately crumbled to the ground. I said It was truly an accident. He said that he put himself in my shoes. He knew I was exhausted. We apologized for words spoken and deeds done. With a kiss, all was right in the world and I didn't want to leave his side. I later came home to dinner done, flowers on the table and kombucha in the fridge. That's a love worth fighting for. 

James 1:2-4 says:

"Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way."

The fire gave me a glimpse of my heart today. Yes, there are some things exposed that will one day become forgotten chaff. I will conquer them one counseling session with Jesus at a time. Until then, I make the resolution, that through every fire, I choose to be victorious. I will feel the heat. Through every moment of desperation, I must bring it back to the Love of the Father who enables me to stand. You can too. 

Love you,

-Mel