The Best Gifts

I have this friend. She says that she pursued me and convinced me to be her friend. I will only agree with her on the fact that she did come over to my house about a week or two after our first babies were born (1 day apart), because Lord knows I wasn’t going anywhere for the next month and she’s just crazy and independent enough to go traveling with her firstborn newborn like she’s been doing it all her life.

Anyways, she may have initiated, but our friendship has been mutual, if not lopsided since. You see, she gave me one of the best gifts from the very beginning. Acceptance. She totally accepted me for who I was, in that season, and each season after that. She didn’t require more than I could give. She’s just always been there, for what feels like forever (also because once you have kids, it’s hard to remember what life was like before them. For better or for worse.) (insert smirk)

Recently I’ve walked through a lot of new territory that has taken it’s toll. Loss comes in all shapes and sizes – ours looking like a miscarriage at 7 weeks, a move away from the only home our children have ever known and an amazingly supportive community, a job not working out, and of course don’t forget the million expectations that each of these are wrapped in. And in this season, while the Lord has given SO much strength and companionship and even new friendships, it has still been really hard.

And in the process, I have recently discovered I have also lost sight of who I am.

So when my beloved friend offered to meet me halfway between our home in Matthews, NC and south GA, I resisted. I found myself scared that I no longer had anything to offer her in return for all that she has given me. And I wasn’t sure I could walk through another loss right now, a loss of closeness and connection with one of my dearest friends.

But I decided that I should go. And I’m so glad that I did. And as we spent a few hours catching up, she said words to me that I will never forget.

They came in response to my confession, that I didn’t feel I had anything to offer anymore. This season of stripping away and pruning had left me feeling barren, in more ways than one.

And her response was one of the sweet gifts.

She said that she would take any Jenny that she can get. The confident, full of the Spirit, ready to attack a new move and job and season Jenny, and a broken, sad, and disoriented Jenny as well.

Acceptance. I didn’t have to come bearing gifts or words of wisdom or some explanation of what I had just walked through.

I could just be me, whoever that is right now.

And an amazing thing happened. When my hurt and wounds were watered with acceptance, I left, just hours later, feeling strengthened and with a renewed sense of purpose. And also a realization that part of my current struggle is that I had been grappling with trying to remember and be who I was before this season started.

It’s like I was under the impression that now that things in my life were broken, I needed to go back to who I was before, somehow fix things as though they hadn’t happened.

It sounds so silly as I type it out, but it was this subconscious struggle. I needed to be me, and since I didn’t know who this new girl was, I was trying to revisit her last sighting.

But that’s not what our Savior does. He doesn’t reinvent. He makes things new.

I had been struggling to be  who I used to be, but I’m not a mama of two anymore, living in GA with friends I’ve known for the past 10 years, doing the normal life thing as we knew it.

I’m now a mama of three, even though I don’t have the privilege of the 3rd one being with me anymore, and I now live in Matthews, NC with new friends who I’m just now getting to know.

I’ve lost some things. Some significant things. It needs to be acknowledged. Grieved.

But also as important is the acknowledging of what the Lord is doing right now, and that is planting new things in my life.

He’s preparing us for our next, new season in Him. And He’s pruning for new growth.

My friend’s acceptance gave me the freedom to be the new me, the one that I’m still continuing to become.

(I have a feeling this new Jenny is gonna be a little bit less put-together, but prayerfully more compassionate and graceful. But I have a feeling the same ole impatience is still there, along with her love for naps.)

So ironically, as I get to know people a little bit better here, I feel like we’re both getting to know me at the same time, too.

It’s hard not to feel like it’s a deficiency to not have a good grasp on who you are by age 34. I have struggled with shame regarding that, this lie that I need to have my life together by now. I mean, I’m a grown woman responsible for two littles that has been walking with the Lord for years. “Get your life together, woman!” Blah Blah Blah – insert internal monologue here.

But I guess the 2nd half of 34 is a good enough place to start as any.

So here’s to more of ‘the middle,’ starting a new year in a few days with new eyes and new hope.

That’s another one of the best gifts. Hope.

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There can be loss & new gifts all at the same time.

That’s the beauty of our God.

Much love.

In The Messy Middle

This post has been a long time coming. A little over 3 months, to be more specific.

I have sensed the Holy Spirit calling me to write for a while now. But I didn’t want to, plain and simple.

I can give it a bunch of names and some pretty good excuses, but at the end of the day, no matter how dressed up I make it sound, it is disobedience.

And believe me, that is really hard for this recovering perfectionist to admit. I chose poorly. I chose my own self-protection and laziness and agenda over the Lord’s, and I have carried the weight of that since.

I thought it would be easier to not talk about things. I thought that I could just process things with the Lord in my own way, that I didn’t need to see in black on a white screen the pain and confusion I was feeling.

And I forgot that when He calls me to do something, it is for my good. Whether I understand it or not, there was something for me in this processing, the laying down words on “paper” that so often in turn opens up my eyes to a great understanding of what the Lord is doing. I believe it’s a place the Lord prepared beforehand for me to meet with Him, where in His gracious nature He chooses to speak and shine a light on what is going on in my heart and mind.

(Have you identified your place like that? A place, a hobby, an activity, where you seem to intersect with the Lord on a deeper level? A place where you leave feeling more like joyful, a little bit more grounded, a little bit more fulfilled, a little bit more like you?

If not, I really encourage you to pray and ask the Lord to reveal it to you. When I have gotten away from writing, or pursued other things that I thought would offer the same, He has been faithful to remind my heart of how He has shaped me to connect with Him, and for whatever reason, writing is one of those sweet places. Our personal spot. And it’s important for me to know that. So I encourage you to find your place, too, and hold on it and guard it.)

So 3 months late, here I go.

I’m in the messy middle.

I’m in the messy middle of a season of transition and change, of struggle and heartbreak and new strength and hope, of loss and new gifts.

I don’t often want to share when I’m in the middle of something. I like those pretty red bows, the ones you see a lot of this time of year that will wrap up my situation nicely and neatly, explaining the whys and hows of the sequence of events we have just walked through. And that usually signify a little less pain in the telling.

I was hoping December would offer me my own red bow.

But it hasn’t.  I’m still very much in the middle. No full circle moments yet to share.

But that doesn’t mean that I don’t have something to share.

And that is something else I forgot.

That there is beauty and value in sharing in the raw, vulnerable times, if I will let myself do it.

We all need those completed stories, the Bible passages where we can read how God moved in the beginning, middle, and end to accomplish His purposes. But I also believe that we need to hear from people while they are in the middle.

Because it’s really hard on the other side of things to remember what it was really like in the suffering, in the waiting, in the unknown. Some of that sticks with you, but often, it’s easy to forget some of the vividness of those emotions. Time allows those feelings to fade a bit, and we forget that some of it was biting and knock-the-breath-out-of-you hard. And when you’re in it, it’s really nice to know that someone else has been there, too.

I know I have been on the receiving end of several courageous people that have been willing to share while life was happening, right smack in the core of it. I have been blessed and encouraged and strengthened by others who were willing to lead in vulnerability, from the middle.

And oh how I have resisted the middle most of my life. I have wanted to race through God’s preparation and processes to get to the end results, all the time. I struggle with trusting Him when I can’t see progress or change.

But He is opening my eyes to the beauty and value of the middle.

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Really, isn’t that what all of life is, on this side of heaven, the middle, the process of the transforming work of our Creator in our lives, if we invite Him in to do it? And so rushing through to try to collect my bows is really just forfeiting a lot of what He has for me right now, in the moment. The bows will come. He is faithful to bring clarity to what we need to know, and healing and He is a God of redemption, there is no doubt about that. But there is also something really sweet that the middle offers us, but we have to be aware and open and vulnerable to receive it.

It was in the middle that God has given me one of the best gifts. (But more about that later.)

And if this is true, that life is all just ‘the middle’, then that frees us up to share, openly and honestly, and find those ” me too’s” that we so desperately need to hear, because there is no shame in being in process. Definitely still offer your ‘bows’ to others around you, how the Lord came through and did the miraculous in your life! But let’s also share how He is still that same good and Faithful God in the middle, too. Trust Him for the bow, whatever that may look like, but also trust that what He is doing today is just as important and valuable and necessary, and someone needs to hear it!

So I’m going to start my journey of sharing about the past few months, what the Lord has done and is still doing in my life and in my family, and it’s going to be hard. But I believe that God will bring healing in the telling, encouragement in the sharing, and freedom in the releasing of my words. And I really encourage you to join me! Whether or not your middle looks like mine or not, let’s choose to proclaim God’s goodness over the pain and sorrow and confusion, the lack of answers or finances or community, and cling to the truth that He is moving on our behalf in it.

Much love.

My Truth Is…

I entered the kitchen this morning to find my daughter sprawled out on her back in front of the refrigerator (not unusual), and my son standing next to her. Our little white tower fan was to his left, now pulled out into the middle of the floor instead of its normal spot next to the wall. Now, the kids know not to touch the fan, this is not a new thing. So my first mistake, perhaps, was asking who moved the fan. In retrospect, I am sure there is probably a way I could have rounded up some information, done a little sleuthing to get to the facts with them unaware of my intent. But it was morning, and I’m not a morning person, and I’m trying to navigate through the kitchen, avoiding various obstlaces placed along my path, hindering from my search for coffee.

Natalie immediately replies, informing me that it’s my son’s fault. And he replies in similar form, shifting blame onto her.  This also is not a new thing. We’ve been ice-skating around ownership of poor choices for weeks now, especially with my daughter. However, in this situation, I felt inclined to give her the benefit of the doubt, as her current position didn’t really lend itself to moving the appliance into its current location.

So I bend down and start to ask my son for the truth of the situation.  In natural form, he sticks with his story. My kids are nothing if not stubborn and convinced that their approach is the best way. We do not have a problem with confidence in our kids when it comes to knowing all.the.things.

Peter continues to insist that he had nothing to do with the fan.  And so he was sent to his room to think about his choice to lie to me, and until he was ready to tell me the truth.

A little time passes, Peter sitting in his doorway, periodically yelling out how he has been wronged in life and trying to rally up support, I guess from the furniture and any other inanimate objects around him that he can find. Again, my kids are committed in pretty much any choices they make, for better or for worse.

Meanwhile I jump onto the computer, messaging my husband to pray for wisdom. I mean, how do you teach your newly 3 yr old about truth vs lying. How much do they understand about this? How can I handle this in a way that is appropriate to his level but also expresses the importance of the issue?

After a few minutes, when he has settled, I come over, sit down in front of his doorway, and try again.

“Peter, are you ready to talk to me about what happened with the fan.”

“Sissy moved the fan.”

“Peter, Sissy was laying on the floor. She didn’t move the fan.”

“The computer moved the fan.”
(whaa…)

“Peter, the computer did not move the fan.  Are you ready to tell me you moved the fan?”

“But, uh, the fan wanted to walk to the bathroom.”

“Peter, do you want out of this room?”

“Yes.”

“There is only one way out of this room. The truth. You know how Jesus came to die for our sins?”

“Uh-huh.”

“He is the only way we can get to heaven. He is the truth. He is our only way. And just like Jesus made a way for us to be in heaven with God, there is only one way out of this room. The truth. You gotta tell Mommy what really happened.”

“The truth is I grabbed the book with two hands.” (He is now choosing that this is time to confess that he had taken a book out of the bookcase, just outside his room in the hallway. He knows that he’s not supposed to have anything when he’s in time-out.)

“Okay, well, we’re not supposed to touch books while we’re in time out. And when you are ready to talk to me about the fan, you can call for me.”

I get up and head to the living room to play a game with Natalie. And as I sit down, I hear him say,

“well, my truth is…”

Yeah, that was exactly what is was. His truth. What he felt like sticking to, no matter what opposition was coming his way, what story he felt would provide the most protection from trouble. But that’s not how truth works, and I think this is his season to learn that we don’t just create our own truth. There is Truth and He is a Person. Fully God. Fully Human, Jesus Christ, Who came and met us in the truth of our sinful, broken situation to save us. And in the same way, today, Peter needed to choose truth to be free. He needed to admit that he had made a mistake and then hid from it.

 

 

Peter, caught up in his defense story and unwilling to relent to me, doesn’t even know what he is missing out on.  Once he admits the truth, he gets to come out. AND get the vanilla yogurt that I was going to offer him when I was headed to the kitchen in the first place (after my coffee, of course). There is no other punishment. He doesn’t understand that all he has to do is confess. And then he doesn’t have to earn the yogurt. I’ve already bought the yogurt. I bought it for Him. I want to give it to him and I know that he loves it.

So for a while my son decided to stay in his room. I could hear him rearranging things. And that’s just what we do, right? We stay where we are. We settle for staying in our sin, trying to make the best of things, thinking that we’re fine where we are. But I knew that eventually he was going to get hungry. Eventually he was going to get tired of just being in that one room, his current prison cell, and would want to experience more. He was created for more than just being in that one little room. There is only so much it can offer him.

And sure enough, after a little while, he started to cry. Maybe out of frustration. Maybe out of loneliness. Probably not because he was truly sorry for what he had done. But I went in and we rocked and we talked about his choice.  He finally confessed that he had moved the fan. We talked about how God sees every choice we make, and so there really is no hiding, even if Mommy or Daddy don’t know what really happened. And I just held him and hugged him and told him I loved him.

And y’all, this is new for me. Honestly. The Lord is doing something new in my heart regarding actively, affectionately loving them through the discipline process. Before, it’s been about discipline in the form of time-out or spankings or losing thing they value for a time (stuffed animals, tv, etc.) But with that, without me really consciously acknowledging it, I was also throwing in a relational break, a withdrawing of my affection during this process. And sometimes on top of that, adding a dose of shaming and guilting. It is ugly and I don’t like to admit it. But it’s true.

But the past few weeks, as it has become SO apparent that I cannot make my kids obey, the Lord has been showing me what I can do. I can tell them the truth. I can show them what options are good and inline with God’s Word and ways, and I can give them consequences when they choose otherwise.

But I can also choose to be in it with them. I can choose to continue to hold their hands and hug them and affectionately love on them in the middle of the messy disobedience, showing them that their ability to choose well is not what secures my relationship with them. And it never will. They may lose animals or special trips to Tutti Fruiti, but they will not lose me.

Because that is what Jesus did for me.

AND if that wasn’t enough of a reason right there, it also frees me up from getting caught up in their choices, as if it’s a reflection of who I am or my ability as a parent. God never intended for my kids to be any source of my worth or value or any measure of my abilities. This ’embracing them in the mess’ allows me to focus on them, where the need really is, and ask the Holy Spirit for wisdom in each situation as to what they need in that moment. Do they need the firm hand and a little space? Do they need to be hugged right through this temper tantrum until they get it out? Do they need me to show them mercy, choosing in this moment to take away the consequence and show them how sometimes we don’t get what we deserve, and PRAISE God for that. Because I don’t know. He knows my kids better than I do.

So to wrap this up the best I can, this is teaching me that in the same way my kids need to know that I am for them, that I am sticking around despite their mistakes or outright defiance, because I love them and they are family, I need to know that my God is for me. He doesn’t bail when I get it wrong, even though I ‘should’ know better. I need to know that He chooses to hold me through the tantrums, not withdrawing His presence from me. And He also firmly guides me to admitting the truth, the truth about me and my situation, but also His truth over my situation. That because of Jesus, He has already made the way for me to walk out of my prison cell. I don’t have to stay there, and I don’t have to return. And there are GOOD things for me outside of it. And because of Jesus, there is no condemnation. I don’t have to go earn back His favor. I may need to apologize to some of His other kids, like Peter had to apologize to Natalie for blaming her, but ultimately I have His forgiveness no matter what. This is the truth that has to make its home in my heart for me to really be able to extend it to my kids.

He is so faithful to give me what I need, not just for me, but for them. He equips me for every good work, and they are definitely His good work. He has mighty plans for these stubborn littles and by His grace He is going to get them so committed to His truth that nothing is going to shake them. In Jesus’ Name.