day one 2012

Today begins a brand new year. A brand new 366 days of possibilities. Last year I wrote a list of goals that I wanted to accomplish. Somehow along the way, I got distracted. Life threw me some curves and I suppose I just wasn’t up to checking off the things on that list. Oh, that’s not to say that I didn’t finish some of them…

Reflecting on 2011, I would say that it might have been a good thing that I got distracted from accomplishing and sticking to the the list. I learned a lot about myself this year. And those things I learned I can take with me into 2012 with arms open and high.

Last year, my little word that I was to carry with me was “bloom”. And while I don’t know if that word really showed me what I expected or willed it to, in some way, I did feel a blooming. Perhaps the blooming only came in my heart opening up, becoming less confined or restricted to the the self-imposed fences built around it.

I look forward, excitedly, to my chosen word for 2012. I feel, in a sense, that this word found me. As with last year, I had a word picked out. It was a good one and would serve me well. But perhaps it wasn’t challenging enough. And in the last few weeks, I’ve found myself finding this new word: Behold. In a blog written about the magi who came to see Jesus, in a writing about one woman’s own search for Jesus, and in this Christmas season, “behold” found me.

I feel, in this last year, that I’ve had my arms straight out, holding everything at arms length and not allowing things (God, Jesus, people, church…really, blessings) to come close to me. As if I were saying, “No, I’m fine with you right there. It’s better, more comfortable with you right there. I’m doing just fine with you right there.” This kind of life was never intended for me, though.

I’m tired of this kind of life. I want to embrace what is given to me, the people, the love, the blessings. I want to behold Jesus. I don’t want to have him waiting on the sidelines for when I need him. I want for Him to be the thing that I need. But mostly, I want to be amazed and in awe of every single thing that comes into my life. I want to relish in the gifts, the blessings, the people. I want to see and feel God in the good and the bad, but not just see…I want to behold.

There seems to be this theme of people throwing the “New Year’s Resolution” out the window. I don’t know exactly what I feel about them, but what I do know is that I want to start fresh. I want to set goals that I can be reminded of throughout the year. I want to meet my own expectations and surpass them, be them great or small. I feel, no matter what the label, we should set goals for ourselves, why not start off the new year with new goals? So what if you didn’t meet them last year, this is a whole brand new year.

My goals:

To be present. In prayer, in my home, in my work, with my friends. I have a habit of thinking forward and sideways, of not embracing…beholding, if you will, the moment I am in.

To cook more and eat out less. I don’t know if this was on the list last year, but it should have been. I used to cook a lot and found great joy in it. But life got busy and freezer meals are so convenient. I want to cook at least 3 good dinners a week.

To buy less Starbucks. *cringe* Oh how I love coffee on the go. But when I went through my expenses and found how much Starbucks shows up on the list, I cringe. That money can be better spent.

To buy less frivolities. I have recently become mildly obsessed with nail polish. The good kind, that doesn’t chip so easily. And, let’s be honest, we all know that one never ever finishes a whole bottle of polish. Yet, I love color and creativity and stylish nails are such an easy way to express. I don’t need any more nail polish though…And I’m sure there are a lot of other things that I purchase and don’t really need. My goal with spending this year is to be more intentional.

To color more, listen to guitar more, and go outside more. These are all things that my kids are interested in. My youngest is obsessed with coloring and art and crafting. My oldest is quickly becoming a great guitar player and my middle loves all things outdoors. I need to be in this with them, even when I don’t feel like it. I know in my heart it lifts them up and encourages them and feeds their spirits when someone they love shows interest in what they love themselves. I will do this more.

To be in the Word every single day. I’m setting my alarm for 6 am and taking the first hour of my day to be present with God. I know, because of my tendencies, that if I don’t get it done early in the day, it just won’t happen. I get distracted, busy, and by 9 pm, I’m ready to cozy up in my bed for some shut eye. It must be done first thing every morning and I am committing to use the Lectio Divina system of prayer/quiet time. I’ve done it in the past using this book, and have found that the meditation aspect of reflecting on the words, the moments, the passage really help my fast paced mind.

To be less reactive. As I have said in the past, I generally ponder over words and situations and people before coming to a conclusion about something. Last year there were several times when I was made aware of certain situations involving people, who I love and care about and hold to high esteem, that would cause one to do a quick take. The unfortunate thing of it, whether true or false, I was only hearing one side of the story. One cannot make a true decision/conclusion based on a one-sided story. But my loyal heart hurt, was turned inside out and became confused. This year, I resolve to not cast a judgement in my heart and to trust that God is in complete control.

To praise and encourage more. A few weeks ago, someone who I admire greatly came to me and said that he appreciated me and how I am using my gifts for God. He said that it makes his heart so happy. I don’t know if he’ll ever know how much those words mean to me. It was such a great feeling to know that I mattered. I want this for other people. I want to encourage people, to let them know that what they are doing matters. Whether it’s my kids, husband, neighbor…Everyone should know that they are on this globe for a purpose and that who they are matters.

To 365. Last year I started it. I think I got to February before I lost the joy. But I am not going to let that happen because I am going to do it on my iPhone this year. I have fallen in love with my iPhone camera and since it’s always with me, I really have no excuse:)

To journal more. But not just journal prayers, to answer questions, ask questions, and ponder. I really love learning about what makes me who I am. I love diving in and really thinking and knowing about why I do what I do and how I do it. I want to know more.

This seems like a long list, but the best thing about it is that all of these are attainable. In order to make sure that I stick to certain ones, I am asking certain people to hold me accountable because I know that I will be challenged and having someone help hold me up will be so beneficial.

So, what are your goals for 2012?

10 things I love

I am reading/studying through a book right now. In the back of the book there are discussion questions that help to sort of review the chapters and dig deeper. One of the questions asked me to name 10 things I love about my husband. Not just surface things, but real things, things of meat.

I skipped it and moved on to the next question.

And I probably shouldn’t have. But it was a deep thinking question. A question that requires a lot of thought. I could quickly name 10 things I don’t like about him….not because I’m a pessimist, but because I just don’t take the time to relish, appreciate, take in the good things…I take him (and his good qualities) for granted.

I tend to see things in black and white. It’s a fault and I know that I have to work hard to see the gray area. I’m sure that 90% of people live in the gray area. For me, seeing the gray requires me to sit and wait and ponder people and situations and why people do what they do…So, in turn, I am also analytical.

And so much of the good things he does and is are in the gray. Life is lived in gray with bits of black and white sprinkled in.

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The above was started in March. Yes, march. And now it’s nearing the end of July DECEMBER! and I still haven’t thought about this. I suppose it’s easier not to and easier to go about life as if he just “knows” that I love the things I love about him. But we all know that’s not true. One never really knows how you feel about them unless you let them know. Ok, so, here goes…

1. I love that he’s grown. When we were first married and first had children, neither one of us knew what we were doing. It just happened that I was the mom, the one who birthed the kids and, well, I should know what I’m doing…Only I didn’t and neither did he. But I thought I did and so I would be sure to tell him how to do it. And I am sure it was uncomfortable. I mean, you’re going along in life and things are easy and good and it’s all because you really only have yourself to worry about. Then all of a sudden you have a family and mouths to feed and you really don’t even know these little beings but you have to act like you do? It’s not easy, no. But now, it’s so awesome. Where there was once uneasiness, easy has replaced it. I love spying him taking the kids out to play or reading them a story.

2. I love that he loves me unconditionally. I admit it, I am hard to love. I am intricate and wildly emotional. When I feel, I feel with my whole being. I am not one of those people who just has an opinion about something…I am opinionated! He loves me regardless and always. He may just have to go out on a walk to love me sometimes, I don’t begrudge him that. I can be pretty suffocating. But he always comes back home and allows me to apologize or vice versa.

3. He is a DIYer. Not because he is cheap, but he truly enjoys doing things himself. I once asked him to build an addition onto the laundry room, he knocked it out in two days, all by himself. I recently asked him to build me a mantle headboard, again, finished his part in 2 days…Whereas I still have to finish my painting part…I think we’re going on two months:-(

4. He’s a giver. I read earlier this year that my love-language is affirmation. My husband loves me in the language of gifting. He’s good at it, too. He’ll remember something I said 5 months ago about something I never thought he’d pay attention to. For instance, Anthropologie. Oh how this store makes my creative heart swoon. For Christmas, he gifted me with an Anthro candle and gift card. At first I thought he’d just re-used a bag that I had laying around but I didn’t recognize it (is it strange that I keep even the sopping bags from this place?)…He not only gave me a gift from there, but he wen’t into the store. He later said that he didn’t understand anything about the store, but that’s not the point:)

5. I love that he’s a realist. He sees things as they are and knows when to say when. While I am also a realist, I often see things as how I want or hope them to be. He balances me in this.

6. He’s good at math. In 6th grade I had a teacher named Mrs. Gobel. She ruined it for me. From the 2nd day of 6th grade all the way until now, almost 33 years old, I hate anything to do with math. Have to tip a waiter? I’ll just get my calculator app out–oh wait! There’s a tipping app! YES! *Sigh* Math is not my thing. But it’s his. And thank goodness because my oldest is in 5th grade now and I have no idea what he’s doing.

7. He doesn’t procrastinate. If something needs to be done he does it. Me? It can wait. If it were up to me, a lot of things around our house and in our lives would just be waiting. Again, he balances me.

8. He’s a good man. He has a heart and morals and values. He’s got a strong grip on right and wrong. He disciplines appropriately. He’s respectful and loving and warm.

9. I love that he chooses to love me and us. I am certain there have been several times in our almost 13 years that he’s questioned whether or not this was worth it. I am certain my wild emotions have given him reason to want to just retreat on a desert island somewhere…Yet, he stays, and he wants to be here on this crazy journey of life. He chooses this life.

10. God meant him for me. I believe this in my whole being. He’s my perfect counterpart. He allows me to “come down” and see things as they are, the truth, the goodness, the possibility. I am so lucky that, on this huge globe in the middle of space, the two of us found each other. Only God could make that happen…


feast/famine

I’m mad…Scratch that. I’m indifferent. Which is…worse, I think. My heart is fighting with my brain. The devil is fighting with my Spirit. If at first I was angry, indifference has now settled in and is trying to spread out of the corners and into my core. And how hard it is for me to focus, for me to believe, for me to have hope. I sit here surrounded by all sorts of big-g-godly things and big-g-godly people and yet…I feel so far away from Him. How easy, my brain tells me, it would be to just walk away and not be affected, not want change, not want growth. How easy it would be to be to be indifferent…

For the first time since coming back to Him, I feel like I’m begging to hear Him, to feel close to him, but all I am getting is silence. I’m trying to praise him, trying to worship, trying to pray, trying to read his word. Can I just get a word? And I know, I know, He’s there here. My heart knows this to be true. But I can’t help but have this sense of distance from him. And, yes, I know He’s never changing, that he hasn’t gone anywhere. I know that this thing I’m feeling is just a feeling but it’s so overwhelming and I don’t know what to do with it.

But he must have known this would be coming. Just when I decided to not be in a small group this semester…he sent me a small group. Before I knew it, I’d already committed to it. Internally I cowered at the thought of having to open up to another group of people I don’t know very well. Perhaps my spirit, knowing my current lack of nourishment, knew that I needed something constant and consistent and informational and safe. The study opened with Amos 8:11-12.

11 “The days are coming,” declares the Sovereign LORD,
“when I will send a famine through the land—
not a famine of food or a thirst for water,
but a famine of hearing the words of the LORD.

Four hundred years.That’s how long this famine lasted.

I know my famine will not last 400 years. I can’t help but think the enemy is just trying to scoop me up and take me away from my Jesus.  And so I have to hope in this, have my head tell my heart that this is temporary, this is emotional, this is not real.

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As I sit here and write all of this, it occurred to me that I only seem to write when I’m emotionally distraught. So I pondered this for a minute. And then I realized, that up until this indifference settled in…Life was good.

My marriage is good, our children are good. Our home is comfortable and we have found a system since school started. I have stopped forcing myself to find something–the something–I am meant to do. I’d found contentment and comfort in what was.

And after realizing this, it brings me back to the verse after the one above:

12 People will stagger from sea to sea
and wander from north to east,
searching for the word of the LORD,
but they will not find it.

Perhaps I just need to stop waiting for him. Maybe I need to open my eyes wider to his gifts and his Glory, not taking these things for granted. Maybe I need to search for him more deeply and intimately. Maybe the relationship I sought was okay for then, but I’ve grown and need more now. Maybe He is here, inviting me to a deeper relationship, calling me closer. As if to say, “Christie, these things you felt are good and fine, but you were content…you need to feast.”

whole

You are all things. Denying, rejecting, judging or hiding from any aspect of your total being creates pain and results in a lack of wholeness. – Joy Page

For sometime now I’ve battled with being my whole self. I often compartmentalize things and feelings in my life as if they aren’t a part of my whole being. When I first began building my faith foundation, I kept it separate. I kept my business separate…even my marriage. For whatever reason I felt like things needed to be kept that way…I later realized that I did so because it was easier if my faith didn’t run into the other areas of my life. Having faith tends to show you those negative things hiding in the corners of you.

Take, for instance, this blog. I seem to pour out into it, but only certain aspects of myself. I save journals and thoughts that I don’t want to let out in fear of being judged or thought of differently. Perhaps I don’t share certain aspects because I don’t want to deal with it at all. I even separate this blog from my professional blog…why? Because this is only a part of who I am? Is the person I am here not the same person who takes those photographs, loves those people, finds joy in capturing their memories? I’ve always thought that those customers will love me or hate me, but ultimately, if they want me to photograph them, it’s me who they are asking to do so. Me with my vision and my heart and my love and my prayers and hopes…and even my faults and faith and lack of. Fear of rejection keeps me from sharing my whole.

And why is it? If the only person I need to impress is our Father, the One who already knows my whole self, why do I deny and reject and judge and hide my whole, not only from myself but from people who love me? If I can’t share my whole self, how can I grow? How can I be shaped and encouraged? How can you pray for me? How can I learn about you, relate to you, share with you and pray for you? How can I be held to the standards that Jesus asks of me?

I have to step out of the comfort of the walls of my heart. I have to step out of the pile of pieces that I am, gather them together and realize that I am meant to be whole, a whole formed of  brokenness. I am found whole in Jesus. I think he’d want me to be whole down here, too.

be still.

I originally posted this on Friday, but was having blog issues…but’s its here now:)

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I am glad that so much movement happens in this stillness. – Richard Land

Practicing stillness isn’t a strength of mine, but something I’m striving for. And this amazing thing keeps happening when I am able to be still: I start understanding what’s going on. Ha! imagine that. Instead of trying to figure it out because I’m so busy trying to figure out how to make the next thing happen, when I am still and quiet and focused…everything becomes clearer.

And because I lack this ability to be still so too often, I am becoming ever more grateful for God’s stillness, for His unchanging way. When I move, He remains. When I do something without thinking it through, His plan never shifts. When I lose sight of what it is I know to do, He keeps still.

And yet, when I am still, He is moving. He is building and putting pieces together. He’s working in the background. His plan is coming to fruition.

I’ve just finished the “5 minute Friday” challenge, encouraged by the team over at incourage. See how others’ interpreted the word here.

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