What if we took just the small amount of what we have left in 2020 and simply placed it before God as an offering. The last of our energy. The shortness of our breath. The final few minutes of our time. What if we still believed there was more to come even in this final few weeks. What miracles, perhaps, could flow from our everyday ordinary offering?
You’re gonna grow girl. You’re extending and strengthening. You’re being forced to dig down and dig deep. Lean into the stretch. Face your pain. Face your failures. Laugh at yourself and read some good old romantic historical fiction. Remember you have nothing to prove. Bring your whole honest and most best self to the table and that will be more than enough.
As hearts race and breathless lungs seek air. As some struggle to face the day and raise their weary heads from their pillows. As we may lose our ability to see clearly. When the road ahead is filled with life induced fog. When the news is too much and we can't seem...
And so, from one mamma to another on this Mother’s day in Lockdown. You are exceptional. Empowered. Strong. Strategic. Brave. Resilient. Wise. You have everything that you need to make it through this season and come out strong on the other side. Hang in there. Take a moment to breathe today. Be kind to yourself. Be gentle with your heart. YOU’VE GOT THIS
And I wondered as I lay a few breaths away, unable to sleep, with my mind wondering in circles around lock down realities, how the hurry and mundanity of everyday had perhaps taken something from us, maybe even the simple joy of hearing you breathe?
The critic within me seems louder now than every before. I’m not doing enough. Not exercising enough. I’m not present enough. I’m on social media too much. I haven’t touched base with this person or that person. My kids schooling reality has been harder than anticipated. Am I killing their love of learning? Why can’t I be more like what I see this person doing or I wish I was calm like my husband- immovable and strong amidst the greatness of the uncertainty. I’ve become more and more harsh with myself over the past few days and I wonder when I’ll give myself a break?
I truly believe that this time is going to pull us towards the end of ourselves. It is wildly uncomfortable and radically painful. We are being asked to assess the way in which we exist and co-exist? We’re being asked to be together in a way that most of us are not used to at all. There is so much being called from us and I know that it may feel like you have nothing left but I promise you, YOU DO.
I wanted to write you a letter to let you know some things about me and the human race. I write to communicate best what’s on my heart and I’ve greeted you by name strategically and with intention. You’re not particularly worthy of the identity you have been given but in my belief system when you call something evil by name and put it in its rightful place you strip it of it’s authority and power. And so, although we have never met I want you to know I speak to you everyday in an attempt to remind you exactly what you are and where you fit in, in the grander scheme of things.
For me personally I am challenged mentally on a daily basis. Just the words LOCK DOWN make my toes curl. It’s so definite and so final in a way. So constricting. I feel the confinement and it often feels like its grabbing me by the throat, strangling my ability to breathe and be at complete ease in this time. The unknown reality of this season has caused my emotions to ebb and flow like never before. The foreign nature of what we are dealing with has left me feeling anxious on occasion. The energy it takes to will myself towards healthy and positive mindsets is real and that is before I help my little ones navigate their own. I am not excluded from the risk of “feeling” this pandemic in my mental capacity