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The Source of Joy

My Christmas Day started like this:

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For the first time since 2010, I haven’t awakened Christmas morning with a little one excited to see what Santa left. I didn’t get to see him race to find the milk and cookies gone, the carrot half eaten, hear the squeal of surprise. I have missed the wonder and awe in his eyes. You see, my Christmas hasn’t even started yet. It will come later today, but it won’t feel the same.

It’s hard not to feel some resentment in that, this time of year especially. If you choose to walk away, you should be accepting of the consequences that come with that choice instead of continuously asking the rest of us to pay for what you want. You take the second seat, you bow your head in humility, you know in your heart you may have managed yourself wrong, but you accept what needs to be done to do right by those you’ve crushed. It takes rare people to go through a separation and still find the value in the other. Not what someone else says or continues to feed you. You put ugly influences in their rightful place and work hard towards a new kind of peace for all involved.

I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself this morning. I’ve worked hard to get through this holiday weekend not focusing on the sorrow, but my sorrow track seems much greater than my joy track. There has been quite a bit of Christmas music going (those who know me are shocked, right?), but this was one of the first Christmas songs I really stopped and listened to this morning, and it felt fitting:

Where Are You Christmas? (YouTube link to song)

I opened my ‘Choose Joy’ devotional (eyerolling-ly appropriate for all of this upheaval) and the verse jumped out at me, “There I will go to the alter of God – to God, the source of all my joy.” Psalm 43:4. Amen. There was my punch in the gut. My true joy cannot even come from my favorite little human in all the world. Though he is my greatest earthly treasure and gift, he cannot hold my joy. My joy must live outside of even him. It must live in me and what I create around myself. It really is a choice and the source is always ready and willing.

If there is one thing I can impress upon you this Christmas, it’s that no matter how hard or dreadful or dreary things may feel or seem, try harder. Make sure you give this life your all, your family your all, your loved ones your all. Don’t quit. Choose joy. It’s there. He’s there. When it all seems hopeless: pray. And when you’re tired and exhausted and done: pray harder. Ask him to be your source: abundantly. He will.

My Christmas Prayer this year: Psalm 43

“Declare me innocent, O God! Defend me against these ungodly people. Rescue me from these unjust liars. For you are God, my only safe haven. Why have you tossed me aside? Why must I wander around in grief, oppressed by my enemies? Send out your light and your truth; let them guide me. Let them lead me to your holy mountain, to the place where you live. There I will go to the alter of God – to God, the source of all my joy. I will praise you with my harp, O God, my God! Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again – my Savior and my God!”

❤ Merry, Merry ❤

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A Sheer Gift

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I sat feeling slightly defeated this morning as I stared at the Thankful Turkey my favorite and I made two Thanksgivings ago. My how (I thought) things were different back then…

Thanksgiving 2015: I was getting ready to celebrate married year number 9; 13 years total together with the one who had my heart. Oh how I loved him so – the good, the bad, the ugly. I was thankful for the life we had. I counted my blessings constantly and felt such peace. It certainly wasn’t always sunny in our lives, but I had learned to even treasure the rain. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my sweet little family of three (and all of our beloved hounds and those ladies of the roost) ❤ Little did I know the next Thanksgiving would feel gravely different.

I’ve had some anxiety recently and I cannot figure out what has triggered it. My heart just pounds. And pounds. And pounds. Much like it did at the beginning of this dark journey. Over time, my heart pounding has normalized, but something has it going again. Perhaps it is the time of year. More than likely it is the unfinished business. Or just maybe it is simply uncertainty when it comes to life. Truthfully, I am not really sure. It is probably all of it.

Back to this morning. In my Choose Joy devotional that my partner in crime gave to me after my life altered, I read ‘Our True Colors’ devotion. The passage associated with it is James 1:2 “Consider it a sheer gift, friend, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides.” Verses 3 and 4 go on to say, “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.” Hmm…my life is beyond crazy gifted then, friends. I’m not sure I’d like anymore ‘gifts’ from life.

After my devotion, I stared defeatedly at this Thankful Turkey for quite some time while I sipped my morning tea. Uncertain. And then I remembered.

I have learned something, I believe to be detrimental in this life that I will share with you. And as I read the whole first chapter of James (recommend), verse 19 summed ‘er up nicely, “You must all be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to get angry.” If there is anything I learned from what I perceived as my time of peace it is ‘slow and steady’. Rushing or reacting do not tend to work in our favor. I learned to sit and mull over. Over time, it develops an inner understanding that will become an outward flow. It takes stopping and feeling and giving yourself time to understand. If there is anything my perceived time of peace afforded me, it was this understanding: decisions shouldn’t be rushed, emotions shouldn’t always dictate our words, and never feel forced into anything. Taking time is okay.

I take this knowledge as a gift today. It keeps me grounded when my everyday life seems to change with the wind. I have no idea why my life has taken the altering twists and turns it has, but I am in awe of what I have learned. If there is one thing I am certain of, I am learning more. Everyday. I am becoming stronger. Everyday. I am becoming wiser. Everyday. I have more grace. Everyday. That is what is happening. I am learning such intricate details about what God, love and life is really all about. There is no other way to learn these things than through joys and sorrows. For it is in the joys and sorrows where the deep-rooted life appreciation grows.

It is amazing what can happen with the God perspective…I had such a creative day today. I think I enjoyed my solitude today more than I have in a very long time ❤ Trials are a gift. God will use them for good. I choose to live in my defiant joy ❤

 

Derailed

How does it happen to you? You wake up and you’re just drifting, trying to stay afloat. It’s September 2017. I am a few months shy of being separated for a year and a half from the one who had my heart. I signed up for an online study reading, She’s Still There, by Chrystal Evans Hurst. It couldn’t have come at a better time.

I just finished reading chapters 4 and 5. The discussion is about drifting. Drifting off course. Drifting through life. I found myself writing in the margins of the book “WOW” beside many paragraphs in these two chapters. To say my life has drifted is an understatement. My life derailed. And in SO many ways. From feeling sucker punched in 2016 to people I called family and friends for many years shocking me with their actions. Words sounded nice, but behavior spoke differently. I didn’t make snap decisions based on emotions. Decisions to unfriend, leave and move on were made over time when I realized behaviors weren’t going to change no matter what they ‘said’. These losses come with the territory no matter how differently or evolved we want a situation to be…right?? It still hurts. Like I said – DERAILED.

Chapters 4 and 5 of the book got me thinking…is this how marriages wind up with legal fees and divorce attorneys? All because of drifting? There are so many powerful statements in these chapters regarding drifting: “blinded by the excitement of something different and new”, “drifts happen when we get distracted”, “preoccupied by something that isn’t good for us”, “distractions seem more exciting than the rhythm of the everyday, the boredom of the expected, the ongoing discipline to accomplish something worthwhile”, “distractions will attempt to avert your eyes”, “deception occurs when we’ve grown accustomed to the distraction”. I mean WOW. Lots of thought provoking words here. And all they make me think is – weak.

My favorite line between these two chapters and all of those scary words is, “The antidote for distraction is focus – the choice to pay attention and live aware.” Now this feels strong. Living with intention. Loving with intention. Living well and loving hard is a daily choice. It is not easy to love (and live with) one person, by choice, for all the days you’ve promised them. Life isn’t easy. Listen to me, no really, do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?! Easy Street does NOT exist. Life. Takes. Work.

Each chapter in the book has verses listed at the end. It’s been nice spending time with each verse and marinating in what its meaning is saying to me. One from chapter 5 that caught my attention was in 1 Peter chapter 3 when verse 11 ends with, “Search for peace, and work to maintain it.” I already know Peaceful Way is a place I want to reside for all eternity. I’ve felt peace flit around in my life and I’d like for it to come and stay. It’s a feeling like no other. So how do you make that happen when your life has derailed?

There are questions for each chapter too. When asked about drifting, I could check them all off. I’m definitely in a current ‘drift’. Caught in the minutiae. A feeling of mundane. And I’m so ready for it to end. I’m ready to move on. But this drift is starting to feel like a whirl pool. If it’s not divorce, it’s health. If it’s not health, it’s finances. I mean, hello peace? I’m available!

There have been a lot of encouraging verses all throughout the first part of this book. Right now, all I can do is take a step. Focus on right now. I don’t have all of the answers, but I am aware of my drift. Even just doing this study has felt good for the soul. It’s a step in the right direction. My soul needed it.

As Pinterest says, “At some point you have to let go of what you thought should happen and live in what is happening.” “I stopped waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel and lit it up myself.” although there was a cursive word after lit and in place of it – that rhymes with witch (in case you were wondering). 😉 This definitely is not the life I thought I would be living at 34 years old, but good grief it will become a life I love again – somehow. “Honey I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time.” Thanks, Tay Tay. 😉