A sacred story; a holy journey

     Over the years, I have tagged a lot of what I write with a reminder that our stories are sacred or that we are on a holy journey. I instinctively knew why I used these spiritual descriptions but I wanted to share more so you can consider the thought.  In my focus on Lent, it has become much clearer to me and I will connect those dots shortly. If you do not have a Christian belief, I still encourage you to read through this and see if something may give you a glimmer of hope.

    Let me first put some definition around sacred and holy. Now, these are very close and connected. The way I think about it is the "sacred" is something set apart for God's purposes. We see in Jeremiah 1:5, God says to Jeremiah, "Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you. Before you were born, I set you apart for my holy purposes." So, our stories began before our birth. Our lives are complex and rich with circumstances, challenges, blessings and growth- physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual. Now, in an honest accounting of that, it is often very messy and broken at times.  Our stories are filled with precious moments, relationships, gifts, and experiences but they are also a collection of bad decisions by ourselves and others, broken relationships, sickness and death, and mental health challenges, addiction, and disappointments. In those more difficult times, we often struggle with grief, shame, and fear among other emotions. As I look back at my story, there are so many gifts like family and friends. I got to travel the world and meet and learn from so many special people along the way. And yet in the quiet throughout my life, I have wrestled with emotions from the messier parts. 

    Despite the broken parts, my story and yours are sacred. Our stories started as a divine creation. Your journey is sacred because not only were you set apart, you are loved regardless by the God who is love. He has been with us every step of the way- every chapter and season. He saw the hard things. He saw the unbelief, bad choices, pain and fear. And yet, he chose to be with his children in the valleys and the darkness just as he was there in the mountaintops and the light. Given that he is love and forgiveness. We can leave the hard emotions that burden us behind. We can cling to the fact that we were made for a divine purpose. As Easter approaches, think about laying the burdens that you carry down at the foot of the cross.  We are forgiven.

Isn't that comforting?

    I also often say our journeys are holy. The term holy can refer to the "process" of being set apart in other words, our sanctification. The process by which we learn about God's character, develop faith and reliance, becoming more whole-spirit, mind and body. Richard Rohr referred to it as the process or experience of grace- the essence of God.  And another talked about the ongoing equipping to fulfill God's divine purpose in our lives and those who surround us. God intentionally leads us in paths to connect with others fulfilling their purpose as well. There is more going on than the circumstance or the emotions that burden us. God is working in and through us to help us better understand his character and reflect his glory to a world who needs it desperately. While we have a plans, God has a divine plan and orders our steps just as we saw in Proverbs 16:9. Truthfully, I certainly don't wake up each morning and feel the gift of a holy journey. But I know if I focus more on the fact that we are on a holy journey, it changes my perspective. It will change yours as well.  God is right there with us, guiding and teaching us. His presence and work of grace continues to sanctify us and lead us in our divine purpose. 

Isn't that hopeful?

    For Lent, I have added more time daily to seek God with the expectation that I will be somehow be different at the end. I will have a deeper relationship and understanding of God's character and his love. I fight fear almost on a daily basis and often that fight leads me to self-reliance which honestly leads me to more fear or a sense of being overwhelmed. My life is full of both blessings and hardships. While I have seen his faithfulness in my life, I forget the miracles and forge ahead. Of course, he doesn't turn away from me. He calls me forward and teaches. His Spirit becomes more real when I seek to understand. 

    Today's lesson for Lent referred to the Israelites. God saved them from slavery in Egypt. He did that through miracles. Everyone is familiar with the parting of the Red Sea. Not only did he make a way by opening the sea up, he then let the sea close on their enemies. He was visible every day in the form of a cloud and fire. He fed them what they needed each day. They saw direct evidence of God's power and presence. And yet, they forgot at times that they were on a holy journey. They turned their eyes towards other idols wanting things to happen differently or faster. They forgot the gift of freedom. While, there were times when God corrected them, he never left them. It took 40 years of wandering in the desert before they crossed into the Promise Land. That time wandering was actually a time off testing and trial, a time of learning, and a time to experience God in their midst. It was more than a punishment. It was preparation. It was a holy journey and their sacred story.

       I'll end this with a call to action. Reframe the way you think about your story. Look for God's hand in it. See the miracles and the growth that occurred. Remember the lessons that taught faith, perseverance, courage, forgiveness and love. Accept his grace fully so that you can learn to extend it. In the present, call to mind daily that God is walking that path and guiding you along. You are surrounded by his love. You are on a holy journey.

    It doesn't matter if you are currently living through struggles even ones of your own making. It doesn't matter how far into unbelief you have fallen. It doesn't matter how self-reliant you have become disregarding his power. He will not leave you. I can't say there won't be times when it is so dark that you do not feel his presence. But the real comfort and hope and peace is there for the asking. He promises to answer those who seek him. He hears us even from the bottom of the pit. He is right there by our side.

Lamentations 3:55-58 "I called your name O, Lord, from the depths of the pit. You heard my plea...You came near and said, 'Do not fear.'...You redeemed my life.

Even when it's hard and messy...

God is there. 

Your journey is holy. 

You story is sacred. 

You are set apart. 

Just seek to understand who God is. Call out to him. Believe and you will be redeemed. 

 

Echoes from the well: Purpose rooted in our worth

 Have you ever deeply questioned your purpose in this life. I have been working through this concept of purpose for probably 3 years now. My need to reframe my purpose came as I approached turning 60. My kids were now adults. Work was changing. I knew my family would need me but in different ways. I needed to take better care of myself. And in the quiet of the night, probably the most painful questions focus on how I have invested my time, energy, and gifts over my adult life. Have I made the right choices, been a good parent, built strong foundations of faith, been an encourager to those in my life, served others meaningfully and on and on.

You see we all have a well within. It is where our conscience and the Spirit speak to us but also where the enemy of truth rears its head with deceit. It is from that well that we hear messages. Messages that guide us and messages that discourage us. Messages that bring clarity and messages that create internal chaos. Messages that are light and truth and those that are deceitful and dark. Picture for a moment a well, you could envision a dark and dank hole or a place of danger. Or, you can remember its purpose is life-saving. A place that provides for our greatest physical need. While in Africa, I remember seeing women with big urns or clay pots walking long distances just to get water. They understood the importance of a functioning well and structured their day to get to that life-saving water. Our internal well can be a dark place but has the ability to send us life-saving spiritual messages if we just listen and reinforce truth.

My search for purpose incorporates some fundamental truths. For me, those truths are bringing a new light to this journey. One of things that I have come to believe about this concept of purpose is that it is not a destination but a process of becoming. Becoming who God envisioned us to be even before we were born. Taking all that was instilled in us and what we have learned from our choices and experienced through our life circumstances, we are in a process of becoming who we were called to be. 

Those echoes from the well can spur us along our path or create hesitation or doubt. The echoes of deceit can suggest mistakes are life sentences. Or, we are somehow been disqualified by the very things that make us qualified to love others well. We hear messages quietly which reinforce a world's view rather than the divine view. We can feel that we reflect the darkness of our worst decisions or our most challenging circumstances. We lose sight of the fact that we are on a divine journey to uncover who God intended us to be in this world and to whom we are called to reflect the light of the very character of God 

When we truly believe that and sift through messages from our well focusing on those of truth and light, we begin to see our worth. We can accept and incorporate that we are special and unique. Our journey is not a destination. We are so much more that our circumstances or our worst decisions or even our accomplishments. We don't have to be fully equipped to move forward in a direction that we feel called to. The old saying that God doesn't call the equipped, he equips the called is true. He is taking us on a journey of purpose. He is orchestrating connections. There is so much hope in that.

In Jeremiah 1:5, God's words were, "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart." Just take a moment to contemplate that. The God of the universe intentionally created us. He knew what our journey would be based on what he has planned for us to do. He sets us apart for his good works. We are chosen for a divine assignment. If you can begin to echo those messages, you begin to understand how valuable and worthy you are. You can step into this journey of becoming with confidence and joy. 

Let the echoes from our well drown out the messages that hold us back, with the message of worth and  faith propelling us in this journey of becoming. 

Amen!

Filling the cracks with gold

     As I have written before, I have been anticipating a change for a couple of years now. The catalyst was turning 60. But there was a lot of internal shifting that began long before that birthday. An increasing awareness- awareness that my relationship with my kids was now different. An awareness that time is fleeting and I need to prioritize how I spend it. An awareness that my energy is not limitless and I need to preserve it. An awareness that the ups and downs and the resulting lessons and the myriad of experiences become a part of the journey not the destination. They become a part of who we are. Part of our beauty and depth. 

    Sometimes they hold us back.  The gift, though, that could comes in those experiences is wisdom and an opportunity to move towards our purpose. The opportunity to learn about ourselves and about who God is. An opportunity to honor who he created us to be on this earth- a reflection of his character, his glory in a world that so badly needs it. A holy journey of love and restoration. A spiritual journey.

    That all sounds good and rather deep. doesn't it? The truth is that the journey is hard at times. We often learn to survive but the thriving part is a bit more difficult. We try to be responsible but are challenged to feel we are firmly living life in our purpose. We may even have strong faith. But, we spend time trying to react appropriately to our circumstance behaving in a way that seems aligned with that faith. But, the quiet voices that we listen to may not be pushing us forward to see who we are and what God intended for us. Giving our life's plans over to an eternal plan. A heart response rather than a reaction to external circumstances or expectations. 

    Sometimes those quiet voices remind us of the pain we carry with us or the need to control our world. We feel "less than" or not equipped to be something different or somehow more than we are today. And sometimes, we exist in the in-between. The Spirit pulling us forward and the voice of inadequacy or fear holding us back. A lack of real acceptance that we were uniquely made and have a special place on this earth that no one else can fill. A lack of confidence that we have the strength to step forward into a new season. Or, maybe our faith is lacking a real trust. Stepping into what is unknown to look for what God has known and planned for from the very beginning.

    If I am honest, I am sitting in the "in-between". I feel God moving me forward and helping me see how seasons of my journey are being woven together for something different. Something that allows my empty spaces, my cracks, to be filled with gold for a new beauty like the Japanese repair method, Kintsugi, used for broken pottery. Kintsugi means gold seams. They use this process to take chipped parts of treasured vessels and fills them with gold. The gold bonds the pieces together. 

I am in the process of understanding the cracks and filling them with the gold that comes from understanding of truth, and love, and forgiveness. One of those cracks is that I carry with me a sense of being a nobody.  For no reason that I can explain, I remember from an early age feeling invisible. Even in high school and college while I had alot of dear wonderful friends who love me to this day, I felt the same way the whole time I was in school. I loved them and yet somehow felt hidden behind all the beauty, and fun and wonderfulness of who they were as if I were hanging on their coattails. I thought I had set that feeling aside years ago. And yet, someone's recent reaction to me or rather lack of reaction, left me feeling again invisible or lacking to this person. I did not stay there for long. I have grown somehow in these last 60 years. But, clearly there was a crack that still needed to be filled with gold. In another situation, I had lost my voice in an effort to keep peace.  I needed to acknowledge that my voice counted and express my thoughts and needs. Another crack to filled.

    Somewhere in all of this authentic exploration of the in-between, I am moving from a sense of being a nobody to somebody. Not because I am something special by the world's standards but because I am a child of God. He created me for a purpose he has set aside uniquely for me. He has walked this journey ready to fill the cracks with gold. As he does that, he is healing a broken vessel ready to hold the richness of who he is truth, love, forgiveness, and restoration.

    Please know I share my challenges and my faith journey to be an encouragement to others. I have spent a long time feeling like a nobody rather than a somebody, And really, what I have learned about myself is that I do believe that God will use my journey, my struggles, my gifts and weaknesses to be an encouragement to others who feel more like a nobody or invisible at the moment. Hurting people with cracks that can be filled with gold. The opportunity to share that you are a somebody because you belong to the One who is everything- Truth, Love and Light! There is beauty to be found in the brokenness- a cracked vessel filled with gold. That is the holiness of our journey.

And the journey continues...

There are big transitions in our life stories that are common experiences. Transitions like stages of education, marriage, parenting, empty nests, aging, and retirement. Transitions that are anticipated or chosen and often shared experiences. They may seem like something straightforward that we can prepare for and yet it never really is. We carry with us our own stories and uniqueness like individual coping skills and personality traits that shape how we view the change. Also embedded are the conflicts, trauma, loss, and struggles that are unanticipated but meet us along the way. Our journey is full of sunshine and storms, straight paths and obstacles, impacts from choices and external circumstances. There are gifts to be found through it all even the hardships. Sometimes though, we are so focused on the struggle we fail to see the gifts.

For some reason, I have felt inadequate for as long as I can remember and that has impacted my experiences and choices along the way. There have been pivotal experiences that I carry with me, My family had a series losses when I was eight. We continued forward but I remember the grief that permeated that time. I had wonderful friends in college and never expected to lose someone precious to me the year after graduation. I got married at 22 naive and expecting the fairy tale which never materialized and was replaced with hurt and divorce. My youngest children experienced serious health crises before they even made it to 1st grade. And, my oldest after a series of his own health crises at 17 is left with addiction and now recovery in the aftermath. As a parent who didn't anticipate her own struggles, I certainly didn't anticipate the level of fear and sense of inadequacy that would come from trying to protect my own babies.

There are seasons. And even within seasons, there are chapters. Chapters that sneak up on you. Circumstances you never expected. Outcomes that leave you bruised or broken. Coping skills that may have served a purpose in your early years but fail to benefit you down the road. Feelings hidden in layers of facade until you cannot hide them anymore or they make you emotionally or physically sick. Chapters characterized by the weight of our burdens. The grief that comes from missed expectations or betrayal and loss. Choosing to respond rather than react when those hard chapters come takes work.

Turning 60, I anticipated transition. I have worked to prepare for it. Yet, there are the chapters within this season that are causing me to do the really hard work. To assess what burdens and emotions I continue to carry forward. To address the feelings of inadequacy and fear that have plagued my life. The last few weeks I have felt overwhelmed by the needs that surround me. I have struggled with that. A series of conversations with family, friends and work colleagues reminded me that we all have our struggles. I was at dinner by myself at a local bistro on Friday night. It was already busy at 5:30. I watched the faces across the room. I passed a woman walking outside clearly on an intense work call. She came in a few minutes later and sat with her friends. Only to walk out two more times on a phone call. The stress showed on her face. I saw an older woman (older than me!) sitting by herself eating. She looked sad and uncomfortable. I saw the woman who runs the bar and remembered a conversation several months ago. She was a single mom and talked about the challenges of making sure her baby sitters were in place at night when she worked. I wondered how her week had been. My waitress who was outgoing responded to my comment about how busy it was so early. Her comment was how happy she was to see the customers as the night before it had been surprisingly very slow. It was hard when you could not count on steady tips. The struggles of life.

I have wrestled with how to deal with the daily struggles and the hard chapters. I was reminded of the first lesson from a book I was reading- The Top Five Regrets of the Dying. While the title may sound morbid, the book was quite uplifting and a reminder of the choices we always have even at the darkest of times. One comment was the ability to surrender control of outcomes. Surrender could have the connotation of giving up. But surrendering control of that which we do have control of nor ever will is courageous. It can be liberating and allow you to focus on intentions that matter. Free up that space that the struggle consumes to allow you to not only receive love and support from others but to give it. Control is often a protection mechanism but instead it impacts our relationships and prevents us from really living in the present. So, sometimes simply accepting our circumstances allows us to live in them. Freedom to receive the gifts still available.

It reminded me of the story of Jacob wrestling with God through the night. He had lived a life of struggles.  One restless night in the desert, he was met with a stranger (God). He wrestled throughout the night demanding a blessing. He could not overcome the stranger though. Finally, God touched his hip and he could not longer wrestle. In that moment when he was left with nothing but surrender, he was ready to be blessed. I think back to other times of struggle. It was in the moments after I surrendered control when I could receive the blessings within the struggle. God told us to be still, stop struggling, and know that he is God. I can say now that while I would not have chosen the hard chapters, I have benefited from those struggles. My faith has grown. My empathy is deep. I survived hard times not on my strength alone but actually when I came to the end it- surrender.

The other gift to be grasped that is foundational to managing the hard times is to remember your value as a child of God. You were created with purpose and capacity to be love. You are worthy of love. It is not contingent on performance. Your path is about learning who you are and your relationship to the creator. Certainly we make wrong choices but we are more than our worst choice. Regret and guilt should be laid down. Others betray or hurt us; but, their behavior is not an indictment of our value. Bitterness and shame can be left behind. The great hope of the gospel is that we were loved enough that God sent his own son to take the burden of all our struggles, our choices and brokenness that comes from others. Mercy, forgiveness, grace and our value to God was on full display at the cross. It is the very place we can go to surrender the pain.

Our emotions are human. We have natural reactions but we can choose to respond differently to our struggles. We can surrender our outcomes in humility. We can know that there are gifts to be found in the hard times. Even in the loneliest of times, we can trust God has not left us. For all our pain or inadequacies, we are loved. Our burdens can be left at the foot of the cross. His power is sufficient for any circumstances we find ourselves experiencing. That is the freedom that allows us to stop struggling and accept the blessings intended. Our purpose becomes a heavenly purpose as our story unfolds and allows us to connect to others who are struggling. Strength is shared from weakness.

2 Corinthians 12:9-10 "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties.  For when I am weak, then I am strong."

If you have a burden from which you continue to bear the weight , leave it at the foot of the cross. If you can't find a way, pray that another person will walk you there and remind you that there is freedom waiting. In weakness, there is strength to be found. And the journey continues...

The path to 60 is now the path of 60!

 Well, it has now come and gone…that dreaded birthday. The one I have been ruminating about and preparing for. Here I am 3 days into being 60. The reality is nothing really changed- sun comes up and goes down. I am still stiff in the morning but that passes quickly. I am still drinking coffee in the early hours, answering emails all day, and sweeping the days dog hair in the evenings. It is in many ways just a number as so many of my birthday notes reminded me. 

And yet for me, it is more than that. I am introspective by nature. I often write about our stories in terms of seasons. I took a walk the morning of my birthday and was reminded of how things ebb and flow. I didn’t listen to a podcast as I usually do. I wanted to be quiet and present, listening to the sounds and seeing the beauty. My neighbors have beautiful landscaped yards. As I was walking, I noticed that one house that has a whole bed in the spring filled with tulips was now cleaned up with new pine straw. The time for those tulips was gone. A few houses still had pansies which lasted a little longer this year because it hasn’t been that hot yet. But they are also on their way out. But there was new life coming. I could smell the blooming ligustrum and some honeysuckle. The day lilies were blooming every where and new begonias and impatiens had been planted. I even saw my favorite thing- a baby bunny. It was a new season and a perfect picture to me that day, that a new season was beginning. 

I heard a speaker a couple of weeks ago talking about how you encourage people in transition and change. Often we focus on the challenge or the loss or even the behavioral requirement that comes with change. With aging, this is a natural route especially for women experiencing empty nests, post menopausal weight, and increasing laugh lines. Life is changing with often a sense of loss. His rebuttal to that was that we should really start with the possibilities to come. It made me think about the myriad of verses in the Bible that touch on the topic of possibilities- like nothing is impossible or everything is possible with God. For me, (and this may be a distinction without a difference) the first version using the word impossible feels more confined to my imagination or desires. Somehow, everything is possible seems more open to the breadth of  God- things beyond my simple imagination. A sacred plan. Sacred possibilities…

I have been doing work with a personal coach in anticipation of this birthday and the days after. She reminded me that one of the gifts of our stories at this age is wisdom. I had read a book, From Strength to Strength earlier this year by a social scientist named Arthur Brooks. It touched on intelligence. In our younger days we have the ability to cultivate more facts, think flexibly and solve unique problems. It’s called fluid intelligence. But as we age and our brain evolves, our intellect develops into crystallized intelligence- simply put wisdom. From his further writings, he provides that most radical discoveries and works of art happened at early ages- 20s to early 30s. Many struggled then to find that next great discovery for the rest of their lives. But, others saw the place they could teach, encourage and provide wise counsel that brought even greater gifts and certainly renewed purpose. 

So, here I am with a lot of life experience including accomplishments, great blessings, and significant disappointments. With all of that comes wisdom. All of us have that. At some point, we have to open up to the possibilities of how God may use that in a world desperate for healing. So, as I anticipated this birthday, I began to put some words down that are my hope for the decade of the 60s. I thought I would share it as my own accountability process and maybe some twinkle of hope for someone else searching for purpose later in life.

Fundamental to my work is the knowledge that we all want to feel seen, heard, supported and valued. Secondly, I am compelled by an inner knowing, the Spirit, that my purpose is not diminishing at this stage but calling me forth to a new season of God’s possibilities.

Based on that, here are my areas of hope and focus…

Claim and pursue a deep understanding of my value and focus on the gifts and opportunities as God’s child and creation 

Build memories with my family honoring the natural evolution of those relationships

Experience laughter and love with the friendships of a lifetime 

Create beauty and peace through being present, in my surroundings, with my health and through my gifts

 And lastly, Serve my community leveraging my gifts, experiences, and passions to encourage others     bringing hope and light to those who need it.

Here in this decade of the 60s, my personal mission is to pursue my purpose and engage with those who God places in my path with love, grace, and gratitude in the hope of reflecting my faith and being a voice of encouragement so others feel seen, heard, supported and valued. I am trusting God and the words of his son… Matthew 19:26 Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible but with God all things are possible.”

For any others who may be struggling with a sense of purpose. Embrace the possibilities. Trust that your experience has brought wisdom. There has been  preparation for your next season. 

God is not done with us yet. We are still on a sacred journey…

Here’s to the sixties with new anticipation!🥂

   

 

 

                

 

  

Path to 60: Following God into the unknown

 There are three messages that I often embed in my writing…

• We are created for a unique purpose…Our journeys are the process through which our purpose on this earth is fulfilled 
• Gods walks that journey in and through us. He exists within, behind, before and to the side
• Our journeys are sacred connected to God and set aside for his purposes 

The other thing embedded in all of these is how God uses our circumstances, our friends, even our bodies and that quiet voice within to strengthen us and urge us forward and teach us about ourselves and our creator. Yesterday, it was the quiet voice that began to speak to me in an unexpected way teaching me an unexpected truth. A truth about my transforming relationship with God. It happened as some simple words from Sunday’s sermon caught hold and the voice of God illuminated an insight about my relationship with God throughout my life.

As a child, I was in church all the time. I went to elementary school there, Wednesday night church and often twice on Sundays. I learned a lot about God. I was taught the stories of the Bible. Seeds were planted and I believed. I always have. At least as a child and through my young adult years, I understood at a very basic level the breadth of God. The holiness of who he is and the gift found in the cross. He felt big, merciful  and honestly distant and separate. What I didn’t grasp was that he wanted a personal relationship with me or even the breadth of his love for me, the individual. And yet, I knew my faith was sacred. I knew the character of God from behind at his roots with humankind. I learned about him from the history we have documented through the stories of the Bible. Looking backwards was the genesis of my faith. Those years were sacred. 

As an adult, I followed the plan. I finished college, got married, started working, and began a family. I followed the natural steps at least as I believed was the normal expectation. And then life threw some warning signs and on same days and even seasons real roadblocks came hard. I had time on the mountaintop, things to celebrate, blessings and gifts. But I also faced much to my surprise deep disappointments and pain from broken relationships, a sense of inadequacy to care for my children and fear for our well-being as our family fractured. So, those seeds planted in my early years began to sprout. I had to be brought to the end of my abilities, my strength, my sense of worth before I had no place but to turn to God. It was at those times, I learned reliance. I sought comfort. I began to understand that not only was he present in the heights, the very places I learned gratitude and experienced feelings of happiness and

of deep joy. But he was also in the depths of despair. There, I experienced his unconditional love. I was now engaged in a personal relationship with God and could see his grace shed on me. I looked to my side and grabbed hold of the relationship. He became close and real in the seasons of life- the complicated and simple, the dark and the light, and the tears and laughter. It was with him, I learned to navigate all of those.

Here I am approaching 60. It’s not so much the number but a time of shifts- shifting relationships and priorities. Everywhere I look, it seems there is change on the horizon. The change isn’t fully clear. And so, I am looking within. Listening to the Spirit as I feel the urge to move forward. Unmet dreams have resurfaced. A desire to not react to life but proactively pursue my purpose. I am paying attention to my body’s response. I am learning to be still and allow the Spirit to speak to me. I’ve come to understand that I have lived a lifetime in fight or flight. Reacting to the world’s plan, others’ choices, and a life of responsibilities. And, my body is saying enough. And yet the future seems unclear, unknown in many ways.

So, yesterday some simple words about people following Jesus into Palm Sunday stirred me. They knew he was special. He was a healer. Some even thought he was the Messiah. While he came in on a donkey, it wasn’t the triumphal entry of a king taking his rightful place would make, they followed. They had no idea the sacrifice and the gift of forgiveness that was to come. The glory to be revealed was not understood. And yet, they followed Jesus into the unknown. The eyes of Jesus were also on God’s plan. He understood the sacrifice and yet he followed. There is such hope in that. The act of following rooted in trust that something quite special and life changing was on the horizon. I thought to myself here I am at a season where I am being called forward. Why would I not simply follow? It is still easier said than done. The unknown feels risky. But everything that God has taught me says he is worthy to be trusted. 

Yes, I can look back and understand his character. I could look to the side and see his presence. And I can look within and hear his voice calling me to follow. He is leading me into my future, the continued steps in the evolution of my purpose. So, if I believe what I say I believe- that we are created uniquely for a purpose set aside by God and that he has walked the path with me always sustaining and preparing me for that very purpose, what is keeping me from following him into the unknown? I am not sure I can answer but to say that I believe God is now teaching me to follow his lead. In the past, he has allowed some doors to be closed, blessed my choices in many ways and sustained me as I worked to sustain others. He stayed by my side. Just maybe, now he is saying just keep your eyes on me and follow. I have new things for which you have been set aside to do. That is real trust and faith lived out.

There is beauty to be found in the unknown. The sacred journey continues…

.

The Path to 60: What internal soundtracks are playing?

It’s hard to believe it’s been two months since the last post and now two months closer to this next big birthday. A birthday symbolic of entering a new season, certainly a new decade. The truth is I entered this new season well before this birthday will come. I have lived in anticipation or perhaps dread for awhile. You see, the changes have been underway for some time. Children building independent lives. Loved ones experiencing health challenges. My own loss of confidence in my physical appearance or sense of physical strength. Even my sense of purpose has felt diminished and unclear. 

The narrative playing in my head was driven out of a sense of loss and a lack of clarity. I began to wrestle with fear. Those messages began to replay over and over. I heard author, Jon Acuff, speak recently about “broken soundtracks”. He was actually talking about teenagers and negative self-talk. His advice to confront these negative messages was to ask the following questions:

Is it true? Is it kind? Is it helpful?

I have read similar approaches to evaluating how we talk to one another. I have even challenged myself before on the the truth of my own narrative. Maybe even asked myself if certain self-talk was helpful or rather was it creating fear or distraction. But I don’t think I have been asking myself if I am treating myself kindly through my own self narrative. Maybe it’s being a mother or father, a wife or husband or even a boss. We have spent so much time encouraging others through change, we haven’t focused on the same for ourselves. 

So, here I am in the midst of change, approaching a new season- shifting roles, physical aging, redefining my purpose. And in order to combat my own subtle messaging focused on loss or fear, I have to remind myself of what I truly believe. I believe that life is sacred. Our journeys are sacred also. I believe we are creations of God with a purpose here in this world. That alone is the basis of our worth. Lastly, I believe we are both loved and loveable. 

And yet, sometimes my inner dialogue doesn’t reinforce those beliefs. Fear sneaks in and those messages undermine my fundamental beliefs. That self-imposed deception casts a shadow that can hide the hope that exists in the opportunity a new season brings. We don’t focus on the gift of time to explore who we are as God’s creation and the depth of God’s love found in pursuit of our purpose here on earth. We may not recognize the impact that can be created through our lives found in the wisdom gained and the knowledge of God’s character experienced through our journey. It is why each season is sacred. It is why we need to replace those “broken soundtracks”. 

I have been working with a personal coach on a project that I would like to take on. At some point early in that conversation, I questioned whether I had anything to contribute of value to others. She said simply, “you have your wisdom”. A lifetime of experiences creates insight and empathy. Wisdom to be shared. Since that time, what my narrative has switched to is what I have to give which is my energy, my time, and my wisdom found through experiences. So, when negative thoughts rise to the surface and especially to those of us approaching a new season, a big birthday, ask yourself is it true? Does it reflect what you believe? Are you so caught in the loss of one role, that you cannot see the opportunities that can be found in a new or evolving role. Is it helpful? Does it hold you back or propel you forward towards your purpose in this season. Finally, is it kind? Do you treat yourself with grace and love? Do you reinforce your worth through the quiet messages you tell yourself? 

Yes, our lives are changing. We will experience some loss and maybe even grief. And yet, I believe with all my heart that God is calling us forward. He is calling us towards our purpose which is a journey not a destination. Our purpose doesn’t slam shut at 60. Our depth becomes our compelling beauty. The internal beauty can outshine the external changes.  And as long as we still have breath, we are still on that journey. We have precious time, energy and wisdom to contribute. There will be opportunities to be blessed and to bless. Through thoughtful evaluation, prayers, or meditation, we can recognize those broken soundtracks and replace them with messages of love, worth, faith and hope. We can grow forward. We evolve our purpose and still have valuable impact in the lives around us. That is not contingent on any one role other than perhaps being a child of God. And, we can experience God more fully and live our lives reflecting that back to those who surround us. 

We are on a sacred journey… So, let our soundtracks reflect that!