Seasons change.  With that change, there can be pain, there can be hurt, there can be heartache.  We may experience anxiety and trepidation as we sense the impending transition.  Our instinct may be to shy away or retreat to our own comfortable space, where things are safe.  Is that what we actually need to do though?

What if God is calling us against doing just that?  What if He is calling us out of our comfort zones, calling us out from our caves on the cliffs?  What if, instead of retreating in fear, He wants us to lean in with hopeful expectations of what He can and will do?  At the very least, what if we lean in with curiosity and faith – trusting that He really does have everything under control?

That unknown though.  It can be a scary place.  We, generally speaking, like control and to know what’s going to happen next.  We want to know what happens at the end of the book, the last part of the movie.  The unknown is a blank void, the loudest quiet place in the middle of the vast sea – creatures and God knows what else lurking beneath the surface.

Color me guilty.  It’s easy for me to deal with anyone else’s confrontation all day long.  Mine?  No, thank you.  Hard pass.  Depending on the situation, I would rather slink down and let things play out without my intervention or involvement.  That, or I abandon the situation altogether.

To clarify… my lack of involvement shouldn’t be mistaken for apathy or laziness.  Again, it’s quite the opposite and stems from feelings of being overwhelmed and not knowing what will happen next.  I might mess up.  I might fail or fall.  Someone might see that I am *gasp* less than perfect.  My true self may end up being less than what others perceive.  Letting others in and being vulnerable creates space for me to be rejected and abandoned as has happened MANY times before.  I freeze.  I retreat.  I lean out.

This is wrong.  I am one who craves accountability.  I crave knowing that the opportunity to take on new challenges, new roles, to lead and learn and step up…  Why then do I retreat?  It is such a conflicting place to be.


The answer is easy.  My fear is bigger than my faith when I lean out and don’t heed His call or His word.  “But… I’m a ‘good Christian’, right?”  Sure… whatever that means.  I’m also human.  We’ve all had situations we’ve faced where leaning out has felt safer than leaning in.

That couldn’t be further than the truth though.  Our greatest safety net is held by the One who holds the whole universe in His very hands.  When we lean out, we make more room for the world and for ourselves to take control and make mistakes instead of giving it all to our perfect and sovereign God.  Leaning out leaves room for doubt.  Lean in.  It sounds easy, but why then is it so difficult to actually do?

be still

The Bible tells us to “be still” and know that He is God.  It doesn’t say to shy away, retreat, or to take matters into our own hands.  We are told to trust, to listen.  Do we question God?  Sure, at times.  We’re human.  Do we doubt God?  Maybe.  That’s a toughie.  There’s a BIG difference between questioning and doubting God.

Regardless, this is where faith can step in and make a difference, if we choose to let it.  Yes, we have to invite faith into our lives.  It doesn’t just happen naturally.  Just as we have to open our hearts to Jesus, we must do the same with faith.

It isn’t always easy, the path can be a difficult one to follow – but trusting Him with our lives here on Earth makes way for an eternal life full of unimaginable joy.  So, while I can guarantee it won’t always be simple, it will always be worth it.  Give faith a chance and lean in.  Step out of your isolated caves and shadows.  Lean into His love and boundless grace.

The seasons will change.  Transitions will occur.  Things of this earth are impermanent.  One thing remains the same though… God.  His word, his love for us.  He is our constant in an ever-changing world.  That is something to count on.

Lean in.  Be still.

Parenting: Transforming big fear into bigger faith


Soak that in for a minute.

“Let your faith be BIGGER than your fear.”

When my friend JUST posted this moments ago on her facebook page; I thought, “PERFECT”!  God’s so cool with His impeccable timing.  If we listen for that still, small voice… It’s there.  We just have to slow downlook, and listen.  Thank you friend for posting this!

“Let your faith be BIGGER than your fear.”

In order to allow our faith to be BIGGER, we have to figure out what our fear is.  What’s yours?  Sure, we all have the general same fears.  Put a random spider near me and I’ll throw down more advanced martial arts moves than Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan, and Chuck Norris could ever achieve in their lifetime of martial arts studies!

Nah, I’m not talking about that kind of fear.

I’m talking about the REALLY scary stuff.

You know… like “Will I ever feel good enough?”  “How can I provide for my family?”  “Am I doing the right things as a parent?”

That last one.  “Am I doing the right things as a parent?”  Ouch.  This one is a biggie for me.  Again, I’ll refer back to previous blog posts for a bit more information why it’s a biggie.

Of course I hope to do the right things.  The best things.

But I think there’s a better way to phrase that question to where it’s not even a question at all.

Let’s try this on for size.

“God, help me.  Help me seek YOUR will as I make parenting decisions.  Give me peace and a calm, loving, and forgiving heart at all times.  Our lives are in YOUR hands.  Thank you for trusting me to be a parent and for blessing me with this precious gift of life.  Thank you for showing me what a heart of sacrifice looks like.  I love you.  Amen”

Much better.  Lengthier, but better.

God wants us to call out to Him.  He’s here through the awesome and not-so-awesome times.  He’s cool like that.

Parenting can be messy.

I’m talkin’ red spaghetti sauce in the hair, up the nose, on the wall, on the white dog’s head because she has zero depth perception when the kid drops food kind of messy.

How’s that for some imagery, y’all?

It also hurts.

Consistency is very important in parenting in more ways than one.  Kids crave it.  They aren’t going to say, “please mom, serve me some more consistency please”, but they need it.  Consistency is more than establishing routines.  It establishes safety, security, healthy attachment.

Then it should be easy, right?


Our kids’ hearts get sad.  We get sad.  It’s easy to give in.  Appease the situation momentarily.  It really goes back to the whole “give a man a fish…” proverb.

“Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day.  Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.”


Teaching.  Scaffolding.  They go hand in hand.  Model the behavior you wish to see.  Your children will build themselves up and learn to self-regulate their own emotions and behaviors.  It’s very cool to see.  Not always easy to do.

Okay, so why all the parenting talk?

This past week has been rough in some ways.  Not all, but some.  Again, there’s that optimist comin’ out!

We have had super frigid temps and snow, so we have had several days together at home all together.  NOT complaining.  I love being at home with my family and would do it full-time if able to do so financially.  Of course, this brings about a few stressors.  Cabin fever.  Issues with returning to daycare after lots of family time.  Plus, when there are other stressful situations, we sometimes have associated feelings that cloud our thoughts and slam that faith door shut.

Those who REALLY know me know that I’ve often had to be a parent to my own biological mom, both as a child and much more frequently as of recent.  I spoke to my former guardian who received a message from my mom (mom doesn’t have my phone number).  Mom needed assistance as she has needed before.  Without giving every detail… it was one of those give a fish or teach to fish situations.  Unfortunately, she hasn’t been able to be taught this particular life skill and it has been very seriously detrimental to her well-being.  She’s only 49 and is not in the best mental or physical health.  I advised my former guardian to call DHR (Department of Human Resources), which is like DSS (Department of Social Services) in Virginia for those in Alabama.  I told her that I would make a follow-up call.

I work in mental health.  I know that it is historically more how do I say… tedious for DHR/DSS to get involved with adults than it would be for children.  So many guidelines, criteria, etc. for agency involvement.

So, my former guardian called.  I was given the name and number of the APS worker assigned to mom.  I called immediately and left a message.  After a bit of phone tag on Thursday, we finally connected and discussed mom’s situation in depth.  Again, I can explain more in person but out of respect, will not post all details online.  I explained my fears for her well-being in regard to falls, health issues, lack of self-advocacy skills, and poor decision-making ability.

That was enough to have a case opened.

That was fast.

Good, I know.

But think about this…

I’ve had to make these calls for my clients.  It’s not an enjoyable phone call, but is necessary when someone’s well-being is in question.  I get that.

But having to call about your own parent?



Yep, like that pain that happens when you rip a band-aid off.

Only worse.

It’s just one of those things in nature that shouldn’t have to happen, ever.

I cried and cried.

I’m pretty sure I lost a contact while doing so, because when I tried to take them out later that night… I discovered one was just not there.  I did get a really awesome red eye effect though because I kept trying to get the non-existent contact out.

My heart ached.

But… I HAD to have faith.  I HAD to have my amazing, awesome God hold my hand through calling the DHR caseworker and talking with her.  I was blessed to have family (husband/former guardian) support.  But what I NEEDED was to have FAITH.  That amazing, reassuring feeling that can only come from God to let me know that HE’S GOT THIS!  Mom’s phones are out of minutes, so I couldn’t even let her know.

My heart aches because I know my mom values her independence like whoa.  It’s not likely that it’ll get fully taken away, but I don’t know how the whole investigation will turn out.  I have to have FAITH.

This was Thursday.

I also had a VERY stressful work email that I quite frankly couldn’t deal with at the time since I had just called protective services on my own mother.

Keelyn, our 5 year old daughter, had a rough day back to daycare.  Again, she had been home since Friday evening.  She likes being at home.  She enjoys school too though.  Anyway, she had been pretty upset all morning long.  I’m so thankful that she has loving, caring teachers to be patient with her and who are so concerned and just flat out awesome.

I know it had to do with being at home, but that doesn’t make it easier.

I talked to her midday on the phone and encouraged her to find something positive about school and let her know that it’s hard for mommy and daddy to go back to work after being at home for extra days too.  We discussed what she could do when upset, etc.

So, I get home and wait for the rest of the crew to get here.

Keelyn immediately asks to play with my phone.  I’m cool with electronics and all, but in moderation.  We’ve not really moderated it a ton BEFORE…  So this was a big upset in her sweet little heart.  I offered options, nope.  Even said “no”.  Nope.

It was heart-wrenching.

She was upset, but again… moderation is so important.  As mentioned way above, so is consistency.  No giving in at this particular moment.  She also knows we have a sort of “3 strike rule”.  3 strikes for non-awesome behavior and no TV.  Well, that happened.  She was trying to grab at her TV and it became an issue of safety.  It’s a small TV, but could still hurt a foot if dropped on anyone, so I took it and put it in the van.

That went well.  Not.

2 1/2 hours of crying, yelling, screaming.  No.  Shrieking.

That was new.

She’s so very sensitive.

My husband tried calming her.  Nope.

It was VERY crystal clear that we were in this storm for the long haul.

I cried right along with her a lot of the time.  I kept my voice calm, because really… when does yelling REALLY help?  I mean like really, REALLY help in these kinds of situations?

We finally ended the night by me holding my phone and allowing her to watch 3 videos right before bed.  Needless to say, she was tired.

This was a moment where I felt in constant prayer.  I NEEDED my awesome God to be beside me because my girl was very sad and I wanted to APPROPRIATELY make it right.

He encouraged me to ride out the storm.  I called on Him when needed and He was there each time to help me navigate those tumultuous waters.  (Thank you God!)

It was a very tough evening.

Allowing Keelyn to express how she felt (safely), while knowing mommy and daddy were both there for her was the best thing that we could have done.

No judgment on her.  Just freely allowing her to safely express her feelings.  She

The cuddles and talk at the end of the night were all worth it.

I could have been more antagonistic and could have yelled (I’ve been guilty of this and HATE IT!), could have more easily given in to letting her have my phone, iPad, or her TV.

How would that help?

Where would that put my faith?

It makes my daily walk all about ME instead of me learning to trust HIM.

That makes my faith self-centered instead of Christ-centered.

The result of the situation would be more about what I accomplished and what I could control instead of surrendering and submitting to Him.  My daughter would have seen anger instead of acceptance.  Hatred instead of love.

Pretty much the opposite of what God is and what God does.

Thanking Him for those tough lessons can be humbling and it probably should be.  Was Jesus’ life here on earth easy?  Nope.

Faith can be messy.  Much like parenting.

The cool thing?  God is always there to help us wipe up the messes of life.  Huh… He’s like the Quilted, Quicker, Picker-Upper.  Cool!  We just have to trust Him to be able to help us and know that it takes crazy faith to know that He can handle the biggest of messes, the scariest of fears.  Another cool thing?  He wants us to learn and grow.  He’s there when we have our tantrums and is that calm, loving parent.

It’s true though.

Think about it!

I leave you with this song.  “Always” by Seventh Day Slumber.  It’s beautiful.  Though it’s more geared toward a father/son relationship… it is EASILY relevant for a mother/son, mother/daughter, caregiver/child relationship.

Even when I’m far away
I will dream of you tonight
I will pray to God to bless your life
Always, always
As you grow and start to change
I will love you just the same
Always, always

And when you feel like giving up
I will walk you through the pain
And when you feel like life’s too much
Remember Jesus is your strength

“Always” by Seventh Day Slumber

Step out on the edge…

It’s been the year of the hurricane, folks.  At least it has for me!  It’s also been a time of me trusting and stepping out on that edge – having that faith… being *vulnerable*.  It can be an uncomfortable feeling, but hey – faith can be messy.  It can be difficult and evoke feelings that make us want to run in the opposite direction.  

For me, it’s what I do in that situation that defines my faith.  To whom am I listening?  What are my intentions?  What am I afraid of?  Why?

I suppose I should provide some backstory.

*Clears throat*

I’ll start with the last 3 months of 2012 into the new year…  My marriage was put to the test – big time.  Very big time.  The “why” isn’t as important as the “what did you do about it”.  Well, we stuck it out.  Fought TOGETHER through some battles and came out victorious.  There are still little skirmishes pertaining to this war, but the God we serve is greater than anything that can be thrown at us.  I will say that I had a lot of support during this time which was wonderful and so appreciated, so very appreciated.  Another big blessing during this time was our worship family at church.  Man, those people are a BLESSING!  No joke there!  I can say for me that God leads us to places that we need to be at His exact timing.  I kept the happenings at home pretty tight-lipped as far as details go, but still felt such love and sincere, earnest prayer for those who knew anything about the situation.  

Moving along…  

I was working in an AWESOME position as a mental health clinician with a local agency.  I loved my clients, my co-workers were awesome, and everything was going okay – even during the home drama stuff.  Fast forward to May.  My work-world was rocked.  This was just after the home-world was rocked and the storm had calmed.  So May, things weren’t great with work.  There were some *ahem* changes to the budget and my position (along with another team member) was no longer in the budget funding.  

Oh, great.

I had no idea what to do.  At that point, I was the “breadwinner” for the family.  Well, all hope was not lost.  I was offered a lateral position change in a different section of the agency.  I met with the manager there and though he was an incredibly nice guy… I didn’t have PEACE about it.  I had such great anxiety that it felt as if an elephant were sitting on my chest.  Long story made shorter(ish), I’d miss Sunday church 2 – 3 times a month, miss our marrieds group, miss some Wednesdays, Shannon would have had to give up his participation in a VERY HELPFUL men’s support group at church, and I wouldn’t get a chance to participate in an area of church that I had been (and still am!) praying about.  

I emailed the manager and expressed my convictions.  He understood.  I was prepared to not have a job.  Very scary stuff.  So, because things weren’t very stable with what I’d be doing… I made the choice to leave.  I went into private practice for a brief amount of time.  I had a friend at the private agency who moved into another role and there was space for me. I prayed… HARD about this position and it was meant to be – even if only for a short amount of time.  Again, no details on the “what happened” are super necessary to this.  

The important thing is… I stepped out.  WAY out on a ledge of faith.  I was meant to be where I was for a reason.  

I left and began working part-time at my children’s daycare to help with cost and plus – they’re just AWESOME there.  I’d worked here previously.  We’re a big family!  🙂  

So, now… I have been applying and interviewing elsewhere more closely related to my degree.  That’s cool, but like I said… my current job is pretty awesome.  I get along with everyone (no, really!) and it’s just a big ball of positivity.  That makes the decision to leave so very difficult…  It’s no easier the second time around.  

I was offered a position at the agency I left back in July.  Cool, right?  Right.  I’d be working with children and adolescents who have Intellectual Disabilities – very cool indeed.  Plus, I’d get to have some outpatient counseling clients to help with licensure.  I’d get sweet benefits… the insurance is probably a good 10 times better than the pointless policy we have now.  Vacation time… yada yada.  However, I’d lose my staff discount for daycare (womp womp) – which makes the salary change almost equal.  

So, tonight I will probably get very little sleep weighing the options  I have to make.  Oh situational anxiety, how I loathe thee!

Another good leap o’ faith was the choice to audition for a play.  I LOVE acting.  Growing up in rural Alabama, there was little opportunity for me to participate due to lack of theatre activity and my crazy childhood.  That’s another post, friends.  So anyway, I auditioned with Open Air Shakespeare (holla!) for their production of The Winter’s Tale and got a part!  Not only a part, but THE part I wanted.  Double holla!  

Next leap of faith in progress is to audition for my fantastic church’s even more fantastic worship team.  Yeah, we’ll see how that goes!  But… that’s just that inner negative voice speaking up.  I’ve done vocal ensembles before… no biggie.  It’s the audition part that weirds me out.  More on that later.  I should audition late December/early January.  

This was a ridiculously long post… sorry about that!

God is doing SO much in my life and I am going to start to reap the benefits of my faith seeds that were sown.  

We all have our hurricane… be it job loss, marital issues, finances, child stress… whatever.  The important thing to remember is that we always have the opportunity to step out and trust that He will be there to catch us and protect us from the wind, the stinging rain, the painful hail…  We are NEVER alone and always have a loving God standing with us, ready to face the storm right along with us, willing to help guide us through.

“It’s never too late
Never too far
For you to reach out

And take ahold of love.”

-Natalie Grant “Hurricane”