Tuesday, February 11, 2025

The long path through medical injury and recovery


 For the few that read to the end of this, it's a long one. This is not a prescriptive story of what I think you should do or even that I think what I did was the best path, it is just a descriptive story of what I actually went through.  On the other side of it I would have done so many things different, but this is where I was at stumbling along a hard path. The past four years have been really challenging for our family mainly due to my health.  I've never fully outlined all that I went through to try to heal and get out of pain, so I'd like to do a more bullet point outline of the journey so you can get a fuller picture of what we endured.  

    In July 2021 I suddenly stopped sleeping for 7 days. I visited the ER,  a couple sleeping pills later and I barely slept 3 hours and continued 3 more days without sleep.  Another visit to the ER and a higher dose of medication and a recommendation to see psychiatrist for the insomnia.  We found Amen Clinics in Atlanta with a wait time until October and a recommendation to wean off the medicine with our primary care doctor before receiving SPECT brain scans at the Amen Clinics in order to get a more accurate read.  It took 8 weeks to wean off the medicine (one of the hardest things my body went through at the point).  I had developing head and neck pain and remembered just before the insomnia I had hit the back of my neck on our hard wood floor, losing my balance trying to get up off the floor.  

I was receiving chiropractic care to help with the pain. The psychiatrist had several findings the main being chronic PTSD, generalized anxiety and obviously insomnia from emotional trauma (my mother had passed the year prior and I had my 2nd child and was experiencing some postpartum and grief at the same time amongst several other distressing situations). He also believed that there were biomedical factors such as possible mold exposure, heavy metal toxicity, mild head trauma and recommended working with a natural path doctor to explore those findings.  He also recommended therapy and EMDR for trauma processing.  He put me on several supplements to support the brain, and I went to a natural path that did a hair analysis test and my psychiatrist ordered a blood test for mold and full hormone panels.  The natural path thought the mold was my issue and put me on the Kozner diet where I lost a lot of weight due to all its restrictions.  Later the mold test was negative and not an issue, but we had already gone down that road and purchased expensive air filters and did the diet regimen. All my blood tests were normal  and eventually I ended up on 53 supplements a day for a time.  Quite excessive now that I look back.  A lot of this was excessive and therefore ended up causing me a lot of fear, medical trauma and pain. When you are in a lot of pain you want desperately to get out of that pain and anyone who promises that you can become open to. 

    I had already began with a therapist before seeking psychiatry. When the EMDR recommendation came we started doing that every week and it had the opposite affect on me and started to pull up trauma and my sleep continued to suffer and be erratic.  It became a bit of a lottery as to whether I would sleep any given night.  Without sufficient sleep it wasn't wise to keep digging into trauma via EMDR, but we didn't realize that at the time. We were just vulnerable and desperate to get better, and trusted the doctors and professionals to lead us on the right path forward.  Prior to this I never had any sleep issues or extreme pain so we were in uncharted territory.  I barely even visited doctors my entire life because I was always very healthy. My hair analysis test revealed metal toxicity to 3 metals.  I was told to have any metal removed from my mouth in order to detox heavy metals.  Possible exposures were my old work uniform whom thousands were actually poisoned by, or simply it can be passed on from your mother at birth and get to a toxic load eventually.  I had one root canal which coincidentally started hurting around this same time.  The tooth was cracked underneath the crown which was porcelain fused to metal and not salvageable.  I had to have it completely removed.  I'm thankful I did because they found a small mercury filling underneath the crown, but that was a painful 18 month process to have it removed and replaced with a non-metal implant.  I was then able to detox heavy metals with chelation via pills I took everyday for 3 months.  I followed up with blood tests for all 9 metals, and every metal was within a safe range.  Praise God! Rewind along this process my neck and head pain got worse and worse to where I couldn't lift my left arm without significant pain.  Sleeping was painful and I developed migraines which the first one lasted for 2 months...meaning it didn't go away night and day.  I thought I was dying.  My face also had pain and I had to look in the mirror sometimes to ensure that half my face wasn't drooping because on the inside it felt like it had fallen. 

Finally I got an x-ray after 5 months of pain and was told my curvature was falling forward at 2 vertebrae's and I needed to take it seriously.  Which led to aggressive chiropractic treatments and traction that after 2 visits my neck felt drastically worse.  I think my neck locked up and couldn't handle the aggressive adjustments.  I switched chiropractors and after months was still in pain.  The migraines increased and the sleep loss had taken such a toll on my body and mind.  I had been fighting, but I felt like a shell of my former self.  There were times I seriously wanted to die because it was that physically painful.  I thought Zac and the kids would be better off without me.  I was never planning my death but just wished the suffering would end.  Over the course of 6 months we had spent our savings on medical bills and living expenses, moved into our in-laws temporarily and shut down our family business.  We lived out of suitcases for 8 months in a room with a full size bed for all four of us.  Needless to say my sleep and mental health continued to suffer.  So much hope was lost and many expectations crushed.  There seemed to be no end in sight and now we were on our 3rd chiropractor with neck and lumbar MRI'S which helped very little.  I started chiropractic bio-physics and did lots of different types of massage to help relieve the neck and head pain.  I tried so many different pillows to support my neck.  I tried prescription medication for what I was told was nerve pain, but it didn't even touch the pain.  I felt homeless, lifeless, joyless, friendless, trying to push through and hold it together for my kids and a future I thought I would have.  I did therapy programs that never seemed to resolve the past I previously didn't struggle with.  All the digging I believe created mountains out of buried molehills and started to create these beliefs that I was broken in some way both physically and mentally and needed fixing.  Things got so bad I started having breathing problems and ear pain at a level 9 or 10 and panic attacks.  At this point I went to an urgent care to get some pain medicine while I was told the new found chiropractic would help but could cause some additional pain.  The nurse told me you have 4 out of 5 TIA symptoms and should go to the ER for an EKG immediately. We did go to an ER and received a lung x-ray, EKG and a brain MRI and I was all clear.  Just still in chronic pain with a few muscle relaxers and an atypical migraines diagnosis.  Next steps included 2 neurologists, 5 chiropractors in total, 1 physiotherapist, 5 months of PT, ENT specialist and continued therapy for now the medical trauma, and more massage for relief.  I tried 1 acupuncturist appointments and don't like needles so I gave up quickly on that.  I did 8 months of somatic movement and did I mention I got pregnant 1 1/2 years into this and went through pregnancy in chronic pain, and nursing in chronic pain.  All this took such a toll on me mentally and physically. Day to day was a massive challenge and at this point I was just trying to survive and keep a little hope alive that this wouldn't be my life forever.  I didn't feel like myself I became irritable, mostly sad, angry, confused scared and bitter.  I didn't recognize myself.  I was nothing I thought I used to be.  I hated the woman I was seeing in the mirror and I became very lonely. 

 In July 2024 I went 5 days with no sleep after seeing a lot of progress over the previous 11 months.  I was treated as a danger to myself and others, and admitted to a behavioral health center for 9 days being treated with drugs that affected me very negatively.  I was in such extreme fear and didn't actually comprehend where I was that I shook and panicked all night eventually pretending to be asleep so I could go home. I was was mistreated, separated from my husband and treated like I did something wrong for going to the ER because I didn't want 5 days of no sleep to turn into more days like the last time.  I came home confused, not well rested and that's the first time I actually wanted to die.  Like every night I seriously wished to be dead because the hospital trauma experience was so great.  I wasn't normal, I was on medication I didn't choose and I was paranoid.  My head hurt worse than it had in over a year and  I cried a lot. I started therapy again to talk about this current ER visit turned hospitalization.  I really just didn't want to live.  I felt betrayed, experimented on and like I could never be the mother or even just the human that I wanted to be.  I felt like I had lived out a worse nightmare than even I could dream up.  I visited my old psychiatrist who immediately removed one of the medications because he thought the combination was unusual for me. 

By November I was off all the medication, so it took me 5 months this time to wean off all the medicine.  It became an immediate need to wean off the additional sleep and anxiety medication due to yet another surprise pregnancy!  This medication was unsafe for the baby and thankfully my head hurts way less and I can think clearer after being completely off of it.  Seven months after that event I'm sleeping relatively well. I returned to work for a month and then took maternity leave. I revisited a chiropractor and then finally stopped all together after my neck and head started feeling a little better.   I'm able to pick up both my kids and cook clean and care for my toddler all day.  All of this I wasn't capable of after July of 24'.  It's not easy everyday but I am finding more and more gratitude to be able to just do daily tasks, sleep at night, and have moments without pain or simply to stare at nature or hear the birds make me smile. 

    One of the most integral things that has helped me recover is surprisingly watching YOUTUBE videos on a channel called pain free you.  It's a guy named Dan that coaches you out of your pain based on the prognosis of TMS ( Tension myo-sitis syndrome or what he calls perceived danger pain).  He teaches you to create safety in your brain and recover from fear.  After all I experienced you can see I needed to rediscover safety, physically emotionally mentally and medically. I had a lot of fear on the other side of things and I  needed to recover.  A good friend of mine recommended him probably three times before I gave him a shot.  I started listening in my last pregnancy and I did see some improvement, but I was still caught up in doctors and therapy and I think the pregnancy on top of the other pain scared me.  I wondered how can I care for a baby in this condition?  Up until April 24' I listened everyday, so about 8 months I listened daily and saw big improvements in my well-being and my mindset.  So I stopped listening daily and went to every few days or less. Then after July I restarted maybe in August, and since then seen the biggest improvements in my quality of life and capability and capacity to do more everyday stuff without fear and sometimes without pain!  This is nothing short of a miracle to me.  I'm finding myself enjoying the tiniest things like clapping or the blue sky, or seeing my kids play and interact.  My stamina has increased and my mental focus is growing. I cry less often, but still allow myself to cry when it comes because I think I went through a lot and the loss, disappointment and disillusionment still hurts sometimes. I'm still on my longer than expected road to complete healing, but my hope is being restored and I'm surprising myself sometimes daily with what I can do or how I feel makes me smile with thankfulness.  Sometimes I'm just simply happy to be alive.  My husband was my number one supporter through this season.  When others asked about me he often said I was his hero because he's the only one that witnessed all that I went through and saw me keep trying and showing up to life.  Jesus is who I held onto in this process and ultimately I know He was holding onto me in the ups and downs and in the utter losses and devastation I found HIM.  Sometimes I thought He left completely, but He was my strength when I had no one.  He showed His face through many believers through their compassion and kindness that was other worldly.  He was my everything because I had nothing else, or at least that's what it felt like.  And now I know that it's a gift to experience Him as all you have, even if the circumstances are dire.  The Word says we are complete in Him lacking nothing, (Colossians 2:10).  I may have lost a lot of time, friends, and family experiences but in the process I never lost Him, and I was never alone. This month I started a new part of my health journey, and it's been something that I came across in my process 2 years ago.  I look forward to sharing more on that in the future whether my experience is good or bad, I know I'll learn.  And I'm grateful that I have the ability and opportunity to continue to heal.  

I know it's a new day yet there are still days my soul struggles with the memories and feelings from the past, but I'm looking out of my front windshield at what's ahead of me and no longer out my rearview mirror.  It's a chapter in the story of my life.  Thank God there are more chapters to be written and God never allows one season of your life to determine your destiny. Otherwise He wouldn't be called a Redeemer.  I chose to believe that God can make all things, including our pain and even our sin work together for our good and His glory. The Bible is littered with miraculous stories of redemption and I can't wait to read mine.  Cheers to the truth of Jeremiah 29:11 that says "For I know the thoughts that I think towards you says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil to give you a future and a hope."  It's been a long road for sure, but there's an even longer road ahead of me paved with peace and hope. Whew and for now I'm glad that retelling is over.      

Tuesday, January 7, 2025

I Am Grateful


 Happy New Years 2025!  Before we get too far into the New Year I wanted to take time to share a testimony about Christmas and express my gratitude for other peoples generosity.  2024 had some really hard challenges for our family, and to be honest it's been some hard years. It's been difficult to find our way off the hard road and onto a more hopeful road. Yet the solid truth along the way is that alongside the hard there has always been good, actually really good things happening.  When your heart falls into despair, good can happen all around you yet it hardly touches your soul.  When you can return to the path of joy, the smallest gesture or laugh brings so much delight and awe in an awesome Creator.  We all may experience seasons of both.  Grief and loss is not a sign that you don't trust God, it is a sign that you have experienced hardship and were deeply impacted by it. The journey out of grief sometimes takes longer than it should. I have known this all too well, though I wish the last few years were different, I can not rewrite them now, but I can chose gratitude and joy for what is today and tomorrow as much as possible.  


God has been very present in our difficult seasons, and He always sends believers across our path to lift our spirits and support us physically and emotionally.  To the people that have shown up in our difficult times, thank you.  To every practitioner and doctor that has tried their hardest along the way to make me feel better, thank you.  To every person that has prayed for me and my family when we had no idea, thank you.  To every well meaning soul that has crossed our path with encouragement, friendship and hope, thank you.  Every prayer and every physical need met has ministered the love of God to our hearts, and is a constant reminder that God is tangible, present, answers prayers and never leaves us without love and support. In fact there is a scripture I read recently in the amplified from Hebrews 13:5 that says, "I will not in anyway fail you, nor give you up, nor leave you without support. I will not to any degree leave you helpless, nor forsake, nor let you down or relax my hold on you." I can admit that I definitely lost my firm trust in God, I began to feel the shaking of poor health and financial stress and children and so much disappointment just washed over my soul until I was not just shaken, I was shaky.  I didn't remember scriptures like that that said I will never leave you without support.  The amount of mental stress and energy expelled by me spinning my wheels could have been silenced by that one truth...had I believed it, let alone remembered it in my times of need.

Now back to this Christmas testimony.  After some hard months, my capacity for anything other than basic survival was too much for this mama.  The thought of Christmas barely even sounded fun or hopeful.  Financially we weren't in a great place, and I had decided early on that I didn't want to expend any energy buying gifts with money I didn't have, or trying to sign my kids up for charity like I did last year. I quickly pushed it out of my mind, and just said maybe we will go volunteer somewhere on Christmas and teach the kids about those that have less than us. But my heart wasn't even in that idea, it was just a bandaid for my souls deep disappointment in myself, my year and my own abilities. Deep down I felt like a failure, a failure at life and especially a failure at motherhood.  How did I let these lies paint my soul? Over a long period of time, thinking it over and over and feeling less than adequate while facing physical and mental illness.  I could do way less than I was used to, and overtime this translated as I am less than. There are many scriptures to combat that lie, that translate as you are enough. The one that comes to mind is the infamous Psalm 139,  "I am fearfully and wonderfully made."  I see that as I am writing, I am actively trying to correct the lies I have believed at one time due to my circumstances.  The truth is circumstances can't change the truth.  So if you are in the hardest of hard seasons don't let your circumstances speak louder than the truth.  Pick yourself back up and let the truth of the Word wash over you today. 

So back to my story, early in December I got a call from my daughter's school and they simply said you can pick up your Christmas gifts on Saturday.  Caught off guard, I said umm okay sounds good.  They had sent a paper home a few weeks back inquiring about our families sizes and gift ideas.  I didn't think much of it, and didn't ask or inquire further. I just filled the paper out and returned it to the school. They called me back a few minutes later and asked does your family need a tree? I said well yes, we weren't planning on getting one so I guess so. She said, okay great you can pick that up on Saturday as well.  She then called a third time and asked if we wanted the tree pre-decorated or not? Wow, I was filled with a sense of joy and wonder. A whole Christmas supplied without any effort of my own. Saturday came around and I walked into the school. They asked who is your child and I told them Zara, they responded by saying Oh you're Zara's mom we have a lot for her.  They proceeded to wheel out a double cart that was stacked with gifts and had a pre-lit beautifully decorated 7 and half foot tree waiting for us with an industrial tree storage bag. And two boxes of food with grocery store gift cards! Somehow they managed to fit everything in my CRV.  It looked like Santas sleigh driving home.  When we unpacked all the pre-wrapped gifts they had something for every family member. It was beautiful, it put joy and beauty and a hopeful expectation into our little apartment.  We spent many nights just admiring the glow of the Christmas lights and wondering what were all these gifts. I just want to say thank you to Lockheed Elementary and for any organization and individual that contributed to making this Christmas special for us. It really was a labor of love and generosity and it meant a lot to our family.  Also thank you for getting me noise-canceling headphones so I can get the occasional peace and quiet. 

Just as a reminder of Gods abundance, when He shows up He always shows up with more than enough.  He is not stingy, nor does He ever hold out on us even though we often hold out on Him. We hold out on praising Him, or thanking Him or even just recognizing that the reason we are breathing is because of Him.  Our actions don't always determine His, thank God, no pun intended. He is much more loving than the best earthly father you could ever experience. I was in awe that I didn't even ask God to show up in our Christmas, I may have haphazardly said God take care of our Christmas with little to no heart behind it. And in His love and kindness He showed up not just for me, but for the little hearts that it truly mattered to, my children.  

One night a friend of ours knocked on the door and said we have some gifts for your family and proceed to carry up multiple gifts for each family member causing the presents to spill out everywhere into the living room and onto the adjacent bench.  As if that wasn't enough, yet another friend sent us home with more gifts just a few days before Christmas. The only thing left empty was our stockings and lo' and behold on Christmas Eve the kids papaw stayed the night and brought an abundance of stocking stuffers and yet more gifts for the kids to unwrap. We were ambushed by the God of more than enough.  The God who wanted to clearly communicate through tangible means, I am the God of more than enough and my message over you is abundance.  

I pretty much always want to be the one that supplied the stuff, figured out the plan, planned far enough ahead that everything came together, but that has not been my reality nor my ability for many years and it has left me feeling less than, but I know God is saying it's not on your shoulders.  I didn't even design you to be your own provider. We were all designed with a need to rely on God. When you can't, He always can, and He is always willing.  Don't lose hope whatever you have need of... and in the case of Christmas that was all above and beyond what we needed. God is more than willing to supply both needs and wants, not always when or how were want, but He always comes through.  This Christmas was an invitation to 1 Peter 5:9, for us to cast all our anxiety on Him because He showed us that He truly cared for us.  


I don't want to lose that remembrance in the seasons of silence or waiting or even loss or hardship. As I go into 2025 I want to carry with me two things, one, that God is always looking for ways to love me through other people if I'll let Him, and two that one of Gods names is Jehovah Jireh, the Lord will provide. Interestingly enough the word will is used in the meaning of Jireh.  Will denotes future tense, this gives us the promise that whatever we fear or are worrying about God has already determined that He will provide. So you may look at your circumstance and say He hasn't provided yet, but His promise is stronger than the present, it is the assurance that when you get to where you need something, He will meet you there and provide. Do not fret be grateful when you cannot see and remember His goodness in the waiting. He is the God that always comes through.
                     

Friday, December 20, 2024

I Have to Write!




You read that title right, I am discovering that I literally have to write.  I started writing around age 15 as a means to express, cope, understand myself and say the things that I didn't understand or know how to say verbally.  I wrote for a while, usually through poetry and journalling, but somewhere over the past 7 year it became less and less until it was almost non-existent.  I have honestly been thinking about it for years ,months and weeks at a time.  It wakes me up in the night, the urge to write nudges me at my son's nap time. Before bed sometimes it creeps up on me.  I have been avoiding one thing that I know will help me to express myself and tell stories that I want to tell, and that need to be told maybe not for other sake, but at least for mine.  I have crafted a newly designed blog in my head and on paper many times.  I've written many "1st" new blog entires in my journal which I have intended to use as a way to reintroduce myself to blogging again.  Yet, I've never quite taken the steps to materialize it.  So after many mental gymnastics of me wanting to not write again publicly until I have recreated my beautiful blog ideas that exist in my head, or when I finally finish my book that I barely started writing 7 years ago.  I just said forget all of that, it will come. I just need to write to honor myself and honor the fact that I used to love writing, and it's a very good way for me to express my thoughts, ideas and stories.  Whatever shape it takes I am willing to let it be a mystery for now.  

    A lot of my adult life I have been a very task oriented person, and I like order, yet I'm truly a creative at heart, so this other side of me fights pretty hard against the keep it linear and responsible me and the make it wild, fun and definitely passionate, colorful creative side of me. There is also a hint of perfectionism...or really a massive dump truck load that at times gets in the way of me doing anything that I desire to do creatively at all.  Really I think a lot of it comes from insecurity and comparison to others and to my former self and capacities pre-motherhood.  A lot of regret and bitterness has eaten up my time and well-being.  Self-pity and shame as well as limited thinking about what I can actually do after facing debilitating chronic pain and symptoms for years crept in.  I've said things to myself like you wasted the best building years of your life being sick, as if it was my fault, or you ruined the success you were heading towards both for you, your husband and your family.  I really dug myself a pit of shame and depression and have lived there writhing in deep chronic physical and emotional pain too many days to count.  But in that process, I've been learning, and growing and those days are slowly fading away as I take each new step forward I can tell that I am healing.  I can see that I have already experienced miracles in my journey that I often overlooked or failed to celebrate the power at work in the broken places of my life.   

   I have a sense of responsibility and 'trying' to do all the things that a mom 'should' do and be all the things that a mom 'should' be that really aren't who I am at all.  There is a substantial amount of duty and responsibility that you have to step into and own as a parent and also a wife, but for me I often have a hard time finding the balance of having fun and taking time to breathe... or write, or honestly just remember that I am a person before I am a wife or a mother.  I get so busy with tasks that the true vibrant person I am is on hold, yet with three kids the time never seems to come because there is always somebody to take care of something to clean. And in my case for many years a doctors appointment to attend and another hopeful yet failed protocol to follow.  I actually am starting to see that writing for me really allows my soul to breathe a little.  In any given day the only adult I may talk to is my husband, and it's usually in the stress of shuffling kids to and from school, cooking sometimes for several hours in a day and bed time routines, wiping butts non-stop, screaming, whining etc.. you get the picture. Parenting can take almost every ounce of energy you have, and take your breath away. I often feel like I'm actually getting dumber by the day and my brain is shrinking and turning to mush because so often I am just a cleaning, dressing, laundry mountain folding taxi driving among mom. Now try attempting to do all that while having chronic migraines affecting your head, neck, throat, ear, face, eye and jaw, and not being able to lift things with your left side without experience significant pain.  That is not everyday, but many if not most days over the past 3 years that has been my experience.  That wears on you in so many ways that I don't even fully understand, and I've suffered years of at times life-threatening insomnia. There are days that I have felt like a robot and over this course of time like what I'm capable of is shrinking. 

    Before family and marriage and injury I had this deep desire to be creative.  I wanted to be an actress, a dancer, a writer, a musician, a photographer, a painter.  Anything that fell into the category of artist, I was into it. I was going to impact the world for Jesus in the area of creative arts and media. 10 years of marriage later and 3 kids later and a myriad of family dysfunction and injury and illnesss and working in the service industry in various capacities for 20+ years I haven't really figured it out. I've dabbled in every medium honestly for the most part just dipping my feet in each one, and never really mastering or growing too far in any one creative art. I don't have the time or feel like I have the resources, and sometimes the health, but here I am a generally overwhelmed mom of three who has had the most challenging past 4 years of chronic pain and other life events saying, "hey there's no time like the present." I've got a laptop and my fingers still work great, and I've got a lot of stories to tell.  Where to start I have no idea, but I settled with myself that writing about the present day is a good place to begin, and as I go we will see how it develops and I'm able share some of things I've been through and overcome as well as the things that I'm still walking through.  What specific topic or theme will I center my "new blog" around... that I have yet to decide.  I believe it will begin to take shape as I write.  

    I struggled for years and still am fighting the idea that what does my story or writing's even matter, there's a million voices out there in our modern age. Is it worth it to add my voice to the stage.  I could chose my 'dutiful' jobs or try to hustle and create some random business that everyone everywhere wants to suggest to you that you could do or should do as a stay at home mom to make extra income.  I'm finally just settling that as of now none of that works for me. I have a voice and a unique story and perspective on life and I'm sure that there are people out there just waiting for me to speak.  I recently read in a book an encouragement from the author's mom about her desire to make films and creative media.  She said something to the effect of, "but mom I don't want to be a doctor or a lawyer or something meaningful, I just want to make art. Whose life is that going save, or how am I going to defend the defenseless? Her mother responded by saying, "what do you think people do after work when they need to wind down, relax or decompress? They go to the movies, they turn to media to have a good cry or a good laugh.  She said you're going to help people feel, and that matters."  Those last words, "you're going to help people feel", struck me. My spirit said YES, I feel so many things, I would venture to say way to deeply at times, it's about time I let some of that out and helped others feel as they read what I've felt.  I don't know how many times I've watched a movie, heard a story or read a book and cried or laughed at the end of it or even just felt seen or understood.  I've even found profound healing just by watching or listening to another persons story.  Storytelling is powerful, and every human longs to tell their story, so here's to a new beginning of me not just letting life pass me by while I have been 'momming' along and recovering from very real pain and symptoms, but allowing my stories to be told along the way.  I'm not going to wait for the perfect time or moment anymore, because most of time those spaces and times are few and far between, and often never come.  So here I am, on a not so ordinary day because I finally said hey my baby went down early for a nap, and my husband offered to pick up my son from school;
and there are a million things I could do right now, but I have to write, and let this nagging voice telling me I need to write, but it can wait be silenced.             
     

Saturday, July 9, 2022

The Hands of the Lord


For almost a year I saw this image in my mind of two massive hands with grains of sand continually pouring and falling through the spaces between the giant God-sized fingers. I speculated what this meant for months. I wondered if this was a picture of the innumerable amounts of precious thoughts God has towards us in Psalm 139:17-18.  Or was it a parallel of the finiteness of our life from Genesis 3:19 where God tells Adam, "For dust you are and to dust you shall return."  Nothing I could imagine really fit the description of what I saw in my mind. My focus turned aside from the sand and onto the giant hands, and I discovered that the phrase "hand of the Lord" is found 39 times in the Bible referencing many different characteristics of who God is.  Throughout the Psalms we are told that His right hand will uphold us, rescue us, lift us up, offer us pleasure and strengthen us.  Numerous times the hand of the Lord is described to be "upon us" either to bring us through, empower us, guide us or comfort us.  However, I didn't have my personal answer as to why I was seeing His hands until one afternoon when I sat on my daughters bed with a cardboard box containing my mothers ashes.  

I wrote Ezekiel 37:4-6 in thick black sharpie on the outside, "Prophesy to these bones and say to them O dry bones hear the word of Lord! Thus says the Lord God to these bones; surely I will cause breath to enter into you, and you shall live." I opened up the box, removed a smaller black box and lifted out a clear bag of her ashes sealed with a metal band and a an ID tag with her name and information on it.  I loosened the metal band off the top and opened the bag. I thought to myself, if God can bring a whole army of dead and dry bones back to life in Ezekiel, then surely he could bring back my mom's cremated ashes. Nothing is impossible to God right?  I breathed my own breath into the bag as some abstract form of hope, and ashes blew up into my face clouding my eyes.  I felt foolish, I felt weird, and I felt grateful that my husband was asleep across the hall with our two kids so I didn't have a saner person to ask me, "What in the world are you doing?" I continued to observe her ashes and thought about the little pieces of bones and chunks in the powder, and the fiery furnace that it took to cremate her body into this form. Caught in this morbid moment I wondered what it would be like to touch these bones. Curiously I dug my hands into her ashes and lifted them out, and the moment her ashes fell through the cracks in my fingers it was the same picture I had seen of those massive hands. I began to weep so deeply out of my mouth spilled, "Oh God, You are here." He spoke to my spirit saying I am Jehovah-Shama the God who is already there, I am the God who is here! He knew I would find myself in this moment, and He prepared my heart for true lament.

Even with having this sweet moment with the Lord, soon after packing up her ashes neatly as they were before shame came in to tell me, "what a foolish crazy act you just did".  I dared not tell anyone I did this, particularly not my therapist in fear that she would type away on her tiny computer in Big Bold capital letters, Stage of Grief, DENIAL!  I mean who really thinks their loved one is coming back from a bag of ashes? But the Father did not see it this way, and in the months and year to follow He would comfort my heart showing me scriptures where others lamented and actually rolled in their loved ones ashes or rubbed ashes on their foreheads.  He also began to encourage my heart saying, "I'm proud of your faith, that you would even believe that something so obscure could be possible. He didn't condemn me, He said what great faith, and He reminded me of Matthew 19:26 where Jesus looked at them and said, "with man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible." Don't be discouraged, keep believing for impossible things. "For nothing will be impossible with God. [Luke 1:37]" In that moment of mourning and grief my breath blown into a bag of dead ashes produced faith in me and created space for a release in my heart to feel what Jesus had already felt before.  He sympathized with me.  I believe that no one is naturally equipped for things like grief, because we were never created for death or sickness. Those evils came in with the fall of humanity, so no one really knows how they will respond when moments like these happen in life, but I do know that wherever you find yourself, God WILL ALREADY BE THERE...especially in the ashes.  

God is always healing and always breathing life back into your dead dreams and broken heart.  The Word of God says that the promise for ashes is beauty.  God sees no other outcome but beauty, yet as humans we don't often understand that truth. With time and intimacy with Him, He will show us and make life beautiful again.  There is always a resurrecting promise in the Word of God that will be produced out of your pain or loss.  I know that because Jesus will accomplish what He came to do in Isaiah 61:3 which is to give you a crown of beauty instead of ashes, oil of joy instead of mourning and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.  I am learning that I can trust Him with the pieces of my life, because He was there in my greatest tragedy, and He is here feeling experiencing and sitting with me. Imagine your whole life like those tiny grains of sand falling so effortlessly through his massive fingers as you hear the song He's got the whole world in His hands playing in your head. He considers and cares for each detail of your life. From your mothers womb He knew you, and when you shed your body to the ashes He remembers every moment of your earthly life, receiving your spirit into His eternal being.  Things this side of eternity aren't always easy, but we are promised over and over that His right hand will uphold us in every season of life. There are not always linear answers to life challenges, the tough stuff is often much more nebulous than any one wants to admit, but you can trust in His hands to handle you with compassionate care.  I pray that the hand of the Lord will be upon you wherever you find yourself today. Take a deep breath and know that you are not alone, but you are held in the hands of the Lord.  

"who among all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this.  In whose hand is the life of every living thing, And the breath of all mankind."Job 12:9-10



Saturday, June 18, 2022

Fatherhood Ignites Motherhood


Happy Fathers Day to all those mighty awesome dad bods out there.  I wish you the respect,  affirmation and love that you so deserve today and everyday. You are an incredible man and Father and women need to thank you more for what you have to endure in marriage and in Fatherhood.  Fatherhood ain’t no walk in the park and it often goes under appreciated, so when you look in the mirror today, tell yourself “Thank you for showing up everyday, you are a mighty man of God with a divine purpose to be an amazing Father and husband.” The greatest lesson I am still learning in marriage is to never let a single human being, no matter how close they are to you slander your husband.  Always be for him and side with him and silence every other voice that misjudges and mislabels your husbands heart or your covenant relationship together.  You are your husbands greatest cheerleader, continue to cheer him on when life gets tough or others jealously envy and especially when your own heart fights against him in opposition to his wise leadership.  Don't give place or bow to strife or envy!  Bless and do not curse the gift that God has given you.  

 

As a family we have many ideas and projects on the brain and in store for our future, but we have been absolutely consumed with surviving our story that we haven’t been sharing our story.  We have not shared any of our life updates to the social world in several years, and have been suffering mostly in the dark with few family members here and there holding us up in a season of crushing and totally falling apart.  I’m sure many can relate on different levels after going through various trials in the pandemic since 2020.  As our family continues to heal and recover I will begin to share details of a heath crisis that turned our whole family upside down.  I not only want to write, I need to write for myself and for my family.  I wish I had began writing in the good times, but just like in the hard times life doesn’t slow down unless you intentionally hit pause.  So here’s to writing myself out of the dark times.

 

In honor of Fathers Day, I’d like to share this poem I actually wrote for Zac on my first mothers day.  I have never gotten away from the deep truths in this poem that I recognized early on in our marriage about some rare qualities my husband possesses.  I struggled like every new mom with the challenges of new motherhood, and Zac was and still is my rock.  He is solid ground deeply grounded in his faith in Christ.  Jesus is what empowers him to love me and others the way that he does.  It’s been 7 years married , 5 years as parents together and 16 years of knowing and growing up with him.  I could literally fill several books about him and have been working on a book about our love story for years that I swear I will finish one of these days.  He is a man worth celebrating everyday.  I hope this inspires you to go out and celebrate and honor your man.  A real man will strengthen you as a woman, and every good queen will create a king; likewise every good king creates a mighty queen.  Thank you Zac, I celebrate you! 

 

Fatherhood ignites Motherhood 

 

Baby, I wouldn’t be a mother without you

And if I was

I wouldn’t be a good one

Nobody really knows you like I do

They don’t see every angle of you

I believe in a general sense,

People see you

They see your compassion

They feel your kindness

But because of your heart

Some people see right through you

Yodea, I see you

I could never see right though you

You’ve got too many layers 

You’re not empty, you’re not glass

Your heart is filled 

Your creativity is vast 

God will cause the first to be last 

And the last to be first 

You are His omega

People may have overlooked you

But you have always been in the sight of God

He has watched you closely 

You are particularly important to Him

People don’t know that you’ve lived 

Your whole life sitting in the last seat 

Eating the last piece

Genuinely putting others first 

Its not a show to you, it’s a lifestyle 

It’s your first thought to put others before you

And because of this you are favored

You will be cared for all the days of your life

You are His Omega 

You’re the kind of man 

That makes a woman want to be a great mother 

You’re the kind of person that takes someone’s insecurity 

and turns it into confidence

Your actions change the way people think about themselves

You’re a gift 

It’s funny how a good man can make you more a woman

And a good Father 

Can help you be a better mother

Fatherhood ignites motherhood 

Together they can rule a kingdom with wisdom

I know that no one has ever referred to you as alpha male

But because you have been His Omega 

He has made you His Alpha 

SO walk in what He calls you 

You are not forgotten 

You remember the forgotten. 

You are not weak 

You strengthen those who are weak

You are not ugly 

you cause people to see their own beauty

You are not just an idea man

You are a creator

You are not just a dad 

You are a Father to the fatherless 

You are not last 

But you will never overlook the man in last place 

You are not just a dreamer

You cause dreamers to wake up and believe

In my eyes you’re a castle on a hill

A lighthouse to those lost at sea

Through your tenderness 

You’re as masculine as they come

You’re a pillar 

A high beam 

With a strength many can’t see 

But baby I see it crystal clear 

Your love is what the world needs 

And because the brightness of your light 

You cannot be hidden 

You have what the world needs 

So be that man that I see. 

 

Happy Father’s Day to you 

As you can see I have everything I need 

You have blessed my life and our children’s lives 

And brought out the best parts of me 

I love you baby and I’m so proud to call you the Father of my children 

I respect you deeply and look up to your strength courage and tender heart

Love you down to the depths of the sea and up to the strawberry moon and back 

 

-wifey for lifey-

Sunday, November 17, 2019

Thoughts From The 3rd Trimester


                  That thing, that call, that ministry, that movement, that baby, that future that God has put in you to carry; to birth into the Earth, is going to make you so uncomfortable.  It's going to stretch you in ways you didn't know you could stretch.  It's going to wake you up in the night with an ache in your side.  It's going to cause every step that you take as the days go on to get heavier and feel more weighty.  Your face will glow, but your appearance will change so drastically that all people will begin to see is the seed that was planted in you grow to a size that consumes you.  Your heart will begin to pump two times the blood it once was able to handle.  You will become so desperate for relief that like Jesus you will say, "Lord, let this cup pass from me."  You will cry out and say, "God, I can't carry this anymore it's too hard."
        There is an ache, a cry, a desperation in the heart of God for the people of the Earth.  He longs to know us, to meet with us, to heal us and to simply hold us and be intimate with us.  Since the fall of man and the separation from God took place in the garden, an ache has grown in the heart of God.  Across centuries, across time, he has carried this weight, this desire to return to a place of intimate fellowship with us.  He has placed this heart within His people, so that our hearts too would break for the lost, the broken, the hurting, the sick, the wretch, and the outcast.  You are birthing hope into the Earth...
           Hope is Painful! Wait?  What do you mean?  I need hope to get out of my painful situation!  I need hope to stop the pain.  This pain is killing my hope!  In my deepest darkest situations in life something was born.  Hope was born.  In my lowest of low, the most painful places in me; I met hope there.  When everything falls apart I can look at the ruins and say, "He will rebuild."  When I truly can't take a step further, because I'm buckling under the pressure I can actually fall and know that He will carry me.  I don't know if you can imagine the size I am right now at 34 weeks pregnant, but let's just say it's unsightly.  It feels painful just to look at me... and I still have 6 weeks to go!  I have this funny image in my head of that cliche story of the footprints in the sand where there are two footprints walking along the sands of life.  One was mine and one was Jesus'.  In my hardest moments there was only one set of footprints, so I questioned Jesus.  "Why did you leave me to walk alone in my hardest moments?"  He said, "I didn't leave you; in those moments I carried you!"  Except all I can see in my head is my huge fat prego body awkwardly draped across the arms of Jesus as he struggles through the sand to carry me to the end of my pregnancy.  I don't even know if my own husband could pick me up and carry me very far at this point.
                In pregnancy and in the birthing of a new season or a new life there's a dying process that coincides with the birthing process.  It is the death of self, the death of an old way of doing things, the death of outdated hopes and dreams, the death of the old man, the death of an old season or pattern of thinking.   How do I know that He will rebuild when I look at ruins?  Because demolition is always the first step of rebuilding.  Until something breaks we often don't know how to look for the thing that needs to be fixed or even know that it needs fixing.  When you already have a structure like a house or in our case we can say like the person of us, yet it's old, falling apart, weak, or otherwise not sustainable, you have to tear parts of it down.  In some cases you have to completely level it.   When something is being torn down it is the first sign of rebuilding.
               My scripture theme for my life right now is "[...] His strength is made perfect in my weakness" 2 Corinthians 12:9 NKJV.  The Passion translation says "[...] My power finds its full expression through your weakness."  Hope is formed, captured and realized in your weakest moments in life.  It grows up out of the deadness, the dryness, the loss.  The greatest hope the world ever found was in that moment when Jesus hung on the cross and DIED.  Don't be fooled to think hope is lost in death.  For we know that He will rise again, He will come again.  Every time something dies it carries a promise of resurrection.  If you feel like things are falling apart, let them fall.  If you feel like you're grasping to hold on to a life that's dying, let it die.  If all you've ever known is disappearing before your eyes, let it vanish.  If you've lost everything, don't go searching for what's gone.  "[...]  For he that loses his life for my sake shall find it."  Matthew 10:39
               When you go through 9 months of pregnancy and then birth an actual child it feels like everything that was you is gone.  Your body is gone, your plans are gone, your privacy is gone, your time is gone, your choices are gone, your sleep is gone, and often your strength is gone...but what is born?  Not only is a baby born, but a mother is born.  Hope is not gone, hope has simply changed.  Hope has revealed itself.  Life takes on a new rhythm.  Dreams change, visions change, plans change, methods change, and time management becomes your only hope for survival.  Mothers, can I get a witness?  Listen... Hope does not disappoint! Romans 5:3-6 says, "And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character, and character hope.  Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.  For when we were still without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly."
When I was still without strength...
when I was still weak
when I still couldn't pull it together
when I was still a blubbering mess
when I was still in the pit,
still broken,
still hurting,
still in pain...Christ died for me!  That is Hope.
        

Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Give Me Back My Confidence



                  I wrote this I'm guessing by the looks of the faded legal pad and the dates of the preceding writings in the notepad, sometime around late March of 2012.  I eventually adapted this free-write into a poem called Penny Billionaire which I published in my first and only book (thus far) of a compilation of 26 poems that I had carefully picked from over the course of the 26 years of my life, at that time.  Now 32, fast forward 7 and 1/2 years and today is September the 24th, of 2019 and I woke up early this morning, very early.  I found myself in my attic looking for a legal pad to write a letter on because half of my stuff and Zacs' stuff is in our attic since we moved into a very tiny, very charming 768 square ft. house this past April.  While sifting through boxes, AHA!  I found a legal pad with very few pages written in, and it was already flipped to this page.  Nostalgia led me to sit on the floor of the dusty, dim attic around 5:30AM and read:

"Give Me Back My Confidence

This is for you...and this is for me...that we would RISE and become a generation FOUND, out of everything lost, formed from the scraps and pieces of broken and forgotten hopes.  We will build with what we have and we will tear down what we're NOT, and RISE out from the cracks and scams we let one another fall into.  If I do not care about the lowest of men, I hate humanity and have doomed its death.  I am you and you are me.  Lest we love each other, we will kill the only true life we have.

From the worlds lost change
I became a billionaire
through the worlds forgotten dreams
I formed a whole new universe
I collected dirty napkins
scribbled with chicken scratch
and formed a literary masterpiece
At every moment in time
when someone lost hope
I was there, catching tears
sweeping up the remains
of what they let go
and my house is a palace filled
with rooms and rooms and rooms
of deserted dreams
the treasures reach the ceilings
the ideas, I hardly have room
the hopes, the generous acts
I can hardly keep track
On the darkest of streets
I found diamond rings
along with hope deferred
I picked up melodies
that no one ever sings
and sang a SONG
that set fire to bones
these bones boiled blood
that soon burned
muscles and tendons
this song became fingers pressed
on empty chests
breaking through
skin and burning flesh
MY CONFIDENCE
WAS RESTORED
It began with pocket change
just dimes and pennies
I filled jars
that soon filled drawers
then cabinets, and closets and entire rooms
The eloquent words
the tiny sparks
that spoke of reason for living
I told you already
I traveled the world
collecting what you lost
So I could meet you at the opportune moment
and restore to you lost confidence
The words that you've been missing
I AM CONFIDENT that you will soon remember"

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