Spring vs Bucket

God is showing me more and more the importance of brokenness. I used to hate myself for my failures, for my faults, for my broken places. As a perfectionist, brokenness was a weakness, it was bad. I am beginning to see the value in being broken. Without the broken places, God’s love can’t shine through the cracks. Without them, I wouldn’t need God’s strength/glue to make me strong. As Paul states in 1 Corinthians 12:9 “But He said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” (YouVersion, ESV). Being broken isn’t fun, and it hurts. But knowing that it makes me more into the person God created me to be makes it worth it.  † Cruciform. The cross. Horizontal and vertical beams. It’s not easy but that is what God called us to be, how to live. The more broken we are, the easier it seems to be, at least for me. When I am broken and hurting, I reach out to Him. I draw closer to Him, asking for strength, for peace, for healing. I reach up and He reaches down (vertical). The more I spend time with Him, the deeper our relationship becomes; stronger, more personal, the more I see all He has done for me, all He is for me. Once that is strengthened and I know who I am in Him, then I can reach out to others, to be His conduit of peace, healing, and help to those I come into contact with (horizontal).

One thing I have struggled with for years is trusting the vertical to give me what I need for the horizontal. I forget that I need to have all my needs met through the vertical, not the horizontal. Only God can meet all my needs. Yes, he sends people into our lives to meet some needs through the vertical (human touch, talking, serving), but we have serious problems when we try to get people to meet needs that can only be met through the vertical. This is where the idea of a spring vs a bucket comes in. God has brought to mind more than once lately the idea of a spring vs a bucket. Usually you hear about how we need our buckets filled. If our buckets are full, then we are happy and can help others. When our buckets are depleted, we are tired, grumpy and seek ways to fill them, either through Christ or through other people. Good things fill our buckets, bad things empty them. We can only fill others’ buckets when ours are full. When ours are empty, then we tend to empty other people’s. I think buckets are good, but they require constant refilling. If it draws us to Jesus for the refilling, then that is good. The bad is when we look to others to refill our buckets. It just never quite works. I like the idea of a spring better. A spring has an underground source of water, of life. It is constantly being refilled to provide life to those around it. We can become that spring through time spent with Jesus. Spending time with Him, praying, meditating on His word, applying His word to our lives. Through that we become a spring of living water. More time spent with Him means the more we come like Him. The vertical then turns to the horizontal of the cross. It is natural. His love, compassion, mercy, grace, service all begins to bubble up through us to those around us. We don’t worry about becoming empty because we have a constant source of living water to sustain us and keep us filled up. Is it easy? No. Ask any of my family members how much I am more like a bucket than a spring. Is it possible? Absolutely. So, that is my goal and my vision for myself – to become cruciform, to become that spring, full of God’s love and grace with the ability to extend it to those around me. Seeking God to meet my needs so that I can focus on sharing His love and grace to others.

Setting up this blog

So, it’s been awhile since I have posted. Life happens and I haven’t gotten around to it. Anyways, I had some time today and decided to work on my blog again. I have to admit, the process did not bring me much joy. However, now that I think it’s complete, I am very joyful and thankful to God. Turns out, I made a mistake when setting up my blog. I chose a domain that was owned by someone else. After much online chatting, I finally realized what happened and what I needed to do. I ended up having to change my domain name. I am exhausted now and need a break, but don’t worry, I have lots to write about. Until next time…

Journey through Breast Cancer

One thing I have learned in the last few months is we are all on a journey, our own journeys. My journey is not yours, yours is not your neighbors. While they may look similar, they are not the same. Just as God made each of us unique, He made each of our journeys unique. We cannot and should not compare ourselves with others in any respect (looks, gifts, talents, families, journeys, etc). All this does is lead to heartache and discontentment. Got created me and my journey for a purpose – to make me into the person He created me to be. My journey has taken me many places, with many ups and downs. I will talk about several in future posts but for now I will focus on the most recent. 

As a bit of background, my family (husband and two boys) and I have been living in Zambia for the last 9 years. We made the choice to move back last summer for the boys – for school and sports. It was a sacrifice, because my husband is still living/working there finishing a project and we only see him every few weeks for around 10 days each time. It has been a transition, though everyone has gotten involved in church, school and sports and settled nicely. I have two boys, now 16 and 14. My oldest is a swimmer and my youngest plays soccer. In the beginning, it was stressful getting them to all their activities. Thankfully my oldest was able to get his driver’s license in January, which has made life much easier to manage. While we thought we moved for the boys, I can now see that God moved us here also for me. Due to family history, I am high risk for breast cancer. My mom had it when she was 45. Her sister had it, as well as two of her aunts. I had an MRI in December and they saw something suspicious. A week later I had a biopsy which confirmed the news no one wants to hear. I had joined a club no one wants to belong to. Breast cancer.

My journey now involves breast cancer. Lots of other women’s do as well. Their journeys and choices are theirs, just as mine belongs to me. While it has been good to get other’s input, seek advice and experience, ultimately I have to make a choice based on my journey and what I feel God telling me. As an example, my mastectomy. I prayed a lot about what to do and felt good about a single-just the left. I could have done a lumpectomy but did not feel right about radiation. I could have done a double, but felt I hadn’t had trouble with the right. Also, all of the women in my family just had singles and were fine. I truly believe if God wanted me to do a double, He would have led me to that decision. Unfortunately, I have a tendency to compare myself with others and question that choice. Others made the same choice as me, however others chose a double and were glad because cancer was found in the “healthy” breast. Oh my!! What if I have cancer in my right breast? I also should have done a double. Right?! WAIT!!!! Didn’t I pray about it? Didn’t I feel a peace with just a single? Do I truly trust God? Yes! Yes! and Yes! So this fear is from the enemy and I need to banish it! I am learning a lot on this journey. I am thankful and grateful to God and my relationship with Jesus. I couldn’t do it without Him. I ordered myself the pink version of Jesus Calling and am loving it. Each day has been spot on what I needed to hear!

Welcome to my Blog!

Welcome! I have wanted to write a blog for a long time but have put it off. I have felt God prompting me to stop procrastinating and get busy. Somewhere recently, I read or heard, “Don’t let Jesus return and find you sitting around doing nothing. You need to be doing what He called you to do!” So, time to get off my backside and do something. I feel that something is to write about my journey, share my stories in the hopes of helping others. I am a 49 year old woman who loves Jesus, a wife of a wonderful man, a mother to two fabulous teenage boys. When praying about my word for 2018, I felt God tell me “Joy”. I have desired joy for years, and while it has eluded me, especially through my struggle with depression, I have never been on a quest to find it. Find doesn’t seem to be the right word. That implies it was lost. It’s more that I have struggled to accept it, to embrace it. So, I invite you into my life, my quest,  my Journey to Joy.