The one where the weeds burn.

The other day, the girls helped me pull weeds from my backyard. The weeds stood behind a shed and around my air conditioner and had been long neglected since spring. Somehow, in ignoring them, I thought they just might wither away. It’s been a busy summer of travel and fun, so pruning and taking care of my yard was the least of my concerns. I’ve never had a green thumb and it was not in my interest to start.

Turns out, when you neglect weeds for too long, they begin to take over and grow out of control. Some of the weeds that grew had developed a thick root in the ground, making them difficult to cut down. I had to place all my weight into my pruning shears to cut the roots, attempting to yank them out of the ground. The roots currently still sit there, blazing in the 100-degree heat days later, waiting for me to come and prune them away.

I have come to realize that the weeds in my life are the same. The areas where I have let myself grow stagnant and comfortable, the shortcomings of how I show up in relationships, whether as a friend, daughter, mother or colleague, I know that I have my imperfections. It is up to me whether to prune and refine who I am and to seek growth, to step out in faith to make the decisions and accept the challenges I know are best for me, or if I should ignore my intuition and opportunities to grow within and become the best version of myself. Because of my need to stay where it feels safe, I have let my weeds grow a thick root for the sake of my own comfort, and in doing so I have lost touch of my own self and my growth. I have slowly been working at refining myself, more so in the past year than ever before.

I am grateful that it isn’t just up to me to refine myself, either. I am reminded of the scriptures that talk about remaining attached to the vine, aka God, because apart from him we cannot bear fruit on our own. The work we do on our own, apart from our faith, is superficial at best. As I look to plant my roots in fertile ground, I trust that God will allow me to bear fruit in my life, even when the idea of leaving my rocky and weedy soil for new ground feels scary. I know that God will refine me.

It is in the unknown and in the trusting that I know that God will be at work in me, that I will be refined as long as I remain attached to the vine. The pruning process is difficult, when you feel yourself needing to let go of things that are no longer helpful or serving you, but just like the satisfaction of pulling the weeds from my yard and making room for new growth, it is satisfying to let go and trust and make room for God to work in me.

This is my truth: God has chosen me to bear fruit that will last, but the soil in which I am planted is rocky ground. It’s time to take the leap that my heart is longing for, even though the refining process will continue to challenge me. I am trusting that this is the way to go, and I will remain in God’s love so that his joy may be in me and that my joy may be complete.

Refined. Whole. Made new. The best is yet to come.

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Potential.

I do not have a green thumb whatsoever. For as long as I can remember, I have been terrible at keeping plants alive. I tend to forget to water them, then over-water them when I get around to it. This doesn’t always stop me from attempting, and this year I accepted the challenge when I purchased a beautiful flowering plant for my back patio.

The scorching summer sun has been beating into it, and each morning I try to pour just a little water to dampen the plant, crossing my fingers I won’t drown it or find it wilting the next day. As I stared at my plant with its small pink flowers this morning, I was reminded of something Hannah shared with me earlier this spring. She filled out something at the end of the school year sharing what she learned, and one of the things she wrote was, “It takes time and effort to achieve your goals.” Such wise words for an eight-year-old.

Hannah has been working hard at mastering several gymnastics skills and has grown leaps and bounds since she started the sport a year ago. While it’s a little terrifying to see her tackling such moves with no fear, I am very proud of Hannah. I love seeing her set her heart and mind to working hard and growing, pouring herself into something she loves. She is seeing the reward for the time and effort she puts in, and it encourages her to push harder.

As I look at Hannah tackling gymnastics or Hailey at dance, and as I see the growth of my blooming plant, I am reminded of the potential within myself. The past couple years I have given myself permission to push the easy button in several areas (OK let’s be honest, just about every area) of my life. It’s been a whirlwind, and I have allowed myself to get caught up in it, giving myself grace to simply survive and get through it. And while some days I still feel like I am struggling to catch my breath, needing to hold onto a floatation device to keep my head above the water, I am finally feeling like I can swim on my own.

For too long, I have felt stuck, as I try to navigate my way and look ahead to what’s next rather than focusing on the present. David was so good at simply letting things be as they are, finding joy in the simple moments of the everyday, and it’s something I continue to strive for. Honestly, it’s probably something I will always seek more of, being mindfully present and joyful in the gifts God has given me. In yoga, you are constantly reminded to focus on the breath and practice mindfulness. To acknowledge your thoughts without judgment and release them, coming back to the breath. It is what grounds you and reminds you of what matters. In my breath, I feel focused. I come back to the present; I come back to joy and the gifts God has given me; I come back to who I am.

Who I am is so much more than what I give myself credit for, and I know that. It’s easy to get caught up in the everyday, the to-dos, the what-ifs and the “where is this all going” questions. Who I am is a blooming plant with potential for beauty and growth. Who I am needs nurturing, just like my daughter, just like the plant I am trying to keep alive, both with patience and love. The scorching of the sun and life’s challenges will beat down on me, but I don’t have to let myself hide in the shade or drown in the water. Slowly, I can take care of and believe in myself. I can see the gifts in my life for what they are. I can choose to nurture them and spend the time and effort working on them so I can reach my goals. Daring to dream and believe again feels scary and yet inspiring and joy-filled at the same time.

I started a book earlier this year, and I know my brain is going to tell me to avoid it, to press the easy button or give up, but I know that I don’t want to. Like all good things, it requires time, effort and a lot of self-love, patience and nurturing to achieve my goals.

I see the potential within myself. Not just as a writer but as who I am. I am wired for creativity, for passion, for love, for speaking truth, for encouragement, for reckless abandon. Deep down is the girl within me who sees just how beautiful this life can be when you embrace it, when you let your hair down, when you invite in the beauty of connection and friendships, when you seize adventures and live with less fear and more trust.

That’s the potential for this life I see and long for. And I can’t wait for the ride.

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Happiness.

I turned 40 this year…and while it’s a big milestone, I don’t feel a whole lot of changes or major feelings about it. To me, age is a number, but each year brings about new opportunities, a chance to reflect and look back on who you’ve been and a chance to look forward on who you want to be.

The past couple years have been challenging for sure and have brought about a lot of major life changes that I never anticipated. I have thought that I would be in a different place in my life right now…but I know that I am where I am supposed to be. God has brought me through so much and continues to be with me through everything.

This year has brought about changes already. I keep thinking about the journal the girls got me for my birthday. Thanks to a good friend, they picked out a beautiful journal that says “Be happy” on the front. I haven’t yet filled it, as I have another journal I’m still writing in, but I look forward to filling it with words of hope.

I have chosen to focus on being happy this year…making positive changes and looking forward to what lies ahead. I have been able to focus on taking care of myself and making decisions that have allowed me to be a better version of myself. Accepting that I cannot face the challenges on my own, I have been seeing a counselor, which has allowed me to process more than I thought possible and afforded me the opportunity to have even more hope. To choose joy in the midst of the chaos. To accept life’s struggles for what they are and not dwell in them. To be happy in the midst of it all.

People tell me that I am so strong for what I’ve been through…and while I really don’t like to be told to be strong or that I am strong, I do see that within me. To me, strength isn’t a virtue but a choice. It is a choice to keep carrying on, to put one foot in front of the other, to have faith in what lies ahead. To trust that you are not alone. To seek help when you need it. Being strong means being vulnerable. It means asking for help even when you don’t want to. Strength lies not within ourselves, but in trusting in and surrendering to the process. Trusting that God is with us, that we can do anything through him and he is walking beside us through all of the challenges we face.

Today, I feel strong because I have come a long way. I have faced insurmountable challenges. I have chosen to believe. I have a community of people who have helped carry me through. I am trusting in the process, I am believing that God has good and beautiful gifts for me and my girls. I see the beauty of every day, and I am thankful and happy for what he has given me.

To those who have helped carry me, thank you. I couldn’t be where I am today without you. To those who have prayed for me from afar, thank you for silently holding me up. Your prayers have been powerful and effective in giving me hope. To those who have come by my side in times of need, thank you. For loving me and helping me and giving me strength when I have needed it.

Today, I am happy. Tomorrow might be hard but I will still choose to believe. Despite what might come my way, I can choose joy. I can choose to believe and know that God is with me. I can choose to believe in God’s promises and hope for the future. I look forward to what lies ahead and know that I deserve happiness. I am so incredibly grateful for who God has made me and who he will continue to make me to be. His kingdom has come into my heart and life and will continue to pour out into my future.

The kingdom of God is within us and giving us hope for today, tomorrow and forever. For that, for hope, for joy, for all of it, I am eternally grateful.

She bends.

She bends
Beneath the invisible anchor
Pressing its curves
Into the weight of her back
She gives in
To the heaviness
Pressing on
Not letting it break her
It slows her steps
Each one harder than the last
She moves forward
Looking ahead
Not behind her
Or too far into the distance.

She finds herself
Seeking safety, comfort
Finding herself surrounded
Clothed in a cocoon
Arms lifting her
Helping her carry the anchor
Its heaviness no longer
Overtaking, overbearing
So she can keep moving
Not alone, yet still seeking
Solace in the chaos.

She hides within the cocoon
Letting herself grow
Become shaped by the anchor
Giving into its weight
Knowing it is in the depths
She truly finds light
Discovers herself
Knows her beauty
And becomes something exquisite.