hello again, three years later

I forgot I had started a blog a few years ago. Didn't even remember the name, and wasn't until commenting on my sister's new blog that I saw that old username, small beginnings. "What's this?", I thought. Clicking on the little username, I was surprised to find an actual blog with... blog posts?!

How did I forget about this stuff? Three years is long, but forget-all-about-it long?

Anyways, re-reading what I've posted, the one thing that is so clear is God is amazing! I still struggle with being the woman He wants me to be, I still think I know more than I actually do, and have pride, selfishness etc. alive in my life. But God has continually showed me more of His character. He is patient, he is loving and gently points me time and time again to Jesus.

Jesus has done for me what I could never accomplish on my own. "It is finished" is what He said on the cross. That means DONE. I don't have to work to impress God with my "goodness" or "spirituality". My failings don't surprise Him in the least.

He's my Father in heaven and loves His children with an everlasting love.

I considered deleting some stuff from my past posts, but I want this blog to be real. Even if I never continue with it. This blog is written by someone who is often too big for her britches, or has a totally immature view of God and the world. But she's someone God has taken to be His. A daughter of the King, redeemed and loved not for my ability to have it all together, but because that's just who He is. It's a love one can only accept with empty hands.

If I praise Him every day for the rest of my life, it only points to a pale shadow of the amazing things He has done for me in Jesus.

Do you know Him?

How I learned that nothing can substitute a relationship with God. 

   I better start by saying that I was brought up in a Christian household. I have fond memories of marching around the coffee table singing "Jesus loves the little children" following our evening devotion. 

   But whatever faith and comfort I found in Jesus as a small child was severely damaged when, after moving from Texas to Canada, my Father left my six siblings and I and headed back to Texas.

   My Mom turned to alcohol three years later when I was 12. Watching her lose faith and hit rock bottom for years was gut-wrenching, and I simply couldn't believe that this Jesus whom my parents had introduced me to was anywhere to be found. 

   I have always been drawn to things of spirituality, so through my highschool and college years I pursued my own ideas of spirituality. I soon developed the belief that God was an energy, a force of nature that infused creation with Life. This was an impersonal, vague, and distant God whom I could never have a personal relationship with. This concept led me to live a very self-seeking, self-centered existence in which I lived only to improve my self, and take credit for any "progress" I made. 

   Intellectual aerobics and philosophical speculation were my favorite hobbies. I dabbled in various religious and New Age concepts and scientific wonders like quantum physics and time travel. This time last year, I had a big head hiding behind a facade of humility. It wasn't long before my relationships started to suffer and it became clear that all of the knowledge in the world couldn't fill the growing hole in my heart. 

   It was around this time that my husband* and I asked the "Universe" to give us a child. To our great delight I became pregnant almost immediately. I felt a deep sense that Motherhood would give me purpose and joy. I truly thought that it was the answer to my emptiness.

   I spent those months of pregnancy reading everything I could about natural childbirth. I became disgusted with the way western medical practice treats childbirth like a disease, and women as incapable of performing the 'task'. But I also became amazed at just how perfectly orchestrated the natural process of childbirth really is. I read dozens of stories of women who surrendered to a higher order in childbirth and had profound experiences. 

   I found an inner conviction that my baby would be born safely and without a hitch if I could just have enough faith to surrender fully to Nature. 

   Sure enough, I had the natural homebirth of my dreams. My son was born in a warm birthing pool in under 6 hours. I was proud of myself. 

   I approached Motherhood with the same faith that if I educated myself and stuck as close to nature's way as possible, I would be the best Mother in the world and raise the happiest, most healthy baby. 

   I see now that God had big plans for me in those first few months as a Mother.  I became depressed as sleep deprivation, lack of proper nutrition, guilt and tension in my marriage whittled me down. 

   By the time my son was five months old, I fantasized about suicide daily, I cut off all of my friends, and lashed out at my husband at every corner. Obviously my carefully laid plans were in ruins, and I was at a loss as to where I could possibly summon the energy to fix things. 

   One afternoon as I held my son who had been fussing for hours, anger and hopelessness boiled within. I found myself saying out loud through angry tears, "God, I can't do this on my own! I NEED You." 

   It was as if God picked me up right then and let me cry in his arms. 

   A month passed and I was still a tangle of anger and exhaustion, however a seed of hope had been planted. 

   One day as my son baby slept in my arms, God showed me a quote allong the lines of, "I have scarcely enough room in my heart for a friend." 

   Whoa. It was absolutely true. But WHY, God? Right then God showed me that I have been angry with Him for many years. 

   My Dad leaving the family, my Mother's despair in alcohol, and the suffering of children all over the world, the pathetic state of humanity... these were very disturbing to my heart and I was angry with God for caring so little for His creation. The tragic words, "God is dead" were only slightly more despairing than, "God is alive but can't be bothered with us." 

   It was a few days later than God spoke to my cries of anguish at his seeming indifference to a suffering world. 

   I'll share that gift from God in tomorrow's post. I'll also share the way Jesus came into my life. 

   Lord, may every word in this blog be for You and praise You~

Jesus Came Over for Tea

   

   I strapped my son to my chest and held him closely against the swirling wind as we headed outside this morning. It's one of those days where you're happy for the warmth of a scarf. Leaves danced around us as we made our way to a nearby cafe, and I was glad for the gift of four seasons and the excitement each brings.

(never finished this blog post. let that be a lesson to me; finish the post!)