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Marriage is suppose to be the Happily Ever After that we see in Fairy tales, right?
That IS the big picture we see day in and day out. People flock to movies and DVR the latest episode of the steamest shows on TV.
One of the many reasons to get married is to complete the whirlwind experience and live Happily ever after. But then what?
What comes after you get whisked away in your horse drawn carriage?
Wedded bliss, right?
In God’s word, Paul writes that it is better not to marry. <- my paraphrase. (1
If God created marriage then why is this Happily Ever After idea not in any of the pages of His word? Jesus is perfect and they hung HIM on a cross. No Happily Ever After in that scene. At least not in the context that we rush to get in line for to witness.
After 16 years of marriage, I can say I am still waiting for that Happily ever after. However, I do agree with Paul. Marriage is not for the weak of heart.
Most married individuals, who have been married for any length of time. Would agree, that at some point in their marriage. They too have lost that happily ever after feeling. And at some point, most of these same married people were able to gain new insight over those not so Facebook worthy seasons.
These seasons were resolved.
Some divorced, others were better equipped. The last group… to me, felt like they just “dealt with it” and became roommates. I never understood what this “roommate”, group looked like or how they made it through the day. All I know is that it didn’t look like this group was living the abundant life that Jesus died for them to have.
I felt trapped in this group, but unwilling to settle for less than God’s best. And with God’s help, I was determined to find a better way and share it with you.
I may have started out as an unequipped -stubborn- hopeless romantic at heart-naive- never planned on getting divorced-God-fearing kind of gal.
But if I truly wanted my Happily Ever After, God was the only one that could make that happen now.
Regardless of how I started out feeling about divorce, it is something I feel the enemy uses to tempt and persuade us with as a means to an end. (not all situations please note this)
Don’t get me wrong, I had considered it a LOT. But no matter how hard I tried to reason divorce as an option… it never seemed like that would really solve the issue.
In fact, most of the divorced -God-loving people, I talked to. Told me that getting divorced was one of the hardest things they ever had to go through. These amazing people in my life, ones that I have the utmost respect and honor for, lovingly encouraged me to find a better way.
Nevertheless, I felt stuck… every day.
My soul screaming on the inside. Screaming to feel heard. Screaming to be free.
I was walking around feeling trapped and divorce was not an option.
Sometimes it takes me a little more time and space to understand and learn new things. In other words, don’t we all just wish we had a magic wand to make it all better?
But what if … the concept you needed to so desperately grasp, you couldn’t see?
This was me
To top it all off, no one else could explain it to me even if they could see it.
The brokenness that I am
See I grew up watching mainly Disney movies. You know how the story goes; boy meets girl. Next, some catastrophic event hangs their relationship in the balance. And in an hour or two the crisis has been averted and they live, “Happily Ever After”.
Couple that with our culture and what’s on TV.
Sex sells, right?
Sadly, the above is true, but I think, in the wake of that sale, we are left with a world more broken than before. Broken in such a way that we don’t even know it. So pervasive that it becomes a mindset that is CHOSEN for us and NEVER questioned.
This is where mindset comes into the story. I love this word. Understanding and learning more about what mindset is and all of its many facets. Has helped me to clarify so many things and find freedom in a number of areas. But I had not applied it to the “Happily Ever After” block I had been struggling with.
I couldn’t see it. Not in this context at least.
This, “Happily Ever After”thought has been a guiding principal in my life for as long as I can remember.
That was all I knew.
In my mind what I had witnessed from the above about “love/ relationship” was what it had looked like, felt like and how to attain it for myself. Even if the adults around me at the time didn’t portray it. I felt that they must not have found their prince charming. And that it would be different for me.
In other words, after a couple of years being married, a lot of the happily ever after “edges” had been decimated when the rubber met the road. And the years that followed, it felt like God had sanded all of those new edges smooth.
But yet, I still didn’t FEEL “love”. Even though I KNOW God is love.
Someday’s knowing that made me feel worse and frustrated.
All of God’s perfect love… and I can’t feel it.
With the “Happily ever after” mindset, I couldn’t see anything else.
Painfully aware of this happily ever after focus and the lack of feeling Gods love for some time. Which God had revealed to me during a prayer time or two. However, I felt that it had not been Gods timing to address it.
This past summer I was ready. I had plans. Plans to embark on a cruise with my parents, brother, and cousin.
Free time here I come!
With a week’s worth of time at my fingertips, I could sit with God and get to the bottom of this struggle once and for all.
So I prayed and prayed. Then an opportunity presented itself.
One night my brother convinced me that I should watch one of the shows the cruise line offered. It screamed “Disney” to me. Since it seemed important to him. And being the loving sister that I am, I acquiesced to his request.
As the performance unfolded and my well established ( not perfect) self-talk wained. I could feel this emotion. This “something”, that I couldn’t put a name to bubbling up inside of me. At this point, my positive self-talk could not keep this feeling from expressing itself.
I sat. I squirmed. I said, “See ya”!
Hopefully, I didn’t kick, bump or step on my poor mother, as I bolted right over the top of her. After which, I ran like a cross country athlete running and jumping over hurdles as fast as I could go. With the running track as my destination. I knew that at least there I could run out whatever this feeling was and mitigate another scene.
As a approached the Aqua Theater, I stopped. And asked God to show me why this upset me so.
What was it?
How do I fix it?
At that moment I thought, “Finally, I would get my answer to prayer!” This was Gods moment…
I spent a lot of time on that track over the course of the week. Praying and walking. Looking for answers, a sign, a task. Anything!
But alas, no real answer to that prayer.
I still couldn’t see it.
Have you ever heard the saying that sometimes you have to get to the end of yourself to see/ learn something?
Again I knew that, but I couldn’t see the bigger picture.
Now that I am typing this to you…
I now see that I have lived my life mostly with that focus as well.
As long as I could see the big picture I could move forward.
And feel safe.
What good is safe when you can’t feel love? Not even from God!
What do you do once you get to the end of yourself?
Still feeling like the damsel in distress.
On an ordinary day.
No climax to the story.
No guns blazing.
God showed up and reminded me that my FOCUS was to be on HIM.
That if I wanted to feel love. I needed to ALWAYS seek Him first.
All of which, again I knew and thought I had been doing to some degree.
I had felt conflicted with knowing this principle, yet still struggling.
See I had been processing it through my default mindset.
On a regular-ordinary day, I chose to lay down the Happily Ever After mindset and decided to trust God with my big picture. In other words, not knowing what… was next.
With the only mindset, I have ever known about love at the foot of the cross. What did I have to model after?
At this moment I saw a whole new level of what Jesus meant by, “Come follow me” Matthew 19:21 ( I encourage you to read and reread the whole chapter so you can get the proper context.)
Not only following HIM, but Jesus lists two things to do BEFORE following HIM. I never noticed the BEFORE before.
Jesus is always looking to spend time with us. But distractions and life get in the way. I couldn’t be fully present with Him with the, “Happily Ever After” mindset.
I had to focus on Jesus for my big picture needs, in regards to love and what God designed it to look like. Or the never-ending, soul-bruising, heartbreaking loop would be my- ever after.
I couldn’t see what Jesus was asking me to do until I chose to open my mind to NOT seeing and NOT knowing. In faith I had to blindly take each step, knowing and trusting that Jesus COULD see the big picture and I had to trust Him to lead me.
In a devotion (Embraced- by Lysa TerKerst) that I am currently reading. God showed me a new level of His character. Because of how much Jesus loves us. He is not going to allow me to hurt myself because of my brokenness. In other words, He draws my boundary lines in good and safe places. The best for me places. ( Some of these above points may have been stated in the book, but as I write this from memory I am not exactly sure.)
God wants us to have the freedom and abundance of Heaven, but I couldn’t accept something I couldn’t see or even comprehend.
We do this with our own children.
If we have stairs or other dangerous places in our homes. We put up baby gates or lock things away.
Because we know that a baby doesn’t understand that if they crawl to close to the stairs that gravity will take over. We could try to explain this to them with
These loving boundaries are there to help us move on to the next level of God’s will safely.
Brokenness defined me. I could not see any freedom in the freedom God had given me. And I still felt stuck. I did all the good things, like praying and making time for God regularly. Praying for freedom and wisdom. Waiting for answers.
Answers to see God’s abundant plan.
God’s file couldn’t download into my earthly broken mindset. Once I chose to use HIS software and accepted to upload God’s drivers, then I could download what the next step was.
Following HIM and trusting HIM to lead me to what love was designed to look like was the next step.
Does that last sentence make sense but sound confusing too?
Is there a
Does that struggle include another person? Even if it is your spouse?
Willngness, alone is not what God is asking for. He wants ALL of our heart, focus
I encourage you to share what is on your heart in the comments. Or if you are looking for a group to share within a closed setting. Join this wonderful FREE group of mine.
Let’s do life together.
Ps. I did want to mention something else that I found in Scripture. Something that pertains to the Happily Ever After my heart so longs for. Knowing that these words show up in Scripture gets me through some pretty dark days. And that Happily Ever after, was never meant to be the picture of what an earthly marriage should look like. But it was to reveal an eternal beginning. Check out Revelation 19. Let me know what you think about this.
Everyone struggles with something. For some, it is drugs and alcohol. Others its work, sex, or any other habits that keep us in bondage. Yet others struggle with food or rest.
Yes, I said rest.
My biggest struggle is rest. All around rest. I am talking daily rest, weekly rest, ” I need a vacation” kind of rest.
I enjoy the quiet of the night and the darkness. It is peaceful and still. There are no more expectations on the time because I should be sleeping. I love laying in bed and most mornings I don’t want to get out of my cozy warm bed. Don’t get me wrong, watching the sunrise, after a long nights rest, is indescribable. But then there is that moment at 10:30 every night, I think this thought.
” What is the harm in not going to bed right now?”
When I am really struggling I agree with this thought almost every night. Then the next morning I remember all the harm it does. I know it. I can feel it the next day, but then by bedtime that very same night, the whole process starts all over again.
I know that I function the best if I am in bed no later than 10:30. And every night at 10:30 the struggle with staying up and watching one more show is there again.
Some nights I do great other nights… are not so good.
A year or so ago I watched an episode of Bible Health Secrets. During one of my prayer times after this, I felt that God had clarified some thoughts I had been wrestling over. (This docuseries is amazing by the way.)
Our flesh craves things that do not bring us life. My two big ones are bacon and rest. God and I are on a journey to examine the “rest” in my life.
After all of this talk on what our flesh wants, it got me thinking. My hunger to stay up late is no different than someones “hunger” to eat a whole pint of ice cream every night.
In the above-mentioned docu-series, fasting was also brought up. Most people think of fasting in regards to food. Biblical. Check! Over the years God has shown me that fasting is more than just about food. God has asked me more than once to go on a TV fast. As all good parents do, you limit or remove any item that your child is consumed with to help them get back on track.
I can’t tell you how much extra time I find in my life when I fast from TV or screens in general for that matter. In most of the seasons of my life, if I find myself in need of some extra time, I remember those moments that I fasted from TV and sometimes if I am in dire straights go back to my TV fasting.
“Picture this with me, sitting down on my favorite comfy spot and fasting from food and TV, while sitting and drinking a wonderfully warm mug of green tea. Then on my lap is my Bible. A thought like this always brings me such rest and peace in my soul.”
Until I have to do it. ( the fasting from food and TV part that is.)
Have you ever had this thought quickly run through your mind:
“Do I watch 30 min of
It got me thinking why is it so easy to not do the life-giving thing for ourselves, and in turn so easy to DO the death-promoting thing instead? “
It hit me! In that moment, that all of the above is a flesh thing. It’s no different than Eve and the snake.
Once I get on that good old consistent sleep wagon. Its all gravy. I feel great, my back does not hurt as much. Abundant living right? Yes, but then life happens and I am back here struggling to get back on that wonderful sleep wagon.
It all boils down to these 5 steps.
Joy is never taken from us, we freely give it away.
– Sandy Nikson
August, 29th, 2018
I have always been under the belief that I was gifted somehow in not needed as much sleep as other people. That I even defied all the studies out there on the number of hours of sleep needed EACH night.
I believed that I could function well, be nice mannered and sleep less than most women could.
Even after I have observed all of my family members get less sleep than they should. And witness how nasty and difficult it was to deal with them.
I was different. I didn’t need sleep. I was immune.
Don’t get me wrong I agree with the studies on sleep.
Like most people, I guess, I fell willingly into the trap of believing that I was an exception to the rule.
It didn’t apply to me.
As long as I can remember, I have always had a hard time falling asleep. It also doesn’t help that I love staying up late. All of these things, in my mind, confirmed my long-standing belief. That I didn’t need as much sleep as most people do.
For those of you with children, you know that they can act as mirrors. They act out your good qualities and take up our bad habits. All for us to see and deal with. Some are great moments and others are… ones that make you reflect on your own life.
My sweet Vanessa’s strongwilled-ness in regards to not wanting to sleep has brought me to one of those reflective moments.
Most nights are a struggle to get her to go to bed. And if that was not hard enough, the fewer hours she has of sleep the more destructive she gets during the day. At this point, I feel we have done all we can do with her right now. So the only thing left that I can change or control is… ME.
Besides Prayer of course.
Yesterday. Last night, and this morning. God showed me, in love, what I act like, feel like and sound. Well- rested, tired, exhausted and overtired. Let me tell you these last…48 hrs have been… enlighting.
I had to be someplace at 8:45 am and it was 45min away. It was something important and special and I wanted to be my very best for it. I was in bed at 8:12 pm the night before, reading and playing a game on my tablet( which is a bedtime no no- that’s for another post or a link). I was probably sleeping between 10pm- 11pm. I woke up the next morning, I had everything ready the night before, so all I had to do was eat and drive. – Please note: not at the same time.
But on this 45 min drive, I noticed something… I felt like myself, silly, happy, full of joy, ready for the day. Frustrations popped up, annoyance happened, but all and all they really didn’t overly affect me.
3 pm, after a very nice day of A LOT of thinking and little to no water- long story. I was thirsty and pooped. In all honesty, I really needed a nap. My eyes hurt and I almost couldn’t drive, but I needed to eat something more than sleep. So my son, who was with me, and I went to Woodman’s to get a celebration ice cream (coconut- non-dairy version) we had just found this past weekend. We talked about the day while eating it in the car and I rested my eyes while he ate the last few spoonfuls.
On the way home, we picked up a couple more items at another store and drove the last 45 min home. Thankfully my son was in a talkative mood, but now the little things of the day started to bug me more. I was looking forward to going to bed early because I thought for sure I would be so tired that I would just fall right asleep.
We ate dinner, I watch two short Tv shows with my daughter, tucked her in and watch one 45 min show with my almost already asleep husband. My head hurt too much to read, so I played my usual tablet game, but that too hurt my head.
As usual, I just closed my eyes, as I tell my daughter to do, and tried to fall asleep. But I couldn’t. My mind was racing, but it wasn’t. My body was tired, but I was uncomfortable. I couldn’t sleep no matter how hard I tried.
After remembering a sleeping trick that I had recently read about, it stated something like; if you can’t fall asleep after 15min in a dark room and so on, to get up and read a book, sitting up in a chair. I was so tired and I wanted to sleep so bad, I decided to go downstairs and try it. I read almost 3 chapters and decided to try to sleep again. I did take an herb a doctor suggested for my daughter to sleep just to see what it was like for her. To better help her and of course to see if I could sleep too.
I fell asleep. But I have no idea what time and it was not restful sleep.
Woke up still tired and not ready for the day.
This morning felt so different than how I remember feeling the day before.
After prayer time, I could see how hypersensitive to every little thing I was. I think in the past I had chalked it up to OCD or just being particular.
It has been a lack of sleep this whole time. I need sleep just like everyone else. Maybe even more than everyone else.
Come along with me as my family and I work out this sleep journey together. The first step in any journey is knowing where you are going. Right now God’s destination for me is to figure out this whole sleep thing once and for all. Maybe not a permanent solution, but one that my daughter and I can work within for now until God shows us the next step.
In My Sweet Abundant Life’s Journey with HIM!
Disclaimer– These are my current action steps, I have not tried them or tested them out yet. I have no idea what will happen or if they will work. Read further at your own risk.
I will update other action steps as I go.- ( Just being honest, these updates are slower)
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When was the last time you played hide and go seek?
Believe it or not, I usually play it every night.
My daughter loves it. It is apart of her extensive bedtime routine. ( Long story, I feel a future post coming on, heheheh.)
One of the first times we started this bedtime routine, which starts out with Hide and Seek, I noticed that for some reason I felt super competitive.
Over Hide and Seek!
Which got me thinking, why am I turning something so sweet and innocent, like hide and go seek into a competitive sport? I was participating in the game for my daughter, and she didn’t care if I stumped her at finding me or not. She just wants me to play with her, so she can have the joy of finding me.
I believe that God too, loves the game of Hide and Seek.
According to a simple Blue Letter Bible search, on “seek Him” it found reference to those words 89 times in 35 verse. Such as Deuteronomy 4:29 and Psalm 22:26
Further evidence of Hide and Seek had been at church. Our pastor, one Sunday morning, and many mornings since that day has animatedly demonstrated this very point. That God loves to play hide and seek too. The only difference is I believe that God does “level up” the experience as we grow in His word. ( More on this in another upcoming post)
Today I felt led to share my experience that I had just this past Tuesday. As real-life evidence, to further illustrate this idea.
See I had plans on Tuesday. I was going to meet with an amazing lady from church to talk about some heavy things that were on my heart. I had planned to go to a wonderful meeting of women that same night and celebrate a year of growth together. Everything was going to plan. I felt that I had greatly managed my time. It was a thing of beauty, in my eyes at least.
I woke up sad.
I prayed and the sad was still there.
After I prayed I realized that I didn’t want to bring my heavy energy into the beautiful group of ladies that I had planned to celebrate with. It would not have glorified God in my attending feeling like this. Lastly, it would not have been good self-care for me. I was not in a celebrating anything kind of mood.
I needed to get to the bottom of this “sad” and the only way that was going to accomplish this was, I had to take the time and really sit with God and hash out some things. I knew that the “sad” had something to do with a word God had given me in church (no less), a couple of weeks before. A word that didn’t match up with who God is.
But God spoke it into my spirit!
What is a girl to do with that?
I did that.
And every day since.
So I contacted a wonderful, strong, woman of God. A woman I knew that had some experience in this area. She was the woman from church that I had planned to see that day.
I humbly brought my sad and confusion to her and we talked. It didn’t go exactly as I had thought it would go, but in retrospect now, it had gone exactly to His plan, all along. Praise God! His plan was sooooo, way better than mine.
After our meeting, I didn’t know how to feel. I didn’t know how to think and I all I wanted to do was just drive home. But deep inside I knew that was not what came next. So… I drove. I prayed. He answered.
Believe it or not there really is a Sherwood Forest in Green Bay, Wisconsin. It had been a 5 minute (if that) bike ride from our old house. In the shadow of the great Lambeau Field.
So, Sherwood Forest, it was.
I parked my trailblazer, and honestly, I felt a little silly.
What was I supposed to DO there?
I was even a little childish about it if I am being honest.
You know the kid that begrudgingly does what they are told but really doesn’t know why they are doing it.
So I found the bench that had popped up in my head when I felt led to go to Sherwood Forest.
Then I remembered that I had to pick up some supplements from my chiropractor in Howard. After about 15 min or so, of sitting in Sherwood Forest. I said a short prayer and got back into my car. As I got closer to the chiropractor’s office I saw a farmers market’s sign and felt that was my next stop.
At this moment it dawned on me.
Had it been God’s plan the whole time that this Tuesday was for Him and I to play hide and seek all afternoon?
Was it His way of creating space for me to make time to relax? To model what relaxing in His eyes can look like for me? In other words, help me practice relaxing that does not involve DO-ing something while relaxing? ( Long story)
As I sat in the parking lot of the Farmers Market, not knowing why I was there. I felt like I should bring some money with me.
Stopping at a Farmer’s market had not been on my to-do list that day, so I only had the leftover change in my car. I felt led to walk this very small vendor area, with less than $2.00 in my pocket. I obeyed. I walked. I listened.
While listening to God, I noticed a musician playing and singing so beautifully to all the people passing by and thought, “I wonder if anyone really notices he is there.” Yes, they probably hear his music, but do they SEE him.
At that moment I knew what the change in my pocket had been for. It wasn’t for me. It was to bless another. It was like opening the door to the upstairs closet where I know my daughter loves to hide and saying, “Found you, God!” You see on God’s kingdom calendar, on this particular Tuesday, God had been planning on hiding at that Farmers Market and He wanted me to find Him there. He wanted me to bless this man with some money. For whatever reason, only God knows what the $2.00 meant to this man. But for me, it was the hiding place God chose for me to find Him at this day.
It was to show me that sometimes when I don’t know what to do next or when I feel lost to STOP. And sit in a parking lot. Or DROP, what I am doing and just be. Or to be still enough to participate in HIS daily game of Hide and Go Seek.
I believe this to brings Him great joy,of being found by us.
Matthew 7: 7-8
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You’re it. ( Oops sorry wrong game. Hehehe)
Stuff is everywhere. We have kid stuff, paper stuff, emotional stuff- you get my point. STUFF!
Below is my reflection, my way of dealing with the magnitude of stuff I currently have at ,one of my parents apartments, my sisters house, the condo that we have been living at for about 10 days so far, my parents house and a moving container. That is A LOT of personal items to keep track of. Its all waiting for 2 more days until we finally get to move into our new house. It is my prayer that you find encouragement and/or some value in this. At the very least I hope you see that you are not alone in, “Stuff.”
In my reflection I came up with three Categories:
I can’t seem to get rid of this stuff!
You know what I am talking about. Like that shirt, the one that is kind of to small or even way to big. It might have some holes in it, but it’s comfortable, so you keep it.
All of this, I don’t like and don’t want. Yet it still remains…
This stuff I can not seem to find!
It makes me feel crazy!
Like when you have torn up your whole house to find your car key’s or cell phone, because you can’t find it for the millionth time.
Its there one minute and the next its GONE.
Has this happened to you too?
As I mentioned briefly above, I never seem to have enough time.
What about you? What kinds of stuff do you like, need and want? Stuff that you can’t find or find difficult to make time for?
Think of our laundry room for just a minute.
I have yet to figure out why this room is the room where everything that no one knows what to do with ends up. At least in my house it did. We will see if this holds true for our next house. Maybe you have a different room like this at your house. If so, comment and share with us on which room you find to be the room in your house where these items end up in.
What about these “lost socks” of the group?
Which brings me back to the stuff that really has no other definition than “Stuff.” You know the stuff that when a co-worker asks, “What have you been up to? The answer you might give back is, “Stuff.” This is the kind of “Stuff”, I don’t know what I want to do about it.
All of that to say,” You are not alone!” We all feel these things. No one has it all figured out. I will be the first one to admit- I don’t. It is always easier to see all the Stuff in others lives and what to do about them. It is a lot harder sometimes to see our own. Me included. As I reflected I thought about how all this stuff starts to become “normal.” It just becomes apart of the background of our lives.
Kind of like the refrigerator.
We all have one and we know its there, but on a day to day basis we don’t think about the fridge until it stops working. Then its a big deal. In those moment we appreciate the fridge a little more than we did the day before.
We appreciated the fridge because something changed and then it went back to normal, once it was fixed. We all enjoy the comfort of knowing what comes next, our routines- the status quo. But change is good. Change can be a very healthy thing. Change usually brings up things, stuff that we would just rather stay have stayed behind the refrigerator forever.
With all of this moving and packing, I have gotten rid of a lot of old STUFF. In all forms of the word. With getting rid of it all- such as, the stuff that has not served me in some time. I believe that it creates space for all the new and wonderful stuff God has for me and my future. It has also given me a whole new perspective on attaining MORE STUFF. ( Which is that -I don’t need any more stuff. Nope!)
I encourage all of you to prayerfully consider where in your life you could use a new perspective and take inventory of all of your STUFF. See what shakes out.
If you really want to shake it up and you need more room in your house. Pack it all up. Seriouly. Every 5 or 10 years I am going to do this. Just to see how much I have and just feel blessed. Thank God for all He has given me and provided for my family. Then give A LOT away!
This method, I feel, will help me to find things I didn’t even know I had, or maybe find items that were from an old season and never realized I had moved on from, because they had become apart of my everyday background. I found a lot of that in the move.
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You are not alone. Even Jesus struggled. Yes, you read that correctly. Jesus struggled. He warned us that in this life there would be trouble. But that He overcame this world, so WE could have life in abundance.
I am struggling too. Struggling is a part of life. It’s not fun. It is hard. No one wants to struggle.
I find in these moments or seasons of struggle, are where supernatural beauty can be found. It’s where, I think, God puts life-changing nuggets, as my friend once called them, in our paths to find.
I was looking out my car window waiting at a stop light when I had a thought- one I think most of us have had, from time to time. The thought was,” whats the point of doing good?” I save money and it’s never enough. Or, I did everything I was told to do, but that too was still not good enough. I think the hardest struggles are the ones you work hard at, put forth your very best, but the result you were working so hard to achieve, didn’t turn out the way you expected it would.
As I sat in my car thinking about this, for less time than it took for the light to change. These were the options I came up with.
Give up on being good. What is good anyway? My good can be different than what you think is good. Or what my neighbor thinks is good. I could decide to be self-focused and do life completely different. I could give up on going out of my way to be kind. I could be nasty and bitter. In other words, do the exact opposite of what and who I am right now.
I could continue to keep walking the path I believe God has laid out for me to walk. I could continue to show God’s love through my imperfect human self. Or I could do the things God leads me to do, even in the face of ” not good enough.”
See, I know that God is glorified in my weakness.
I know you are thinking, that’s great, but weakness doesn’t feel so good.
In my experience, and the more times I am reminded about this- when I take the time to picture my weakness glorifying GOD! The easier it is for me to feel weak.
I tried Option 1, about 5 months after I graduated high school. Now looking back it was exhausting and I felt burnt, dry, empty and so many more feelings inside. Yes, I got to DO what I wanted in that moment, but that “high” never lasted long and the feelings came right back. Sometimes with more baggage than I had before. Yuck!
Five or so years of living with this mindset, and having a beautiful newborn son, at that time. I knew something had to change. I had this feeling that I needed to KNOW what was actually written in the Bible.
Since that moment, and until now, I slowly began to choose option 2, day by day. Someday’s I went back to option 1, but now those day’s have turned into moments that only last the time it takes for a traffic light to change.
I finally came to realize, in this moment, more than any other. If I do my best and even if it is, “not good enough”, in my eyes, in that moment. I have the peace, now; that I did my best. I know it. God knows it. The cherry on top of all of this is, unlike option 1, there is no baggage that comes with it.
God is so great to me all the time, but I love that He meets us where we are at and talks to us in ways that we get it. He showed me Option 1 this way.
A cold, gray, wall that leads nowhere.
I know I have so many things I want to do and see and people to help and talk to. The abundant life that Jesus died to give me. I want to experience life in abundance as many days as I can before I get to live in Heaven with God forever. So a cold, gray, mindset; does not get me to the places and people I want to see and experience. So that is not the option for me.
Then I thought of Option 2 and this is what God showed me.
This picture shows me that regardless of what I feel like, see, think or believe about my current struggle.
Leads me to the life that I want to live out.
I would love to hear from you.
What are you struggling with?
In these moments, at the traffic lights, what options come to you?
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My heart is so full of thanks today. I have a lot of people to thank, so what better way than to share this moment with the whole world.
This whole post is one gigantic THANK YOU and a HUG!!!!
When I started this journey with God to health and wellness, I heard about this amazing blender.
Called the Vitamix.
At the time, I could not, in good conscious buy a new blender, when the one I had worked just fine. Especially not one that expensive.
My wonderful brother, on the other hand, after making fun of me for wanting a blender that was that pricey, bought one for himself. So I used his for awhile. (Almost broke it a couple of times! Oops, good thing the Vitamix is built tough.)
Driving 45 mins to use a blender, is not the most cost effect idea either but I saw my family too, not just the blender. hehehe
With a family and a house, stuff always comes up that takes higher priority than a shiny, new, amazing blender.
This year, I don’t know if God blessed me with more customers or if I just spent less overall. But when it came to the end of December, I had an extra $100 in cash. I sat there and thought, WOW! Nothing came to mind, that I wanted, or needed. It occurred to me that I had money from other Christmas gifts too. To make it even sweeter, I noticed I was still busy come January. (Notoriously dead at the salon). All that to say this, God was providing for something but I was not seeing what that was for just yet.
Fast forward to this past Friday afternoon, I was trying to make a smoothie. Like any other day. Sadly, our trusty bullet, which was very very old,(like I want to say 10+ years old) was leaking from the crack in the base of the blade. It had been cracked for some time but not leaking to this extreme.
Oh, I also forgot to mention, all the cups we had were barely working.
So we were down to one broken cup and a cracked blade.
It was getting bad.
It took 10 min or more to blend up one 8oz smoothie. That was it!
Time to retire the bullet and pick out a new blender.
Yes, I wanted the Vitamix, but it is so expensive and the sale they always have at Costco was in November, right after black Friday. It’s January, so there was no way it would still be on sale.
So I jumped on Costco’s website to see if any other blender was on sale. January, I guess, everyone thinks more about getting healthy, so ALL blenders (most) were on sale.
Even the VITAMIX!
The sale had two days to go, so I had to decide, to get a cheaper blender, or if it was time to get the blender I had wanted.
I got all my cash together, every last cent. Christmas money and the first few days of working. I was $39.99 short.
So I wrote out the balance with a check!
HUGE THANKS to my parents, between Christmas and my dad’s haircut (uncle too), my extremely generous customers giving a little extra love in Christmas tips. Today I got to buy my brand new, red Vitamix! Still on sale.
Thank you all. I appreciate each and every one of you. From the bottom of my heart.
After I brought it home, I just sat in the kitchen and was taken a back how blessed I am.
This was a personal victory too, in so many ways. I almost decided to save this blessing for new tires on my husbands car or that “thing” that always comes up. Like I always do. Not today. The money was a blessing. I decided not to live in a place of lack. Instead, I chose to live in a place of abundance. God will provide for those things at that time. We needed a new blender. God provided the opportunity and the money to pay for it in CASH.(plus a tiny amount in check form )
Thank you to all who read this post. For being a witness to my life.
What is one way today that you can live in a place of abundance? Please comment below, I would love to be a witness to your life too! Or post it in my newly made Facebook group!!! Join Today!
Why on earth am I saying Happy Thanksgiving?
Yes, I know it’s February.
February 14th to be exact.
It started with my sweet Vanessa’s excitement over Valentine’s day at school. So excited in fact she couldn’t remember what it was called. At some point, I believe she said something to the effect of “Happy Thanksgiving.” In the hopes of helping her remember what it was called, I explained to her that Valentines began with the same letter as her name. V like Vanessa. So we continued talking and again she said, “Mom, at Thanksgiving tomorrow, at school…..”The next part was priceless. She shook her sweet little face and said, ” No, that’s not it.”
It got me thinking.
I am not a huge fan of Valentine’s day. I personally think it’s a Hallmark holiday. In other words, it’s only around for card companies, flower shops, and candy stores. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just not for me. Being allergic to flowers, and believe it or not, chocolate is not a huge deal for me. There is not much left for me to get out of Valentine’s day.
So when my sweet Vanessa said ” Thanksgiving,” instead of Valentine’s day, it got me thinking. I guess I got caught up in the hype and I lost the point of the day in the first place. I have been focusing on things to be thankful for, so why not use “Valentines day,” as a reminder of thanks and gratefulness instead of an over hyped expectation. That is the whole heart intention of Valentine’s day in the first place, Right? Thinking about it through the lenses of thanksgiving has helped me to see that it is a much-needed reminder to be thankful for the people you love, so why not call it
So this is what my sweet husband got me for “Happy Thanksgiving”
I know I am weird, but this does not make me sick. This is a treat for me.
So I encourage all of you out there. To reclaim these “festivals,” as your own. In other words, you have permission to make the world’s celebrations whatever you want them to be for you and your family.
Thank you for being a witness to our first ever Nikson Family “Happy Thanksgiving”!
Ps. Pray for Vanessa. I think she might be feeling that we are making fun of her. I told her she had such a great idea that Daddy and I decided to change the name of the day for our family because Daddy and I liked her idea better. She was not amused.
Side-note: She now remembers every time to call it Valentine’s day.
Please comment below your “out of the box” holiday name or tradition your family celebrates.
I am going to tattle on myself. If you look at the date from the first twoish post and then this one, you will see that there is quite a difference in dates.
This was NOT as easy as I had thought, but here goes. I thought about this every day since I last posted. See, I believe I “Thank God” all day for the things that I see. I didn’t want to sit down every day to just write. ” I am grateful for God”. Which I am, but that is not the point to this challenge. The point is to intentionally see the good, mundane or extraordinary in the everyday.
Well, today is my birthday. 35 years to be exact. (When I actually wrote this, sorry it was in October)
So here is what I am thankful for today:
God cares about the mundane details of my life. So much so that, this morning my parents called me and sang Happy Birthday to me! I can not remember the last time I heard them both sing that to me at the same time. Seriously I can not remember.
I am Grateful for my husband praying for my parents to do something special for me on my birthday.
I am Grateful that my husband did not use negative words today to describe what he was not going to do.
(sorry if this makes no sense, its kind of a long, boring and confusing )
I am Thankful that my daughter got me exactly what I asked for.
A card, she made, hugs and kisses. Oh yes, I can’t forget she sang Happy Birthday to me twice.
I am Grateful for the time I got to spend with my son, at a local restaurant today. Even though it did not go as planned. I got to spend time with him.
Lastly, I am Grateful for a God, who cares so much about me that He and only He could change my heart about going to a gym. So much so that I joined one, today, on my birthday. God has painted such a picture for me that “gym” does not fit it. It’s not a gym to me, it’s a place to relax and destress. Both of which does not make sense when I think of a gym. I think of sweat, tears, pain and work. That is not what I feel when I walk in there. ( I will keep you posted on that).
Update: I left this just the way I wrote it almost three-ish months ago because I want everyone to see and know that, you don’t have to be perfect with this. I want to encourage you to start something new! If you get side tracked and it comes back on your radar, try it again!
My goal now is to make this a daily habit forever.
Today I read Psalm 50:5 and Psalm 50:14. Verse 14 closed the door on stopping after 21 days. I will stop posting them on here unless they are relevant, but personally I will continue this forever in my notebook. Those two verses, the fact that I am writing this to you and I have this as an assignment for school all tells me, crystal clear, this is something I want to do, to glorify God.
What about you? How is it coming? Are you enjoying spectating?
Let me know that you are out there.
I would love a Hi!