It’s Sunday night - we are on an airplane ride home – and the most beautiful little girl on the planet is sprawled across my lap. Her feet brush our neighbor’s leg...
Fortunately, as my Father would have it, Lisa is a friend from church and she knows our Bliss. And by knows, I mean knows.
“When you do something for someone else, don’t call attention to yourself. You’ve seen them in action, I’m sure—‘playactors’ I call them—treating prayer meeting and street corner alike as a stage, acting compassionate as long as someone is watching, playing to the crowds. They get applause, true, but that’s all they get. When you help someone out, don’t think about how it looks. Just do it—quietly and unobtrusively. That is the way your God, who conceived you in love, working behind the scenes, helps you out." - Matthew 6:2-4 MSG
This is me at a pretty cool photo shoot for postpartum doula life a few weeks back. Before I realized we would be homeschooling, I thought I would just be working with and writing for moms. But alas, God had other plans. Homeschool being one.
Homeschooling a special needs child gives you hundreds of opportunities practice small acts of kindness with great love in the dark. When nobody is looking, we're tidying the tornado that rips through our world again and again and again. Sometimes with words. Sometimes with a squeeze. And sometimes by avoiding eye contact - because, like a dominant doberman, my daughter will aggress with too much social stimulation.
When life gives you lemons - a.k.a. all the wildness - you can either make some super delicious lemonade with it... or you can not. With six years of mothering a gorgeous child with sensory processing disorder and fifteen years mothering me - a woman living with chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS/ME) - under my belt, I have personally come to the conclusion that either we choose to thrive... to make the lemonade... or we choose to not thrive.
"We just need to get through these days. But also, I don't want to miss them! This is going to fly by."
Today I'm trying my hand at poetry. We'll see if I can convey the joy I'm experiencing. I pray I can.
Blessings, sweet friends
Hey beautiful friends! Welcome to the adventure. I am so incredibly honored to explore life with (and speak life into) you! My prayer is that this is another post full of exploration tinged with hope.
A few years ago, I wrote about bed rest with my Wild one. I was 31 weeks gestation when early labor terminated our adventures out in the world. And while I struggled deeply during that time, I also grew. I've been reflecting on this a lot lately, as I dig into supporting the postpartum and special parenting community that I know and love.
Sometimes, I just need to read a book... find a Bible study plan that really just meets me where I'm at. The one I've just started has done just that.
Specifically, it is meeting me as I struggle with doubts – unsure of what to do or who to turn to because obviously God isn’t listening. Well, at least it feels like that some days!
Bless our tiny.
I hopped on facebook memories today and was met with a flashback from one of the first postpartum healing classes I taught with her when we moved to Arizona.
That morning she was absurdly naughty, from what I recall. We smiled anyhow...
Our surrender series continues after Oh What A Night!
After being sick the last few days, I was finding it hard to imagine what 2019 will look like. Will I continue doing life with chronic disease? Will Bliss need me less? Will she need me more? Are the whispers I've tucked in my heart even available to me anymore (here)? How am I supposed to do bring a foundation into the world from this space? How do I grow a business to support this foundation from HERE?
Oh precious friends. I had this grand idea that I would be talking to you from a place of having fully prevented stress - or at least having managed it well - this year. But here we are. Me a lump of chronic-disease-filled exhaustion. And you... maybe a little bit better off than myself?
I'm praying it's so