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?
I've been a big dreamer since I was a little girl. I'm not sure if I imagined sea monster birthday parties (I heart our Wild so much!!); but I wanted to be every profession under the sun. From artist to dancer to doctor. I settled on doctor until Chronic Fatigue Syndrome took the reigns when I was a sophomore in college. CFS continually takes the reigns on my life. And while my word for 2018 was surrender (as in surrender to God's plans) I think often I surrendered it "it's" plans.
Yet... beautiful things still happened... HERE.
Here, waiting for the words "cancer-free" I found incredible joy and purpose in motherhood.
Here, I found hope in Jesus, and not my circumstances most days.
Here, I found incredible friendships seasoned with honesty about CFS and special parenting.
Here, in moments of wellness, I spent hours around coffee tables speaking life into women who look a bit like me.
Here, we created a support system for Bliss; and found out her real diagnosis isn't exactly autism.
Here, I read dozens of books. Autobiographies about special parenting rides; books laced with wisdom from women and men who survive and thrive in their own personal disorder, dysfunction, and disease.
Here, I saw our reach expand into the five digits through social media.
Here, in surrender, I found out who God is. He's of His Word. Not of this world; but in this world - in surrender.
So this is your call to action. It's not just mine. If you took your pain, your problems, your doubt and distraction and dysfunctions (and and and) out of the picture - would you see what good happened in a year in which you may not have reached every goal? Would you still dream? And what would you imagine for YOUR new year?
Welcome to the home of the Barefoot Preacher Project. Speaking life into wild places and spaces is my jam. And encouraging you to do the same "my calling" here on earth. I am so honored that you are here!