Sunday, June 19, 2011

Letter To My Father, My God & Myself


I said I was going to go to bed early tonight...but that's just not going to happen :) This MUST come out. This one is for me, but if you're reading, feel free to join me.

I have needed a father, a dad, a daddy this week. Usually I manage just fine. I'm a grown woman with three children of my own. I've got a good life, a good husband and a great God. But, this week, the world seemed especially big and bad. I felt the need to run for protection, to be covered by someone, but who is it???

The hole that is still in my heart due to the absence of my dad (Will it ever go away? I want it to and I pray for it to often.) seemed absolutely cavernous this week. I was picked on by a bully and was afraid.

The first person I cried out to was God. And, I know He is always with me. But, sometimes, do you ever just need someone to hold you? Someone who's bigger and stronger than you? I pray all the time, "Jesus, just let me feel your arms around me."

So, around the same time the bully situation happened, I had gone to the store for my annual ritual called "find the most loving yet generic Father's Day card ever created". It's a stretch, to say the least. Too mushy would be a lie that we both recognize. A funny one? No, there's never been humor exchanged between us. I have to find the one (and there's always JUST one) that walks the precarious line of stating "You are my father, this is Father's Day, so have a good day."

That wound was already open. BUT THEN...

The proverbial "salt" was poured in when yet another young woman who has an unsatisfactory dad has claimed mine for her own; so much as to pour out her heartfelt feelings for him on Facebook (truth be told, my dad's not even "on" Facebook, he doesn't even know how to text). Yes, we all have known the pain of reading something on Facebook that we wish we had never, ever seen...

This girl is young and I count her as innocent. I forgive her because she knew not what she was doing, I am sure. But, that hurt is still there, ringing in my ears, crushing my heart, preoccupying my thoughts.

So, I am left alone, just me and my Heavenly Father's presence, ever so heavy and strong in this room. This is where the rubber of faith meets the road of life. How do I do this? How do I believe that God is enough? That He loves me more than my earthly father ever wanted to or is capable of? That He cares about this? That He caught the numerous tears that have slid down my cheeks today?

I keep repeating what I know of God to myself. He will never leave me. Be still and know that He is God. He works all thing together for my good.

Somehow, I sense that this is about so much more than the relationship that I want but have come to terms with never having with my dad.

NEWSFLASH: I think I made my dad an "idol"!

In trying to reconcile, forgive, admit my own mistakes...I think over the years I thought of my dad as a gift that I thought for sure God would finally give me. I think I missed that GOD is the gift I get. Period.

I want to say goodbye to all of that. Because that will never, ever satisfy me. Only God can fill what is indeed a God-shaped cavern in my heart. I'm going to keep asking Him to do that for me, because my spirit is willing, but my flesh is weak. I simply do not know how to do it, to snap my fingers and poof, God's enough for me. But, it is my prayer that when this day comes around next year, instead of mourning what I don't have or what was stolen from me, I can rejoice in what was bestowed upon me by Jesus.

P.S. My dad's not on the internet, either, so yeah, he'll also never see this. So, I guess this is really just a letter to God.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

What My Life Looks Like



I have three daughters, ages 5 (going on 16), 2 1/2 (who acts EXACTLY her age) and 1 1/2. These girls are my everything and have changed everything about my life. This is what my life looks like:

*I've found Hope putting $100 prescription eye drops in her baby-doll's eyes.

*If I am looking for my favorite bracelet, the first place I look is their toy box.

*If it is quiet too long in my house, I head to the bathroom where I have found an entire roll of toilet paper unrolled, Hope applying my mascara to herself, Trinity getting into the bag of guards for Steve's electric hair clippers, Hope using the entire dispenser of soap to wash her hands with bubbles overflowing from the sink, etc.

*I estimate that I could feed our entire military with the food that I have found in our couch cushions, under furniture, in our van and just plain wasted by being thrown on the floor. Entire box of crackers and bags of pretzels are vacuumed up on a weekly basis.

*Going to the grocery store with these three inspires complete strangers to give me looks of empathy, offer me their cart, offer to take my cart back, help me with my girls' coats and other nice things. These people usually offer up the information that THEY had three little ones who are either teenagers now or are grown. I thank God for them! I confess that I have asked complete strangers to hold my baby while I use the bathroom -- and they have complied, only too happy to hold a baby :)

*Some people in public say some not-so-nice things as well. This brings out the lioness mama in me and we won't talk about those instances :)

*Steve and I have forgotten what the inside of a semi-nice restaurant looks like. Friday's? Smoky Bones? Now, the best we can manage is Bob Evans or Chick-Fil-A :)

My life is one that I never imagined for myself and never actually wanted -- because I didn't think I COULD ever have it or deserved it. Raising these girls is refining me. In particular, staying at home, trying to make it as a one-income, one-vehicle family has taught me to be more efficient and not take things for granted the way I used to.

Sometimes, I will admit, this life is very, very difficult. There are many days that I cry. My refuge is the downstairs bathroom where I go in, lock the door and turn on the exhaust fan so I can cry out to God to help me. Many days I am frustrated, exhausted and worn-out. I make mistakes, it seems, in every hour of the day.

I can see that my life, these girls, have been a way for God to draw me closer to Him. I have a lot to be thankful for, even on days when everything has gone wrong and no one has behaved (including me).

Each time I go into my girls' room at night to pray over them, I am speechless at the beautiful gifts God has bestowed on me. I don't deserve them, even today. I see the difference in my girls' life compare to my own childhood -- God has performed a Great Reversal, as the Message version of the bible puts it. I am thankful beyond what my words can say.

God who made you has something to say to you;
the God who formed you in the womb wants to help you.
"I will pour water on the thirsty ground
and send streams coursing through the parched earth.
I will pour my Spirit into your descendants
and my blessing on your children.
They shall sprout like grass on the prairie,
like willows alongside creeks.
This one will say, 'I am God's,'
and another will go by the name Jacob;
That one will write on his hand 'God's property'—
and be proud to be called Israel."
~Isaiah 44 MSG