A heart that’s been broken does strange things.  I imagine it’s like a new coat of paint on a car that’s been in a major collision.  Somehow the new shiny exterior develops some strange flaws that a the factory coat never would.  A heart that’s been broken becomes a heart of two halves.  One half terrified of ever having to endure heartache again.  One half secretly craving it.  While the terrified half might make it difficult to fall in love again, the other half makes it impossible to stay in it.  This half is like a child sitting in a messy diaper.  This half is like a drug addict stuck in an endless pattern.  This half is like someone with obesity stuck on their couch, perpetually eating because he or she has no idea what to do if they stopped. 

My heart has been truly broken 3 times in this lifetime.  I’ve had other heartaches and longings, but it’s the true breaks caused by c, d, and s that have left my heart with strange flaws that bubble up and peel away at the exterior I try so hard to keep shiny and new. 

It’s like I don’t truly believe what I have is love because my heart doesn’t ache.  My heart just sits.  I don’t feel the passion I once had.  I don’t feel desperate for my love.  I don’t feel infatuated or obsessed.  I don’t feel the adrenaline or the pleasure of each little triumph of winning my lover’s affection.

So when it comes down to it, I miss the highs (and necessary lows) of the past.  I still grieve the loss of a hundred futures I’ll never have.  I still crave the feeling only brought on by desperate love stories and songs.  I still cheer for the underdog that my past love has become.  I long for the love that conquers above all odds.  I dream of what could’ve been.  It’s hopeless and it’s masochistic and yet it draws me in like a magnet.  I miss the certain uncertainty of believing our love would triumph even when the world was against us.   When I hear a desperate love song I turn it  up and soak in that feeling of heartache.  I sing out in grief and allow the feeling to take over my body like a flood.  I succumb to the current and sink under the surface.

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mmm yumm.

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no excuses.

oh Romans 7, you get me every time!! last week at church we focused on the passage below. i remember reading this passage when i was younger and thinking
a)that will never be me now that I know God
and
b)this is just one big huge excuse for bad people in the world.
pretty judgemental, huh? i definitely see it through different eyes these days. this passage speaks the truth but is not justifying what we do wrong. it is sending up praise and gratitude to the One that loves us in spite of ourselves. we could NEVER save ourselves.

15I do not know why I do the things I do. I do not do what I want to do. But I do the things I hate.

16And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good.

17So now it is no longer I who do it, but my wrong ways in me.

18I know that no good thing lives in me. I mean, no good thing lives in my body. I want to do what is good, but I cannot do it.

19I do not do the good thing I want to do, but I do the wrong thing that I do not want to do.

20If I do the thing I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but the wrong thing in me that does it.

21So there is a law I find that it is at work in me. When I want to do what is right, I can only do what is wrong.

22In my own mind I am glad to obey the law of God.

23But I see that in my body there is another law fighting against the law in my mind. And that makes me like a prisoner to the law of wrong things in my body.

24I am a very sad man. Who will save me from this body that will make me die?

25Thank God for Jesus Christ our Lord who will do it! So this is the way it is. In my mind I am a slave to do the law of God, but in my body I am a slave to do the law of wrong things.

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what do i tell them?

when my dreams turn to dust?

when my world is turned upside down?

when following You has led me away from who I thought I would be?

when my potential is spoiled?

when my cleverly designed facade starts to melt away?

when i can’t see the window you are opening and I’m left standing in the dark?

when i don’t know what i’m doing, where i’m heading, or who i am?

a dear, dear friend is being faced with these questions…and as i opened my mouth to speak to him…God breathed wisdom into my lungs.   this is a person i love and always will.   he is generous…oh so generous.  he is talented, smart, funny, charming, inspiring, knowledgeable, handsome, and strong.  he loves the Lord and wants to believe, but life is not fair.  he makes the world a better place than he found it.  but he is hurting.  he is struggling.  he is grieving.

i have been there.  i have been THERE.  i was a person that identified myself by a laundry list of things that i could be.  i was the kind of girl that people envied.  that people looked up to.  i was the model child for following the rules.  i was the teacher’s pet.  i cleaned my plate, got the grades, won the trust of parents, and worked hard to be where i was.  my heart was big and my empathetic heart lunged at every opportunity to help.

so what do i tell them when i don’t know what to say?   i tell them that we are all the same.  i tell them there are no answers.  i tell them i don’t know any more about tomorrow than i do about today.  but what i do know is this….God is more concerned about my character than my comfort.  He is sculpting me.  He is painting in the colors of his master puzzle.  not My puzzle…His puzzle.  This is not MY story…it is HIS.  And on a level much higher than a Bob Ross painting that I feel sure the artist has messed up by adding that big blob of burnt sienna or yellow ochre, God is laying the foundation and building His palette.  He is creating His kingdom, brush stroke by brush stroke.  And even I….with my shattered dreams, clumsy feet, poor decisions, and misread journeys can’t make a mistake that He can’t turn into a beautiful, happy little tree.

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my words are few.

in my wildest dreams, i couldn’t have planned, scripted, or imagined the course of the past few months.  i am surprised, shocked, and speechless at the recent turn of events.  i am powerless.  i am surrendered.  i am working on letting God be God….and being ready for the ride.  I’m trusting Him with it all.

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are you present?

thanks to a fabulous post from Pete Wilson, i’ve been doing a lot of thinking today. in his post, Pete brings up the fact that so many of our modern conveniences are actually making our lives more INCONVENIENT. with our smartphones, high speed internet, laptops, etc. we can now work anywhere, at anytime. we expect more of ourselves and others expect more of us. we are constantly reachable and therefore distracted. our technologies are limitless and work as fast as we could possibly need them. on the rare occasion they slow down, we are lost. we are spoiled. we are frustrated. we forget it was once possible to connect and make plans before texting!

Speaking of cell phones, I wish I were a little bit more like one.  Think about it, guys are willing to sign up for a 2-year committment and monthly fees, sight unseen.  They don’t know if the service will be good in their bedroom.  They don’t know if the fees will be astronomical if they go international.  They just hope for the best and commit.  I have dated many a guy that has picked a cell phone carrier based on what everyone else is doing or who has the coolest phone.  They don’t really care what phone number they get, they just sign the dotted line for the next 2-years of their life.  It’s been a long time since I’ve had a committment like that!

after a hard winter/spring of worries and setbacks, i have let my summer just be. i spent hours watching my cell phone, stressing about things on facebook, and just feeling distracted ALL THE TIME. i felt unwanted if 1 hour passed and no one had sent me some form of electronic messaging. wow, what tunnel vision!!  things have changed this summer.  as i miss my grandma, i think about how she lived her life…simply.  silence wasn’t common with her, but it also wasn’t uncomfortable.  she and i would often sit out on her porch and just listen to the birds, watch cars pass, breathe in the thunderstorms, and enjoy life.  we would sit there for hours in the summer, just being.  as i get ready to head out on a family vacation for the first time in YEARS, i think about vacations passed.  i remember road trips spent staring out the back window watching the world change as time rolled by.  i remember knowing anything was possible.  i remember silence and being still. 

there is a trecherous balance between being present and being able to let your mind reset.  but this balance must exist.  you can’t be present if you are trying to be present all the time (aka too many distractions).  you also can’t let your mind reset if you zoom in to the details all the time.  we need to use our minds like a camera…..zooming in when the close up things matter and zooming out when the big picture matters.

i have been struggling with running.  i love to run but i’ve been struggling with my mental capacity to run.  struggling with getting bored.  i’ve struggled with zooming in on every little challenge, every little pain, every misstep, every uneven surface, every steep uphill, everything that is against me.  i’ve tried to enjoy the view.  i’ve tried to let my mind roam.  i’ve tried to just breathe.  but it wasn’t until tonight that i realized what i need to do. i need to zoom out.  

i need to view running like mowing.  with a double corner lot, i mow A LOT.  unlike running,  i’ve been mowing for what seems like my whole life.  i was even a groundskeeper one summer after high school.  with mowing,  i’ve always been able to finish the job well while still allowing myself to be in the zone and have an almost out-of-body experience.  exausted, filthy, weather against me… i’ve still been able to disconnect and reset in that alone time.  i start the job and don’t stop until I’m done, even if i’m soaking wet.  and in that time i drift in and out of daydreaming.  when my yard is freshly cut i look at it and smile and enjoy the reward of my hard work. 

yesterday i decided to push myself a little harder and run immediately after mowing (stopping only to grab my water bottle).  i was already warmed up.  i was already in “the zone”.  it was the best run of the week! 

so lesson of the day….work to use my camera lens.  zoom in and zoom out as needed.

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truth.

i had a million other ideas in the works for tonight but….
since i’m working on just breathing right now, i’ll steal a word from my Father instead.
“Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.”

Ah how true it is.  He does. The truth sets us free. Sometimes the truth just plain hurts, but it is always what is best for our ever-expanding hearts.

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fast forward.

why does if feel good to be in control? why do we feel the need to take the wheel? why do we want to know what’s next?

i am guilty…extremely guilty of this. i rush things. i hurry things and way too often, i fast forward through the good stuff to get to something i can hold onto. false intimacy. false love. i allow this world to consume me.

in addition to seeing things that aren’t there, i also feel a horrible need to make things happen the way i see them. all the while turning a blind eye to the treasures God is ready to hand to me if I just let Him.

i want to surrender. i want to just keep walking and keep loving and keeping my wide-eyes, wide-open. i’ve found that I often don’t want what is handed to me. i’ve found that when a great guy reaches out to me, i run and hide, feeling smothered. this is ridiculous. because when i reach out to a guy…i do it in such a controlling, fast-forward driven way that i imagine i too am the smothering type.

i love to love. i love to be happy and make people smile. i love to laugh and make others laugh (usually at my own expense!). i want simple things. simple things make me happy. time with friends. time with family.

the other night i went out to a bar with friends that was within walking distance of my house. i don’t know why it is but just that simple fact brings me extreme happiness. it’s my neighborhood pub. a couple of weeks ago i was in this cutest little quaint town for the 4th. i went for a run by the river early the next morning and in the sweetest little small town way, everyone i saw had a welcoming smile. a welcoming wave. a welcoming “good morning”. in this particular instance, breakfast (and several bars I’m sure) was within walking distance. this was the kind of place where everybody knows your name. with really yummy hashbrowns and an unending cup of coffee. i know i’m becoming a little old lady but i don’t care. those simple things bring me joy. i think it’s fear of these simple things ending, fear of feeling out of place, and fear of missing out that leave me filled with anxiety. i don’t want to miss life! i don’t want to let go of the simple joys for false imitations. i don’t want to become a cat lady that sits on the sidelines. i want to be the leading lady. i want to be glorious and vibrant. never taking things too seriously.

but i do…take things too seriously. too personally. too naively.

i think God looks at my heart and sees a child’s heart. i think He sees a gullible, trusting little girl that dreams whether awake or asleep. i think He sees a foolish girl that lets strangers lure her away with candy and empty promises. but in that heart there is a purity that is true. a genuine sweetness that i can’t shake. an honest desire to love and be loved. to nurture, to encourage, to inspire, and to grow. my prayer is just that i learn discernment. i want to learn how to see the difference between His ways and the ways of this world. to avoid the counterfeit and embrace what is true.

if my heart were a bunny (go with me here) it would be guilty of heading down way too many rabbit holes. it would be guilty of going all in, all too fast. it would be more than just an object on my sleeve…it would be a tattoo on my face for everyone to see. i am on a path right now and i have no idea where it leads. my romantic mind is already writing novels and my finger has been firmly planted on the fast forward button of the remote control. the black and white line is blurring into a messy gray. this all make me feel adrift and unrooted. then i turn back and realize that holding on to Jesus will keep me in love. God will be my anchor. He will reveal to me what is true and lovely…if i just hold on.

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thoughts while biking.

Shot blocks and bugs for breakfast…YUM!

Did I take a wrong turn and end up in Louisiana?? ugh to stagnant, standing water and mosquitos!

ahhh the dam! covered by hundreds of vultures….uh oh!

beautiful view, fabulous breeze, perfect morning!

um are those vultures circling above me?! time to get moving again…

is that my Prince riding a white horse through the meadow?

nope, just a van down by the river!

time to start moving again…..8 mosquitos are loving my glistening arms

whew….that was a close one! trust me cars…I don’t want to be on the road either but the trails are underwater!

well, the adrenaline rush of almost being hit by a car every 30 seconds is doing wonders for my speed!

one more hill climb!

home already? :(

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