Friday, June 10, 2016

What Kind Of Storm Is This? | Jonah Part 1



Storms come into each of our lives in a variety of ways and in many different seasons.  If you’re in one now, my heart aches for you. I know what it’s like to feel like you’re falling apart. Like, even your best efforts are failing you. You’re overwhelmed with emotions and life circumstances be it; sickness, job change, status change or a simple cross road or even worse, a mixture of all of it. After all, sometimes when it rains, it pours.

Like the chicken or the egg, it can be really hard to tell if the storm has come because of your actions, feelings and thoughts or if each of those things are a result of the storm that came to you first.  No one wants to be “Debbie Downer” or to be perceived as whining about their problem(s). You don’t want to make anyone sad by even admitting that you’re struggling. –And truthfully, sometimes you and I don’t know the words to describe it anyway. It’s just too overwhelming or surreal. So why bother.

If you’re in this place right now. I get it.

I’d like to tell you some things that I learned through my own recent storm and how my faith and the words of Jonah helped me get through it. My hope, is that it will relieve some of the pressure on you. Maybe even redirect you and help you get through your own season. It’s going to take me a few posts to work it out though. It won’t be all at once.

I recently shared a testimony about a big job change that happened for me in January. Before that, I worked 14 years at the same organization but in the I.T. department. When I started I.T. there was only one employee in that department and I joined her. I got the pleasure of watching that department morph into a 10-person team! While there were several opportunities for me to become Supervisor. I always resisted.

Until I stopped resisting.

3 years ago, it became obvious that our team was large enough and needed another Manager. It made sense that I should take it. It finally felt right. I was all fired up about it. Oddly enough, I remember telling a friend that while I knew it was time, I also felt like it was the end of me at the bank or the end of myself as I knew it. …and that was an eerie feeling.

There was no turning back and I didn’t want to.

Quickly the position didn’t seem to fit right. I struggled with it; maybe because I didn’t know how to “cut the path”. An example given by my Supervisor at the time as he helped me navigate my course. Being a visual learner, it was a timely and useful picture for the season. [If you were plowing a field of corn and were to try and cut a path when all of it is at eye level; it might be hard to see where or how you go in and accurately get to the other side or make the first pass. But once it's started, the remaining passes are clearer.] 

I asked myself if it was simply fear, intimidation or uncertainty? I also kept going while I considered my answers. I accepted every challenge that came my way professionally and personally. I even made a few extras. I learned a lot about myself in that time. Some good. Some not so much. I gained a whole new respect for Managers. Thankfully, I grew.

But meanwhile, it felt like I was losing the ability to control myself. The harder I tried, the more stressed out I was or the more errors that I made. Then to top it off, I started losing my ability to remember anything, or control my emotions. I cried during everything. I am not joking. I once sat in an 8-hour class with department heads and speakers with tears streaming down my face during 4 hours of the presentations. And don’t get me wrong. I love to be moved and inspired but this wasn’t a motivational talk. We were role playing, all sitting at the same table. A sweet co-worker gestured across the table that I had tissue stuck to my face…. Um yeah- It was like that. Haha

Yet, no one was more baffled than me.

Then it happened again in while learning about invoices. And again, while talking about goals and vision(s) for the team. And again, while reviewing contracts. Then it got to a point that I could not say the word ‘job’ without tearing up. I was certain that I was slipping off of my rocker.

Before I go deeper, I want to tell you that what I share here is not a reflection of my organization. It’s about what was happening inside of me. The company that I work for is a tremendous organization. It is a great place to work and I had the strongest Supervisors and Supporters through all of this! The internal storm is about a very spiritual aspect of this thing we call life and how the Lord sometimes moves within us. –Even though all of the outside conditions might indicate anything but stormy.

Underneath all of the successes that I was experiencing and “growing” that I was doing. I continued to struggle. I mentioned that I had gotten restless in I.T. a little while before I became a Manager. Somehow moving up the ladder, while it felt right and like it was the right time for me; I also felt like I was being pulled away from it. I would come home from work completely fried. –And I remember having conversations with my family where they were trying to talk to me and their words were bouncing off… I could see their mouths moving. I could hear them talking but I could not compute what was being said. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, so wired, I’d have to run and I was not a runner at the time. Or I had hives covering my calves. Even some of my own words seem streaked with things unusual to me. Now they are so easily recognizable as an SOS, for example: 
I wrote to my preacher and told him that I felt like “I had turned Jekyll/Hyde. I didn’t even recognize who I was anymore.” (RED FLAG)

In a journal to myself, I wrote: “If I could have unzipped my skin and ran fleeing from myself, I would have.”  –That’s a really crazy feeling by the way.

Even the words that I used to describe myself or certain events didn’t line up with what I felt or believed but they would come out so weird.

The lions of insecurity and awkwardness were growing larger and prowling all around.

To further compound it, I’m supposed to be a Christian; full of light and peace and joy…. I was in my Bible every day, praying like each breath was my last. Why didn’t I have it together? Isn’t my God bigger? Shouldn’t I be giving it to him? Am I not giving it to him? If not, how the heck do I let this thing go?

The breaking point for me was last summer during Helping Hands Camp Youth Camp. I was one of the Site Assistants for a couple of days on 2 different jobs. I don’t know if it was working outside all day, helping others on a deeper level, or doing something completely different than what I usually do. –But we painted sheds and porch rails, we hung trailer skirting and cleaned yards and at the end of each day, I couldn’t help but notice the peace that accompanied me home.

I couldn’t work every day of the camp but a friend took my kids for the remainder of the week. One morning before work, I asked her to pray. She and I had talked a lot about my job over the years and we did so again for a few minutes. Then she grabbed me by my shoulders, looked me in the eye and simply said “Reggie, I don’t think you’re supposed to do that anymore.”

Generally, I don’t let other people’s comments make such radical decisions in my life, but the words were alive and pierced my soul.

I drove to work and put in a Bible CD and began to pray. –But then the words of Ecclesiastes began to sound. Not having heard them before, I sat mystified.

“Meaningless! Meaningless!”
says the Teacher.
“Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless.”
What do people gain from all their labors?
at which they toil under the sun?  [Read More]

I listened to several chapters, some on repeat but everything that came out seemed to further drive home the words of my friend. I had an hour commute but by the time I got to work, I simply felt in my spirit that it was time to turn in my notice. I nervously called Colin from the parking lot. “Honey, what would you say if I gave a 6-month notice today? I feel like it’s what I need to do.”

While he has always been supportive of me and anything that I wanted to do, I had never talked about quitting. So he always encouraged me on. This time was no different. He simply said, “I don’t think you should but do what you gotta do and I support you.”

So, I began the conversations… First with my Supervisors, and then with HR and I even went to A Christian Counselor for a few weeks to make sure I wasn’t having a mid-life crisis. I even had some physicals to make sure this crying stuff wasn’t hormonal. Good grief was it menopause? 

I don’t know where 6 months came from… but I didn’t want to leave too quickly an organization that had been really good to me. They would have to hire and train… And I had spent so much time telling myself to do the job that it was suddenly really hard to see myself completely different. I was going to need some time to unravel this… And if I was changing something, I wanted to dream a little and pray a lot.

Oddly enough I gave my notice in July and a marketing job came open in December. I was offered the job in January… 6 months later… And there have been a lot of blessings on this side of that decision that I will also try to write about soon.

But I told you that I’d share with you some things that I gleaned from Jonah. So grab your Bible if you don’t already have it and flip to chapter 1. –Go ahead and read it first if you like because I won’t go line through line through it here. My references to his story will be spread out between these posts.

Jonah is known for running so far from God that the Lord had to send a storm and a whale after him to bring him back to the His plans.

If you’re in one of those really stressful seasons or feel like you’re falling apart. Your storm could be because of consequences if you’re running from something. But what happens when you’re not. You’re just minding your own business and poof, here’s your storm. Now you’re just trying to hold on!

The Lord used that job in SO MANY ways to grow me and shape me. Also, during that time, I had all 3 of my children. I met my Best Friend. Several of us started going to Bible Study together, then church. And eventually, about 4-5 years ago I got serious about having a relationship with God.

...and then the Earth started moving! Let’s just say that my boat set out to sea here.

I began growing restless in my work and in some other areas. (Was it coincidence that the more serious that I got about Him, the more other things started rattling around?) I started clinging tighter to those things and not necessarily because that’s what I wanted to do; but in being an emotional person, I didn't want to follow feelings. I get them wrong A LOT. After all, the Bible never tells us that our life will be dreamy 24/7. And from "the view of the boat" there was nothing else in the sea that looked like a direction or a sign for me.

So, I prayed harder and held tighter. When I accepted the promotion, which I still believe I was supposed to do, things really started going south in me.  My work, my team, all of the things at my job were still wonderful. I was a complete mess. I believe verse 7 describes it as "calamity" and v11 says the sea was rougher and rougher. So rough, I was ready to jump ship.

But I held on even tighter.

The Lord led me to that job. I didn’t want to leave it a moment too soon. And so I tried to be my best cheerleader, telling myself that I can do hard things and to not to give up before victory and to choose my attitude....

I think you get the idea here but close your eyes and imagine for a minute, me on my knees on the deck of a boat, holding on to bolts or the mast or whatever is available on deck. Tired, drenched, tossed around… and hanging on.

Please hear my heart when I tell you this.

This chapter might tell you that God sent a storm after a man that was running.  But God also sends storms after those who are simply lost at sea. And after those who are crazy obedient and after those who are exactly where they were supposed to be.

Sometimes, he sends a storm after YOU.  Could this be your storm?

I hope you can hang in there as we work out these posts.

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While you wait, start journaling now about your storm and highlight or mark things that just stand out. –Even if they don’t add up yet. Start reading your Bible, even if you’re not really into it. If you find any scriptures or characters that might touch you, go ahead and include that with your notes. Then pray and meditate on those things.



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Wednesday, June 8, 2016

I Look For You



I look for you
in the reflection of puddles
and on stones, overturned.
though muck and mire seem so beneath you

I look for you
in the rays of the sun
and between the clouds
as if your greatness should be so cliché as “up high”

I look for you
between lines on each page
as if you’ve written every one for me
-a secret message between lovers

I look for you
in the face of tragedy
the things I cannot understand,
bare to look at or retell

I look for you
in the anger that follows
-every scene
or truths that I withhold,
and in my emptiness when I cannot justify those two

I look for you
in street lights and on door posts
as if your profoundness dare be
so mundane or obvious

I look for you
in things that move
a lover's kiss
a baby’s breath
a song that rips me to my core

I look for you
eyes closed,
relying completely on my senses or  
how others describe you to be

I look for you
sinking down in pews,
standing at each ovation,
wading in waters,
stretched out along the shore

And yet
no opportunity goes unanswered
no glance returns void
and so -

       I keep on looking






Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Bright Spots




So yelling at my kids has always been one of those things that really bothered me about my parenting. For some reason as the kids got older, I got louder. As if, their ears being bigger, meant they needed more to hear. You’ll see me nitpick that occasionally when I write.  (If you're starting to squirm a little relax, this is a good post. In fact, it could be life changing. Hang in there.) The funny thing is, it was one of those unpleasant things that I gave the power to isolate me or define me. -Wait, that's not funny at all. -It's not for you either!

Don’t get me wrong. It can be damaging and unhealthy. I get it. But there’s a lot of good that can come from it. Say…. If your child is running in front of a car or if they need to know they got your attention. But I see a lot of posts and mommy blogs and classes online about not yelling. I hear parents on the next isles over at the grocery store, trying to “whisper-yell” because we’re all in “public”.  Which leads me to believe that there are a lot of private yellers and TO any of us in that clique… you’re not alone. 

**God bless you quiet, patient, sweet, types is all that I can say.  You’re very encouraging and inspiring to the rest of us. -Even if some of us just can’t admit it yet.**

Thankfully, I can say that when I stopped trying to micromanage it or condemn myself about it, the yelling finally started to slow down in my life. (Hallelujah!) –Kind of like when your own mom advice comes ringing back in your ears. “Stop picking the scab, it will heal.” “Just leave it alone.”

That’s good, right?! ;) Surprisingly, it has a lot of healing power!

But yesterday, I had this epiphany while I was running.  If yelling was such a fear of mine, like people might only remember the loud things that I said…. Why not make sure that the things that I am going to yell are worth remembering. WHY NOT YELL THE GOOD STUFF LOUDER?!

So as I stroll back into my yard and see my husband sitting on the porch. I remember how much he has lovingly teased me about not crying when he proposed.  So I yell coming into the yard “IF YOU ASKED ME TO MARRY YOU AGAIN TODAY, I WOULD AND THIS TIME I MIGHT EVEN CRY!”  Never mind it’s 6:00am and he just woke up. (You’re welcome neighbor.)

When I get the kids up for school, I calmly ask them to get up but then YELL everything else (not immediately) within feet of their face throughout the morning. “YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE AN AMAZING DAY AT SCHOOL TODAY. YOU KNOW HOW I KNOW?!?! 

[wide eyed-blank stares back]

-BECAUSE YOU ARE SO AMAZING... THE DAY WON’T BE ABLE TO HANDLE YOU!  Then later I yelled about how awesomely they brush hair and how sparkly their teeth are and how they have the best kisses ever! GIMME SOME MORE!

After the initial shock, we were all giggling and they were yelling crazy good things back. Well, except for Colin, who had to go to work before they got up. –And who has probably just resolved himself to the fact that after 15 years of marriage he is never going to know who he will wake up with in the morning. (Oh the suspense of it!) HOW EXCITING!!!

It was a funny a little exercise. I thought about yelling at grocery store clerks and even maybe some of my co-workers. –Still only with ridiculous goodness. I giggled more at the thought of it. I CRACK MYSELF UP.  This might have to become a new regular practice. It is a genius idea after all. My test group mostly proved it.

The point is-

You might not be a yeller. Maybe you are… Who knows. Whether or not it’s yelling, we’ve all got a little something that we just can’t shake (YET).  Stop picking your boo-boo and leave it alone. How about today instead of worrying with your dark spot, just make sure your bright spots are BRIGHTER!




Friday, June 3, 2016

Untitled


Here I am
outstretched and broken;
a garment of praise
though bare- nothing hidden.

Raw. Unearthed.
To be discovered again;
like fragments of rock
not yet tumbled into rubies.

Offered back to you,
before all others.