Hurtful words, Deep hurts and Laughter

Mama comes walking in dressed in her Sunday best, I hug her neck and she smiles that smile I’ve known all my life.....The one that made me feel at peace....She asks “do I look all right?” I mean I don’t look frumpy do I?” No Mama, frumpy has never described you.....I asked her who told her she looked the way she described. “I did” she replied. I told her to stop listening to herself if she we’re going to talk that way.  I think you look beautiful! She laughs and walks into church.

Life should be so simple....But in reality, it can be gut wrenching hard. I have so many unanswered questions. So many unspoken words. And when words just fall on a blank space with out any purpose, without any action to support them, then that’s all they really are, mere words falling void.

And the times we have been brought to a place when reality hits the dirt and we are scraping the bottom to find our worth. Digging out the broken pieces of this life. Pulling the shards from the cold hard ground buried by those who have no idea how much we hurt. We need to remember to stop listening to ourselves....Stop listening to the ones who refuse to see our worth...Who refuse to see their own worth. Because unless we are speaking truth then we shouldn’t be speaking at all. Just as words can fall null and void they can build up or tear down. It’s a choice we have to make.

Mama had a broken life growing up. Words were often used to hurt. Thrown at her from those that should of been building her up. And the quiet words that went unspoken...the ones she needed to hear? They were locked up inside the one that was fighting a battle all of her own. You see, Grandma listened to her own hateful words and the words of those that had no idea how much she was hurting. She began to believe the description she had made for herself....Losing the battle and losing out on the life that she could of had with her children...

Mama? Well she she still fights small battles every now and then, (Don’t we all?) but she became victorious over the hard soul crushing moments that had begun to bury her heart piece by piece so many years ago. She became victorious through her Savior who spoke words of healing. Told her she was worth so much more than the empty spaces left null and void. She is worth more than the words that were tearing her down. In fact to Him she is a precious jewel and no matter how much dirt she became buried under He was the one that dug her out and made her shine.

My Mama loves to make people smile. Loves to hear you laugh. Laughter is what saved my mom as a child. Laughter is how she lets go of the hurt. So if you see her and she has greeted you with a pun or some small joke, it’s because she knows what it’s like to be buried by the hurt and pain of this life and she wants you to know it’s the smile that keeps you going. It’s the laughter that will help ease the pain. but most importantly she will tell you that you are worth more than the words that wound. You are worth more than the broken shards that others have thrown at you.

I’m proud to say I am her daughter. Proud to have been raised with kind words, soft hands and a warm smile. Proud that she became victorious through Christ.

So often we judge and don’t understand. We say hurtful words and speak when we should be listening. The cover of a book is just the cover......the pages are what tell the story. And as I sit here I can’t help but think that we should all be more mindful and smile at those that pass us by....You have no idea the story that is written on their pages....You may even be blessed to have a few pages written in their book....With words that heal and not hurt and the warm smile that started it all.....

Always keep the laughter in your heart. I love you Mama.....

Gentle Rain

We made a promise, her and I...... Before we even bought one flower or talked about the food. We promised we would make even the planning, part of the very best of memories in the making. Told her I would share my thoughts but, when it came down to it......It would be her that would ultimately decide how her day would be. I want her to enjoy every minute...I want to enjoy every last minute....No one enjoys a hard rain. It’s the gentle rains that make things grow.

Somehow this cute little blue eyed girl that used to put on her own “stiplicks” (Lipstick)grew up before I could take a deep breath...Seems she was rushed out the door before I could get a grip. Seems her chubby little face thinned out and she grew tall and I only had to blink once. I remember giving her baths in the sink. She was all thighs and smiles. Always happy. Always wanting to please.

And if you were to ask me years ago what I envisioned her to be when she grew up? I would of told you that she would be strong. Always holding her chin up. She would walk into a room and light up the place. She would be my Sunshine girl.....She would be the girl I always wanted to be. Confident. Loving. She would hold the light of the Son. She would be exactly what she is right now.

I get a text the other day.....” If I ever have a kid,  I’m gonna name her after you. Everliegh Jean. These are the things I think about when I’m all by myself.” I can’t even begin to tell you what that did for my heart! You always want your kids to love you....Always wanting them to stay close...And when they do, well It’s truly all God! Because if it were up to just me I would of failed miserably....Tears seem to fall so easily now, but truly they are tears of JOY. Thanking my God for the precious gift of being their Mama. 

I told her when she got that ring and she started to plan her fairytale, that if you allow God in every nook and cranny of this wedding......If God is in this with you, You will see need after need be filled. You will see the blessings come down like a steady gentle rain. And Truly the gentle rain has been so refreshing. There would be a need. We would wonder how we could get that need filled and the very next day someone would come up to us and fulfill that need with out us asking.....I believe God Has
 been a part of this from day 1. 

I look forward to the 4 weeks ahead. May the blessings fall like rain. And the memories continue to flood my mind as tears of Joy overflow my heart.....Love you Sunshine!

Be The Best Gift You Were Given

I have to say that I would rather write these words with ink...I'd rather hold a pen in my hand and make each letter visually appealing. I love the way certain letters appear on paper....Handwriting has always been something I loved to do. As a young girl I would make lists, and write poems. Tell my life on journal paper. I had my favorite pens. Still do....

I love putting words together. Making them come to life with each and every stroke of the pen. Bringing you, the reader, into my world and into my thoughts. So much so that everything you read is so vividly real that you will want to keep reading......

I believe God sends each and every one of us to earth with a gift. A gift that becomes a passion and that passion used for His Glory.

Now I'm not trying to imply that writing is my gift.....I'm more grammatically incorrect than one should be. BUT I will say it has been my passion. And if ever there were something that I could do to captivate you, the reader,  to see Christ as I see Him, I would use up this God given passion till I had not an ounce of it left.

The other day Butterfly girl asks me why I've stopped coming here. Why have I  left this place abandoned? I had no answer for her then....Truth is, I really didn't know how to tell her that my life seems all undone. And these fleeting moments touch down like whirlwinds going 90 miles an hour. I have no time to catch up. Can't seem to catch my breath. And the words don't flow when life seems so rushed.

Losing loved ones and gaining a daughter. Soon to be gaining a son. I look around it seems the people and places keep changing. I'm changing too. Middle age has crept in ever so swiftly. I have goals to be well seasoned like my Mentors. I have dreams to grow old as gracefully as the fall leaves drift in all their colorful splendor to the creek bed below. Only to end up by the bank side to rest for the long winter ahead.

I was given a gift last night by a dear friend. Little did she know how much that gift truly would mean to me. Sometimes we just need a nudge, a little reminder to keep living as though your Gift/Passion drove you to be the very best God's girl you can be. The very best Mama, the very best Writer, The very best Wife, The very Best Friend, The very Best Cow girl......What ever hat you're putting on at any given moment do it the very best you can! And it will always be enough! Beloved we are not called to be perfect. We are called to be present. We are called to be His. And when this life gets to be too much Rest in His Perfect Peace......

Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving. Colossians 3:23-24

The gift you ask?  A beautiful Pen and Pencil set. With words to encourage me to keep writing.  A gift for just one of my "Passionate Hats" Thank you M. I love you MORE!

Mine To give Away

It feels like yesterday I was writing your "First Birthday Poem" The one that told you to slow down, the one that said your growing up way to fast. I'm sitting here  5 days before I have to give you away. And even though that's what they usually say about the bride, I feel it applies to the groom and his family as well.

In my heart of hearts I knew this day would come. I never imagined it would be this fast. This is what we have been preparing you for....A life of your own. One that brings about Joy. One that you can share with your best friend. Your Daddy and I? Well we couldn't be more proud of the Man you have become.

I remember watching you come into this world, Daddy sitting right behind me holding me up as I cradled you in my arms for the very first time. You were a miracle...First son. First one to make me a Mama. First precious gift given to us both from our Father up above. And as you grew by leaps and bounds, we grew right along with you. Learning how to keep you safe. Learning how to let you go little by little. Daddy knew you could and pushed you to be your best. Mama closing one eye and watching with the other as you handled the big equipment like you were born to do what you do.

Always a thinker.....Always quiet. Never quick to make a harsh decision. Tender hearted like your Mama. Driven like your Daddy.....Master of voices.  Super funny around those you feel comfortable with. You should be more brave and show that side a little bit more than you do. People need to smile at this life more than they frown. Beautiful smile that melts my heart every time. Always had my back when ever I needed it the most. And as I sit here I have tears, but son they are tears of joy because I am so proud to be called your Mama and the bond we share is one that I know will never break. And as I sit and watch you love your girl I  know with out a doubt she will get the very same respect you have given me. And I want you to know that I already love her like she was my own. Because what you see in her is a beautiful soul, a friend for life and I trust that she is. I love how you both love Christ with all that you are.....Remember Christ first always, then love her as Christ loves us.

Keep reading your Bible....Pray for her....Pray with her. give Grace....Lots of Grace....And listen to her even when she doesn't make sense...Just hold her. Trust me, you may never understand the tears, but holding her through them will make it all feel better. Always talk. Remember we never let things go with out having shared how we feel. communication is what holds you together even when it hurts to talk at times do it anyway....you will never regret it.  Laugh with her, but never at her. Remember to always keep that little boy tucked inside you, cuz he's gonna want to come out and play from time to time. And I'm gonna enjoy watching you play again.......

I love you Hunter and thank you....Thank you for being mine to give away.....Now go live your life. Your Daddy and I so enjoy watching you on your journey. And Remember we are here to support you always.

If you could just take a moment with me.

I have a heart for Middle School girls. I remember that awkward stage I stumbled through. Kids can be cruel. Young girls especially. Such a fragile time just trying to fit in and figure out who you are. Wanting to be accepted for who you are and when you're not, you become someone else....You become one of them....Or you will be left behind and alone. At least that's how I remember my Middle school years.

So now I hug on those girls, tell them their worth. Teach them about a Savior who thinks they are to die for! Show them what it means to be confident. I'm also raising confident girls of my own. Because I refuse to have them feel worthless. I refuse for them to be insecure like I was. I refuse to let them stumble through those years not knowing their worth as a daughter of a KING!

If you could just take a moment with me. Just stop and breathe. Sit in the silence and ask Him to reveal to you the broken hearted. Ask Him to show you just a glimpse of what He sees. And then ask Him to hold your heart as it hurts with every beat when you are shown a soul who hurts deep with in....Somewhere in time she was hurt by some one....Some where along the way in her very short years here on this earth, some one let her down, gave up on her, told her she wasn't worth their time.

When you ask God to put you in the places where others have orchestrated hurt and brokenness, you better ask for wisdom.....

I sat in silence for a couple of days. I was praying and wondering which road I should take. Waiting for Him.

You see it's not all just cut and dry. Hug it away and then move on. When wounds run deep. When abandonment is loud and piercing right through every thought. When she feels no one is listening and she's screaming out, not in words but, in action....You can't hug that away....You can't wipe away years of neglect.....distrust.....disappointment. But I know the One who can hold your heart. The One who can put it back together. I know the One who can make you feel worthy and whole again.

When the Father calls His children, He calls them in a way that only they can hear. For each of His children it's different. But they will know with out a doubt, you will know with out a doubt when your Father is calling you.

So I sit and pray, I wait for Him to call...Wait for His answer. It's His wisdom I seek. But most of all I pray for your fragile heart. I pray for peace in knowing that you have a Heavenly Father who thinks you are to die for! Hang on to that sweet darlin', Help is on it's way!