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Growing Bigger Souled

Life is made up of little moments, pieced together to create our whole journey.  Slots of time filled with joy, sadness, and all the emotions in between.  The hope is at the completion of our pilgrimage, there will be a balance of the light and dark, with more gladness than sorrow.

Years ago, we took a family trip to Cabo San Lucas with the boys, they were around seven and ten years old.  We indulged in all the ridiculously expensive, touristy experiences; massages, swimming with the dolphins, parasailing, shopping, deep sea fishing, beach days, etc.  One night we treated ourselves to a big family dinner at a fun restaurant – right on the beach in Cabo, where the tables are literally set up on the sand.  As we were laughing breezily and stuffing our faces, a few locals on the beach quietly attempted to get our attention and sell us their goods.

One young boy and his sister looked to be about the same age as our boys.  He came up holding a bundle of colorful bracelets, offering to personalize them with names woven into them.  Looking at him, I wondered how it was that my boys ended up as the ones on vacation and he was a local, peddling homemade jewelry.  It made me sad, sometimes I just don’t understand this life.  I performed the cheesy tourist role – acting as if I couldn’t decide which beauty to choose, so I mentally counted the kiddos in our neighborhood and told him that was how many bracelets I needed.  I took him up on his offer to weave Mason and McCray’s names into their bracelets.  While he and his older sister sat in the sand to craft our jewelry, McCray couldn’t keep from watching them.  At one point, he looked up at me with eyes full of sencerity and said, “Mom, even if his jewelry wasn’t as beautiful as it is, would you still buy it?”

I replied yes.  He nodded, looked back at the boy and quietly said, “I would to.”

I will never forget the look on his face that night.  His little mind recognizing that they weren’t that different and his little heart not understanding the unfairness of the situation.  They were the same age, yet a country apart in their life experiences.  McCray has always been my sensitive thinker who seems to feel things deeper than most.  The boy selling jewelry could have been as happy as a clam with his life, but that encounter was used for a gentle teaching moment in my son’s journey. That evening, with our feet in the sand and our bellies full, he learned what compassion and empathy feel like.

When empathy is present, apathy cannot exist.”  Jessica Honegger

We are not all that different.  Don’t we all have the same core needs?  What if we could just lean in to those we don’t understand, our neighbors who are experiencing life different from us?  What if we could stop filling our lives with the perfect moments, situations, etc – and leave some margin to lean in and meet some of the needs that are right in front of us?  Empathy can fill in a lot of gaps.  Sister Joan Chittister tells us that “We are either growing or collapsing at every moment.  We are becoming bigger souled or smaller souled at every moment.”  Every single minute – not one wasted.  She believes that the purpose of a human experience is to grow into God.  To go beyond religion and become a prayer, by becoming a filter that sees our Creator in everything.

B-e-a-utiful.  Oh, to live a kind of life where we see the Divine in everything. To grow bigger souled in each moment.  We will slip occasionally, as we are human.  Yet, we have an opportunity in every moment to grow, to lean in, to work at understanding and loving those who we deem different than us.  We are not as different as it sometimes feels. Jesus was the greatest teacher of this, as he was always expanding his table to accommodate more hearts.  We all have the same underground river running beneath our feet, the water of grace.  Reach down and splash some on your neighbor.

A sweet memory in Cabo with my M&M boys

 

 

 

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Good things and Light bringers…on Repeat.

 

Too much of a good thing is simply wonderful.

That quote is stitched on a decoration at my husband’s aunt and uncles home.  I make sure to read it every Sunday when we are there for lunch. It’s become a mantra of mine.

In a house full of teenagers, I’m running out of time to be their faithful taxi.  This fact makes me sad.  One recent morning, I was thrilled to get the chance to drive the two youngest to their activity.  I jumped in the driver’s seat, ready to have a deep, meaningful chat – only to be surprised with sleepy, gloomy passengers.  Especially the one in the front seat who looks like me. The boy in the back seat was in full support of shutting down my happy as well.  Which led me to ramp up the cheese-factor, attempting to crack into the crabby moods.

I realized the only thing left to do was to play Rock Out –Freeze Out, or the Texas summer version Rock Out-Sweat Out.   Naturally, I choose the song “Cake”, cranked up and played on repeat, to sweeten the sour boys up a little.  I have a tender spot for that song, it’s like Flo Rida sings the lyrics with my sweet tooth in mind, “I didn’t come here to party, I only came for the cake.”  Dance moves followed.  After a few eye rolls, the smiles emerged behind the looks of annoyance.   When we arrived at their destination, my blonde boy gently said, “You take good songs that we like and ruin them.”

Anyone who has ridden in a car with me long enough, would agree.  My current, favorite song is usually blasted on repeat.  Over and over the lyrics flow into my ears.  A few years ago, some of us girlfriends took a trip to Cape Cod.  I can’t hear Blurred Lines without smiling and thinking of that trip, or my friend Vanessa yelling, “IF I HEAR THAT SONG ONE MORE TIME, I’M GOING TO JUMP OUT OF THIS CAR.”   She still gets a little cranky when hearing it.  I just like to soak up the goodness with my ear biscuit.  Every last drop.

I’ve heard that good things come in small doses, but why?  If I could gather up my favorite people and move them into our neighborhood, I would be happier than a bird with a French fry.   I’d expand our HOA deed restrictions to include a Joe T Garcia’s, Casey’s favorite sushi restaurant, Pizza Hut with only thin crust pizza, Anthropologie, an animal sanctuary, trampoline park, and a lazy river.  Every house would have a dock to the lazy river and in the evening, we would just float around from friend to friend. I’d have a rockin’ community club house and send an invite to Bo and Luke Duke anytime we had a party. (Circa 80’s version)

Too much of a good thing is simply wonderful.  Because we know how life works right?  Not to get all doomsday on you, but we can’t really expect for things to always be perfect. So, in the peaks and valleys of our journey, why wouldn’t we want to savor the good while it’s here?

We have enough hardship in our lives, even the happiest and luckiest of folks.   Sometimes the bottom just falls out and no one is exempt.  On those days, I’m drawn to people who lighten the dark enough that it’s livable.  And sometimes those who lighten the dark enough that it can even sometimes be laughable.  God has been gracious in placing people in our lives who act out His love in tangible ways.  Make a habit to look for His light bringers.

Shine the light on others too.  Help lighten their load, love on them through the hard days.  Remind them that sunshine is right around the corner.  If they have truly experienced something so tragic that you can’t comprehend, don’t search for empty words…just be with them and love their hurting hearts.

Find the light, and bathe in it often.  Especially if it’s in your fantasy neighborhood’s lazy river.

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Only Love is Real

Only love is real.

That’s what I quipped to a friend the other day.  I was attempting to soothe her troubled heart and instead I confused the heck out of us both.

“Only love is real” sounds nice.  However, this child of mine acting like a jerk this morning feels irritatingly real.  My hurt feelings from the slander of a family member feels deeply legit.  My friend living here on earth while her son went on to heaven sadly seems real.  And yet the loving hippie says, nope.  Only love.  That’s all that’s real folks.

A friend was visiting me last weekend when she received a phone call from home.  It was her daughter, crying because the neighbor kid had hurt her feelings.  The words cried to her Momma were, “My heart is broken and all crumbly!”   Tell that angel baby her sadness isn’t real.

Don’t get me wrong, I adore a good inspirational quote.  The grassier and more earthy sounding it is, the more I eat it up.  Yes!  Only love IS real.  Preach on Pinterest, a grateful heart IS a magnet for miracles!  Be the change you wish to see.  Yes, all of that.  Add that sticky note to my mirror pronto.

I’ve learned, with age (and therapy), how to process my feelings.  To dissect a specific emotion to the core and figure out where exactly this secondary emotion stems from.  It’s always such a fun activity (insert eye roll).  For a gal who is just trying to live a good and simple life, it’s exhausting yet helpful.

Anger is just Sad’s bodyguard.  Alright, so where do I go with this sadness?

Through it.   When we mask our pain with other things, it just prolongs the healing.

Think of an injury on your arm, at some point after being treated, it just needs air to dry up and heal.  If we keep covering it so we don’t see the ugliness, the infection only gets worse.   During childbirth, I can’t imagine asking for a prettier hospital gown to cover all this icky pain up…push this baby OUT!

When we were going through the divorce, I spent many a night on my friend’s back porch.  She would sit with me and listen.  She let me vent, yell, cry, talk, and when I questioned what to do next, she would quietly say, “Just keep walking”.   Ok Dory, but when I say I am paralyzed, I mean I can barely get myself dressed.  Yet, if you tell me all I must focus on is one foot in front of the other?  Okay, I’ll try that.  Don’t give me anything harder.

Just keep walking, through the pain…that’s the only way to the other side.  And there is another side. Maybe not completely pain free, but we’ve never been promised that.

Numbing the pain only makes it more intense when you finally feel it.  And it only makes your therapy bill larger.  (Trust me on this one.)  Sit with the pain for a bit.  Feel your way through it friend, until nothing is left there to stunt your growth.  For me, this is freedom.  And freedom feels like a healthy environment to grow in.

Follow me down this path if you will….

My husband came into our marriage with the most beautiful blonde lab, Honey.  Honey Bun is a well-trained hunting dog.   She obeys commands like a boss.  And it drives me crazy.

“Honey, do you want to come in?”

Honey –> I don’t know, you haven’t told me what I want yet.

“Honey, in or out?  Let’s make up our mind love.”

Honey –> Waiting on your command Mom.

“Honey, Here.”

Honey runs in.

As a 38 year old who has worked to un-train my brain, this drives me BATTY.  I want Honey to think for herself, figure out her needs, and let me know what she wants and how she feels.  Dive in deep Honey! Ask yourself, do you want to come in to the cool AC or would you rather enjoy the evening outside?  I know her obedience is nice and necessary, but good grief.  Help me, help YOU Honey!

Honey thinks with her obedient head, she is practically a robot.  A beautiful robot.  I don’t think we were created to be robots.  I believe we were given a head, heart, and gut (intuition) to help us navigate this journey.  All important roles, we just need to figure out which will lead today.

When in doubt, I choose the gut or heart.  My head seems to overthink, over analyze…which leads to being paralyzed.  Yet, our hearts feel deeply.  Our hearts know love while our heads try to explain it.  Our heads try to organize, categorize, and process the simple act of love while our hearts simply smile and accept it.

Perhaps they say that only love is real because that’s all we take with us when our time here is done.   After all is dissected down to the tiniest core, you’ll simply find love.

Only love is real friends, even when our hearts are crumbly.

Simply put, it is the only thing that matters.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Strength in our weak spots

I wonder if my angels groan more than others.  I sometimes envision the other angels laughingly elbow my angel in the ribs and saying, “Boy Uriel, you’ve got your hands full with that stubborn one.”   I do whisper prayers of appreciation, but perhaps a hand written thank you note with a Starbucks gift card would better suffice.

When I was 4 and my cousin was 5, it seemed we tested our angels a lot.  After watching Mary Poppins, we grabbed a couple of umbrellas from our grandmothers closet and headed to the rooftop of their house to take flight.  I don’t remember how we climbed on top of the house (details that are simply irrelevant), but I do recollect standing up there, umbrella bloomed, looking down to the ground and thinking it would be best to let my older cousin jump first.

You know, age before beauty.

So, with umbrella in hand, Cole jumped into the sky.  I watched with anticipation, thinking about all the places we would visit once we could fly.  My plans to see the world were quickly squashed as Cole plummeted to the ground.   Some people just weren’t meant to live in the clouds.

I’ve yet to try it, the jury is still out on this girl.

Brooker-T and P-Cole Payne

A silly little story to illustrate the “Groans that words cannot express.”, which is my defense mechanism.  It’s what I do to survive and thrive. I make heavy things light.  Sometimes life gets too weighted.  God is gracious to intercede.

Out of all the marvels and systems our Creator has made; next to grace, this one feels the kindest.  This whole interceding thing.  If I even knew the words to pray, could you hear them from this pit?  Most times the words are lacking because we can’t envision a solution.  Yet, the Spirit intercedes.  We are so tired in our weak places, we have run out of words to pray.   Perhaps we are just tired from the pure exhaustion of dealing with it or maybe our hearts are completely shattered from devastation.

The best way I’ve heard weak, lonely, and hopelessness described as, was found in the Unglued devotional by Lysa Terkeurst:

“Weak places are like the lever that flips open the drain in my bathtub.  My whole world can feel full and warm and clean until that little lever is pulled.  Suddenly, the warm comfort is sucked away, leaving me shivering in a cold, hard, residue-filled space.  Cold, hard, and residue-filled is exactly what those weak places make me feel like inside.”

Cold, hard, and residue filled.  Weak, sad, and consumed with turmoil.

When life brings oppression, sometimes it is all I can do to just sit and stare.  Par-A-Lyzed.  I would make for a great possum.

Those times, the energy to press into my Creator feels non-existent.  Yet, that is exactly when we have assurance that the Spirit is present in our weakness, letting us rest as it prays for and over us.

A recent situation had me staring at more walls than I want to admit to.  The rocking chair was practically worn out.  As a “Fight or Flight” recoveree, I usually struggle to sit still.  This time, sitting was no struggle.  The fight had left, the warm water had drained out, and I sat in the cold, hard, soap scum tub.  I don’t have the answers.  I don’t even know how to pray.  Words and solutions fail me. So, I grip tight to the teaching, “with groans that words cannot express”, the Spirit is interceding for all involved.

Thank you Creator.  Thank you Spirit.  Thank you Angels.  Thank you lessons. (Dang you Mary Poppins.)

**For those worried about my cousin Cole, he lived.  However, he still cannot fly.