My biggest writing challenge is not a lack of ideas. I have scads. The glitch comes when my brain compels me to write my current emotional struggles. To which I reply, “Again? No. This isn’t fun. I don’t want to be a Debby Downer.” Sure, I can copy and paste a happy-sappy piece from last year. But, as usual, I’m drawn to a mental venting.

Writing’s been my therapy since my pre-teen days. Well, that and a shameless love of dancing. If not sitting on a riverbank filling notebooks with thoughts of my latest crush or my adolescent life with an alcoholic, I was outside choreographing dance moves to “Stayin’ Alive” blaring from a cassette player.

So, what’s on my mind today? An unresolved conflict with my husband. This morning, I woke the same way I fell asleep. With tears stinging puffy eyes. I didn’t want the day to start as I reached into the freezer for Alex’s teethers to press onto my eyelids.

People tell me I have a “non-anxious presence.” Not yesterday. I was a blubbering, stress ball sitting in the car at Kohl’s. Honest communication can be hard. But I asked for it.

Before I showed up at my desk, I poured foggy thoughts onto paper. They’re prayers really. Not eloquent or pretty, just candid and gritty. I wrote until I broke free of hurt and emotional weight. I got past myself. Then I gained perspective.

While I sit in my home office, comfy in yoga pants and drinking fresh coffee, Jeff’s in front of three computer screens wired to corporate America. He deals with power outages and multi-million-dollar budgets and motivating people to do their job. There are hundreds of emails and spreadsheets and repairs, oh my.

When we get past ourselves, we see that others struggle too. Work and home and relationships are often complicated and heavy. Even for those usually upbeat, like my husband. If he’s not smiling, singing, or whistling—he’s stressed.

Marriage, family, and friendships bond us together. But, we’re each on our own journey. We need to give others space for mistakes and opinions and imperfection. We listen, we hear, we love, we cheer.

Today, I arrived at my desk inspired by my good and messy life. One like yours, perhaps. May we not let our challenges distract us. The best and strongest among us need our encouragement.

Who in your circle needs you to see past their words, their walls, and their stress? How can you let them know their loved and appreciated?

Thanks for sitting and listening, my friends. I am encouraged. I pray you are too. Love and Peace for your journey.

 

 

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My boss told me on Monday she wouldn’t need me at the candy shop. With that extra twenty hours, I was pumped and looked forward to a productive week. I’d catch up on laundry, finish editing Chapter 6, and help my daughter spring clean before she’s back in school.

Then Tuesday rumbled in on a wave of food poisoning. It jolted Hannah and me awake around 2 a.m. Let’s just say our tummies rebelled. Enough said.

That one nasty, microscopic brat not only knocked me flat for a day, it rocked my world for a week. And that’s where I found myself the next Monday morning. Fighting a holistic assault on my mind, body, and spirit. After day one, my tummy was fine. But on day seven, I was still tired, chemically-altered, and biologically-challenged. My mind was a battlefield.

We are complex beings. Amazing and wonderfully created when you consider the network of systems that keep us ticking and breathing and thinking and feeling. Our body is also linked to our mind and spirit. It’s all connected. When one is off kilter they’re all in danger of derailing.

I hate being in that place. Where we’re simply tired of everything and everybody. Where we’re stuck and losing hope and tempted to settle. We’re tired of the mental battle. We want to give up and isolate ourselves, but we know we can’t. Digging out of discouragement is exhausting, isn’t it?

What do your thoughts say to you? Mine told me, “You can’t write this book. Quit. It’s too hard.” That’s when my inner rebel with her pit-bull determination fired back, “This is not a new fight. You’re done messing with my head. With God, I can do this.” As negative thoughts took a hike, I caught up on laundry, helped Hannah clean, and accomplished more in Chapter 6 than I had in weeks.

My friends, on your manic Mondays or Tuesdays or Sundays, invite Jesus into the middle of the mess. Into your fears, your worries, and your pain. His promises and presence will empower you.

Let’s not forget to talk to—and listen for—the One who made our own unique mix of moxie and weakness. Let’s pray until our thoughts are focused and read Scripture until our hearts are encouraged.

Be stubborn and have courage for your journey.

 

 

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Strange weather here in the Midwest. Not quite spring, not quite winter. Kinda in-between. We’ll call it sprinter. I’m not complaining. Cold, warm. It’s all good as long as it’s sunny.

What about those unexpected life seasons that aren’t so warm and welcoming? When we find ourselves in-between burdens and blessings?

Valentine week was busy at Hollingworth Candies. Waiting at the end of the cooling machine to catch English Toffees, reminded me of what Forrest Gump’s momma always said, “Life is like a box of chocolates. Ya never know what you’re gonna get.”

Yes, life surprises us, doesn’t it? Last year started out rough. My sister was hospitalized when her white cell count crashed after her first round of chemo. My mom, in her assisted-living apartment, waited and wondered why I wasn’t there. Though my visit was written on her calendar, she was confused and worried. Then our grandson, Alexander, arrived with only three weeks to prepare our minds and our almost-empty nest. I’m losing my breath just remembering that season.

Perhaps you can relate. Maybe this year or this day started out rough for you.

We live with burdens and blessings. They create tension, a tug-of-war of opposing forces. It’s a mental spiritual battle. It’s there simply because we are alive. It’s part of the human experience. Will we choose to despair or to live above our struggle? Will we choose death or life?

That’s where faith has to be stronger than our feelings. Our emotions are fickle. They change at the whim of a thought, a comment, a hormone. In the midst of emotional strain, we often want to quit. Especially if we listen to the wrong voice.

In Job 2:9-10b, Job’s wife asks him, “Still holding on to your precious integrity, are you? Curse God and be done with it!” Wow. Now that could mess up a guy’s day. But, not Job’s. He chose life. “You’re talking like an empty-headed fool. We take the good days from God—why not also the bad days?”

Job took the jab and gave it right back. After all his losses, his future was iffy. He trusted God and that was enough.  Author and speaker, Nicki  Koziarz says, “It’s okay not to be okay … for a while.”  Then we get up.

At the beginning~and for much of 2016~I was a mess. Still have my moments. But, I fight even when I don’t feel like it because I won’t be robbed of who God created me to be, whole and free. My friend, we’re made for more than survival. With faith, we not only endure tough times, we grow and thrive all the way through them.

My sister inspires me. Watching her fight death and sickness in her year of aggressive chemo and radiation, gives me courage. She’s now healing and living to the fullest.

Though my mom’s limitations are hard to accept, I’m learning to make her smile even if she doesn’t always remember. She teaches me to slow down and appreciate my moments, my health, my brain cells. It breaks my heart to walk out of her room and drive away from the nursing home. God reminds me we’re doing what’s best for her and that He’ll never leave her.

Then there’s my smiley, mischievous one-year-old, Alexander. He teaches me to adjust to life’s little surprises. Though difficult and not in our plan, unexpected seasons can be full of joy, and giggles, and lots of cheerios.

I agree with Forrest’s momma. “Life is like a box of chocolates.” We don’t know what we’re gonna get. With God, we choose faith and move forward. He gives peace and patience, wisdom and rational thought. When we accept burdens along with the blessings, we win abundant life.

It’s our choice. Hard times can eat us up or grow us up.

Grace and giggles for your journey, my friend ❤✌🙏

I tried not to laugh. I really did.

It was almost midnight and my husband was sleeping five feet from the bathroom door. It was Memorial weekend and he was on day-two of storm duty, with already thirty-one hours of over-time. He could be called back at any moment so I didn’t want to wake him.

I was exhausted too. Physically, because it was nearing midnight. Emotionally, because we were depressed after our recent move from Texas. Humor was in short supply. We’d let too much seriousness sneak into our days.

After tip-toeing past Jeff and into the bathroom, I squeezed paste onto my tooth brush. About five seconds in, something was fishy. I mean, it smelled fishy.  Tom’s of Maine tooth paste has a weird taste and odor but this was different.  After sniffing it, I shrugged and continued brushing … until I looked in the mirror.

The white stuff was a little too creamy and a tad too white. A quick glance into my toiletry basket revealed a long forgotten tube of Preparation H sitting on top of my Tom’s of Maine.

I thought, How stupid, Robin. Then, looking back up at the ointment oozing out between my teeth, I wondered, Will my gums shrink and make my teeth fall out?

Now that was funny.

Trying to stifle my giggles, I rinsed and re-brushed. Slipping into bed, I still tried to hold in the humor but it made the bed shake. Then I snorted and Jeff woke up.

“What’s so funny?”

I didn’t have breath to explain. Then he laughed because I was laughing and when I finally got the story out, we  held our bellies. Good, cleansing laughs with the works. Snot and tears and trying calming down and sleep …  until one of us giggled again.

When was the last time you enjoyed a good belly laugh?

Are you so burdened, even by everyday irritants, that you miss the blessing of humor? We don’t have to look far to see we’re created for it. It’s wired into us for a reason.

Proverbs 17:22 tells us, “A cheerful disposition is good for your health; gloom and doom leave you bone-tired.”

When did we start taking life so serious? Perhaps we need to look back and seek healing. Maybe we just need to relax. If we’re not careful, a somber spirit becomes a habit.  And it’s hard on ourselves and others.

Today, let’s begin to change our mind and habits. Let’s not get bogged down in difficulties and busy-ness and forget to see life’s funny side. Because even the weirdest stuff can be downright comical.

Let’s learn again how to play a little and laugh a lot. And we definitely have to learn to laugh at ourselves. This good medicine for the mind, body, and spirit will improve our moods and our relationships.

I pray peace and laughter for your journey. 😂☮💗

 

 

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