The Brokeness of Motherhood

As a little girl, playing mommy was never on my agenda. I was too busy looking for clues to solve the latest back yard mystery like my hero Harriet the Spy, or teaching myself to draw, or reading my set of encyclopedias. For real. I was a solver and a thinker not a coddler. I also kept very much to myself, never letting anyone too close and certainly never letting myself be broken open by another. As a young adult I was usually the onlooker as my friends squeaked, squawked, and swooned over all the tiny humans. I was not totally opposed to claiming this role for myself, it just wasn’t what I lived for. It wasn’t yet me. It wasn’t my desire.

And now, here I am preparing to be a mom for the third time. Third. Three. One, two, three kids in 4 years. I know it happens all the time, but me? Really…?? Now?? Whaaaa?!?!

But then there’s that whole thing about our desires, what gets us out of bed in the morning, what keeps us going. Faith has this way of morphing them into the unexpected. Morphing us into the unexpected. It turns out, when your daily prayer sounds something like – Lord let Your will be done in my life… your old desires kind of go out the window. I am learning that while this is terrifying, it is not a super terrible thing to loosen the grip. To have your desires swept from your hands. Because when those desires catch the current of the nearest breeze, God is there leading them to fertile soil. When left to the doings of God – desires don’t actually die. Like lucky seedlings they defy the odds, break open, grow, blossom and become something new. We become something new. Something more beautiful than we could have imagined. More beautiful than our own human limitations could have ever dreamt up.

Not to say that what will become is perfectly pretty, or even sane. After all, God does have a sense of humor. Or so they say. But I believe He also wants us to taste life while we are here on earth. Really and truly experience all of it. And in order to do that we must enter into the mess, the struggle, let ourselves go and be broken open.

And really is it not always the brokenness of life the stuff that makes us stronger? Builds character? Makes us that much more grateful for the good?

I find myself craving comfort these days, but above that wanting depth and meaning and purpose. I want my life to matter, and if I must die to myself to be taken over by these little creatures, then all the more. Because beneath all of my shallow desires, my flaws, the obstacles I face; deep down I want to be like the flower that grows through the concrete. The one that rises still. Head held high and face to the sun. Somehow graciously accepting these strange desires and unfamiliar surroundings. Acknowledging that I might have thought things would be different but maybe this particular calling is for a higher purpose. A purpose I may never know if I was truly created for, but one that is most certainly creating me.

Now that… that is worth living for. So go ahead – be brave, allow yourselves to be broken, let your desires go, grab a glass of good wine, sit back and watch them grow.

I will extol the Lord at all times; his praise will always be on my lips. I will glory in the Lord; let the afflicted hear and rejoice. Glorify the Lord with me; let us exalt his name together. I sought the Lord, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears. (Psalm 34: 1– 4)


The Withered Fig Tree

While reading the scriptures this morning I came across the passage of the withered fig tree. Or so I thought it would be about said tree. I hesitantly read on, thinking I would see a reflection of my flaws. Because let’s be honest, sometimes I can relate to a withered, fruitless, Charlie Brown tree – dry, brittle, alone, useless, hopeless. I swallowed my pride and braced myself for some hard honesty. But instead, to my surprise the reading was about faith and prayer, and it was the perfect hope for my fragile heart.

Mark 11: 20-24

Early in the morning, as they were walking along, they saw the fig tree withered to its roots. Peter remembered and said to him, “Rabbi, look! The fig tree that you cursed has withered.” Jesus said to them in reply, “Have faith in God. Amen I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be lifted up and thrown into the sea’ and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it shall be done for him. Therefore I tell you, all that you ask for in prayer, believe that you will receive it and it shall be yours…”

“…all that you ask for in prayer, believe that you will receive it and it shall be yours.” What a promise! I know that we all pray for things that we inevitably do not receive. And that is truly part of the mystery of our faith. But the truth is that so many prayers are answered. So many doors are opened to the faithful everyday. To see it, Jesus says we must have faith that is strong enough to move mountains. 

As I was reflecting on this, I looked up to see my son happily playing with his baseball and I thought – more than anything, I want that faith and I want to pass it on to my kids. And then it hit me, they have it right now. I need to learn from them. Their gratitude for life. Their joy in the little things. Their belief that their Father will always be there for them. I have been too clouded with the worries of life to let my heart be truly open. I have been too controlling to let any sort of faith take over. I just need to be still. Let the stirring calm. Let it be as it is. Trust that my mountains will move. And I must learn to keep my eyes fixed on what is above – because there lies the only source of water for these dry roots.

The struggle is real.

“It is good for us sometimes to have troubles and adversities, for they cause us to look inward and recognize that we too are exiles, whose hopes should not be centered on anything in this world.” Book 1, Chapter 12, The Imitation of Christ

Last night I heard a question that struck a chord. It was simple, yet profound. “What things in life are you holding on to that are keeping you from God?” My first thought was – what am I not holding on to? But really when I dig further – it’s my avoidance of struggle.

I think most of us can relate. Our society today is so good at the dangling carrot trick. We guiltily and blindly walk towards the all too familiar message persuading us to “keep up” in order to gain happiness. Or if we would just do what they say, we could finally taste freedom. Or if we would only just abandon our values and conform, we would be so accepted and loved. It is all so appealing, and really just an arm’s length away. Like if we could just… take ooone mooore… step… just… a… litttttle… fuuuuurther…

But at what cost are we letting these worldly pressures control us? How long will it last? All of this striving. How long can we actually stand the inauthenticity? It is overwhelming. Too much. We can not sustain the notion that life can be easy if we just reach a certain status. Even the things that claim to make life less challenging, are challenging. Take marriage for example. We are given the illusion that it will be a fairytale. And then… we all know how that goes. In my own marriage just when we seem to overcome something, we are on to the next. For us six years ago, we were met square in the face with our personality differences and expectations. Five years ago it was our committment to each other. Three years ago it was trust. A year ago, balance. Now, something completely different but equally hard. It has always been something. Yet even though I know that it will always be something it still feels every time like (as dramatic as this may sound) a real life tragedy. Why? Because it doesn’t look like the fairytale I hoped, and therefore it must be the opposite. Because of that damn carrot. Because the carrot is so hypnotizing and makes my struggles seem unnecessary; making me feel like I am doing it all wrong and not trying hard enough.

The world always manages to distract us from the deeper issues. It feels as though society wants us not to grow and mature, but to always be chasing and striving for the carrot. But thank God for leading us away from the worldly answers and straight to the wisdom that says – this isn’t all there is. Life is not meant to be a rat race. We are meant to struggle and at the same time we are meant to have faith and believe that we can climb the steep mountains. And even though we may not have wealth and comfort, or even happiness most days, it is quite alright. Because what we do get is grace. And strength, and courage, and perseverance… the really good stuff. The stuff that refines us and molds our souls into the material made for our ultimate goal when we finally leave this earth.

My hope is that I will learn to accept my struggles, not as a hinderance, but as a teacher. As a path towards God. I pray that they pull me deeper instead of living on the surface. Because I believe a shallow faith and a superficial life – that is the true tragedy.

365 Days of Marriage

It has been one whole year since Blake and I stood on the alter and recited our vows. One whole year on this road called marriage. In the space of that time, we have learned so many things. Things like what toilet paper is the better buy because it lasts the longest, how to make the perfect spaghetti (still working on that one!), that time spent together really is precious and sacred because there really isn’t much of it in this busy life, and that the word sorry when spoken is the key to happiness. As I was reflecting on our year together, I became excited about the years to come. Knowing that I will be spending the remainder of my earthly days with my best friend brings me so much peace. If this year is a reflection of how the rest of our lives will look, then pour me a glass of wine and lets celebrate! I know the road ahead will have storms and struggles, and this year has not been without its share of those. But I also know the road ahead will be full of laughter and flowers and pretty things because how can one live without those? We have both been graced with a very special gift. A gift that is humbling and strengthening and crippling all at the same time. We have done nothing to earn it and probably don’t deserve it, but we feel extremely blessed to have it. It gives us the strength and the passion to live our lives better than we could on our own and to stand up for what we believe in. It brings us together in a way that I believe nothing can tear us apart. It has been my dream, my wish, my hope for as long as I can remember to fall in love and grow very old with my forever person. How ironic it was to have dinner seated next to a couple celebrating their 50th anniversary just as we were celebrating our 1st. I can only pray that God was giving us a gift. A foreshadowing into our future. Letting us know that we will make it that long too…


…happy anniversary my love.

1000 Gifts

I am currently reading a book about recognizing blessings. It is really making me think about living in the moment. How many small, yet wonderful, everyday gifts do we let pass us by?
…. the sun rising or setting against a sky melting with color, the smell of a freshly opened bag of coffee, a seed growing, a vine weaving in and out with a mind of its own, the smell of the air after a good rain, a bird’s nest, a great song playing at the right time, a dog sleeping….
“For flowers that bloom about our feet;
For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet;
For song of bird, and hum of bee;
For all things fair we hear or see,

Father in heaven, we thank Thee!”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson