A New Day Dawning

Today marks a first for my husband and I. The door to empty-nesting cracked open.

And it's amazing how God has allowed this opportunity. To be parents, is a blessing in and of itself. To actually watch your children grow, experience life and move on into their lives the way God designed them, is mind-blowing.

This morning it happened. Our sons both left for work. Work...you mean real jobs? Yeah, real, wage earning jobs, and one of them actually drove! When did that happen? Wasn't I just in the labor room, didn't I just spend an all-nighter with one of them as they struggled through teething? How and when did those boys of mine get big enough to drive and work?

Overnight. I swear I laid my head on the pillow last night and before I closed my eyes they were playing Thomas the Tank engine with their dad on the living room floor. Then boom! I wake up this morning and they have deep man voices, facial hair, cars and jobs. Wait...what?

Oh Lord, I am overwhelmed. And so deeply thankful. Time stands still for no one, least of all me. I stare hard at those sweet semi-adult sons of mine and am blown away with the millions of blessings God has bestowed us in allowing us the opportunity to spend life with these two.

As quietness settles in our home after they shut the door behind them I am awestruck with memories of my husband and I saying...”Just wait babe, one day these boys will be grown and we'll have time to ourselves again.”

This is that moment.

The house is quiet as I type this. My husband is busy in the yard and my babies...yes, they'll always be my babies, are at work together. (Big Brother hooked up his Baby Brother with a job at the local garden center – sweet boy!) And I realize, it has come. The door to empty-nesting is being opened.

Our lives are beginning to transition into a new stage. I'm not sure how I feel about it frankly. I'm happy, proud, a bit sad, thankful and feeling blessed. And yet still tentative. What is life supposed to look like now?

I don't know. I guess we'll take it one day, one step at a time and thank the good Lord every step of the way. For as His word reminds us, “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” ~ James 1:17

And all I can say, in the quiet of my home and soul is, Thank you Lord.

New Friends

Last night I had the chance to step out of my own comfort zone and take dinner over to Lizzie, a gal who had recently broken her foot and was housebound.

I don't know Lizzie at all. Well other than on a surface level.I know her face but not her soul. She's one of our group bible study leaders and I'm rather new to the group.

And yet, I felt compelled to take a meal, and really get to know her.

To get to know someone means you are willing to step out, be transparent and talk to someone on a deeper level.

I was a bit nervous. Meeting new people is hard for me.

And yet, it was lovely.

Lizzie and I talked about life, family, work and our love of God. And with each moment we shared the more I think we realized that we really had more in common than either of us realized. And to be honest, had it not been for Lizzie's need for company, I'm not so certain that outside of our weekly bible study group we would have ever taken the time to really visit and girl-talk.

What was so completely amazing to me is that in our conversation I began to realize something. Women need women. God designed us for friendship. God is Himself a relational God. The good Lord is always drawing us near to Him in one way or another so I'm not so sure why I thought I could handle life alone.

Maybe it's because I've gotten myself in a rut. So busy being a working mom, taking care of the kids and my husband's needs that I completely disregarded my own needs for relationships with God and other women, but I have.

It's my own fault. I chose to put everyone else first even to the exclusion of myself.

Now loving and caring for my family isn't in and of itself isn't a bad thing. But what I did, which was to make them my entire life meant, I was giving to them and I suffered.

But last night, with just a pizza box, a side salad and a new friend I learned, that I've put myself in a box that's not designed for me. That's not how the good Lord designed me or you. He wants us to have friends so we can relate to one another and not feel isolated. So we can encourage and reach out to help one another when there's a bump in the road like a broken foot or like me, someone who needed a new friend.

I had a great time visiting with Lizzie. She's an amazing woman. Funny, smart, bright and her whole face lights up in joy when she laughs. 

Through those few short hours, we both realized that our life experiences somewhat mirror each other and while she's slightly ahead of me in life experience when it comes to raising kids, the age gap wasn't so great that she couldn't groan and roll her eyes with me when I said the word, teenagers.

Oh how we laughed!

God designed women for friendship.

Now I'll be the first to admit that I've struggled with friendships my entire life. I've never been good at it. I'm not so sure why except to say that maybe it's because deep down I don't feel like I measure up to the incredible women I meet on a day-to-day basis and that I feel I don't have anything to bring to the table. And sometimes I feel like that awkward, shy kid back in grade school who got overlooked when kids were choosing kickball teams.

Those feelings still resonate with me. Each time I go to a women's bible study or just simply go to the gym to workout I feel this weirdness that somehow I just don't measure up.

Ridiculous right?

I agree.

You'd think at this stage of the game that those feelings wouldn't exist. But they do and they're hard. And if you're like me, those feelings tend to isolate us from the very thing that God designed us to be and have. Relationships.

There's not a single man on the planet that can ever understand how a woman feels when she suffers brokenness that comes from a divorce. Or the loss of a child. Or the heartbreak of an empty, loveless marriage. Except another woman who's walked that mile before us.

So today I want to encourage you to step outside of your comfort zone like I did and make a new friend. Go with an open mind, an open heart and trust that the good Lord will meet you in those awkward moments and bless the time you share with one another. I trust you will be sweetly surprised.

Love and best wishes,

Amy

Lead Me Lord

I recently read the following from a fellow blogger, “Instead of holding it all together, let yourself be held by the One who loves you, - Isaiah 40:11”

The moment I read those words, they seeped into my soul, resonating the promises that I need to be held by God for, at this moment, I am battle weary.

“Lord, I need these words of promise tonight.”

My dad who suffers excruciating pain from osteo & rheumatoid arthritis told me that when he's sleeping it is the only time he doesn't suffer any pain. That's how I feel right now. I have this pain that is constantly weighing on me. It's not a physical pain, it's a heart and soul pain. A battle that has waged on for nearly 9 years. And I'm tired. I'm drained to the point of exhaustion and I desperately need a break. I want, like my dad to simply close my eyes, and rest. To take a much needed break from this dark cloud that has loomed in my life.

And to make matters worse, the only solution to this that I can see, is to simply give up my stance and wave my white flag in surrender. Accepting defeat in a battle that I've fought long and hard on.

That's the hard part. Realizing that maybe all that I've fought for was for nothing.. That's where I'm at. Defeated. Sad. Angry. All of it. All that I've poured my heart and soul into is evaporating right before my eyes. And I'm broken.

Sometimes life is like that.

It's not always handed to us in pretty little package all tied up in bows. Sometimes it downright hard. And I mean, hard core, rip your heart out of your chest, give you a migraine kind of hard.

And I hate it.

What bugs me even more is that I have no idea what to do next, where to go, what to say or even what to think. All I know is that I've lost the battle in this situation and now I'm bone dead, soul weary tired.

I need rest and a good cry.

I'm like that.

When life gets too hard, when I feel defeated and angry for being beaten up and torn down, tears help release the pain. It is then that I feel the healing power of God's promises.

“He tends His flock like a shepherd; He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart; He gently leads those that have young.” ~ Isaiah 40:11

I need to be carried. I need to be held close to God's heart and I need Him to lead me. I am weary. I am brokenhearted. And I need Him now more than ever.

He's there. Arms outstretched. Pulling me (and you) into His embrace of rest. Comfort. Peace. 

God is with us.

So that's my prayer tonight. That the good Lord, in all of His love and mercy would gather us into His arms, keep us close to His heart and gently lead us in all times, now and forever,

Amen

I am praying for you tonight.

In Jesus,

Amy 

Welcome to Window of Faith!

I am so glad you are here!

Friends and family who enter our home know that I’m rushing to hug their neck, sending a prayer of thanks heavenward to God for their safe travels, then I’m dragging my company off to the kitchen so we can share a bite to eat while we sit and visit.

Some of my fondest memories have always included a combination of faith, family, friendships and of course, food. I find there’s something about sharing a meal that causes people to smile more, laugh more and simply relax. At the end of the day, it is my hope that everyone leaves feeling happy, satisfied and encouraged.

So this is my prayer for Window of Faith- to be a place where God reigns and friendships flourish - and of course, if we can add a little food in the mix, all the better!

So please, pull up a chair, grab a glass of your favorite iced drink and let’s get acquainted and talk about what God is doing in our lives!

With blessings and love,

Amy