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How I Talked Myself Through a Little Open Adoption Transition

Jun 28, 2013 43 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson

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She’s in her room packing now.  The sound of drawers opening and closing , forcing me to deal with this moment.  Metal wheels on oil hungry rail casters rolling , sliding and then shut. This dresser drawer providing the perfect metaphor for where I am now.  I’ve opened my heart to this, it would be almost impossible to close it now. I hear and feel her indecisiveness and though she’s  thinking about clothes…I’m somewhere else.  I’m thinking about relationships, family and the choices I’ve made as I’ve embraced adoption as a family building alternative.

For the past week her conversation has rotated around this central theme – the sleepover. “Can I blow dry my hair? We’ll probably do each others nails, right? What time are we meeting on Friday?”  Everything for her seems to wrapped up in this usual, but far from  ordinary – sleepover.

I’ve shared in a earlier post that I enjoy the experience of open adoption.  I have levels  of openness with all of my children’s birth mothers but the Locketts and Eppersons have become family.  Our adoption is wide open.  With visits, phone calls,emails and now a sleepover.

I realized today that I have carried around a little tension about this visit.  It will be the first time that I release her to her other family – without me.  Without us. I have to be honest, my mind likes to go there sometimes…entertaining thoughts I know are untrue.  But the reality is my eldest daughter has a birth mother. A birth family. A wonderful and amazing family of people who love and are invested in her life. I am not the only one. As she pushes toward her genetic destiny…reaching towards her future self, I see and feel this tension more and more. I imagine her “fitting in” with them and pulling away from me and it makes me doubt. I’m in that space between complete trust and constant questions and its uncomfortable.

Ila is 10 now.  The dance of hormones and emotions that lead to a special relationship with her body has begun. Puberty. Make no mistake about it – there will be another woman in the house very soon and I can feel it. I sometimes wonder if all of this change is exacerbated by adoption.  She’s running headstrong and fast towards independence and I want only for her to be secure in who she is…her biological and adoptive self merged whole as she sees her reflection through Him.

I love her birth family.  In 10 years we’ve carved out a relationship of trust and confidence in each other.  I can honestly say we’ve been subconsciously  preparing for this…so there are no surprises. I’m ready. Simply writing this post has reminded me of our first meeting and subsequent get-togethers.  We had no idea what we were doing, but trusted the God who loved us.  With crystal clear messages, He revealed His involvement in our union.  Doubt has no place in the community we’ve created.  Today He assures me of the confidence I can have in preparing for her launch into a world without my constant presence.

Ila’s going to spend a little time with the family that knew and loved her first. And I… am basking in the grace that allows us to explore a broader scope of love.

Transition is an “in between” space –  connecting complete trust with constant questions. We anticipate, then experience – change. Seems like a lot of that is going on around here.  I’m living between the yes and no, the holding on and letting go.  I know it’s sometimes necessary so I’m  meditating tonight on my “in between” as a place of rest.  What about you?

I’ve been working on this post since this morning.  It isn’t a true Five Minute Friday post but its where my heart is today. I asked the Lord to lead me in sharing it tonight. When I saw the prompt “in between” I knew I had the green light.  Swing by www.lisajobaker.com to read more words/work on the prompt “In Between”.

also linking -up with Leigh Ann and Nikki at www.christianmommyblogger.com for Fellowship Friday and Laura at www.missionalwomen.com for Faith-filled Friday.

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A Love Letter to My Body

Jun 26, 2013 8 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
look closely..a baby bump was growing as my spirit was led through healing school

look closely..a baby bump was growing as my spirit was led through healing school

Mesmerized by beauty and strength and finding a particularly sweet loveliness in small but significant treasures,  I called myself a lover of women.   A hand gesture, a pair of shoulders, the wonder of a beautifully captivating smile – I love women.  But as my own worst critic I found little time to revel in the unique set of mystery and power that was labeled Lisha and gifted to me by the God of creation.

I’m not sure I loved you..not if what I feel for you…Now… can be compared to what I felt for you…Then…

I was a professionally trained dancer and compared my limbs, feet, hips…arms to those of world-class ballerinas. Asking you to emulate their lines, their form…their style. I asked you dance to a different beat, a forced rhythm, and you were unable to catch your breath.

Countless hours spent in open air dance studios sweating, glistening, pushing. I must have been quite pretty because hard work is beautiful and I’ve never worked so hard in my life.  Everything right was always over shadowed by the revelation that some things were wrong. I wish I could hug that tender, fragile version of myself – the dancer that desired only to be good enough.  I was too busy asking you to be someone else. I was never satisfied with you. A mirrored reflection always pushing me to ask of you…more…I want more.  Higher, longer, stronger, faster. Never enough…just more.

This ugly comparison cycle, a nasty game of constantly changing rules where no matter what happens or what I do – I lose. I lose myself when I lose you and this has gone on for most of my adult life. I played and I lost.

After years of comparison , correction and contorting…after molding and beating you into shape I asked you to bring forth children.

You denied my request.  I don’t blame you, but for a while, I was angry and disappointed.  The ugly disappointment that breeds jealousy and envy. The feelings that force love into a box..never to be opened because jealousy and envy… are afraid.  And fear cannot love.

I had major surgery twice. My uterus ripped apart and put back together again to remove growths that may have multiplied as the years of self loathing increased.   After this, I asked you to give me children.  And you refused.  For 14 years.

Maybe that’s how long it took to fully heal from the trauma you experienced. My prayers,  not practical enough to elicit the healing I sought. You needed time.  I can hear you say so clearly – “I need time”.  You needed restoration, redemption and anointing but all would flow according to His time. 

My heart, in the meantime bore 3 souls.  Spirit babies, my souls longing for children made manifest in the lives of babes housed and born of other wombs..by women with other stories. My longing so intense I believe the meditation of my heart courses through their veins.  Yes, if not my DNA, then certainly my prayers.  I’ve always loved my heart. The part of me, that’s most like Him. Not because I try – my efforts amount to very little, but because this heart has been washed in and knows intimately of His love.

When you finally agreed to the promise of life, to carry it to fulfillment and see it through fruition….I barley believed in you.  We were not on speaking terms.  I doubted you.  I had little faith in you.

But…

I believed in Him.

The baby born of this promise is almost 3. All boy. All life. All love. I bear scars from another battle now.  This time my uterus was split open wide allowing my gift to spring forth…all love …all life …all boy.  My warrior wound reminds me of my love for you. No longer unrequited, unreciprocated…a one way and very lonely highway. You love me and of this I am sure. You renewed my faith…not only because of the blessing of a son but because of the powerful lesson learned. You taught me that when given time and a little room for maturation….the subsequent healing belongs, not to the physical alone, but to the spirit as well.  All things…all things…HEAL.

Dear body of mine,

You are loved.

Are you on speaking terms with your body? What can you do now to show your body love? Have you experienced a profound healing of body,mind or spirit? Share your thoughts in the comment section below.

Joined with friends at www.shelovesmagazine.com for this challenging but cleansing assignment. This link-up was posted on their site almost a year ago but when I saw it…I heard my name..and I answered. Go to the site and read some of the courageous submissions and take the time to write a love letter of your own.

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Ballerina Breakdown : thoughts days 16 – 28

Jun 24, 2013 9 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
photo: florida ballet

photo: florida ballet

Today is day 28 of the Ballerina Breakdown 30 Day Fitness Covenant and my ultimate realization/revelation is this – 30 days is only the beginning. I’ve begun the process of acceptance and awareness that will keep me fighting for this  part of my day. I’ve struggled to make the powerful nutritional choices that can make a huge difference in my health. I’m on the right path but the road before me is long.  Weight loss was never the end goal…rather, a sweet side effect of a positive reconnection with my body. I was going for a feeling of fitness and I think I’m getting there.

I began this journey to kick-start my attempts at getting fit and it’s been fun. I’ve done soca dance with my tween daughter, a little hi-intensity training with my 12-year-old son and experienced again the lovely feeling of a body physically spent. Sweat is my friend.  30 days is just the beginning.

Days 21-28 were a bust.
After our failed vacation we returned to NYC and tried desperately to get back on track. Between handling the collective disappointment of 4 children, and my own, I found it hard to get back into the groove. I left NY with a jump rope, weights and my iPad, fully intent on making it happen during our time away.  I imagined swimming, walking and a little yoga as natural fillers for my fitness covenant goals.

It didn’t happen. Frustrated but eager to make my vacation time “count” , I put myself on the schedule at the birthing center 2 days last week. I’m a birth assistant trainee there and had been hoping to get my first birth for awhile.  Being available can make that happen.  Well, I got my birth (much more on that later) but I didn’t realize how my body would handle the hours of waiting and working in what I consider a holy environment.   I worked a total of 21 hrs in a 2 day span and needed a full 24 to recover.  The exhilaration and fatigue were a strange  combination that resulted in a foggy natural high. It left me feeling loopy and unable to focus on fitness.

Consistently making time for my 30 minutes has been the challenge. Life happens and I find myself pushing the workout to the end of my to-do  list.  In doing so, I subconsciously devalue it..setting myself up for failure. I have to work to prioritize my health. Although the 2:00 a.m workouts gave me a sense of satisfaction because “I did it” , they may do more harm than good. Going forward I hope to get the workout in before my morning coffee. So here’s the positive spin on my covenant reality – in 30 days, 3/4 of the time I got it right.

I’m hoping to finish strong as my ballet teacher used to say. She’d encourage us to work through the ending of anything with feeling and purpose.  To be intentional and mindful of the energy required to finish.

Fitness has to be intentional. Prayerfully and steadily working toward my goals and loving myself in the NOW is the focus. I love moving and was reminded of my bodies need for physical expression through dance.  Its a love…a passion and I’ve purposed to continue.

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not there yet… but feeling pretty in my NOW!
photo: LiChai Epperson

Have you been successful in prioritizing your fitness goals?  I’d love to hear how you made your #30days count. Leave a comment below.

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Five Minute Friday : Rhythm

Jun 21, 2013 23 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson

 

His spirit calls

My heart, this beat, His rhythm….calls
photo: by Moyan Brenn

His spirit
Ancient, awakening, ancestral, all-consuming
Alive, neurons firing, toes tingling
I hear , feel and respond
With movement
I’m going forward
Dancing, shaking,rumbling, burrowing
Deep
My heart, this beat, His rhythm
Calls
And I answer

The decision was mine and His love was eternal

Uncontainable, never ceasing…indescribable

My core is on fire…burning
I’ve got to
Move.
Forward.
Looking to and for Him
I go….
Forward

In the flow of His rhythm

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Joined Lisa Jo and the gang at Five Minute Friday and Laura at Faith-Filled Friday for these fun link-ups.

visit www.lisajobaker.com and www.missionalwomen.com to read more submissions or to get info on participation.

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How to Enjoy an Epic Vacation Fail

Jun 20, 2013 5 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
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I really love this bunch….

 

We were supposed to be on vacation this week.  Having left NYC on June 10th, we should be in Florida now.  First Atlanta then on to Orlando. Time-share. Disney World. Family. Friends. The sun. Water.  A break from the ordinary…an adventure.  Typical, simple and so very ordinary but that was the plan. Yes. That was our plan.

Our car transmission gave out on the road a few miles from the Crayola Factory…that’s my only point of reference for  Easton, Pennsylvania . I’d never been there but always imagined a trip to the Crayola Factory with the kids.  Perhaps with our home school friends, perhaps a family day trip. Just not like this..  Stranded.

God always amazes me. In the little and big things. Our plans, His plans. I love it when they collide – joining in a magnificent symbiosis where for once…everyone’s happy. I thought we were all in agreement. We wanted this vacation..even felt we deserved this vacation.  But God had other plans. This was on of those times where He’d delight us with a treat when it felt like we were being tricked.

Big Daddy said the car felt funny and pulled out of the lane.  The car stalled and wouldn’t move again.  We were just at the mouth of exit 75 and could back up a bit and get off if only Virginia (our minivans love name) would get in gear and move along.  Trucks whizzed by a little too close to stay a novelty and we began the scramble to effect immediate change in our situation.

While waiting we talked to the kids about change. In plans and life. How we’d all have to be flexible to make the best of crummy circumstances.  We talked about the abundance of  grace poured out on us throughout what for us, in the natural, was a huge disappointment.  Only a few hours before we’d prayed together as we began our journey…that The Lord would go before us and follow us.  He did that and so much more.

The brown-haired, bespectacled and sweetly chatty Cathy, manager of the towing company, was our host. She generously opened her comfortable , air-conditioned office to our family and entertained the lovelies with videos while we waited for news from the mechanic. She also made arrangements for a car rental and organized our hotel stay. None of which she was obliged to do.

That night found us checked in at the local motel eating pizza and watching cable tv. Kids are content if not completely over the days drama.   Yes! A tv remote and cable access can do that. I grabbed a brochure with listings of local events and made plans for the morning.  A local ice cream shop. Red Robbin (Yummm…1st time) and of course the Crayola Factory.

A treasured memory...so cool.

A treasured memory…so cool.

We had such a great day.  No…not the vacation of our dreams but Gods wonderful provision in the hustle and flow of our daily life.   Thank you Lord.

Have  you seen the hand of God move in the middle of your mess? Tell me about it in the comment section below.

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I Feel Pretty oh so Pretty…

Jun 18, 2013 11 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
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La Josephine – her infertility led to the adoption of the Rainbow Tribe – also a dancer/singer…perhaps I could be beautiful too

What is beauty? In the early days of my infertility struggle I decided to spend a little time figuring out what beauty meant.  Was it purely an inward notion that manifested itself in the outer…would it be Lisha redux, complete with makeover…was it an action word  exemplified solely by good deeds? What was beauty? Marinating in the everyday ugliness of infertility left me unsure.  I would have to recapture the essence of this word, shape and form it into something that would include a married and childless me.

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it is rumored Lady Guinevere bore no children

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I loved her style but her pain was palpable


I looked to other women who were childless to find my way. I considered their paths and began the quiet exploration of my own.  Josephine Baker, Lady Guinevere and Frida Kahlo.  These women appeared to have identified their beauty and found that sweet spot where beauty and barrenness could peacefully coexist.  I wanted to discover mine. I needed to discover mine.   Whether or not I ever gave birth to children..I knew I wanted to feel and be beautiful.

It isn’t easy to be an infertile Christian woman. We’re taught to name and claim and inspired to exercise our faith. If you don’t get results its easy to feel like a failure. It’s easy to feel less than beautiful. Please understand, I have benefited from these teachings and put them into practice successfully in many areas of my life, but I remained infertile.  I continued to lose babies and no matter how much I claimed otherwise I had no baby to show for my faith.  It’s hard to walk the walk of faith with no results.  Faith is all about results and when you aren’t producing its super easy to feel like damaged goods. Thank God for His grace that covers all, especially the faith-shaking experiences. But honestly, this is how it feels when you’re mired in the un-pretty mess of infertility.

I styled my hair, bought new clothes, learned to make jewelry and did yoga but I didn’t feel it.  The women I admired were beautiful…their lives and art spoke the unwritten pain of infertility, but a heart to heart connection was missing. I couldn’t know these women..their verbal testimonies of infertility had been taken to the grave. Unable to participate in a major life milestone as a woman on earth,  I felt disconnected to the universal image of a woman my age.   Who were the women who had made peace with God in this area?  I needed to hear their stories. Only by sharing in this space with other warriors could I grasp an understanding of a reawakened/ re-imagined beauty.

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hearing the testimony of Lisa Comes was life transforming

The testimonies of Lisa Comes and Shannon Wexelberg were powerful, potent medicine for my troubled infertile soul.  I listened to Lisa tell her story of victory through adoption on a cd given to me by a friend.  Could there exist women of faith who were unable to have children? Soaking in the peace and acceptance she’d found I was able to feel a bit of her beautiful spirit rub off on broken barren me. When I couldn’t worship, Shannon sang my hearts cry.    The words of her songs…restoring the beat of my long silenced infertile heart. She is now a happy mother of a little boy through adoption.  These women had found contentment. They were beautiful.

Contentment, like water on a rock, slowly dissolved the war I had waged against God.  Peace invaded my heart. This massive, unexpected explosion blew my brittle stony heart to bits and I was left with a heart of flesh …moldable, teacheable..beautiful.

Yes! the music ministry of Shannon Wexelberg remains in heavy rotation

Yes! the music ministry of Shannon Wexelberg remains in heavy rotation

What is beauty?

Beauty is contentment..peace…grace under pressure. Faith is beautiful and so is hope. Beauty is strength. The inevitable  restoration and redemption of your life is beautiful.  Your tears are beautiful. Beauty is women with children and women without. Beauty is life and whether or not you ever give birth…. YOU are beautiful too.

Has infertility made you feel less than beautiful? How have you redefined your image of beauty? Who are the childless women you’ve identified with? Share in the comment section below.

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Five Minute Friday : Listen

Jun 14, 2013 31 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
my ballet teacher used to say "quiet before the performace" now I think "listen..for Godly cues"

my ballet teacher used to say “quiet before the performace”
now I think “listen..for Godly cues”

Listen…redemption is here
Listen…for His voice in the stillness found between drops of rain
Listen…for the answer
Listen… you can hear Him
He speaks in gentle whispers and quiet footsteps, in the toss of your head as you turn over at night
He speaks in the books you read, the music you hear, the choices you make
Listen..He speaks in the laughter of children, resides in the broken heart and is present in the peace of silence
Listen… His voice echoes through hallways, along sidewalks and highways
Reaching across time and space
An endless, limitless, vibration
Listen…
He can be found in your souls wandering/wondering, longing, searching…. for Him
Mary did and it was done unto her…according to His word because she….
Listened.
Listen with your body, soul and mind
Open to receive His word
Listen for the redemptive song that can turn your heartache to celebration, your questions to answers, your suffering to solace – your hurt to healing
Listen…
joined friends at Five Minute Friday (Lisa Jo)  and Faith-Filled Friday (Laura) to encourage and inspire. check out the words/work of many other gifted writers at the sites below.
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www.lisajobaker.com  and www.missionalwomen.com
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Ballerina Breakdown : thoughts days 9 -15

Jun 12, 2013 9 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson

It had to come to this...I knew the Lord would begin to speak to me about diet. Working the body with exercise causes me to think of it as a wonderfully crafted machine. I begin to seriously consider what I’m consuming and how it relates to the weight loss results I achieve. So we’ve got something to talk about and I’ve got to lay my issues on the line…

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can’t blame carbs alone…just way too much of this good thing

Carbohydrates. Oh, the dreaded and beloved scones, pancakes and baked goods that I’ve become so fond of. My diet has fallen into the standard routine of nourishment by convenience. I eat food that is easy to get to and prepare and if my food isn’t convenient…it’s comforting. My baking habit…exhibit A.

There are changes to make. First the physical activity and now the little alterations that will help accelerate my efforts. My diet and exercise plan working in tandem to bring about a stronger, fit and more focused me. This week I will limit my carbs and focus on vegetables and protein. This works for my body and gives me the energy and clarity of mind I need to function in my daily life as mama of the lovelies. Eliminating meals and severely restricting calories doesn’t work and isn’t wise.

It’s been hard though…I’ve been a little physically disgusted with my body. My stomach gets in the way of movements I try to make. Interfering in my attempts to bend and stretch. My belly feels like another person…a person I have to pardon as I attempt my work out. Always under foot , under way. I know the presence of this gut is a reminder for me to go deeper within. To search my core…my center.. My solid rock. At the center of all this physical is the spiritual and I am feelings the early pains of those first most difficult lessons. The undisciplined life is hard to change and change although good…hurts.

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“fat ballerina” by Duetto Graphics

Midweek and only because of an upcoming vacation, I found myself trying on a swimsuit. I really wasn’t ready for that. The images are still in my head ( small dolphin ) not sure if it helps or hinders but that day was discouraging. I am staying committed to the exercise but was reminded of how far away I am from any semblance of physical fitness – how much work I have to do.

Yes. I did. I followed that feeling with a bowl of ice cream the next day. My inner chunky girl lapping up the delicious but deadly creamy goodness – because hey – what’s the big deal and everyone makes mistakes. Sigh.

It wasn’t planned, but I didn’t exercise that day. My body was/ is being pushed, reintroduced to a lifestyle of fitness and its sore and working very hard to adjust. A day off was just what I needed to realize the benefits of what I’d been working on. The results are slow in coming but I realize my posture has improved, my center feels a bit stronger (even if that only means I’m more aware of it). My stress level is improved and I’m smiling more. Sowing into myself makes me feel good. Christ created and knit me together to His liking and I’ve got to be okay with that – wherever I fall on the spectrum as relates to my goal on any given day (especially on “baby dolphin” days).

I escaped anorexia and severe body issues as a dancer. Dancing in rather healthy environments and working with dancers of all shapes and sizes saved me from that particular form of crazy. Still, anyone who has spent a lifetime in front of a mirror has some issues. When your body is always being tested and tried to go faster, higher, longer….you develop insecurities and judgements against yourself. You’re proud of what’s going right and the things about your body that help in your dancing but the things that challenge you present an obstacle …something to change, beat into submission…alter. You learn to work with odd feet, minimal turnout and large breasts. But at what cost? How does a young woman develop a truly healthy vision of her body when it doesn’t comply with current standards?

I spent too many years as a dancer in front of a mirror criticizing my imperfections. I rarely acknowledged the acceptable, even beautiful. I didn’t appreciate the me that was designed with a purpose. I am aware that I come to the table with a warped body image that needs healing. My body’s inability to successfully carry life took the skewed relationship I already had with my body and added a dose of dissatisfaction that was horrifying. For awhile, any glimpse of myself was followed by an inner cursing and belittling of the image I saw. I couldn’t stop it. I said it in the last post…infertility messed me up more than all those years in a ballet studio.

so much more to come…stay tuned

I have trailed the brilliance of this woman’s career. Hope Boykin is my vision of a truly healthy and spiritually grounded dancer. Be ministered to by her movements when the Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre visits your city.

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Five Minute Friday : Fall

Jun 07, 2013 18 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
thin-skinned and green...

thin-skinned, green and bound to fall
photo: Vegan Feast Catering

Thin-skinned and green to the blogging world I am sometimes afraid to reach out. As freeing as anonymity in the cyber world can be – with screens , hashtags and chat rooms I still want to do things right. I don’t want to mess up. I want to follow the rules, obey the protocol and find new friends. When to reply or jump into a  twitter conversation requires savvy skills that us newbies just don’t have.  How do you connect with others when you’re afraid of falling?

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve made fantastic friends online and imagine someday, a virtual tea party where I could break bread with kindred spirits…but other times. Other times its so hard.  I can’t figure out what to do or when and I’ve yet to come across a manual for blogging etiquette. Accepted behaviors are learned in the trenches. The rules, having been made up along the way, were shaped through years of conversations that took place without you. If you weren’t at the party…you missed it.  You’ll probably find out by making a mistake. By falling. If you dare.

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she’s falling…will you catch her?
photo: Hannah at UnspokenRomance

If you’re bold enough to make any kind of move you’re left wondering... Could I have unknowingly stepped on the toes of the rock star blogger? Should I be  hurt when realizing someone has unsubscribed to my blog? or, confused when a comment goes unanswered?  The tone of my words misunderstood, because try as we may, this virtual world will never take the place of a real one. It’s easy to be misunderstood when a misplaced comma or ill-used pronoun can make the difference between sounding humble or haughty. I don’t want to be the new girl in the lunch room …tray in hand, walking confidently when all of a sudden she trips.  One wrong move and she has taken a very public and humiliating fall.

I don’t want to be that girl.  But I am…. it’s a rite of passage we all go through. Do you remember your first tweet? Do you remember the first time you hit the publish button on your probably not ready for prime time post…sending your words,thoughts and heart into the universe…to be seen, heard, judged? It’s a place we should recall from time to time..lest we forget what it feels like.

The skinned knees and scrapes from our newbie adventures in the blogosphere should never be forgotten. Because we’ve all been that girl.  We’ve all fallen. We shouldn’t forget what it feels like to fall …or how it feels to be picked up when we do.  Lets all extend grace, be that hand that reaches back to pull up, and take the time to lovingly lead the fallen.

Do you remember your blogger/twitter beginnings?  What was it like?  Have you found time to teach, guide or even correct a newbie?  Believe me she’d appreciate you.

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It’s that time again friends! I’ve linked up with Lisa Jo and friends for Five Minute Friday.  Read more inspiring words, thoughts and ideas at www.lisajobaker.com.

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Dear Weary Mama, Your Motherhood Needs a Father

Jun 06, 2013 13 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson

Dear Weary Mama,

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even before becoming a mother – I could relate to this
photo: Annie Lee

You’re on the verge of tears. They collect in the spaces where your heart and mind meet REALITY. Motherhood is real and you feel it.  You’re overwhelmed by the task before you…it spans years into the future and right now…in this moment you feel the infinite responsibility of child-rearing. It weighs on you like the loads of laundry, unswept floors and unfinished tasks.  Motherhood is never finished. You are always on call and you my friend, need a break.

The meals and dishes, the play dates and appointments…the decisions.  The million and one daily decisions of motherhood have you on pause. You stand motionless at this precipice..ready to let yourself be led by a powerful wind gust. You’re ready for another ride.. another chance…maybe you’ll get it right. If you’re brave enough, maybe you’ll try again.  Next time.

There is another way.  The better way, and because you’re “Mama”, you know this.

He calls you to include Him, but you don’t.  He is last on that list of a million things to do.  A better brew of coffee prioritized above the word that would sustain your day.  You know all this is available to you and like the woman who died at the well longing for a drink you…forego the chance to learn, grow and refresh yourself in His word.

Your blog can wait, the laundry can wait, but you my friend can no longer put Him on hold. Your motherhood needs a Father. Make Him your first priority.  You’ve said it yourself …it’s your motto isn’t it? One of them anyway?  …God, family, ministry.  Sister they’re only words on paper or floating in cyberspace if they aren’t lived. You are the apple of your Daddy’s eye and He wants to do you good and make you happy. He wants to grow you into that woman of God, that prosperous mother, whose children rise up and call her blessed.

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photo: D. Sharon Pruitt

You can do this. These mommy moments are holy opportunities and we need to be wholly committed to this motherhood thing. No holes, no fillers or substitutions. Only Him covering you when you stumble and, you, getting back up – to try again. You were designed for and called to this.  There really is a better way and your entire family is depending on you to make it work. Rise up Mama, beautiful maiden, lovely warrior…you are favored.  Dive into, recall and live His word. Surrender to the beautiful mess of motherhood, confident in the love of your Father.

Always in Love,

Lisha

Dear sisters and friends – I wrote this for you but only because He first ministered it to me.  I’m linking up with the beauties at Hope for the Weary Mom and Transformed Tuesdays at More to Be.  Swing through for a bit of refreshment.

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