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Infertility Prayer

Jul 29, 2013 13 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson

The Lord gave me a vision to begin a series on infertility prayer.  Following through in obedience to this idea is challenging and worthy of contemplation. Although I’ve experienced this walk, I’ve never walked it in your shoes.  As Pastor Levi Lusko says “pain is personal”. I listened to him preach online at the Skull Church with LiChai recently.  I went on to learn of the loss of his 5-year-old daughter. He shared the reality of his families loss and discussed in a raw and transparent post “how it is impossible to feel anything except for what we are going through.” His words shot through my heart as I’ve tossed around the idea of birthing these prayers.

Infertility for you will be different – a unique set of experiences and expectations shaped by the now of your life. I honor your journey. My prayer is that you will be encouraged knowing you never walk alone in your struggle. The prayers are offered as a cry to heaven on your behalf….an offering brought before the throne in full acknowledgement that redemption comes from God alone.

But the women, His warriors pray.  Know that women…all over the world…are praying for you.

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infertility prayer

I will not cause pain without allowing something new to be born, says the Lord. Isaiah 66:9

For as long as the Lord leads, I will post an infertility prayer on Twitter and Facebook a few times a week. I am learning obedience.  It’s both frightening and thrilling to take the first step. I was encouraged by a testimony of faith by Deidra Riggs this week. I’m so grateful to God for giving me this crystal clear response to a prayer.

In the attached clip she shares the experience of jumping out of a plane for the first time. It’s the launching pad for a powerful worldview.  To live life – jumping tandem with God as your partner and friend. Hearing her talk about taking the seat belt off in life impressed upon me the importance of “going there” in the form of obedience. So often I hear the Lord whisper ideas and I immediately shut them down with negative thoughts. I stay seated when I should get up. I play it safe. I’m working on perfecting a mind shift, unstrapping that belt and leaning in hard to honor His voice with the actionable step of immediate compliance.

Click the links above to follow me as I have fun on social media serving and encouraging my fellow maidens. Consider ways in which you can take the “seat belt” off in your life. I’d love to engage in conversation about this so be free with  your comments and lets pray each others boldness in Christ. Are you ready? I’m ready…let’s jump.

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Five Minute Friday : for the Broken in Battle

Jul 27, 2013 23 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
a broken beautiful mess can be restored photo: Flickr Creative Commons - whatmegsaid

a broken beautiful mess can be restored
photo: Flickr Creative Commons – whatmegsaid

The thing is…you can’t fix this. You didn’t create this, but you’re here. A never asked for cup makes you feel broken.  Like a wild animal caged,trapped…backed into a corner, your natural instinct is to attack. And if you were stronger, you would.   But you’re bent over and bruised from fighting so long.  You hide it well, but your heart bleeds. Crimson streams of red-hot lava…you, the broken beautiful mess, are still angry. You’re finding it hard to get out of this pushed in place. This struggle… this battle… is breaking you and you’re so tired.

You feel broken. If you could peel yourself out of this corner.  Lift your limp, loose body from the floor because you’ve fallen. Again. And this time, doubt if the thing that’s broken can be fixed.

Sigh. Breathe. Sing. a new song…

Stay here. Wait for your God.  He. The healer, fixer, redeemer and lover. The One who can and promises to restore. The mender of broken hearts. He’ll correct, mold and shape. Handle, hold and love.

Love.

He will reconstruct and rebuild.

He’ll renew your battle cry, strengthen your warrior song…
after the tears have dried…
after you’ve soaked in the remembrance of His word – which promises to heal…the broken.

You’ll make it back.  I know you will. Bless God, you will.

So this is the Five Minute Friday post written just after midnight on Saturday (east coast). What can I say… I love this band of beauties and had to stop by for 5 minutes of joyful play with words.

I’m also linking up with Deidra Riggs at Jumping Tandem for The Sunday Community. I’ve been trailing Deidra for a minute now and find her words/work beautiful, powerful, bold, courageous…sincere.  She “goes there” on the tough topics. So yes! I’m excited about hanging out with her this weekend.  Can you tell?

You can join the fun…check out www.lisjobaker.com for more information.

 

 

 

and for more information and  inspiration found in the Sunday Community visit www.deidrariggs.com

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Infertility : First Steps to Finding Freedom

Jul 25, 2013 6 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
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the infertility walk

Primary infertility refers to couples who have not become pregnant after at least 1 year of unprotected sex (intercourse). You don’t want to think of yourself as a statistic but it’s been a year. 12 months of trying and still…no pregnancy. 1 in 8 couples will need help conceiving. Are you facing the possibility of an infertility diagnosis? What should you expect? What now? Here’s a link for a RESOLVE’s personal assessment tool to get you started asking the questions you need answered.

In the meantime here are a few things you can do to find and maintain freedom as you take the first steps.

Pray about it and make an appointment with your doctor.  Choosing instead to wait a few years before taking action, many couples wait on this one. This is a mistake.  The reality is the sooner you know where you stand, what’s going of with your body..the sooner you can take powerful steps toward achieving your goal.  Call a doctor and ask to be referred to a reproductive endocrinologist. I believe God gives wisdom and knowledge to doctors of reproductive medicine. We can use them in faith.  Decide for yourself how far you want to pursue a medical path and blaze your own faith/science trail.

If you haven’t already, take inventory of your nutritional intake.  This goes for hubby too. Don’t go crazy and severely limit or restrict but pay attention to your diet.  A whole foods approach with proper supplementation is the way to go. Healthy carbs are mandatory as well as sufficient fat content. Organic , grass-fed meats..fresh fruits and vegetables. Sufficient hydration with purified water, herbal teas and small amounts of fresh juice. Stay away from hydrogenated oils and processed foods as much as possible.  Don’t be a slave to any of this but be mindful of the little foxes that can sabotage your health goals. Nourishing Traditions and The Maker’s Diet are invaluable resources that you may want to consider. Begin now to educate yourself in developing a healthy meal plan for your future family.

Find a form of exercise you enjoy and stick with it. Consistent exercise is a beautifully reliable source of stress relief.  Infertility is stressful.  It triggers tension and negative energy that should be channeled. Give this stress a regular outlet for release.

Find and confide in a friend.  We are designed to bear each others burdens.  Trust that a friend will share your pain and offer a non-judgemental hearing ear when you just need to vent.  If you can’t find this in real life or just aren’t ready to “go there” with a friend – go online.  There are many online communities with the sole purpose of being a  hub for resources and information for those on  the baby making journey. I am still connected to the friendships I made at Fertile Thoughts.  Walking the journey with friends on the same path was indescribable. I’d found my tribe… find yours and embrace the community offered.

Get to know your God! Any faith-shaking challenge is an appointed season of testing…refining and development.  Be encouraged..you are growing in the things of God. When you can’t see your way ahead, rely on your spiritual foundation as a source of strength. Set your heart to hope and  stay in faith through the investment of time spent seeking God.

Keep a journal or start a blog. Dance, paint, sing, draw, act, design…These forms of expression are cathartic, redemptive, healing.

Allow yourself a day-off pass.  There will be days when you will ignore all this advice. You’ll stay home eating chocolate and indulging in the caffeinated beverage of your choice. You’ll draw the curtains and watch movies in bed (mine was Sense and Sensibility). Maybe a little retail therapy is more your speed. The point is to allow yourself those days. Just make sure you don’t stay there. Wallow too long and you’ll end up a prisoner of doubt and unbelief.  Your pass is only good for a day or two.

Applying these tips will help you maintain balance, keeping you from becoming consumed and contained by a major life struggle. Freedom and control are valuable when experiencing infertility. Mapping out a plan of action will free you to make choices about these first steps. Maintaining some semblance of control as you bravely don your warrior garb – is possible.

Don’t let infertility define your existence. You are more than a reproductive system. You are beautiful , strong and courageous. You are more than this challenge and somehow, you will make to the other side.

Have I missed anything?  Please share any tips you’ve found helpful in managing your infertility walk.

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on Growing Up and Going Out

Jul 22, 2013 10 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
growing up in God

growing up in God – loving Him, loving me

LiChai is growing up.  We sat together in church the other night.  This isn’t a first or anything remarkable really, but it’s significant in this moment.  As he slowly makes his way out of the nest, I’ve questioned the safety of the world he’s about to explore.  I think more and more about what he has learned under my wings. Have I prepared him to take flight?

We arrived a few minutes late. Big Daddy kept watch in the lobby while Ade’, who’d missed his nap, enjoyed an early evening toddler knockout. LiChai and I found seats and fell into the flow of service. Just him and I. I immediately noticed the difference in our usual family make up.  We are rarely alone. The addition of new lives and loves in the form of siblings has taken away special time like this for my first-born and I.  It felt nice.

We kept time with the music ministry, swaying and clapping  as they went through the selections for the evening. He watched me.  I noticed him in his own groove, relaxed and natural, while his eyes followed me from time to time.  Arms raised and giving it his all..he was a Christian mommy dream come true.  I got to see and feel him in his own place of worship. It had everything and nothing to do with me.  The acknowledgement of that was breath- taking…humbling.

How many times has he seen his dad and I standing before God in a room full, congregants of all colors, shapes and sizes…eyes closed, hearts lifted?  The worship of Christ has been modeled for Him and I am grateful to have transferred this legacy.  Particularly the week since the verdict , where the painful drama of racism resulted in unanswered questions, too many tears and the conversation that I just didn’t want to have.  My heart delighted to know he’s learned the greatest acceptance…the love of his Heavenly Father.  Confident of his reflection as it mirrors Christ, he knows who and whose he is. When this world confuses he has a hiding place. As he leaves the nest, he is cradled, welcomed into the arms of the Father who loved him first….arguably, loves him most.

At 4, he left our laps and skipped off to children’s church. I’ve seen glimpses of lessons he’s learned under the guidance of devoted teachers. Mixed with a whole lot of fun and games he learned to believe the greatness of God and speak in his heavenly language.  With a faith beyond his years, he now speaks words of life over himself and others. Now, he chooses to sit with us. Growing up and out of the things of childhood – I guess he’s ready for solid food.

He hasn’t been with me like this in awhile and it was nice to have him back.  Hearing him concur “amen!” to comments made by the pastor, ask a quick question about a scripture or stand up and sing when moved by a particular song.  I loved and needed it all. My faith in God, if not humanity, fully restored as I watched my baby take off as a spiritual being …leaving the nest with eyes fixed towards heaven.

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When We Belong

Jul 19, 2013 35 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
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we belong..in community…together
photo: Byber

Belong. How this word rushes into my heart, filling spaces unknown
At the core, my cry for empathy is all because I want to belong.
I want you to imagine where I am…go there with me. Take that walk because you can’t do life without me – complementary pieces of the same puzzle.  We fit.

In belonging I receive the gift of a God who created me for you. You for me.  We were made for each other.  To refine, sharpen….love.

We were designed  to fit together..the body of Christ
Sisters and brothers, we belong to the Father
Connected. Joined. Attached. We are bound. One to another
Not by force  – because of love we are here…in this space.
United. Not by color… our creative Lord sees…

Beyond…the negative words and hurt feelings I want to be found…in Him

I want to. I will be. I will.

Delighting in our differences He binds spirits
I know you and am known at the deepest level because we…belong

another Five Minute Friday gathering with Lisa Jo and friends. check it out. www.lisajobaker.com

another Five Minute Friday joint with Lisa Jo and friends.  check it out! www.lisajobaker.com

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Racism in America : Ignorance is Bliss But It’s No Longer an Excuse

Jul 18, 2013 16 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
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racism ends when we say so…
photo: flickr by OZinOH

I wrote a piece about racism and my feelings after the Zimmerman verdict was released. I was hurt …bewildered but I’m guessing like most of you…not surprised. The blanket of ignorant bliss that covers this country was pulled back. The still raw and very deep gash created by racial division,  again…exposed.

I pressed send and waited for the peaceful dialogue to begin…I trolled Twitter and Facebook. Looking for words of wisdom, another point of view, angry and annoyed outbursts.  What I discovered was two different worlds.  My FB and Twitter accounts are worlds apart..populated by Americans living and experiencing vastly different realities based on skin color.  The disparity was alarming.

My Facebook page is comprised of mostly African-American women.  Many are personal friends that have migrated from my personal page to talk motherhood, infertility, adoption and relationships. My Twitter followers are largely not my in real life friends.  They are women and a sprinkling of men who have connected with me as an infertility survivor, adoption advocate and follower of Christ.

My Facebook friends were outraged. Every other post screamed the injustice felt. I’ve searched on Twitter  the past few days for reaction on the verdict from a mostly Christian community and by and large found nothing.  I got 2 retweets on my blogpost and 1 on the call to conversation. I found a beautiful post from Deidre Riggs…she blogs at Jumping Tandem and as a contibutor for Allume and InCourage. I was delighted to read the comments on her post and will check back for more. Denene Millner of My Brown Baby and Darcel from The MahoganyWay also expressed their frustrations in thought provoking blog posts.   I retweeted all of them. I commented. These were all black women who for the most part shared my pain.  But I wanted to hear the other side. I asked questions in hopes of getting the conversation started on the other end, but….nothing.

I received only one comment on my blog that expressed an opinion very different from my own. I am grateful to Vanessa at Hearts on Guard for sharing her views.  I appreciated the opportunity to hear and be heard by a fellow believer who sees this story from a different angle.

So the question I’m asking is why not?  Have we all entered that space where we collectively sigh over tragedy and proceed with business as usual because we’re all too numb.  This type of injustice…our new normal?  Or is it that the veil of privilege covers the eyes of its constituents…keeping them blind to the alternate reality of the African- American in America.  Our Christian community is staying silent and I don’t know why. Are we hiding the very real fact of racism under the prayer cloth as a way to avoid the communication we fear.  Needing to go there,  we choose instead to pray it away.

Brothers and sisters in Christ – your African-American family is hurting over this and your silence is adding salt to a long  standing wound.

Some church leaders made blanket statements. Refusing to say any names, they tweeted glib comments about “these hard times”. They failed us.  In skirting the issue they displayed cowardice and flaunted the worst kind of weakness.  The church refused to take a stand and its lack of conviction creates a culture of complacency. It is powerless and fickle. It is unproductive.

The church should be at the center of all community building efforts and that can’t happen if we aren’t talking.  We’ll  have to walk this road together…hand in hand or not at all. Christ connects us but we are clearly living in different worlds.  My friends…racism is real…and we’ve got to deal with it.  The bridge building will have to be done by us.

photo: flickr by uusc4all

photo: flickr by uusc4all

Since the verdict I realize that most of us (Christians) aren’t talking about it because we didn’t follow this case.  It wasn’t, isn’t important enough and doesn’t register in our world. God is love. I get it.  But wow!  What an aha! moment.  What a terribly sad moment of revelation.  As Christians, how do we travel across the globe desperate to meet the needs of Africans ,Haitians..the sick,the lost…and then choose to remain blind to a very real problem of racism in our own backyard? Our hearts bleeding and filled with compassion for “those” people, those situations.  The thing about integration in the church is that it hasn’t really happened.  We remain segregated.  The black church, the white church with so little room for Jesus, who should be the center of it all. Church, I know we can do better.

I talked yesterday with a friend about the verdict and how it’s been so difficult to process. She is a white woman and openly shared her experiences as a child. She told of racist family members and the perpetuation of the black boogey man in every scary story. She admitted her fear of running into a black  man when she moved from middle America to NYC.   She held back tears as I told her about my deep, core shaking sigh upon hearing the first  child I would raise was a boy.  It’s true….black mothers pray special prayers over their sons – and no one teaches this.  It’s in our DNA…a mournful lullaby from long ago prayed, whispered, breathed over every male child born into a family. She confessed that never has she had an experience that would validate all she’d been taught to fear about about black men – subliminally or otherwise. We went there and I was grateful for it.

I kept glancing at our boys.  They talked and laughed as we shared this moment of confidence and complete trust.  They’ve  loved each other a long time…bonding over Minecraft, email, face-time and Legos. But this weekend, their worlds parted. While her son played baseball and enjoyed the usual weekend flow – I had to talk to my son about how to behave if approached by an officer of the law. How he should not make any false moves, maintain a submissive stance , not reach into his back pack.  For anything.  My boy participated in a centuries old, depressingly sad rite of passage this weekend. He’s 12 and to me ..still ripe with the innocence of boyhood. But  on Saturday…after the verdict…he became a black man and with that, not  so green anymore.

Friends in Christ the floor is open…

what are your thoughts, how are you making sense of this tragedy? are you one of very few African-Americans in your community of believers? are you white with very little interaction with people of color? Do you attend a primarily white or black church?  Did your pastor speak on this topic last Sunday?  what did they say? what…are your thoughts?

and again…the floor is open…

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on Trayvon,Tradition and the Divine

Jul 15, 2013 20 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
truth - this was the baby I prayed for but finding out "the baby" was a boy had me send up the special prayers that come only from mothers of black boys

1st time mama – Finding out “the baby” was a boy had me send up special prayers. Prayers that come only from mothers of black boys – 5/01

In the 1977 landmark miniseries Roots,  Kunta Kinte’s father Omoro, holds him up in the night sky as part of an ancient African tradition.  He declares “Behold, the only thing greater than yourself.” I was 11 years old when I saw this ritual. Not yet walking in Christ, I heard and felt the implication of this ceremony.  It whispered my connection to the divine.

I’ve raised my children this way.  Not in ceremony but with love and respect for the divine. I’ve taught them to love and respect themselves and others. When you accept your connection to the Almighty you recognize it in others.  Respect and honor are born for all creation. You sense the divine connection. Life, for you, is precious. From there..it’s all love. Every child should be raised in such a manner – first with respect for the greatness of the Almighty.

I wrote the following piece as soon as I heard the verdict…it’s where I was at the moment. No editing…just musings…thoughts.  Me in my mama space feeling the universal pain of the senseless loss of life.

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Trayvon Martin - I've got 4...

Trayvon Martin – I’ve got 4…

We just came in from church tonight. After doing a little late night run to Fairway for groceries, bags in hand we all made our way upstairs.  Rodney carried Ade’ while I shuttled the others into the elevator of our apartment building on a sticky NYC night.

I put away food, kids drifted off to their rooms, Rodney went to the computer. The verdict was in. Zimmerman would walk free and not be charged with the murder of 17-year-old Trayvon Martin.

I didn’t follow this case.  This case hits too close to home.  Almost 35 years ago my family lived this nightmare when my 16-year-old uncle was gunned down on the streets of Chicago because he fit the description of a supposed neighborhood perpetrator.  He was 16 and visiting his older brother.  Walking the streets alone. Unarmed. He was shot. No one was  convicted forhis murder.

So this case brings back the pain of that time.  I was young enough to not fully understand but old enough to get the fact that my uncle was dead…for no reason other than being a young black male. The question of why loomed for along time…at family gatherings, anytime we were together really.  Someone would say his name “Jo Lee” and the words would spill. This was grown folks talk but I listened and absorbed the hurt of their unanswered questions.

I’m sitting on the couch next to Ade. I hear laughter in the back.  It’s late and I’ve gone off into another world.  The kids always sense this opportunity and seize it.  T.V. blaring, they’re eating a late night snack of fresh bread and a bowl of fruit and I’m here – letting them have at it while I try to process my feelings on the verdict..Trayvon…life.

I’m here.  Watching the beautifully paced breathing of a 2-year-old. He’s abandoned his energies to sleep and I have successfully removed his clothes without waking him.  I just took off his hoodie. He wears a blue Cars hoodie. He loves it a little too much…choosing to wear it on night like tonight, when he certainly doesn’t need it.  Like Trayvon, my 2-year-old wears a hoodie. When did a hoodie become synonymous with being a suspect? Fashion always comes from the hood and when it’s commercialized it’s cool. Think Michael Phelps.

brotherly love..first moments together...and yes! so much to pray for

brotherly love..first moments together…and yes! so much to pray for

I am a mother of black boys.  Brilliant, funny, full of exuberant kinetic , powerfully crazy energy …my boys are…boys.. But in this world they get separated into another category…and other adjectives are used.  words that mask their identity as children of God. Suspect, criminal, threat…and of course black.  Black is sometimes used as a substitute for all the others.  Say black and all the other adjectives become givens.  A mother doesn’t see her sons in such a way.  I believe in them and know their inherent goodness. Like any other mother.  But I’m not like many mothers … I’ll have to work to protect these boys, I’ll have to worry about them in ways many mothers won’t, I’ll have to teach them things about race and this world that only black parents know.

I don’t want to have to do this. LiChai is 12 and I’m just beginning to send him out on his own.  It’s the perfectly imperfect time to talk to him about this but I don’t want to.  How can I send him out confident yet cautious? His very life on the line every time he steps out of the safety and comfort of the nest?  Is there a happy medium? I don’t want to instruct him in these things. Things many of his friends will never have to consider.  Are we not raising our children to see Christ in all? Is the first response always to fight, attack, kill. What are we teaching?

I’m sitting here…heart-broken. Like Trayvon’s mama. Because like me, she once pulled the clothes off his two-year old body in preparation for bed.  She sat next to him…watching, hearing his breath and she loved him.. She loved him and had dreams for his life….beautifully simple dreams for a boy.  Dreams that will never be fulfilled.  Could his destiny have been fulfilled in this?  Maybe this was it.  To be the life that sparks this phase of change. My mother’s heart is speaking now and I know she wouldn’t have dreamed for him to become the martyr for a movement.  She’d want her boy. She’d want her son.

Injustice isn’t new and I won’t pretend my Christianity excludes me from the conversation. Any battle can be broken down to the simple concepts of good and evil…right and wrong. So it’s here I’ll start.  I’m praying hard and adding my voice , heart and energy to the collective cry for peace. I feel weary but I won’t stay that way.  There’s too much work to do.

What are your thoughts on the verdict? What message do you think it sends?I’m not just asking…I really want to know.  Please share.

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Posted in christianity, faith, motherhood, parenting, relationships, uncategorized - Tagged children, divine, Roots, tradition, Trayvon

Five Minute Friday: Present

Jul 12, 2013 17 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson

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I close my eyes…quiet my mind and body before approaching
The ground…prepared – this road…paved
heightened senses …guide me
I feel it… rest. here. now.

The unappreciated, overlooked space called here and now…is the gift – the present
If I look back too long, caught in a wave of tender reminiscence or painfully raw regret – I’ll forget.
I won’t take advantage of the opportunities to love – the splendor of living in this moment
Looking ahead I lose sight of what I have…what surrounds me – this presence
His presence covers, shelters, carries me
Here…now…I am graced to enter in
To live…
A time-sweetened love, the harvest from a crop – full and over flowing
In the epicenter of so many streams of love
This presence compels me to share …I’ve got to give..I’ve got to love. Now.
This sweet holy presence is my present.
He is everything there was and will be. He is this breath, this sound, this touch – all love.

He is.

And I am here.

Present and in His presence.

I receive the present.

Linking up with Lisa Jo and friends at www.lisajobaker.com for Five Minute Friday. 

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Posted in christianity, faith, infertility, life, uncategorized - Tagged faith, five minute friday, here, holy, love, present

Hustle and Flow…Summer 2013

Jul 09, 2013 9 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson
natural. fuzzy. a little bit gray. me.

natural. fuzzy. a little bit gray. me.

I’ve been super busy lately. You already know about our epic vacation fail, but beyond that, life has transitioned into a summer whirlwind. We spent the 4th of July with dear friends and watched the fireworks from a pretty decent spot on Riverside Drive. We helped my god-daughter celebrate her 6th birthday with a sleepover and mini/pseudo pool party on the terrace ( read: cute blowup kiddie pool) and one of my oldest and dearest friends came in for a quick visit from Rhode Island.

Summer is in full effect. The kids started track and swimming today and I had the most delicious, unplanned nap. Against all opinions to the contrary, we’re even getting a little math and history done.

Feeling a little giddy with all that’s going on. Hopeful, on-fire, vision clear…I’m feeling the blessing in this season of my life – in spite of the hustle. I’m praying we can keep this sweet flow going through summers end.

As for the blog…I’m happy you’re here. I just sent the 2nd newsletter and have a way cool, super awesome, crazy giveaway! You’ll find details below along with a few pictures of my lovely bunch. Here’s hoping your summer is sun-kissed, spirit-led and love filled!

The “You’re Beautiful” GIVEAWAY!

I’m loving on women strong and appreciating the splendor of “SHE” – I want to celebrate you, acknowledge and love on YOU. How better to express that than to offer adornment. I love clothes. I love the way a garment can transform my day. The perfect dress…makes me happy. So…I’m giving away one of my favorite things….a dress.

“The Dress” by Project Runway designer EPPERSON! (You’ll know him from the blog as Big Daddy)

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“The Dress” is black cotton. Sized S,M or L. *belt not included

This is my go-to dress. It’s the perfect piece for any season. In the fall or winter wear it with a sweater or a turtleneck underneath. Leggings or tights will keep you cozy. For now….sleeveless and bare-armed is the way to go. Worn with the belt or without this dress is simple, casual, elegance.

Subscribe to the blog (scroll back up to top corner of this post – on the right) or LIKE my Facebook page  www.facebook.com/broaderscopeoflove  for a chance to WIN! The winner will be selected on  Monday,July 15th using www.random.org

the view from 92nd and Riverside Drive

the view from 92nd and Riverside Drive

impromptu terrace pool party!

impromptu terrace pool party!

Lisa's here...bff from way back in the day

Lisa’s here…bff from way back in the day

waiting for track to begin and trying to keep cool

waiting for track to begin and trying to keep cool

and they're off....

and they’re off….

 

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A Few Things You Should Know About Being Beautiful

Jul 05, 2013 36 Comments ~ Written by lisha epperson

 

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Beautiful.


Lovely, gorgeous, stunning.
On the surface it’s about physical appearance.
The first fragile layer cracks easily. It is fallow ground..meant to be broken. Revealing a rock solid core….covered and set with a gritty sheet of blood and bone, beautiful…is not always pretty.

Beautiful.

Some beauty is God – given , some…earned. A tear-stained face, the battle cry and finally, maybe a victory dance? Whether or not she won is of little importance. She is beautiful not because of the win but because of the work.
My soul acknowledges the work and knows the deeper meaning of this word.
Beautiful is holy and dirty…beautiful is graceful and chaotic…beautiful is the tingly thrill of laughter and so – much – pain. Beautiful is unimagined strength. Beautiful is work.

Beautiful.

Don’t be fooled by the fluid lines of a dancer as she seamlessly flows from one movement to the next. Much of the work is done behind the scenes – the unseen labor of the in-between. You can’t explain how she transitioned from one position to the other. She arrives and you experience the beauty of NOW. That…is beautiful.

Beautiful.

Beautiful isn’t always easy. Beautiful is work. It is diligence. Beautiful is focus.The pursuit of a dream is beautiful…Shrouded in the veil of purpose, we are beautiful. Pushed to our self-imposed limits…the next step is beautiful. Because you took it when you thought you couldn’t……you, are beautiful.

Beautiful.

You are beautiful when you try.

No matter the outcome of your efforts.

It was never the win….it was the work.

Your work was beautiful.

I’d love to hear about something you lovingly labored over, poured sweat to carry out.  Tell me about your beautiful. 

It’s now the 5th of July and I got home in time to hang with Lisa Jo and the gang at Five Minute Friday. Visit www.lisajobaker.com for more info on joining this fun and creative bunch for a little play…. with words.

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