Wednesday, August 29, 2012

A Cry for Help

I don't know how to receive the love that my husband has to offer. This is something that is breaking my heart and I feel is ever so slowly choking our relationship. I feel trapped by his consistent acceptance of me. Does this all seem backwards? That's what I keep thinking. I have a wonderful, healthy marriage and yet somehow I feel "too loved". What?!
I have expressed how I feel that I have lost myself. In this feeling of being lost, my husband still comes home to find me beautiful, captivating and the love of his life. This makes me feel terrible. I do not feel worthy of this love. Especially when inside I feel like a horrible, boring, wretched woman. I have done nothing to deserve this kind of love. I have no way to repay him. Or even to make it seem worthwhile for him to invest all this time and effort into taking care of me and being my "knight in shining armor".
We had a discussion tonight. It came up that I felt like he was a knight and I was a prostitute. Him white and shining; me dirty and stuck in the mud. Through our discussion the question arose of how I have accepted Christ's love for me being an unworthy, sinful human. My answer brought me to tears. Christ knows me, inside and out. He knows I will mess up. But He knows my heart. He knows that even when I am a mess, I am trying. And He can see that I love Him, even when I don't know how to show it or I am not following His ways as much as I wish. He knows me. Besides that, it took me my whole life to accept His gift, to learn how to forgive myself. I had to be hit with harsh realities. It was only when I read that when we accept God's perfect forgiveness but fail to forgive ourselves that we are putting ourselves about God that I realized I didn't want to put myself as better than God. Above God. I didn't want to squander the gift He had given me. So I began to forgive, and let go of all those things that held me back from my relationship with Christ. It took me 2 years to grasp that concept from the day I read it until the day I was able to forgive myself and let go of all my pain. My husband asked if I could use some of those same principles when it came to how he loved me. I don't know how. Then there's the part that took me 25 years to get where I am today. God doesn't operate on a time scale. In 25 years, if that's how long it takes for me to accept my husband's love, will there even be any part of me left of the woman he loves?
To make matters worse, I have pet peeves, annoyances, and then genuine "problems" with my husband. Whenever we talk about these I ask him if he has any so called problems with me. If he does, he doesn't say so. He says no. It makes me feel like he thinks I am perfect. Which makes me feel horrible for ever thinking I'd like him to change a few things. Thus, we are stuck in a vicious cycle. Somehow, no matter how many times I get annoyed with him, his feelings aren't the ones hurt at the end of the night. Just me, because I feel so terrible to be accepted so unconditionally. To be looked at as though I have no dirt, no blemish, no scars.
Just as I look at my stretch marked, loose skinned, misshapen belly button, scared stomach and only see the damage of what used to be something beautiful, my husband sees his wife, who is still beautiful. I don't know how he does it. I don't know how he can still see something beautiful under all the scars. They aren't even faded yet. They are big and purple. Even old scars I thought that had faded now show up darker than before due to being stretched so thin.
I thought I had healed before I got married. I tried so hard. I worked everyday with my Maker, self assessing, healing, hoping, praying, opening up wounds to finally let out the infection within. And now, somehow, all those places I thought were healed, have begun to stretch thin and glow purple again.
If I can't find a way to see beauty when I look in the mirror, to see someone worth loving, to find the me I was proud to be, I will be the only one to blame for ruining the best thing that has ever happened to me.
I pour out my heart, because it is healing for me, and I share it with the world because God has given me the gift of being open with my life as a testimony for others. To help others. So friends, while it may be tempting to give me advice, to judge, or to try to convince me I am worthy, I just need prayer. Please pray. My husband deserves his wife. Please pray I find her soon.

Friday, July 13, 2012

A Place to Call My Own

This week I have been searching my soul hoping to restore the parts of me I miss the most. I have been struggling immensely with feelings of guilt. Guilt for not being the wife and the mother and I want to be or had hoped I "magically" would be. Guilt for wanting them to just go away for a minute so I can be by myself, alone with my own thoughts and feelings. Just alone for long enough to figure out what is making me so frustrated. And then it hit me...I am so frustrated because I don't get any time to myself. I haven't had any time to feed my soul or nurture my innermost being. I've read the Bible late at night when the circles around my eyes have almost reached black and my head is so swarmy I can't even comprehend a single thing I am reading. I have prayed. Desperate prayers mostly. In the middle of the night. Prayers that go something like: "Lord, please let him not be waking up. Lord, please let him stay asleep. Lord, please give me patience; I am SO tired. Lord, please help me fight the urge to push my snooring, mouth wide opened, soundly sleeping husband off the bed. Lord, please, please help me."
Mostly due to the moving, and all the changes, and the weird schedules, and then also to my lack of security in the beginning months with anyone having my son but me, I have worn myself thin. I could give you all the reasons I am worn so thin, and a good sob story, but that isn't the point. I don't need to convince anybody that I need the time or of all the reasons why it's been so hard to take it. Everybody has a list like that. I am no different. My reasons are no better in the long run. I am going to wear myself right out. So I am in search of a space to call my own. And a time slot. Just to be by myself. Alone with my thoughts, listening to my music, reading my Bible, talking to my God. Alone. Because at this rate my poor husband doesn't even feel wanted in his own home. Without intending to, I have been in such need of some space that it is seeping from every pore. If I don't figure this out soon, I am going to kill a perfectly wonderful marriage.
We had a good talk yesterday as I told him of this need. This is a deep rooted need, going back as far as I can remember. When I was 10 we lived in a 2 bedroom trailer with 7 people. I had my own room. Not because I had asked for it, but because my mother knew it was what I would need. I remember being hesitant to accept it because it didn't seem fair. Still doesn't. Everybody understood though. I just needed a place to be alone in order to be ok. I have been the one sleeping on the couch, or sharing a room, but I always found a place to call my own. A closet, a niche above the pantry, the rooftop of a camper.
When Josh and I got married, he went to work and I made the entire house my space. I had plenty of time to be alone. Since this became routine, I forgot it was a need. Then, Kaiden was born, and shortly after Josh lost his job, and we moved. Now his primary job is being on call at night and the other hours are spattered here and there during the day and Kaiden is testing the limits of nap time (currently about 30 minutes is all we get in unless I am holding him).
I am proud to be a wife and a mother, but before I was either, I was proud to be Rachel, a beloved child of God. If I don't take some time away I may lose her. And she's the only reason I ever make a very good wife or mother anyway. This week my goal is to find time and space. I am not sure yet whether I will make a space in my home, or outside, or in another house here on sight. The harder part I feel will be the time. Please pray for me friends, as I squash the guilt that has kept me thus far from taking the time. I thought I cast out the demon of guilt from my life long ago. Apparently, somewhere, I have allowed him to reenter. Oh that once we were pulled out of a pit, it wasn't so easy to fall into another, shaped oddly enough just like the first. Please pray that I am able to get enough time away with my Lord and Savior that He is able to make all things right again.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Peaches and Dreams

Over the 4th of July week my mother's best friend, my other one mommy, Laura, came to visit. I always look forward to seeing her; I love the woman dearly. However, despite the excitement, the week leading up to her arrival I was, well, a word that we don't say in our house. I was annoyed by every little thing, including my two favorite people on the planet: my husband andI my son. Feeling frustrated at my 3 month old brought a whole set of accompanying feelings along with it. I felt like a terrible mom, guilty for not wanting to hold my son or be around him 24/7. I felt GUILTY for needing a BREAK. I tried to pray, but even that frustrated me. I just couldn't seem to find that peace I was so desperately in need of.

When my sisters and I were little, my mother and Laura used to have what they call "Peaches and Dreams". We were NOT ALLOWED at these special gatherings. Often times they happened in one of their living rooms and my sisters and I would play in our room, wondering (and often sneaking out to try to get catch a glimpse of) what they were doing out there with the lights all off and candles lit all over the entire living room. However, despite our attempts to peak, we never really understood what it was all about. The mystery kept us each intrigued until our 18th year, when we each got our very own Peaches experience. I remember them telling me what Peaches was the night I was initiated in. But it wasn't until I became a Mommy that I really got it.

Peaches was started out of desperation. Desperation to just have a minute away. To remember your dreams. To be with another woman, your best friend, and remember what it was to thrive. To be much more than what the daily grind will often wear you down to. I may only be 3 months in, but now I know the desperation they felt.

We read a passage from Anne Leamont (spelling) about motherhood. People are all too quick to tell you how tired you will be, how hard parenting is. But nobody tells you about the guilt that comes along with the feelings of wishing just for a moment you had some peace. These are feelings that come no matter how badly you want to be a mommy, no matter how much you have dreamed of this very moment. I have wanted to be a mommy every since I can remember. I took care of my sisters. I baby sat. I LOVE children and we want to have a slew of them. But that does not make me the exception. It does not exempt me from that moment at 3 a.m., after you have spent all day moving (again), and you are staying in a place that is not your home, and your crap is everywhere, and you've been up since 6 unloading the Uhaul, and your body is still not quite the same after giving birth, and all you can think about it crawling into bed to go to sleep, but then your little one wakes up and you put him to bed 3 or 4 times and yet he is still waking up every 5 minutes and crying and finally you hit that moment of desperation when you sob like a baby and pray for your baby to please just go to sleep. I am sure there will be moments like that all throughout my son's growing up. And that's ok. Because I love him, and my God is bigger than those moments and He is with me always.

BUT...I still am going to need a break sometimes. AND...I have to take the time to thrive and remember what it is like to DREAM.

During this last Peaches, we each came up with a list of things we used to do before we became mothers. I went a little further and wrote out some of the things I used to do before I became a wife as well. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Other than a few random blogs, I have not written since Josh and I got engaged. Somehow in all the excitement, and newness, and moving, and pregnancy, and all the life changes that have happened, I lost a part of myself. A HUGE part of myself. I lost my coping mechanism. From there, it has spiraled. I have lost quite a bit more than the part of me who writes. I stopped dreaming. I stopped dancing. I stopped feeling good about myself.

I miss writing, and doing intense devotionals. I miss writing poems about my Maker. I miss being PASSIONATE. I miss feeling beautiful. I miss listening to music that soothed my soul and made me dance. I miss ME.

Which makes me wonder if my husband misses ME too. The woman he fell in love with has gone into hiding. And I've got to get her back. For my sake, for my husbands sake, and for my little boys sake. SO...now that I have been hit with a ton of bricks, I am not going to sit around waiting for another set to smack me in the face. I gotta get moving, healing, thriving. And so, I think I have found what I am going to write about for the foreseeable future. I can't make a promise to write every week or every day, but I invite you to come along with me on this journey, as I figure out how to balance being a passionate follower of Christ, a woman, a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a neighbor, a friend. First things first, as my mother would say: "It's Java Jesus time". (Decaf for me, you know, because of the whole breastfeeding thing, and the fact that it is 10:30 at night). See you soon.

Monday, January 2, 2012

In Sickness and In Health

Our first year of wedding bliss has been...well just that: Blissful. God has strengthened our relationship and shown us His love over and over this year. We have been incredibly blessed in our marriage. Josh and I have asked each other a few times since we got married if this first year has been as hard as people kept warning us it would be. Quite honestly, it really hasn't. I think that most of that is attributed to the fact that Josh and I were such good friends for 4 years before we got married. There was not a lot of the "getting to know" each other phase, and we also didn't have any of those glass shattering moments when a couple realizes "That person was putting their best foot forward while we were dating and I got dooped into believing they were something much different that what they are". We had a pretty accurate account going into marriage of who the other person really was.
We have had a few "YOU LIKE WHAT?!" moments, like when I found out that Joshua likes Classical music which works out really nicely now that my initial "he can do no wrong" cloud has vanished and I have once again become aware of the fact that he makes noise like every other living creature when he eats. We will be investing in some classical or peaceful instrumental music to play while we eat dinner together now that we are having a little boy and will be eating at the dinner table instead of watching Friends during dinner. (This was the solution we had come up with so I didn't cry every time we sat down to dinner listening to the sound of his saliva swishing around in his mouth. P.S. My husband is not a rude chewer, nor is he an obnoxious one. Just the longer I live with him, the more attuned to all of him I become and that includes the noises he makes while eating.
We have also had a few moments where we have realized that a hobby or a habit, was really an obsession. Like Josh's love for sports, and Star Wars. I still cannot believe how much of a nerd I married, and how well he hid it for so long.
Josh has had a few moments as well, like the discovery that somehow I can still have a full head of hair even though it keeps falling out and is all over the floor, and clogs the drains, and gets woven into his clothes in the laundry. Through his kindness of putting away our laundry he has learned that there are shirts that get hung up, shirts that go with pajamas/lounge clothes that get folded, tank tops that get put into a drawer, tanks that are for sleeping in, dresses get hung up, skirts get rolled up, shorts get folded, jeans get hung up...and so on. Learning to live with someone of the opposite sex is quite different and has been very interesting at times. However, nothing has surprised me more than the discovery I came crashing into last week. Sick boys act a lot different that sick girls.
Now, I would like to think that under different circumstances this would not have been quite as hard of a discovery to live with. When Josh and I took our vows we promised to love each other in sickness and in health. Josh has had a few days where he didn't feel good and I took care of him and loved on him and it was no big deal. But this last week it was a huge deal when Josh got the flu. It was the worst timing ever. Here it is the week between Christmas and New Years, which was already stressful with holiday traveling and chaos, but we were also smack dab in the middle of moving out of our apartment, and I am 7 months pregnant. It's hard enough to be patient and kind when I am hungry or tired these days, let alone exhausted, stressed out, trying to pack, working extra hours to make up for the time I missed last week because I was sick, getting over being sick myself, sleeping on a futon mattress on the floor and having to crawl out of bed to pee 3 times every night while I am as big as a balloon. I had the hardest time packing because there were cabinets I couldn't reach, boxes I couldn't lift and all the bending over and squatting and kneeling to pack was very hard after working all day. Poor Josh couldn't even move out of bed because he was so sick. On top of it all I was extremely worried about my husband who spiked a 103 temperature and was in the bathroom every hour. It did not make for a very stable pregnant woman.
I fought with myself every day because I wanted so badly to stay at home and be by his side to make sure he was not dying and yet I didn't want to come home because I was afraid I would get sick again and that the baby would be in danger if I spiked a fever that high, and I also didn't want to take out any of my emotions out on my husband. It wasn't his fault he was sick, but I struggled so hard to be patient and kind to him during that week. The last 2 days of it were the worst. Josh got really dehydrated to the point his hands were tingling and he was becoming disoriented. We went to Urgent Care and the doctor told Josh that if he could not get some fluids down that we would end up in the E.R. This was a double whammy because Josh's insurance wouldn't kick in until January 1st. (Of course). It was now my job to get him to drink as much water as I could. It was the most awful 24 hours. I jumped between praying that God would heal him and that everything would be ok, to praying that God would give me patience and strength so that I didn't kill him. I could not get him to drink. He was so tired, and felt so sick that he just kept saying "I'm trying", and all I really wanted to say was, "Quit trying and just do it already. You are going to end up in the E.R. DRINK YOUR WATER!!!!"
Alas, he was able to get some fluids down, I did not yell at him and we did not have to go to the E.R. He is doing much better now and I am very, very glad to have my husband back.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Blessings Galour

1.  Josh and I were having a hard time coming up with ways to improve our small group dynamics and our leadership. We love the people in our group and really wanted to maximize its potential but by the time 7:00 Wednesday rolls around we are beat. It’s only an hour til our bedtime (ish) and it’s mid week and we are drained. We didn’t know what direction to take because we felt too crunched for time to get both a lesson/discussion in about the Bible and to also get relationship building time. We were really struggling. So last Wed we had a “family” meeting and talked about what we could change and how we could improve. Our whole group was really interactive and came up with some super ideas. We are stoked for the future of our small group and the direction it is taking. Last night went really well and we are glad to have such an amazing group of people we get to meet with and share life with. YAY God for answering a huge prayer and lifting up our heavy hearts! He’s cool!
2. Josh & I were both promoted this week. Joshua is now the site supervisor and I am the new manager of Ground Control in Verrado. It’s been really cool for us to each have the confirmation of a job well done and to have the added income so we can pay off debt, save for a house, and do more with the ministries we are involved in. It also gives us almost the same schedule. Josh works Mon thru Fri 6-2 and I work Tues thru Sat 6-2. And now we have Fri and Sat nights free to hang out with other people whereas before I was always serving on those nights and hardly ever got to go out with people. We are very excited and feel incredibly blessed.

3. We got a couch. Futon now gets to go in the man room where it belongs. Lol

4. I am starting to sell Arbonne so get ready for some parties ladies.

5. We figured out that Josh’s cough of 4 months is due to allergies so with the help of some allergy meds we
are both sleeping again. Praise the Lord!

6. This is Josh’s favorite number so I feel like I can’t stop yet. I love my husband.

7. This is my favorite number so I guess I’ll end on that positive note. Peace out homeskillets.

My Birthday


Aww man. I started blogging and then had a bunch of really great things happen that I wanted to write about and now too much time has passed and 50 pages worth of material has come and gone. Such is life. I guess that’s why good intentions don’t get us very far.
Anyways…

My birthday was AMAAZZAAZZING! We celebrated for 4 days. Yes. FOUR. It included some awesome gifts from my husband: a box of new Crayola crayons (I LOVE NEW CRAYONS and I don’t use crayons after the tip wears down cuz then they just aren’t the same, even if you sharpen them.) I haven’t gotten a new box of crayons in probably 2 or 3 years. This was very exciting to me! He also got me a movie and some Circus cookies and my first ever “For my Wife” card! And best of all we colored a picture together and he intentionally picked a picture that only required the color brown since I don’t really care for that color and therefore would not be upset if the tip wasn’t sharp anymore. He’s great!

Saturday morning we went to family breakfast, and a Giants spring training game later that evening. Then Sunday, Caleb and Miriam (Josh’s brother and his wife) took us to a movie. It was great to spend time with them. However I will briefly say that Sucker Punch was an absolutely horrible movie and I don’t recommend anybody watch it ever! Awful! Awful! Then Sunday night Aaron & Christen (my besties) took us out to The Melting Pot. Oh my goodness….best restaurant ever. Highly recommended. I loved everything about it and can’t wait until my husband and I can afford to take a special trip back. It is definitely an indulgence place but if you get the opportunity to go at some point in your life it is well worth it! Amazing food, amazing place. And as to some people’s hesitation about having to “cook your own food”, it’s not really like that at all. There is a burner in the middle of your table. The server prepares all the sauces and brings you everything you need. The only part that involves participation is sticking the food on the tong and letting it sit in the pot for 2 minutes or dipping it into the sauce. It gives you an opportunity to enjoy every bite and to talk with the people at your table. I really like it and didn’t think it was a bother or any more effort than cutting my food up and sticking it my mouth at any other restaurant. This just happened to give you timed intervals when nobody had food in their mouth to enjoy each other’s company and then everybody takes a bite at the same time and then goes back to talking. Way cool if you ask me.

Then on Monday Christen and I went to IKEA which is now my newest favorite store in the whole world. It has EVERYTHING and at super great prices. I will be going back.  I could spend hours there. Which is why I am glad I have Christen because she doesn’t rush me and we can enjoy ourselves without worrying that the other of us is getting bored or wants to leave. Best friends are awesome.
This is the first birthday I have had where I went all out on the celebrating front since I was 10 and got carbon monoxide. If it weren’t for some of my friends and family in the past couple years I probably wouldn’t have celebrated at all. I am very blessed to have so many people around me who love me. Thanks to everyone who helped to make my birthday amazing and to show their love for me. I feel very loved!!!

P.S. I can’t wait to go see Les Mis in June. That is Mom & Dad Lewis’ present to all of us for our birthdays this year and I am so stoked! YAY

Stop Warning Me Please!


Ok, so what’s up with the negative Mother In Law crap?! Who started that anyway? And is there the same stigma in other countries?  The comments people make about their MIL’s are awful! And what’s even worse is the preparation they feel they need to give me on what I should expect and how to “deal”. These are just as bad as everybody telling me to wait until the honeymoon phase is over. Why does everything have to be so negative? Can’t I just truly be happy and have nothing lurking over my head about how dark and dreary my future looks? Come on people, have a little optimism please.

For the record, I just want to say that I have an amazing mother in law. She is kind, sweet, and caring. She doesn’t nag about when we are going to have a baby, make comments about my weight or house cleaning abilities, say anything negative about my ability to cook, or pester us everyday wanting to check up on her son. I know she cares about him very much and the transition of having your sons grow up and move out is hard I am sure. But she has handled it with grace, dignity, and been very, very helpful to me. She was super wonderful through all of the wedding prep . She’s offered to help me learn to cook a few things, is always genuine in her interaction with me and is willing to lend a hand or advice whenever we ask for it but doesn’t barge in or act overbearingly. We get along great.

That being said…even if we didn’t get along great I think it’s important to protect your family as well as your spouse.  I believe you get what you settle for and if all you are expecting from your in laws is that they are going to be horrible, overbearing, nagging people who are always telling you to do things the “right” way, than that is all you are going to see. I am not saying people don’t have issues getting used to a new family. It can be hard at times. I am sure there are some MILs that make it very difficult on their DILs. I know that people in general can be annoying, hurt our feelings, or butt in where they don’t belong. That’s not just a MIL thing though. That’s a human thing. The important thing to remember is complaining about it all the time and trash talking about your new family isn’t going to help. And I’m sure your spouse doesn’t appreciate hearing all those negative things about their loved ones.

Even if your mother in law is horrible and your personalities clash you don’t  need to spread it around the whole community or share it with all your other friends whose MIL stink. That’s just creates fuel for the fire. AND certainly people don’t need tell every prospective bride to look out for her MIL because she’s going to be a monster. Gee, thanks for the encouragement. That’s like saying I had a job with a boss once that was totally awful so since you are old enough to get a job now let me just tell you how much your boss is going to hate you and put a ton of pressure and deadlines on you and breathe down your neck every five seconds.  It doesn’t make for a very positive outlook to start with.

I look at the story of Ruth in the Bible and wonder what problems she might have had with her mother in law. It says Naomi changed her name (which meant pleasant) to Mara (meaning bitter). Obviously she didn’t want to be associated with joy anymore or being pleasant. She plainly states that she is bitter. She says the Lord sent her away full but now she is coming back empty. Talk about a depressed person. Then she even takes it a step further and tells her DILs to go back to where they came from because she has nothing left to offer. Yet Ruth, knowing she has found the One, True God, will not leave her MIL’s side. She trusts that GOD will work out everything that needs to be worked out. And then she accompanies this bitter, old, depressed woman to an unfamiliar land and goes to work trying to provide a life for them. She remains respectful to Naomi, she seeks her counsel, and BECAUSE of her reputation that precedes her in how she dealt with her mother in law, Ruth is looked favorably upon by Boaz who marries her. 

Ladies, our character can take us a long way. What does our character say if we are belittling and smack talking the people in our family? How can we be more like Ruth? Maybe this week instead of dreading that visit from the MIL, pray for God to show you what He sees in her. Pray for patience and for an open mind. And make a commitment to stop cutting her down with your words. The foothold that trash talking another person gives Satan is huge. It causes us to miss out on a lot of great things. And please don’t feel like I am targeting you or like your situation isn’t possibly very difficult. I have difficult people all around me. I know what it is like. But maybe we just need to have a little faith in people. And a lot of faith that God can do anything and work through everything.