Have you ever stared at something so long it becomes difficult to see it clearly?
That's happened to me, and today I feel like things have come into focus today for the first time in a long time.
First, I'm going to let you into the underside of a writer's life. Beyond writing what we love, writers these days have to worry about building a platform. It's their online persona, their message, the way they connect with their readers. Most of us writers don't love this part. We love our readers, for sure! But most writers don't like draw attention to themselves in the form of blog and Facebook posts, tweets, instagram, etc. Long gone are the days when a writer could be successful simply on the merits of their writing. These days, sad to say, traditional publishers look at our platforms with as much weight as our prose. They want writers to bring their readers with them.
It is even more so in my world, the world of inspirational nonfiction writing.
Two cases in point:
1. Last year I was asked by a publisher to write a book about Jesus and motherhood. I created an outline per their request and, after receiving the green light by the committee, I wrote the book. It was turned in a week before the deadline. However, as the book came before the committee--the same committee that gave me the go-ahead to write it--it was rejected without a single member reading it. The reason: my platform wasn't big enough.
2. I submitted this same book to a New York Christian literary agent last week.I received a lovely email yesterday with compliments like, "the writing is great," and "there is a place for this in the market." But, they couldn't represent it at this time because, you guessed it, my platform wasn't big enough.
It gave me reason to reflect yesterday on my platform and why I have such a hard time feeling comfortable with it. Perhaps it was my content. I talk and write about God, and it seemed strange to say, "Hey, I wrote this thing about God. You should buy it," almost as though I was selling Him.
And then there was this thing I have with being in the spotlight. I don't mind it, but I don't crave it. I don't plan for it. I don't love saying, "Look at me. Look what I did." I simply struggled with the notion of building "my" platform when all that I wrote and did was to glorify God, not me.
Then yesterday, in a conversation with some wonderful women trying to figure out the source of my platform issues, I had two realizations:
1. Hurtful words can stick.
A week before I was to go on a publicity tour for my first book three years ago, I received a surprising call from an old friend. She shot painful words through the phone. How could I, such a terrible person, write things about God? I was a mentally troubled woman whose words meant nothing to her. I needed therapy because I was "messed up," and more. It was devastating. The pain of her words brought me to tears. They also ignited fear and doubt deep inside. What if she was right? What if I really was a horrible person? It took some time to let the grace of God heal the wounds caused by her sharp words, and for me to choose not to believe them.
Then, a year ago someone very close to me shared his feelings with me about my writing and speaking endeavors. He said he didn't understand why I wrote what I did and didn't think any good came from it. And he said he wasn't the only one who thought so. I was told I have no original ideas in my writing. And, that when I was young he saw a girl who would do anything for attention, and all he could see now was that same girl desperately seeking to be seen.
These words hurt even more. They were personal. They were venomous. And they were false.
But, as hurtful words tend to do, they stuck. Even if they aren't true.
I've tried hard to forgive him, to harbor no ill-feelings towards him for the things he had said. And I believe I have done so. I assumed that with that forgiveness all hurt would be gone, too. But I was wrong.
I realized yesterday that, though I have forgiven him and my old friend of their deeds, the seeds of the deeds remained. The hurt hasn't yet completely healed. The words have stuck, like barnacles on the bottom of boat, unseen until I turned it over for a better look.
Yesterday as I pondered why I have been so hesitant about this platform thing, I realized his words, their words, were still planted deep inside, silently festering, covertly steering in part my perspective and my feelings on certain things. Which leads me to epiphany number 2:
2. Hurtful words can change our perspective, and even ourselves. My ah-hah moment came yesterday when I was discussing my hesitancy to put myself out there more, platform-wise. I said,
"I focus everything that's good on Him. That's never been a problem. But I'm realizing what I've done is let other people's negative comments allow me to focus negativity on myself. And, in that respect, it wasn't 100% about Him then. I let fear and doubt sneak it, and I didn't recognize what they were."
In that moment, the light came on, things came into focus, and I could see clearly for the first time in a while. Yes, my writing and speaking have always been about God. But, when these hurtful words were thrown at me, they stuck. And when they stuck, I gave them the ability to fuel fear and doubt. Instead of freely and boldly reaching out to as many as would listen about God, I pulled back, not wanting to look as though I was drawing attention to myself. I didn't want what they said to be true, so I held back.
I let hurtful words change my perspective and myself.
I let fear and doubt make reaching out not about Him, but about me.
But, here is the good news, because with God there is always good news: I can see now.
I have no fear in building a platform, not my platform, but His, because like Paul, I want to "boldly say, The Lord is my helper, and I will not fear what man shall to do me" (Hebrews 13:5). Or say to me. Or think of me.
I will happily and bold blog, post, write, teach, twitter, and whatever else I can do because it isn't about me being seen. It's about God being seen. And if He can use me, despite my sins and weaknesses, to draw others to Him, to find deeper joy in their lives, to see themselves and Him more clearly, then I will gladly shed the barnacles of hurtful--and false--words to do so.
Because it's not about me at all. It's about Him. It's always about Him.
See this machine. It's a chin pull-up assist machine.
I just discovered it this morning. It's looks wicked, right?
But it is the total opposite.
Let me slide a little backstory in here.
We have a pull-up bar in our walk-in closet. For years I've seen my husband do chin pull-ups with ease. I've tried it before, but my bingo arms have never had the strength to hoist up my girth. So, I gave up trying long ago.
But then, today at the gym, I noticed this machine. At first I was intimidated. It looked strange and hard.
But I kinda wanted to try it.
But then, I worried I would look stupid in front of the more experienced gym rats.
But I still kinda wanted to try it.
So, I awkwardly climbed on board and tried it. And I did twelve pull-ups. Assisted, yes, but, I did them!
I became excited at the idea that with help I could do what I didn't have strength to do on my own. (Can you see where I'm going with this here?)
After I climbed off the machine I stood back and had to take a picture of it, of this thing that helped me do something really hard. And, my mind turned to the spiritual.
It turned to my Savior.
You see, I'm pretty independent. I feel like I have a lot of capabilities, and I know I have a lot of weaknesses. And I have this stubborn drive to do things on my own. (Maybe there is some pride mixed in there too. . . )
When I do things on my own, I often come across things that are too hard for me, things that are intimidating, maybe even things I shy away from because I don't want to look stupid if I fail (or maybe even succeed.)
So, sometimes I give up on certain things. I stop trying. I feel guilt, regret, shame, insecurity. I feel like I'm weak--not enough. All because there are things that are too heavy for me to lift or do on my own, things I think I should be be able to.
But, we aren't supposed to be able to do all things, lift all things, handle all things on our own. Life is about improving. If there aren't opportunities to improve, grow, and strengthen, then why are we here?
Luckily, we have help in the form of our Savior. As we push and pull ourselves through the joys and sorrows of life, He can be there, lifting us higher, lending us His arm and breath, if we let Him.
He can make our burdens lighter. He can ease our pain. He can lesson our sorrows.
He can also magnify the joy. He can sharpen our vision. He can lead us along the way He knows will make us happy.
He can help us do those good things we want to do but aren't able to on our own. But, we need set our doubts aside and get on board. We need to want it more than we don't want to look stupid to others.
We need to do our part. This machine can't help lift me if I don't pull myself up. It's the same with the Savior. As we pull ourselves up, then His power-the enabling power of grace- can work in our lives. And together, we can do really hard and wonderful things. Things that will make us stronger, happier, and better.
I need to do that more in my life- get on board. I spend too much time worrying and not enough time joyfully pushing and pulling.
So, I leave the gym today with two lessons learned and one large smile on my face, excited for the possibilities, physically and spiritually, that lie ahead, with the right help.
I've made the joke before that I've got spiritual ADD. I find myself so often jumping from one topic to another, one scripture to another, one lesson to another, that I often feel more like a stone skipping across the surface of the water than a deep-sea diver.
Sometimes I don't even skim. I sit at my desk with my scriptures in front of me and I seem unable to choose from all the options before me. I could read my scriptures chronologically, or by topic; I could study the principles Jesus taught, or focus on His stories; I could look for lessons learned, or blessings promised; I could research prophecies and their fulfillment.
You see the problem here? I want to know it all. I want to read it all. How can I choose? So, sometimes, I don't.
It's a tragedy, really. Too much bounty equals starving me.
This is why I love to write. It focuses my study. It gives me purpose and direction. I need that. Without a purpose, direction, a tangible end in mind, I have the natural tendency to spin my wheels and get no where. I feast, not pick. I dive, not skim. I think of 1 Corinthians 2:10:" . . . for the Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the deep things of God."
I want to dive deep and find those things.
I believe that we can find God in every aspect of life. Just take a walk outside or look into the starts at night and you can see Him. But, there is more to God than the beauties of the earth; there is more to know that the things we can see with our eyes. But how can we find them? I mean, do you ever feel like a skipping stone, bouncing on the surface, never stopping long enough to get too deep?
Maybe you're mind is whirling with family, work, or community responsibilities. Heaven knows (literally) that every day we are pulled in a million different directions. How do we find time to dive deep?
The answer is the same for all of us . . . and different for each one of us.
The answer that applies to all of us is this: we choose to. We decide we want to get more than our feet wet.
When we do this, we take responsibility for the things we learn and feel. We don't wait for the ocean to engulf us; we jump into the ocean.
Then comes the answer that is different for each of us--the answer to how we will dive. As I mentioned above, the how that works for me is having some sort of direction or purpose.
For example, my latest Work in Progress is about how mother's can lean on Jesus for support and strength. I spent months studying about Jesus and His relationship to women and mothers, and evaluating His influence in my mothering. I dove deep.
When my son left to serve a two-year mission for my church, I wanted him take my testimony with him. So, I bought a set of brand new scriptures, and I spent a few months marking them for him. I underlined passages with meaning to me, highlighted passages and added to them messages for him. I read and marked scriptures in a way I never had before; every word I read, I read for him. I dove deep, and I grew to love the power of the scriptures, and my son, more. (More than two years later, my son has returned home and is away at college. He texted me the other morning out of the blue just to tell me he read from my scriptures that morning, and that he loves them. Meant the world to me.)
When I am asked to speak to a group of women, I never give the same exact presentation twice. I can't. The women in each group are different, and I want to give them a message for them, not just one I've memorized. When I prepare for speaking engagements, I dive deep.
This doesn't mean that I spend an hour every day in thorough study. But, it does mean that I adjust my schedule to allow more that a passing minute to read a verse. I'll admit, some days get away from my, and I find that skipping a stone is better than nothing at all. But, on the whole, when I am diving deep on a regular basis, I feel fully submerged in His word. I feel different--I am different.
Ask yourself: Am I skipping stones? Or am I diving deep?
If you find that you're skipping stones, then remember the first step: choose to dive. Want to dive. I know you're busy with a thousand things you need to do every day, but doing a good thing isn't always a good thing when it keeps you from what's best.
That will bring you to step 2: Find a way that works for you. Most of you won't sit and write a book (although I highly recommend it!). Pick a topic, a person, a book to study, and then dive! Write a talk or short essay on something, just for the sake of study and learning. Study a parable or story as if you were going to teach it to someone else. Buy an inexpensive set of scriptures and mark all the verses pertaining to faith, or charity, hope.
There are so many ways you can dive deep into the things of God.
Ask God for direction. He's completely invested in you and your spiritual growth. He knows exactly what you can study to help you reach those deep things of God.
Peter was a fisherman when he met Jesus. After a long night of working and fishing, Peter had caught none, and was out washing his fishing net. Jesus asked him if he could use his boat as a floating classroom, if you will. They launched out into the lake and Jesus taught the people for a while. When He was finished, he turned His attention back to Simon (Peter) and said, "Launch out into the deep, and let down your nets for a draught (or catch)" (Luke 5:4). Peter doubted, telling Jesus that he just had a nonprofitable night of fishing. But here's what made Peter great. He then said, " . . . nevertheless, at they word I will let down the net" (Luke 5:5). And he did. And he caught do many fish that his net broke, as he fished in the deep.
Don't skip stones. Cast your net out and try different things. Include Him in your study. Launch out into the deep. Then be prepared to receive inspiration, answers, knowledge, and blessing so great that they just might break your proverbial net.
Happy Monday everyone! I hope you had a great weekend. I had a blast at my writers retreat, but there's nothing much better than coming home.
I taught a lesson in church a few weeks ago about our commitment to God. We shared ideas on how to come closer to Him. I offered a little trick I used a few years ago that worked remarkably well.
One day I put a penny in my shoe. Every time I felt the penny, I said a prayer to God. I prayed at a stoplight, in my house, at the store, at my kids' school. I was aprayin' all day!
That night when I knelt down to say my evening prayers, in which I normally talk to God about my day, I started to tell Him all that had happened, but found myself stopping each time and saying, "Oh, you know that. You were there."
God is always with us, I believe that. But, when I purposefully turned my attention to Him throughout the day, I never felt alone.
And, in the end, I felt closer to Him.
Try it today! Put a penny in your shoe, then spend the day with God. And if you'd like, come back and share with us here how it was for you!
Have a great day in (and with) Him, my friends!
Have you ever stood before something that seemed so large, so massive, that you were sure you'd never succeed? Maybe it was the trial of a sick child, or a lost job. Maybe your marriage is struggling, or your own health is compromised. Maybe there are problems in your extended family that yo simply don't know how to resolve. Maybe you stand and look at parts of the world we live and and feel like it's heading towards the crapper.
Times like these we may feel overwhelmed, filled with doubt, riddled by fear.
I image that's how Joshua was feeling when he was given charge of the thousands of Israelite nomads. There he was, left with a ginormous group who'd traveled in circles in the wilderness for 40 years, waiting for the time they could claim their promised land. Their beloved leader, Moses, had just died. And now . . .NOW was the time the Lord chose to have Israel take Canaan.
He's a better person than me, becasue I would have probably looked at the Lord and said something like, "Really?" You've had four decades with Moses in the lead. Four. And now, he's gone. And you want to me to lead these people whose diet has been manna foreverrrrrrrr and take over Canaan? Maaaaybe not the best idea."
I'm assuming the Lord knew that Joshua would be a little hesitant or afraid, for before Joshua could even begin to protest, the Lord encourages him three times to be strong and courageous (Joshua 1:6,7,9), He knew that what He was asking Joshua to do was big and scary--daunting even. And yet, it had to be done. Sometimes the promises of the Lord are handed to us, and other times, as this, it requires our reaching. And boy was He asking Joshua and his people to reach.
But, here are two really beautiful promise the Lord gave Joshua:
"As I was with Moses, so I will be with thee; I will not fail thee, nor forsake thee" (vs 5)
and this one:
"The Lord thy God is with thee withersoever thou goest" (vs 9).
Oh how I love those promises!! Joshua must have as well, becasue after the Lord asked him to do perhaps the most difficult thing he'd done in his life, there was no argument, no rebuttal, no bartering. He simply went and did it, trusting that God would keep His promises.
And He did.
It's the same with us.
Sometimes He asks us to reach for blessings; and sometimes we have to reach through some really dark or scary things to get them. But, we can find strength and courage knowing that our Lord is with us; He will not fail us or forsake us. Wherever we go, He will be there too.
I don't see it as Him standing beside us and, pointing to a mountain spewing volcanic lava, saying, "Go over there. I've got something for you. I promise, it'll be worth it."
No, I see Him standing beside us, pointing to wherever we need to go, and saying, "Come. Let's go together. I have something wonderful for you."
Sisters, the Lord is with us. He won't forsake us. We need not fear if we look to Him.
Let us be strong! Let us have good courage. Let us go and conquer the cities set before us. Let us claim the promises He has for us.
Let us believe our Lord when He says, "Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid: neither be though dismayed; for the Lord thy God is with thee withersoever thou goest."
And then let's go.
I've thought and studied on fear for a few years now. I've pondered whether it's good or bad, the physiological aspects of fear, and even if it's real. But I'm not going to get into any of that today.
Today I just want to share a thought and a question:
Thought: God does not give the spirit of fear, but He does ask us to do hard things, things out of our comfort zones. That's the only place we grow, the place where we experience resistance to our naturally desired state of complacency and ease and safety.
That's where the the power comes from-His power. When we turn our hearts and will to Him, we get in return power to do those things He has for us.
Some of the things that have frightened me the most have turned out to be the best things for me. And I would have never found them or experienced them if I had let fear decide for me. But when I trade fear for trust in Him, and move forward, I can have a sound mind knowing that His power will carry me through.
He has faith in us. He has faith in you. If your are facing something that is causing you fear this day, ask God if it's something He wants or needs to you do or experience. If the answer is yes, then breathe deep, and go for it.
Now here's my question: How do you do that? When you feel fear in the face of His will, how do you push through that fear, overcome that fear, to walk in His power with a sound mind as you strive to love His will?
I hope you love Paul as much as I do, since there's gonna be a lot of him on the Salty Blog. Why? Because 1- he was awesome. 2- he's my Bible boyfriend (and before anyone gets mad about that, my husband knows and is totally cool with it.) and 3-he was awesome.
Pictured is one of my heart verses. These are verses in my scriptures that I just love, that touch my heart and change me for the better. It's Acts 27:25 " Wherefore sirs (and ladies), be of good cheer: for I believe God, that it shall be even as it was told me."
Adding context: Paul had been tossed around on a ship for days in a dangerous storm so thick it blocked out the sun and stars. It was literally a dark time for them. Now, I get carsick on a windy road. I can't imagine how cold and sick and tired these people must have been. But we do know in verse 20 that they had lost all hope.
You can take away my chocolate and it would
be a challenge, but You take away my hope and I'm finished.
Seeing their hopelessness, Paul stands in the midst of them to give them an awesome pep talk. He was inspiring as shared a visit from an angel promising their safe arrival.
Then comes verse 25. Paul is on the swaying ship in the middle of a storm, with fear-filled eyes on him, and said, ". . . Be of good cheer: for I believe God, that it shall be even as it was told me."
To stand up for the same God that is causing the storm.
That. Is. Faith.
To tell his shipmates to be of good cheer when the storm that's raging.
That. Is. Faith.
Paul received an answer. He trusted that it would come to pass. That. Is. Faith.
If you're going through a stormy season of life right, listen to God. Listen and believe. Be of good cheer!
God has promised He will watch over us. As we steer our ships to the best of our abilities, let us be of good cheer!
Trust that He has a plan for a you. He has a purpose for you. And if you continue to exercise your faith in Him, other blessings will flow. The storm will calm eventually. The clouds will part and the sun will return.
So, have faith in Him today- right now. Because He has faith in you. And most of all, be of good cheer!
Have a great day in Him, my friends!
Days before Jesus's crucifixion, He made a triumphant entry into Jerusalem, a sign to all who would believe that He is the Savior of His people and the world. As significant as this event was, I'd like to focus on the preceding verses, found in Mark 11:1-6.
Jesus needed a donkey for his grand entry:
1. And when they came nigh to Jerusalem, unto Bethphage and Bethany, at the mount of Olives, he sendeth forth two of his disciples,
2 And saith unto them, Go your way into the village over against you: and as soon as ye be entered into it, ye shall find a colt tied, whereon never man sat; loose him, and bring him.
One thing I love about this is that we don't know the names of these disciples. It doesn't say He asked Peter or James or John- His right-hand men- to do such a vital task. Nope, seems to be just to regular disciples. This tells me that Jesus counts on people like us- just regular women with faults and weaknesses but flowing faith- to help in in His work.
Reading on . . .
3 And if any man say unto you, Why do ye this? say ye that the Lord hath need of him; and straightway he will send him hither.
4 And they went their way, and found the colt tied by the door without in a place where two ways met; and they loose him.
5 And certain of them that stood there said unto them, What do ye, loosing the colt?
6 And they said unto them even as Jesus had commanded: and they let them go
Sometimes the Lord asks us to do things that don't always make sense. It might be tempting to doubt or falter. We wonder if we heard Him right, or if we can what He has asked us to do.
But here's the powerful lesson tucked into these verses: Jesus has things He wants us to do, and if we do our best to obey, He will provide a way.
Today, let's not doubt His purpose for us. We are regular people with glorious purposes. And that's awesome.
So, let's go boldly and do what He asks us to do- even if it might not make sense. Let's trust Him. Let's let Him work through us and see miracles happen before our eyes.
Have an amazing day in Him, my friends!
We have two horses. It's my daughter's fault. And my husband's. They love them. I like them, but they don't "fill" me like sitting by the ocean does.
But it fills them. So we have two.
Prior to owning horses I'd ridden a horse three times in my life.
Once in seventh grade. I had a friend named Cassie who had horses and talked me into going for a nice ride by the river in Sacramento. It was all well and good until the horse I was on spooked. He broke into a full-speed run. We weaved through trees with low branches. I ducked, but still received a nasty scratch on my head. Suddenly, the saddle started sliding. The horse kept running as I held on for life on its back, bumping around like a drunk rodeo star. From behind me Cassie screams over and over, "Jump off the horse or you're going to die!" Or something to that horrific effect. I looked ahead and saw more trees and sure death, so, Then she yells, "Oh, and don't jump backwards becasue you could get kicked in the head and die!"
She really wasn't helping.
But, I decided to choose life. So I jumped off the left side of the horse. I slid about ten feet in the dirt and grass until I slammed into a concrete parking curb. A ripped deltoid is a painful thing.
She made me get back on and ride the horse home because that's what cowgirls do.
But I'm not a cowgirl.
The second time was on my fortieth birthday. I have a sweet friend named Amy who decided it was time to help me get over my aversion to riding horses. She hopped on her horse and I hesitantly mounted the other horse- a giant draft horse. My legs were spread so wide I was wishing I'd stuck with gymnastics with I was younger. I'm just not that flexible. But, becasue I'm into facing fears and all that crap I persevered.
We rode down the street towards a forested area (which are everywhere in the Northwest. It's true.) Suddenly, Amy's dog appeared. She told me to wait there, on the side of the rode on my ginormous hours and stretched-out legs while she put the dog back. Reasonable request, I thought, until she took off running on her horse after the dog. My mammoth decides that running looks fun and tries to follow. I scream, because I'm solid under pressure, and yank bank the reigns yelling very cowgirly things like, "No horsey, please stop. I don't want to die!" (I have realized, in hindsight, that a simple Whoa would have been far more effective.)
I distracted Goliath with the neighbor's lawn, which seemed to calm her down. It gave me enough time to get right with God in case I was to meet Him soon, and make sure I didn't have an accident on the saddle.
Amy came back and we ventured across the street into said forested area. The ride was lovely, for three minutes exactly. Then we came to a clearing with a twenty-foot dirt path leading to a pasture area below. Amy rode down the hill like she was riding clouds. I was smarter than that though. That hill was steep and I wasn't going down it. My horse was smarter, too, because she wanted nothing to do with it.
But Amy insisted. "You'll love it," she said. Lies. All lies.
I asked the horse to go down the hill. I was kind and used manners, but she refused. So, we turned around to go home. For once we agreed. But, apparently in horse-speak, if I tell gargantuan to do something, I have to make her do it. Something about showing them who's boss. So, ten times I led her to the top of that blasted trail and ten times she refused to go down it. Finally, on the eleventh time, I gave her sides a good kick and she went for it.
Now, it wasn't a lovely stroll, walk or even gallop. No, my Titanic of a horse decides to run down the steep hill. Sheer terror spread across my face while the music from The Man from Snowy River played in my mind. I was sure they'd play it at my funeral, as this was how I was going to die.
I am not the Man OR Woman from Snowy River.
Don't worry. I lived. Barely.
Thirty minutes later I slid off the horse at Amy's barn and waddled to my car, vowing never to ride again.
Fast forward two years and I'm in Hawaii. My daughter, the one with horseblood in her veins, wants to ride horses on the beach. Really? How can I say not to riding a horse on a tropical shore?
Of course, I get the jittery horse that had over-dosed on caffeine that morning. And they stuck me in the back of the line of fifteen horses that walk nose to rear along a trail. Every stick a horse stepped on caused my horse to flinch. Every. Stick. He jumped and I jumped. We weren't good for each other. Really. By the end of the ride we were both so wound up and emotionally scarred that we were ok never seeing each other again.
Fast forward three years, and we own two horses. I have to say, I love them both. But, still, riding them has not been a priority, or even an option.
But, then I got to thinking. . . which normally gets me in trouble. And I realized that I don't want to be limited by my fears. I watch my daughter ride and she comes alive. Perhaps, if I gave it a shot, I just might enjoy it too.
So, I tried. I rode for a little bit. And I didn't die. Then a few months later I rode for a little bit. And I didn't die.
Then, the other day, something changed.
I was feeding my horse, Hope, which I love to do. I brush her, feed her, clean the stall and the pasture. She follows me around and we have a lovely time together. I'd seen my daughter ride Hope bareback, and I'd even tried it once the week before, for five seconds, before I got scared and hopped off.
But, I was petting her and she looked at me in a way I can't explain. Then I realized that I wanted to ride her. I, me, wanted to get on a horse. Not just any horse- her.
So, I put a halter and rope on her, pulled up my trusty Home Depot orange bucket next to her, and hopped on. Bareback. No saddle. Nada. Just butt to back.
And I rode her. For ten, long, wonderful minutes, I rode her around the pasture.
And I loved it.
That was last week.
Tonight I did the same thing. And loved it again.
When I got home I got to thinking about why I loved it. I mean, really, 99.95348% of my past riding experiences with horses have been pretty terrible. So, what was the difference? What would cancel out my knowledge of past experiences?
I realized in my grooming and caring for Hope, I had learned to know and trust her. And she the same for me.
I trusted her. And when that trust came, the fear left.
That's when I hopped on. And loved it.
I can't help but see a resemblance to life.
I've had a lot of terrible experiences in life. And sometimes I don't want to do it any more. I get hurt, I get fed up. I get scared.
But, what keeps me going? Besides the love I have for my family, of course, it's God.
I trust Him.
I have come to know Him and trust Him. I trust His choices and His ways. I can put myself completely at His mercy and not be afraid.
Well, sometimes maybe a little afraid. But, still, I trust Him. And He helps me with that part. "Lord, help thou my unbelief" sound familiar? I can relate.)
Chances are, you've gone through some terrible things. And you struggle with the idea of trying anymore, putting yourself out there again. Who wants to get hurt, rejected, feel pain?
Some of the pain in life is unavoidable. Else how can we learn to empathize with each other, and even with God? But, when we trust God, we can ride this thing called life knowing that He will guide us, help us, sustain us, and strengthen us. When we trust Him, He can show us things we couldn't see when we stand on our own two feet and take us places we couldn't go on our own.
We can trust Him, even when we feel our past if full of evidence otherwise. "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your own understanding: in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight" Proverbs 3:5-6 (NIV)
I love that verse.
And I love that I am learning to choose faith over fear, Him over me. I love that we can choose hope of a future- even unknown- over pieces of the past.
I love the ride He's taking me on, bumps and all. And yes, there are some big bumps, but that's OK. I know who holds me up. I know who's carrying me. It's a scary, wonderful, crazy, ride, this thing called life. But I trust Him. I feel like the Woman from Snowy River. And I love it.
Hi there! I'm Michelle. Thanks for stopping by my blog. But, this isn't just a blog. It's a place where women of all faiths can have a place to come lift and be uplifted, laugh and cry, and maybe even share chocolate recipes. Because chocolate is heavenly.