Choosing Inspiration

Inspire me….

Maybe it’s her: the way she throws her head back with abandon and laughs from the core of her being.

Or maybe him: the way he gives selflessly over and over again just to help someone in need.

Or maybe her: the way she feels so passionately that it consumes her whole being.

Maybe it’s him: the way he always has a kind word just when you need it.

Or maybe them: the way that they give and give and give again.

Maybe it’s her: the way she isn’t giving up, even when she wants to.

Or maybe it’s him: the way he works so hard and is so much smarter than me.

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We can find inspiration when we choose to. It is everywhere, if only we choose to see it. Choosing isn’t always easy. I’m too often quick to see the negative, the messy room, the empty seat at the dinner table, the way that passion consumes beautiful and frightening in the same flame.

Those things are easy to see when we’ve been pressed on, pressed in from every side. But when we choose to look with eyes that are willing to scan and adjust and blur the background so the beauty takes center stage, then we can be inspired.

That is where beauty and inspiration run deep and course through my veins.

That is where the pulsing in my head cannot compete with the pounding of my heart.

Inspiration is everywhere we choose to see it.

And maybe that is what inspires me today.

Maybe it’s me: when I choose to adjust my focus and see clearly.

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Focus and Light

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Sometimes I have a hard time seeing joy.

I get so busy with the everyday, my gaze low, looking at the dirty socks, the yelling kids, the dirty dishes, the grocery list.

When I look for my joy I look for big grandiose joy: the

“I do”

“It’s a …”

“Welcome to paradise”


I’m so busy looking for the cherry on top that I miss the whipped cream, hot fudge, and ice cream. All I seem to see is the dirty bowl that I’ll need to wash when the day is done.

Life is more than dirty dishes and cherries.

When I purpose to stop and change my focus, the ordinary becomes clear, and it makes me smile. Sometimes I’m surprised that I can still do that…smile.

Now don’t get me wrong…the yelling, the Lego covered floor, the mound of laundry do not make me smile. I will never be the mom in the paper towel commercial that smiles over the spilled milk.

If I choose, I can smile about the ordinary in my day. Little things that I’ll miss if my view is out of focus. My life is a camera on manual. I have a choice what to focus on and how much light to let in.

Most days my focus is off and my blinds are closed. I forget to let light in as I look past the Legos to the boy creating a masterpiece. I forget that I longed, I cried out for these children only guilty of being children with independent minds. I forget that all these clothes piling up are a blessing because we have them. Too often I forget.

I may never love the laundry or the mess. I may never embrace the hard with a smile on my face. But I can find joy along the way. Joy in the every day. Because it’s there if only I adjust my focus and let the Light in.

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When It Doesn’t Feel Okay

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I heard myself screaming; shooting bullets of great precision with my words. Striking hard and fast over and over. My mouth wielded a weapon and it was automatic.

Piercing the flesh of feelings with my steady spray of bullets. No one was safe; too many had ricocheted.

The kickback hit me hard and I stumbled a bit. My falter could have been enough to make me surrender, but surrender was not in my arsenal. Instead I fired aimlessly, everything was a target.

Everything becomes a target when I stand in front of a mirror.

In that moment where my rage overtook my reason, I didn’t feel like everything would be okay. Each word I fired made me think that I deserved two coming back at me. And the enemy made certain I left that battle bloody as well.

After what truly was a few moments, the weapons were dropped and all that was left was the aftermath. Hearts bloodied by words shot rapid fire in anger; wounds that left us stumbling through how to move on. And I still didn’t feel like everything would be okay.

I was hurt, but worse than that, I had been the one to hurt. I was the one who allowed feelings and emotions to rule my actions. Feelings were never meant to take the wheel. They are like the music on the radio, changing the atmosphere, but not the direction. I had allowed them to take over.

Sometimes life feels like it won’t be okay. Sometimes we are the victims and we are too hurt to think about tomorrow. Sometimes we are the perpetrators and we are too guilty to hope for a tomorrow. But there is a promise and it is one word: grace.

Thank you Lord , for Your love and patience toward me

I certainly haven’t earned His grace, but it’s the very breath He breathes over my life. My life is filled with weaknesses. Anger, emotions, gossip, envy. They are just the beginning. God never said I would be without weakness. But he did say He is enough.

No matter what happens, you’re going to be okay because His grace is sufficient.

2 Cor 12:9~ My favorite verse.  I have Fibromyalgia & some other chronic pain problems.  The pain never goes away.  I have prayed & asked the Lord to take this from me, I believe in healing & have been prayed for by many for 29 years.  My husband left me because he couldn't handle that God's continued answer is "My grace is sufficient for you," but as I deal with this pain God's "Power is made perfect in my weakness" every day.  I will never stop serving my God no matter what the answer is.

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