March 27, 2017 § Leave a comment
The desert has become my happy place. I love everything about it.
But in all honesty, I’m learning to love everything about every place. I’m finding that the more aware of Presence that I am, I’m in the best place that I could ever be.
Things have been moving and shifting for me in ways that I never expected.
I started this blog five years ago…at a turning point, one in which I described as a decision to “truly pursue Him”.
But today, I would say that I was more surrendered than ever before to allow Him to pursue me.
I would tell you that I was not truly following Him in times past, which is why I made so many poor decisions and why things turned out the way they did.
But today, I would say that following Him was irrelevant, because Love is unconditional. And He is Love and Love is always loving me.
Love is what I was created for.
So while the desert is blooming right now, I’m sweetly reminded of Love by the wildflowers all along the way and at every turn.
During other seasons, I seldom take notice of the bushes that surround me. But they are there whether I realize it or not.
And He is the Way that I am always traveling, a Way marked by so much Grace and Peace.
And Grace and Peace blooms in the sideways and byways, too. In these hard places, I’ve found joy and vulnerability have been the soil for them to blossom.
What a comfort to be reminded that I can never escape His Presence.
To know that I don’t have to search anymore.
I was found long before I started searching, and Love never stops pursuing me.
December 11, 2016 § Leave a comment
I won’t go into all the details of the conversation with my date but I’ll summarize by saying we covered so much ground, and it was rich and deep…which I would have it no other way. The shallow waters are painstakingly difficult for me.
reflecting our nature…”
it was so good, so very good! Genesis 1:26-31 The Message
September 9, 2016 § Leave a comment
Here we go…I write because I know no better way to fully process and record my life and everything that is going on in it.
It’s ongoing and it’s beautiful and there has been oh so much since the last time I wrote.
Life hasn’t been the same without Olaf, and it never will be…but I’m grateful for memories and all his saved photos in my phone, which I often return to.
Plus, the last video I captured of him.
This was holy ground.
And I continue to learn that all ground is holy. There is no divide between the sacred and the secular, like I once believed.
Jesus is living in me…breathing the very breath I breathe so nothing is ordinary. It’s all magnificent and extraordinary.
Case in point: Coldplay concert. Soldier Field – Chicago. Reunion with a beautiful friend I made and hadn’t seen since four years ago in Pemba, Mozambique.
Sometimes, you just have to follow your heart and the need for adventure and trust your Good Father’s provision when you splurge on a flight for less than 48 hours in another place.
Because every penny spent proves to be worth its weight in gold when you find yourself in one of the most worshipful experiences you’ve ever had as you’re jumping up and down in the pouring rain while Coldplay sings, “A Sky Full of Stars.”
With every sense awakened, you find that your only response is, “YEEEEEEES, LOOOORD.”
Not to mention the words that your precious friend places on the experience that you found so hard to articulate but when she says it it resonates deep in your bones…”Don’t you get the sense that that is just like what heaven will be like?”
Me: “Ummm…yes, that is exactly what heaven will be like!”
But also, heaven experienced now…the Kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven.
This was holy ground.
Or there is the instance that you are connected with the most beautiful soul who starts to spend time with you and listen to your meandering thoughts with all compassion and love and reflects back to you what your heart already knows deep within, but your mind and body need reminded of.
So because she is truly hearing and seeing your heart, she suggests, “you should check out this thing I recently watched on YouTube…about a hummingbird…because you’re a hummingbird.”
So you go home and watch that thing, with tears streaming down your face because for so long you have been searching for this one thing, but you can finally let go of that thing, and embrace everything…because you know you are a hummingbird and this is your journey…
This was holy ground.
And then there is the date at 38 you asked for. It’s been 6 years since you’ve had one…you truly want to be married, but you lower the stakes and say, “I’ll take a date, God. If you could just bring that my way, I’d be so happy.”
So you’re six months in and there’s still no prospects and you can’t bring yourself to force it…but in all honesty, you do try the latest and greatest dating apps for all of 2 seconds…
But it’s just not your thing…and suddenly, you connect with a guy in the stairwell you walk up and down for work every day.
And you’re thrilled when he formally introduces himself when you have your third run-in and hands you his business card, and as you accept it, you say, “we should have coffee sometime!”
Something your best friends have been prodding you to do when the opportunity presents itself but you’ve felt too insecure and old-fashioned…but now, with all fears aside and in full confidence, you follow through!
Sadly, your hopes are a little dashed because this guy is a bit more flakey or something (you’re trying not to judge) than you thought…
BUUUUT…but!! You got over that hump…you conquered your fear of asking and rejection…and the even deeper insecurity of believing the lie that there is something majorly wrong with you, which explains why you’re still single at 38.
Suddenly, confidence is rising and you’re walking so much taller than ever before.
So much so that you make eye contact with the hottie in a business suit that you would have considered way out of your league and never in a million years even looked his way, but now you do as you walk past him and down the aisle to board your seat on a recent flight.
There was no wink. No smile. Just eye contact. And that’s huge. That is a win in my book and I’m taking it.
This is holy ground.
So A LOT. A lot has happened. And I haven’t even touched on the leaps and bounds and healing happening in my workplace and in my physical body. I’ll save that for next time. I promise.
For now, I’m taking off my shoes and basking on the holy ground I’m standing on.
With every opportunity, I get to experience His presence with me, in me, and the promise of life lived more free and abundantly.
Nothing is ordinary. Everything is extraordinary.
Nothing simple. Everything sacred.
And this makes life so much worth living on earth as it is in heaven.
“…put off your shoes from your feet, for the place on which you stand is holy ground..” Exodus 3:5
April 3, 2016 § Leave a comment
There once lived three sisters whose parents decided it was time to call it quits. So they did what they always said they would do and called it an early retirement moving back to the land from which they came…which happened to be a tiny island a 24+ hour trip via plane and boat away.
During this time, the oldest sister lived in NYC, the middle called Phoenix home…and the little was in a small town in Ohio.
Growing up the three sisters had to always rely on each other because Dad’s work would take them all over the place. Transition was the norm and friends would come and go with each move, but they always had each other.
So when their parents left, they decided to do what they only knew to do during big transitions, stick together.
They met up in Ohio, and proceeded on to the long road trip across the country with a shady motel thrown in for good measure along the way.
From the Midwest to the Southwest, they would settle into a beautiful home in sunny Scottsdale.
A month after buying their humble abode, they did the next natural thing by adding the sweetest addition to their family. They adopted a Golden Retriever named Olaf…and based on his curious nature, he was endearingly given the middle name of George.
Nine months or so later, the big sister would realize Scottsdale wasn’t a good fit and move on to L.A.
Olaf George would make visits to see her there.
And go everywhere he could…LGO was his favorite hot spot.
After seven years, they would sell their cozy home and the two sisters that remained would go separate ways…and Olaf would reside with the middle sister…only for the three to be together again a year later.
And then, the middle sister would move to Colorado with the plan to get settled and come back for Olaf. So as heart-wrenching as the good-bye was, she knew they’d be back together again…
But instead, a year and a half later, Olaf and the little sister were seeing the middle sister off as she hopped on a plan to move to Japan indefinitely…
So FaceTime became the greatest thing…And on a visit home from afar, Olaf would be the first one ready and waiting to greet the middle sister upon her arrival…What a gift technology was to allow for the middle sister to be a part of moments like this upon returning to Japan…
The middle sister knew Olaf was getting old in age and would pray to not bear the weight of his loss while abroad…and much to her surprise, she returned to the desert.
Nearly four years later and just three months ago, the middle, little and Olaf were reunited under one roof again…and within two months, Olaf moved on…
Words escape me to fully articulate what a gift Olaf was. I’m so grateful for his presence and love in my life all these years. I’m so grateful for how he became a precious bond between three sisters.
I asked God to let me be alongside him in his final days and they were really good days together…so for this I’m especially grateful.
Yet, loss is hard. I’ve wept more than I can handle. And when I can’t handle it, potato chips, chocolate, and endless scrolling through Facebook and Instagram help me cope.
I know there is so much grace in the grief.
I also know that the loss is causing unresolved grief to surface, and the emptiness felt is also attaching itself to other things, namely my singleness.
But it’s all good because it’s all part of the process. And I’m in it wholeheartedly like never before.
Last night, I spent four hours and a few glasses of wine in a most beautiful conversation with my best friend chatting about everything under the sun in our crazy, wild, beautiful and painful lives as we know them.
I pleaded with Jesus on behalf of her, and she pleaded for me…with full hearts, we expressed our gratitude and with the same breath, our confusion…
When life is not your own, it’s beautiful but it can definitely be confusing. And I’m learning more and more to be good with that…I don’t want it all figured out…
His ways are so much higher. I mean seriously, who am I to know the ways of the Creator of the Universe?
And while I may not understand His ways and strive to stop trying to…I know His Heart and it is good. It’s so so good.
In my confusion, He meets me and covers me with His Love. I know that without a shadow of doubt because I experience it over and over and over again.
His Love is everything to me.
For your shame ye shall have double; and for confusion they shall rejoice in their portion: therefore in their land they shall possess the double: everlasting joy shall be unto them. Isaiah 61:7
February 2, 2016 § 4 Comments
WOW. It’s been awhile since my last post so obviously a lot has happened.
We’re a month into 2016 and I’ve moved back in with my sister and Olaf, resigned from my job, and just got a new one yesterday.
And I also ran myself into the ground. AGAIN.
I vowed to never let this happen after the first time nearly ten years ago…but I know better than to never say never.
So this week, I find myself experiencing the aftermath of pushing myself beyond my limits. I feel exhausted, vulnerable, anxious, and a bit defeated.
Oh I also celebrated my 38th birthday which always comes with a check-in of life.
Still figuring out what to do with my life…check.
With each day, I’m getting closer to each of these, though, right??
Given the first check-in above, it’s been so long since I’ve been in a relationship, so I find myself in relationships with the circumstances of my life. There was the one with medical school where I tried so hard, only to be rejected…
And this most recent relationship, with a job that I knew from day one would be a challenge, ended up just not working out no matter how hard I tried. I was fully committed, all in…and probably should’ve broken up with it months ago…but its redeeming qualities seemed to outweigh the bad…I felt supported by and loved my manager, and the same goes for all my colleagues…but the job itself was killing me.
So on my final day I walked out the doors of the building and to my car with tears streaming down my face…and by the time I got into my car, I was full on bawling and nearly got hit by a big white truck before I even got out of the parking lot due to my tears!!
I hesitated to make eye contact with the other driver certain that he would have some curse words for me…instead, upon making eye contact, it was clear he noticed my distress and I could read his lips asking, “are you okay?”
To which, I nodded with even more tears, and pulled out in front of him as he signaled me to go ahead.
The stress of the job took such a toll on me that you’d think I would feel such relief, but instead I was heartbroken…and to the very end, I needed the assurance that it was okay to leave…and not only was it okay to leave but I was loved all the same.
Oh and one other moment to note, after telling my manager of my official plans to resign, I ended our meeting with, “can I have a hug?” To which she kindly obliged.
So here I am…at 38…resigning from jobs and hugging it out after I do…definitely not what I imagined!!!
But it’s so my life…
And while the emotional and mental toll was more than I could bear, HIS GRACE…it was sufficient. It’s always sufficient.
When it’s sin versus grace, grace wins hands down. All sin can do is threaten us with death, and that’s the end of it. Grace, because God is putting everything together again through the Messiah, invites us into life—a life that goes on and on and on, world without end. Romans 5:20-21 MSG
And without going into all the details, God gave me a new opportunity that I’m thrilled about and while it will have its challenges, I’m confident that based on our first couple of dates and what I learned from my previous relationship, we’re a good match.
My desire is for a long-term relationship…in more ways than one!!!
So the journey continues but also the journey of embracing the journey. This is my story…mine all mine, and it’s a really great one. Perfect, actually.
And when it comes to work, I’m becoming convinced that my greatest accomplishments are the work that is being done in my heart…and the source of my job satisfaction are the relationships I get to have.
And I’ve learned that when the going gets tough, the tough require lots of hugs and assurance to keep going…
I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us.
July 27, 2015 § 2 Comments
I’ve been waiting for the time to sit down and write…and I’ve been pondering the things I would write about given all that I’ve experienced recently. A lot has been going on. I actually wrote something yesterday but just wasn’t feeling real led to share it…
So I’m sitting back down again because I know that I know that I know how good writing is for my soul. For me, it’s like working out, I never look back thinking it was a waste of time. I feel really good after I write.
And right now I just want to say that life feels really hard…and I constantly feel so dang needy.
I’m not looking for a pity party…I’m just keeping it real. My insecurities overwhelm me. And I want them to disappear but it doesn’t happen like that…or does it?
You tell me…because I’ve done my fair share of work…and yet it seems constant…there is always more.
Oftentimes, the process of healing is likened to an onion, layer by layer, we heal…so I’m pretty sure I’m the most layered onion there ever was and if onions also make themselves cry…then I’m that onion.
The last five weeks of my job have been devoted to studying for the Series 7 and 66 Financial Licensing exams. And studying just isn’t my thing, and when it consists of content like what I was studying…it makes things REALLY hard…and then when you throw in the need to achieve in me…that’s just a ticking time bomb waiting to happen.
But as I write this…there was NO EXPLOSION.
Oh me oh my. Now that’s some serious business.
It’s rare that I don’t tear up when I think back to the call I made years ago to my poor Momma and Daddy in the Philippines, who were completely helpless upon answering the phone and without any explanation had to listen to my wails of devastation over my rejection to medical school.
That journey taught me so much, and I was sure there were no more lessons to be learned…but turns out, Paul knew what he was talking about when he said:
For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.
And gosh, I hesitate to call it lessons. I don’t subscribe to the notion that God’s heart is for hard times so I can be taught hard lessons. That’s just icky and I don’t want to think of it in that regard.
What I am certain of is this: I want freedom…and He knows better than anyone this desire. And freedom comes with a price.
It’s why Jesus went to the Cross. For my freedom He has set me free.
And I confess to you right now…what I know gets in the way of my freedom is my worry over finances and my people-pleasing…and my fear of failure and rejection…
For me, early on in life, my identity became attached to my academic and athletic achievements…success, really.
The possibility of rejection and failure paralyzed me for so long. And my journey to medical school really helped me move beyond that.
Having basically everything I could ever want and then losing it all also helped to redefine success and make me dependent on Him as my financial source like never before, which I still struggle with daily.
I’ve definitely tasted freedom from the things which have bound me but it’s easy to get triggered when you’ve measured yourself for so long according to test scores, and then you’ve gone on to work in settings that rank you weekly based on your performance…not to even mention the measures that exist in your mind…like, I’m 37 and still single…what else do I need to do to make the grade??
So at some point, enough is enough. And on Saturday evening, I had enough…
As I was wrapping up studying for my final test…I melted into a puddle on my floor asking God to take away the fear of failure in me.
And wouldn’t you know…for as long as I have been full on pursuing Him, out of that, I realized that that fear was in the way of truly believing in the depths of my heart that His plans for me are for good.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
So in my weepy mess I told Him that I wanted to believe, I wanted to wholeheartedly believe that.
And if there was any ticking time bomb set off, it was the anger that rose up in me against the enemy of my soul…I don’t like to direct any attention there, but let’s face it, he stops at nothing to steal and kill and destroy…and in response to that, the words spewed out of me…
F*#& you, satan. F$(#. You.
Anger is hard for me to express and that was so needed…so so needed and in my heart, I just knew I was taking a stand like never before.
So the next morning when I took my test, I had nothing more than your old run-of-the-mill test anxiety, and deep confidence in the One who was with me.
The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.
So when I walked out with a “Fail” and no earth-shattering sense of failure. That was the greatest victory.
Failure, nor success defines me.
I’m His. And that’s all I need to be.
I continue to laugh at my current role in the financial services industry. I still have no idea what I’m doing there and I’ll need to retake this test and pass to stay…
That said, when I look around at others doing amazing things so in line with their passion and talents…I have my weak moments of doubt and envy…
But I know that He knows and I’m learning more and more just how deeply He cares for my heart.
Because the reality is I’m in this world that now comes with social media…I’m also working in Corporate America. And neither are terrible, but both offer much opportunity for comparison and rankings and measurements.
So as much as I want to avoid everything that’s hard for me and hide in a hole and never come out…He wants the most abundant life for me and FREEDOM is my gateway.
He called me back to the desert. He’s shown me the beauty in it. He’s promised to make all things new. And I do believe that.
So after my sweet victory yesterday, I went to the desert to celebrate and officially take my stand against the measuring stick that I’ve been working way too long and hard at measuring up to.
And yes, I’m needy. So so needy…and I’m pretty sure that will never ever go away…and I’m okay with that because it gives me opportunity after opportunity to fall into immeasurable depths of LOVE, MERCY and GRACE.
Lord, I pray…may I never ignore the call of Freedom.
Christ has set us free to live a free life. So take your stand! Never again let anyone put a harness of slavery on you.
Philippians 1:6, Jeremiah 29:11, Zephaniah 3:17, John 10:10, Isaiah 43:19, Ephesians 3:20, Galatians 5:1
May 26, 2015 § 1 Comment
Nearly three years ago, I did some incredible healing work through the most loving and caring couple and am so grateful I did. It uncovered many lies that I had lived most my life believing. And I was aware of them, but not aware of how I had taken hold of them in a way that was hindering me…for all intents and purposes, allow me to share one specific lie that was exposed:
I am not a skinny blonde with blue eyes, so I’ll never be good enough.
Part of my process with this most wonderful couple was to reveal the following truth:
I have been created in God’s image and as I walk in my healing, I choose to accept that He has created every aspect of my being for His pleasure; my skin color, my hair, my almond-shaped eyes, my body type…they are all beautiful and lovely in His sight.
Fortunately, this is the hard truth!
On the other hand, truth can be difficult to accept when you’ve believed a lie for so long…so I have been walking out my healing around this for the last few years. But let me tell you that the fact that I’m still single can attach itself to this lie. Also, the fact that I’ve moved back to the States after living in Asia for a year, to live in a city well known for the beauty of its women who share attributes of the lie I have believed can make it difficult to believe the truth.
So all this being said, I reached out to a most beautiful and incredibly talented friend who brings healing in a unique way through Freedom Sessions. As we drove up to the spot picked out for our session, we had the most enlightening conversation about the plight of women when it comes to comparison…by the way, this friend is also so stinking wise…I loved when she told me that we need to be women who “wave the banner of freedom” over what culture deems beauty.
I also loved when she pointed out that if we’re really tuned in to what we envy in other women, we’ll likely find that it’s not the beauty we seek, it is their confidence. That was so telling…
Because my ongoing prayer has been to fully embrace me…to be confident in who He has created me to be…to stop questioning if I’m too much or not enough…to stop shrinking back, but also, to stop being prideful when I find myself feeling I have one up on another (because I do that, too!)…dangit…I just want it all to stop.
So this is what He showed me this morning…and if I can start to embrace this truth…then I can be confident like never before, and all that comparing and shaming and ickiness can start to go away.
First, I must share scenes from my session of freedom…
Okay, so you can’t argue with the fact that my friend is crazy amazing talented with her gift in natural light photography. And okay, we can’t deny that creation clearly declares His glory (Psalm 19:1).
So often we need to allow the awe and wonder of nature to remind us of His Presence…I needed it a few weeks ago so went on a road trip for this…
The Grand Canyon is a sight to behold. Breathtaking, indeed.
Yet this is the truth:
When He was creating all things…it wasn’t until He came to us that He spoke, “Let us make man in our image, after our likeness.” -Genesis 1:26
So if we should be most in awe and wonder of His beauty and handiwork, it should be in light of exactly as He created us to be.
So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. -Genesis 1:27
In all of its wonder, beauty and majesty, the Grand Canyon wasn’t created in His image…but little ol’ me was.
Now that is some hard truth, and I’m so humbled by that but also embracing more and more that there is much to be glorified in that…
Father, may I wave a banner of beauty over others…may I be overwhelmed by the awe and wonder in every person I meet…first, starting with little ol’ me.