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Be Brave

One more for this series, then back to the Christmas stuff.



I don’t remember if I intended to add more to this one or not.  I ran out of pens for awhile and had to wait to add the black lettering and by then, I just sort of liked the simplicity of this one.

Of course, a song was running through my head…Sara Bareilles Brave.  (click for the video) This video is FUN.  I totally wish I had been in it.  It’s people dancing in public, and they are average people who are just filled with the spirit of dance.  Love it.  I can see my sister and I doing this actually.

But the message in the lyrics is the best:

when the words are kept on the inside, sometimes the shadow wins

I wonder what would happen if you would let the Light in

…your history of silence won’t do you any good. let your words be anything but empty, why aren’t you telling the truth?

Say what you want to say and let the words fall out

Honestly, I want to see you be brave


Let the words out. confess them, pray them, sing them, dance them, share them, BE BRAVE.  And HEAL.

Praying with you my bloggy friends.  Christ’s peace.

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Plum and Breathe

Actually the song is by Plumb (click here for song)



I originally did not plan to share this journal page when I made it earlier this fall.  It is pretty raw.  The song was my anthem a few years ago.  It still is one of my favorites, but now I am able to listen and know that God did hear me.  But, transparency is good, right?  And this goes with this week’s theme, and maybe it will speak to one of you.

The lyrics say it perfectly when you are in a Blue December, or any month for that matter.  For me, this song was an all out prayer..me singing at the top of my lungs, beating on my steering wheel.  Now, it is with my head bent and my hands spread wide so I can feel little spirit tingles.  Does music do that for you?  Do you get goose bumps or tingling in your fingers when it really touches you?  Obviously, I get that.

Remember how I said I was doing better earlier this week?  Yeah, well, the Christmas/end of the month/feeling a cold coming on/crazy schedules/not getting everything accomplished/my family annoying me/feeling a spiral coming of guilt that it could be worse/I better do something to get myself in order …HIT.  I am actually yelling to God right now that I NEED him.  Just trying to be transparent.

We are praying for you.  My hands are spread wide lifting you up.  I have a feeling you are praying for me too.   I am so thankful for all of you who stop by.  God knows you need Him.  He will keep your breaths steady.  He will keep mine steady.

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Orange and Hope



God is our refuge in the storms.  And every storm does have an ending.  Some are loud with thunder and ominous clouds–and then just pass by.  Some come quickly with devastating power and consequences.   I remember a storm this summer, the birds were the first to realize it was coming.  But they stayed seated on the wires, trusting they would be fine.

Even when I was at my worst, I felt blessed to be able to turn to God.  I knew that He had created me, loved me, and wanted better for me.  I took refuge in Him and it helped.

I hope that you are able to take refuge in Him.

I also hope that you understand you don’t have to stand alone.  That was my mistake, I tried to fix it myself, and I needed a community of people to help me.  Let us pray for you.  Leave a comment today here, or on the facebook page of how we can pray for you this Blue December.

One prayer at a time.

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Green and Understanding


 One green leaf + one green leaf+ one green leaf = the tree of life

The sermon I heard this weekend focused on Blue December.  How it isn’t easy.  One of his points was the idea that the first Christmas was no walk in the park, but more likely one hot mess.  The things that we try to see as quaint and peaceful, probably made Mary want to shake her fist.  Let me list them:  not married, riding a donkey–pregnant, no rooms at the inns–not even space at a Super 8, giving birth next to a cow or sheep or goat–and all that goes with that, and a ton of people crowding in to see her right away–strangers no less.  Then add in Joseph and his questions, Herod’s killing spree, and then you know, lets move to Egypt (the land of slavery for their ancestors) all by ourselves.  And all of this without any government or family support.

If I had been Mary I would have been wondering what in the world was going on.

Have you heard the saying God only gives us what we can handle?  I have prayed before, “God, I am not sure what you think my threshold is, but according to me we have maxxed it out.  Enough is enough already!”  I wonder if Mary hit that point?

There is so much in life we don’t understand.  So many things will seem bigger and worse because they are combined with the holidays.  We will never know just how Mary and Joseph handled that first Christmas emotionally.  But we do know this:  they believed and trusted God.  They believed that their son was beyond special.  They believed they had a job to do.  And they trusted God would get them through each hot mess presented to them.  And He did.  And He will for us as well.

I can think of four families right off the top of my head who seem to get hot messes thrown at them constantly–and on top of other issues, all four are dealing with cancer –that evil of all evils.  I am praying to God that they are maxxed out and that it will get better.  I am praying that the magnifier of December will lose some power.  I am praying that they will be able to trust and get them through it.

Time for us to pray.  To pray for understanding, belief, and trust.  Time to give it up and hand it over.  One hot mess at a time.  Or one thanksgiving and praise at a time.  One at a time.  Lifted up by many.  Sort of like green leaves on a tree…one leaf at a time fills the branches to create a fullness and a canopy of life.



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Blue and Burdens



December can be hard, can’t it?

This year, I am handling it so much better than I have in YEARS.  In the past I have dreaded the Christmas season starting in October.  By the time December rolled around I was a mess, ready to crawl in a closet, crying at the drop of a hat.  By Christmas day, I was not fit to be around people.  The pressure I put on myself, the constant large parties and gatherings of people, the commercial nightmare of it all, Santa (not a fan), the shorter days and bleak skies, all of it rolled me into a ball of jangled nerves and depression soaked pores.  I detest gifts.  I am getting WAY better though, for the first time ever, I have enjoyed finding things.  I still am not good at receiving.  It is not that I don’t want to show love and appreciation, it is the stress of it, guilt, perfectionism, etc.  And most of it goes back to my issues with depression.

So between some  lovely little happy pills, journaling and prayer, and bi-weekly visits to the fake sun I am dealing this year!  So far no tangled tinsel.  See this post.

And then there all of you coping with the sadness and stress of:  illness, death, lost jobs, bills, divorces, broken relationships, bullying, and other forms of broken-ness.  Everywhere you look people are proclaiming it the best season, most wonderful season, of year.  Bah.  So many of you are where I usually am…crying, looking for hope, wanting to hide away for the season.  You have questions about why something has happened, or maybe not happened.  You miss loved ones.  It all seems different, strange, wrong.

People close understand, but in some ways not.  They think we should be able to put it aside and still enjoy the holidays.  Slap on a happy face until you really enjoy it.  That is not nearly as easy as it sounds.  Because the harder you try to do it on your own, the harder it gets.

Notice that three sentence paragraph up there.  I am getting some outside help.  I was able to give God those burdens and He lightened my soul.  I thank Him each morning for the happy pills, for giving me the strength to admit my body needs the help.  I thank Him each day for His words of comfort in the Bible and his grace, that though I might flounder that day He will always love and walk with me with forgiveness for my shortcomings no matter the season.  I thank Him for encouraging me to let it all spill onto paper in color and words.

I hope that you are able to find hope and peace in God’s words.  I pray that you are able to hand over some of the burdens and let Him carry you.  Start small–give up not the BIG thing, but all of the other things that annoy you, remind you, frighten you–whether it be driving and traffic or deciding what to make for dinner–start small and give them away.  Think of it as filling God’s stocking–little stuffers to keep Him happy until you can unwrap the BIG thing and hand it over.  Thank Him for lightening your burden.  Thank Him for the grace to get through the day.  Thank Him for the peace to sleep and rest.  Start small, but start.  And the more you hand over the lighter you will feel.

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