What’s Our Purpose?

 

 

 

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It’s been one of those weeks. I don’t think I can get out of bed in the AM, but it’s gotta happen. My grandmother suffered a massive stroke, and my mother apparently had a heart attack at some point and is at the hospital on the same floor. What I’m feeling now is so intense, and all I can think about is how much I deeply love my family and how resolved I am to change for good.

I want more than anything to take care of my family — to truly be there for every precious minute that I possibly can. Life is so short. I’ve heard this all of my life, and it really makes sense now. It made sense before, but seeing two people whom I deeply love suffer and look so frail has completely broken me. It makes all of the stupid things that I fill my time worrying about seem ridiculously pointless.

We’re all going to have to look Jesus in the eye and account for our time. It’s a scary thought if that time wasn’t spend helping others as much as possible. By serving others, we serve our Father. I’m saying this because I’m really seeing the point of it all. That “cup of water” given to the thirsty, that kind word spoken to someone who is hurting. Lately, I’ve been overwhelmed by the precious friends who are praying for my family. Their words are like honey — they are worth more than the rarest of gems…

There’s so much more to life. There’s other people who are waiting on the divine hand of Providence to grant them peace and help in a time of trouble. I’m ready to put this into action. My upline coach always stresses the importance of developing SOLID relationships with people — helping them as much as possible. And her goal is really powerful. I’m starting to see life in a completely different sense…in terms of that cosmic question, “What are we here for?” Is it for wealth, fame, self-worth? All posh if you consider that we’re all going to account for our time spent on this earth.

Words. Actions. God says that we’ll recognize Christians by HOW they live, and this has really convicted me. I’m not going to worry about money or image anymore because I know that God is going to meet my needs if I keep the focus on doing His work. The image of Christ is success enough.

 Viewing the temporal, vulnerable state of our existence is a powerful thing. I humbly ask for prayer and that you let me know of any prayer requests. I can be reached here or at cafegirl777@gmail.com.

Here’s to hoping for a better week!

~K.

He Makes Beautiful Things…And, Yes, There’s No Such Thing as “Supermom!”

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I know that this blog post isn’t health related, but I knew God was speaking to me to write something personal, something some of you might need to hear right now. To all of you moms out there, I’m going to briefly, succinctly, proclaim something that you may or may not know already:

There’s no such thing as “SuperMom.”

Try as we might, there are going to be days where things simply aren’t working as we planned. As a very new mom back in the summer, I WORKED feverishly and cried and prayed…so scared of losing control of that feeble, tiny life lying in that snowy white crib. I was petrified of life itself. With every breath of my baby, I feared SIDS–with every tear, cough, or shallow breath, I prepared for the worst.

I forced myself to go back to work, to resume my job as a writer, teacher, and health blogger/coach, within weeks after the birth, and it was all too much. I was falling apart, and for that, I’ve paid a serious price. Now, I’m being treated for severe hormonal issues that I truly think derived from pushing myself too much, too hard–not allowing my body to heal completely and fully while embracing my life as a new mom.

It was a world completely devoid of any peace whatsoever. Every day, I must work to let go, to let go, to let go…This has been the most exhausting, but fulfilling, six months of my life, and let me tell you that I had my shattering WAKE UP CALL. I realized that every step of motherhood is a gift from God even when the tears simply wouldn’t stop flowing. I wanted so many things to go differently. I wanted to breastfeed. I wanted to cook. I wanted to have a natural birth.

And guess what? None of that worked out. NONE of it. I even went so far as to attempt re-lactating but to no avail. So I had to “get real” and stop the madness. I had to listen. I’m having to teach myself now, and it’s hard–so hard.

I had/have to realize that I AM everything to that little baby, but that doesn’t mean that I have to DO everything.

God has placed this precious child in my care, and if that means that I must scale down my commitments, then that’s exactly what I must do. If that means that the floor doesn’t get mopped, then so be it. This process of letting go is hard, especially since I like to be on top of everything, but it’s necessary. Your body, your temple, must be nourished and rested. Your baby must be looked after with all of the love that comes from a mommy who is fresh (or, as fresh as possible considering the circumstances!) and vibrant.

I’m sure this kind of blog has been written, many times, but I can’t tell you enough how relieving it is to share these challenges with you and to urge you to come to me for any kind of prayer and encouragement. God doesn’t place His children in a bad place just to let them have the “experience.” He wants us to grow, to be nurtured, and to teach others through those dark times.

So, in closing, I pray for all of you moms, new or otherwise, to have peace this holiday season. It is essential. We have to have it for survival. And then there’s these beautiful affirmations from our Savior’s holy Word:

 

“Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you; not as the world gives, do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, nor let it be fearful. John 14:27

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“These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

Hallelujah! We have a Savior, and He’s rooting for us each and every day. He’s been there. He knows what we’re going through, no matter how challenging those circumstances might be. And I leave with a wish for you, dear readers, to have a blessed and peaceful Christmas!

~K.