January 2014 archive
Who doesn’t love a kid that is all ready for bed? Clean jammies, little minty fresh mouths, and soft blankies pulled up around them. Sweet voices uttering phrases like “Night night mama, I love you”. It’s AHHHH-DORABLE. The problem is that sweet little scene doesn’t come about easily. It happens after a series of repetitive battles that only parents can commiserate with. What should take a child five minutes to accomplish stretches out painfully to 15-30 mins. most nights. I do not understand how single parents do it, I have SO MUCH respect for them. If I didn’t have Ryan to either be the hired gun or at least make sarcastic comments with me so we can make “light” of this frustrating end to our day….well I just don’t know what I’d do. Probably punch a kitten. (I’m kidding cat lovers….or am I??”)
You would think it is a child’s first time EVER getting ready for bed. LIKE EVER. It’s like they have no idea what to do or what is expected of them. AT ALL! I mean Rhett’s ONLY had three years of bedtimes to practice and Bennett has ONLY had 5.5 years of bedtimes to learn and Chloe has ONLY had seven years of bedtimes to master this. Can you tell we are a little over bedtime shenanigans? Nobody wants to end the night with spanks, it just feels wrong but if you sit in the other room and listen to just what the parent says you realize how foolish they sound.
“Brush your teeth! Don’t forget the ones in the back, no all the way in the back….yes up and down not just side to side. Guys stop talking and BRUSH YOUR TEETH. Well that’s the only flavor toothpaste we have so deal with it. I’m sorry Chloe they only had Spiderman toothpaste, I’ll get a girly one next time. Who cares if it’s a superhero…it’s TOOTH PASTE. Just put it on your brush and BRUSH. Why is this so hard? Well you cry if I do it so either do it right or I am going to do it myself. I’m serious….if you don’t get the ones in the back then I will do it for you! Stop talking and brush your teeth. Please share the stool. Why is it so hard to share a stool with your brother? Then take turns. No he was on it first. I don’t care if your foot was touching it first, he was standing on it first. You know what….NOBODY gets the stool you can stand on your tiptoes. If you can’t be kind and share it’s gone. Did you rinse your brush? Please spit all the way into the sink I know it’s you that lets it dribble down the cabinet. LEAN OVER!!! Well I took the stool away so do the best you can. Forget it, just swallow it. Come on let’s get on jammies.”
End battle one.
Enter the next arena…pajamas. Same song, second verse.
“Stop jumping on the bed and take your clothes off. STOP JUMPING ON THE BED AND GET YOUR CLOTHES OFF…are your ears broken? Wear the jammies from last night they are still clean. NO…no new jammies I don’t want to do that much laundry. I’m serious…close the drawer and grab your jammies off the hook. Rhett you can’t just wear just a diaper to bed, put on your jammies. Stop crying, it’s just pajamas. You want your rock star ones? How bout the raccoon ones? You love the raccoon ones, see the little car? Then the jungle ones. Why not? Just pick one please, I need to get Chloe ready. GUYS…stop jumping on the bed and get your pajamas on, final warning!” I assure you we are not “push over” parents. There are punishments dealt swiftly at our house but after pulling a 13 hour day with kids and getting only 6+ hours of sleep as apposed to their 12+ hours, the odds are clearly in their favor. Once, just once I want to see ticker tape fall when I walk down the stairs after we get the kids in bed. No… I take that back… can you imagine the mess? Anal Kelly will have none of that!
It’s so our reality and even though we want to put our head through a wall many nights doing this little song and dance it does, somehow, someway, end up where our kids are snuggled in their beds looking adorable, cuddly and sweet.
The arguments of the last 20 minutes begin to fade into the background and through some miracle of grace we finally make it to bedtime prayers. Although “weather” tends to get top billing most nights on the Thankful Chart, sometimes our kids really blow us away with what they will pray for. Seriously….why are kids so thankful for the “nice day” or “beautiful weather”? Maybe it’s just our kids that are a broken record about the weather. Ryan and I often stifle laughs when our kids thank the Lord for the “beautiful day” as we glance out the window at day three of rain. Me thinks our kids might be on prayer autopilot.
A few years ago when Chloe was about 4.5 and Bennett three years old we had one of those proud parent nights.
Sometime earlier that week Chloe had seen an ad in a magazine I was flipping through about Operation Smile. This is an awesome organization where doctors provide free surgeries to repair cleft lip, cleft palate and other facial deformities for children around the globe. The ad had a picture of a child with a severe cleft palate and Chloe was fascinated and confused. This led to a really good conversation about what these doctors do and how it changes the lives of children not only aesthetically but functionally. We talked about being thankful for being born without a deformity and we should pray for these children and doctors. Coincidently, that same week, my kids were at my parents house and my mom had the news on which had a story about twins conjoined at the head. Again, Chloe’s morbid curiosity gripped her, and my mom talked her through how they were born and what the doctors were going to do to help them become separated.
So back to our proud night. We were in their rooms wrangling them into bed per usual. Bennett volunteers to pray first. Of course he thanked God for the beautiful weather, I’m sure a few friends were thrown in, favorite toys and usually Ryan and I make the cut. Next, Chloe began to pray. What left her mouth was nothing short of beautiful. Words and thoughts far above her four year old pay grade. With deep sincerity she began praying for the children with clef palates, she prayed for the hands of the doctors preforming the surgeries, she prayed for the conjoined twins and for their doctors. On and on it went. I welled up with tears at the deep and empathetic nature of her prayer and that what stuck with her wasn’t that these kids looked different but that they needed PRAYER and HEALING.
Wanting to seize the moment when she was done I began to praise her. “Chloe I am so proud of you for praying for others in need. That is called intercession. This is how God wants us to pray thinking of others before ourselves! I’m so proud you remembered about the doctors and you also realize only God can truly heal them.” She received our words with joy and satisfaction.
Soon a little voice pipes up from across the room. “I want to go again.” Bennett obviously wasn’t so moved by Chloe’s prayer as much as he liked the attention she got. Move over weather…..there is a new song in Bennett’s heart and it went like this.
“Dear God, please help the kids with the funny mouths and the stuck together kids. Amen.”
There he sat proudly waiting for his words of affirmation. It took everything in us not to die laughing. There was no mincing words, there was no finesse, no doubt that he was gunning for the praise that surely awaited him at the end of the “Amen”. Not wanting to disappoint we offered him a few words of watered down praise. We left their room so we could finally bust a gut. Kids provide endless entertainment for us. That’s why they survive those annoying nighttime dramas. TRUTH!
As funny as that was I often act like Bennett. I offer up my words, I do something, I create something, I experience something, I learn something and I feel satisfied. BUT then I start to look around and I sense that others are doing more, are better than me, are getting more praise, are farther ahead, have more stuff, are happier, thinner, wealthier, more spiritual, more accomplished, etc…. A little voice pipes up inside of me that says, “I want to go again.” I let discontentment and comparison kick the door down of my life, my mind, my heart and my soul. What I found great joy in creating now feels simple and amateur. What I saved up for and finally bought WITH CASH…feels second rate….not good enough. My house that I work so hard on and I love so much…suddenly feels generic and uninspiring. That really great lesson I learned or bible study I finished that worked me over and taught me so much now feels like a sunday school lesson for toddlers. What a trap, what a senseless cycle. It’s the hamster wheel of crazy that we eagerly wait in line with our ticket to board. Theodore Roosevelt nailed it when he said “Comparison is the thief of joy.”
“I want to go again.” Why?
But what if we weren’t aware of everyone’s highlight reel. What if we aligned our life with what 1 Thessalonians 4:9-12 says. What if….
9 Now you do not need anyone to write to you about brotherly love, since you have been taught by God to love each other. 10 In fact, you are showing love to all the brothers throughout (insert your own city), but we urge you, brothers, to keep on doing this even more. 11 Also, make it your goal to live QUIETLY, to mind your own business, and to work with your own hands, as we instructed you, 12 so that you may win the respect of outsiders, and have need of nothing.
So God taught us how to love and we are doing that in some ways but we are urged to do this EVEN MORE.
In searching deeper through a commentary The “even more” refers to:”in showing love to the brethren; which may be done both by administering to them in things temporal, by assisting them in distress, by sympathizing with them, and by giving them counsel and advice; and in things spiritual, by bearing their burdens, forbearing with them, and forgiving them; by admonishing them in love, by stirring them up to love and good works, by praying with them and for them, and by instructing and building them up in their most holy faith”. Do you set out each morning to do these things?
LIVE QUIETLY: “To live peaceably in their own families, and to give no disturbance to other families, by talebearing, whispering, and backbiting; to behave with quietness in the neighborhood, town, or city, they dwell in, and to seek the peace thereof; and to lead a quiet and peaceable life, in all godliness and honesty, in the commonwealth, and under the government to which they belong; and not to create and encourage factions, divisions, animosities, and contentions, in their own church…”
MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS: “not thrust himself into other families, and officiously take upon him, under a pretense of zeal, affection, and friendship, to inspect, direct, or manage the business of others: in short, he should not meddle with other people’s business…”
Work with your own hands and the byproduct of this is respect of others and having need of nothing or, I love the Latin for this “that ye may not desire anything of anyone”; as the slothful man covets greedily all the day long what is another’s, and this desire kills him”
Whooooooo!!!! Are you drinking from a firehose of truth right now? Digesting ten steaks perhaps? It’s a lot to take in but man does God understand the human condition. He understands the peril we put ourselves in when we center our lives around comparing what others have, are doing, have accomplished. How can good fruit come from this? How can we possibly cultivate a thankful spirit, contentment, joy, and peace when we are rubbernecking, adding our two cents, spending countless hours keeping track of others?
One of the main reasons we moved out to the country 18 months ago was so we could take a deliberate step back from being available. We wanted to slow our lives down, be home a lot more and start to invite people IN to sharing life with us. Our very simple life. It was one of the best things we’ve done for our family. It was right for us. My tendency was always to “overbook” the calendar and be available for anyone, anytime because it was quick to scoot here and there when I lived in town. Now we have to turn down more than we can accept. We have had to see our home as our place of ministry and seek the Lord for how he wants us to use it. I can not believe how much my spirit has come to rest by moving outside the city. If you had asked me three years ago would I be willing to move out to the country I would have laughed in your face. Oh how the Lord is gentle. He brought me/us to this place where not only was I open to it, I desired it above all else.
I have not conquered comparison. In my teen/early adult life it ruled my thoughts and was the motivating force for my decision making, spending, and time (mis)management. Now it is something I wrestle with but the Lord over the last few years especially is showing me ways to live that QUIET life which immediately slays the comparison dragon. It’s a molting process that at times is painful but mostly its just freeing. Maybe it’s because I am getting older but I truly just don’t care about most of what was SO IMPORTANT when I was in my 20’s. As the one line in the song “Hosanna” says
“Heal my heart and make me clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, show me how to love like you have loved me, break my heart for what breaks yours, EVERYTHING I am for your kingdom’s cause. As I walk from earth into eternity.”
Most people won’t understand your desire to simplify and lead a humble and quiet life. Everything, and I mean everything, in our American society paints “normal” as the acquisition of stuff. Live big, live loud, tell everyone about it and don’t be left behind. Nothing could be farther from the TRUTH. Start to live differently, start to live kingdom-minded, let God break your heart for what breaks his. People are always going to question what goes against society. Just show them this….
I have to start by saying two things.
1. I have full permission by my friend to tell this story, it would be awkward if I didn’t.
2. I’ve been dying to write this story for years because the metaphor is so impactful.
It goes a little something like this…
Over 10 years ago I met a gregarious and intriguing woman named Joy (name has not been changed to protect her identity, now all my friends are sweating…whose next?) I knew two things about her when she started going to my church.
1. She was a ton of fun, very outgoing, and smiled ALL. THE. TIME.
2. She sold Mary Kay! That gold circle pin was front and center on every outfit.
The first thing drew me in to be her friend, the second thing made me keep my distance.
Now I have nothing against Mary Kay AT ALL. I have bought products periodically over the years, have lots of friends that sell MK, and I think they have an awesome business philosophy. I simply made a personal decision a long time ago, that I rarely compromise, which is I DON’T attend product parties.
I know they can be fun, I know you don’t HAVE to buy anything, I know I don’t HAVE to give my information at the end…BUT…I have a little problem doctors call “saying no syndrome”. It’s a sad, anxiety-inducing syndrome that millions suffer from. It doesn’t take me long to show up to a party and suddenly unearth a random “need” in my life for a product I didn’t know existed an hour prior. I end up spending money I don’t have for something I don’t need. I get nervous and sick inside at the end of parties when the host asks for references or if I want to host a party at my house, purchase a product, etc…. Next thing I know I am locked into hosting a party, spent a ton of money and now 10 of my friends are gonna hate me when they get a phone call. Any fun I was having at the party dissipates. This is just my issue and because I had/have a hard time drawing boundary lines I just made it a hard and fast rule in my life to say “NO” to any invitation and pretty much still say NO to this day.
The thing with Joy is she is a born saleswoman. The woman could sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman in white gloves.(Tommy Boy…anyone, anyone???) She has charisma oozing from her pores and any rebuttal you could possible come up with for not attending or hosting a Mary Kay party could be quickly turned around. I knew this. I knew if I gave eye contact too long or if we got in a conversation one on one I was going to have the nervous-poo-inducing conversation with her that would require me to STAND MY FEEBLE ground. It was too much for me so I did what any super mature person would do and avoided any scenario that I could possibly be alone with her in conversation. Yeah…that will fix it! Did I mention I was 25 or 26…..maturity was my middle name! The problem was, I liked Joy and I really did want to be her friend.
Then came the day. The day we laugh ourselves silly about now. I had a little get together at my house with a bunch of girls from my church. I invited Joy. SAFE SPACE…my house, A GROUP; what could go wrong?
I don’t know how it happened, one thing led to another, but Joy and I were engaged in a conversation A-LONE!
At the time I was a youth leader in the senior high at our church. First came the ice breaker statement, “I hear you are a leader in the youth group!” (my eyes nervously shift over the gleaming gold pin on her shirt) Then came the question I dreaded. “Wouldn’t it be fun if you had a girls sleepover at your apartment and I came over and did facials and make overs for all of you guys? It will be a great time for everyone.”
I don’t know what came over me but I decided that normal passive Kelly was going to just nip this in the bud and turn the question back on to her. I’m sure I barely made eye contact or spoke above a whisper. I mumbled something along the lines of “I really like you Joy and I’ve always wanted to get to know you since you started coming to church but I don’t want to host a Mary Kay party. Can’t we just go out to coffee and get to know each other without doing Mary Kay?” There…I said it. I said No while still leaving the door open for relationship. What could go wrong?
She may or may not have blinked for that 5-10 seconds of silence she let my NO linger in the air before she said these words, “Kelly if you want to get to know me, then you have to get to know Mary Kay. I am Mary Kay.”
I AM MARY KAY.
Where does one go from there? I think I was fighting back tears and also dying a small death that I was in my own house and had nowhere to go. I remember muttering something along the lines that I was sorry and I hoped sometime we could get to know each other. Cue awkward clenched butt shuffle away from the scene.
I need to pause and say something about Joy. The reason this story can be told is because it is so far removed from who Joy is today. We seriously shout that line to one another all the time “I AM MARY KAY!” because it is so laughable. Joy is one of my dear, dear sister friends and truth be told, one of my most favorite people to pray with in the entire world. If you haven’t prayed with Joy…you should. She speaks so much truth and power into my life and we have traveled through so many valleys together and stood on the mountain tops of God’s mercy…I love this woman! I’m so thankful for her humor and humble spirit so that I can share the second half of this story with you for truly this is her story.
This post is titled “The Fur Coat”. You may ask yourself why the title or maybe you have just noticed how long this post is and you are only skimming at this point…shame on you! The moral of the story is coming and it is SO GOOD!
I told you Joy could sell a blue streak. She had worked herself up the ranks quickly to Director. Along the way she acquired some awesome prizes such as a fur coat (faux but super NICE!). She even had so many people under her and such good sales that she was leased a brand new Grand AM. Oh how welcome that car was in their lives. Indeed Joy was Mary Kay!
I wish I had the space to tell Joy’s whole story because it’s so good. There came a point a few years into the Mary Kay years that the Lord really began to refine Joy, refine her marriage, and in a bold and humble act of obedience Joy walked away from Mary Kay 100%. THIS WAS MAJOR!!!! It was the right thing but it came with a cost both great and small. It was a clean break in the physical sense but mentally there were some lingering ties.
The day the Grand AM rolled away was a hard one for Joy. What they ended up buying in its stead was a 1984 Honda Accord held together with bumper stickers and luck. Its the kind of car you wince when turning the key because you aren’t sure if it will actually start. It also maxed out at about 48mph. I should know. I painstakingly had to drive down the highway while she followed me to a friends house and we never hit 50mph. I thought she was messing with me until we got to my friends and she told me she had the peddle all the way down. It, indeed, was no brand new car but at least Joy got to keep her fur coat! Oh the fur coat.
Joy remembers one distinct winter day post Mary Kay. She was pumping gas into that 1984 hunk of junk wrapped tightly in her fur coat to block out the cold. She said she looked around at the people pulling in and out of the Chevron and had this distinct thought run through her mind, “Don’t you people know who I am? Do you know what I’ve accomplished?” I am seriously amazing in Mary Kay.”
That coat…the coat that held with it all the pride and success, status and measurable worth of the time spent with Mary Kay. That coat represented a season that Joy was at war with leaving behind to walk in full obedience to the life God had for her. That coat.
Somewhere along the line that coat made it into Joy’s coat closet and there it stayed for many years.
Fast forward to a few summers ago…yard sale time. The time we purge what we aren’t using, what’s taking up space, what serves no purpose. The coat of status still took up a chunk of space in the coat closet. “It’s time to sell the coat.” Joy’s husband, Brian, encouraged.
I mean it’s just a coat right….
So the coat made it to the yard sale pile. That warm summer morning of the sale it sat proudly on a hanger, fur fluffed out, a noble yard sale price attached to it noting that it had much greater value than the 10 cent pot holder sitting adjacent to it.
Soon an older lady began eyeing the coat. Joy immediately put on that familiar sales hat and came over “Hey, if you are going to take that coat can I tell you a story about how I got it?”. Yes…yes…this lady was definitely interested in the coat. A sale was imminent.
Next came the bartering. A coat that cost hundreds of dollars and represented so much, the coat left Joy’s possession for the bargain price of $5.00. What makes this an even more bitter pill to swallow is while she handed Joy her few dollars she made sure she knew how happy her cats were going to be to have this fur coat to sleep on.
Right there, on that morning, the fur coat met its final fate as the new bed and pee pad for a bunch of cats. It’s final fall from glory. An ironic and yet poetic end to that journey and chapter in Joy’s life.
I think this is one of my favorite stories because it’s so relatable. We all have our “fur coats”. We all have those areas of our lives, accolades, accomplishments, talents and sometimes tangible items that we stand behind and say “LOOK AT ME! WASN’T I SOMETHING? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?”
The insatiable hunger of pride we fight daily is really appalling if we could just take a step back and see it for what it is. We think we are so sly. If we just word things correctly into the carefully crafted humble brag or status update. The self-deprecating humor or sometimes blatant brag we casually drop in to conversation. Oh how we love self. Oh how proud we are of self. Oh how big and grand are our accomplishments. We cinch our fur coats around our waists and fluff up our collars around our necks and give ourself a quick twirl in front of the mirror to admire our little “fur coats”. It’s embarrassing to admit and yet every day we wake up and as my friend Brian Donohue says “We fight magnetic north which points directly to ourselves.”
Jim Gaffigan paints a hilarious picture of this “self infatuation” our American society is sick with.
I once swam in a lake as a child with my brother. We had a great time laughing and playing. You can imagine our horror when we exited the lake to find each of us covered in little black leeches. SERIOUSLY, BARF INDUCING. We never felt them, never saw them, and unless you want to rip off little chunks of skin, you have to leave them there until you can get salt or a lighter. That’s pride to me. It’s so sneaky and subtle, you don’t even see the little pride leeches attaching themselves to your heart and mind. Suck by suck they start to drain the blood down to the very marrow of our soul. Emaciated people with giant egos bumping into one another’s self-important kingdoms. You see it EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. on social media.
What talent, accomplishment, or gift do I have that can ever compare to the love, sacrifice and gift of Jesus in my life? What piddly attempt at selfless love, living sacrificially, giving to others, and serving could I do that would impress the Lord? The very thought I am so “great or awe-worthy” is just laughable. Does the Lord find value in me…absolutely! I am the image bearer of HIS son. What an awesome thought that is. How that humbles me. What I do and say matters.
The Bible actually says that God hates pride. He hates it because he knows it will breed destruction in our life. It is another false lover and imitator of intimacy. What we think will drive people to us actually divides relationships….not just with people but more importantly with God. Just a few scriptures where the Lord strongly addresses this area.
- I will break down your stubborn pride. Leviticus 26:19
- In his pride the wicked does not seek him; in all his thoughts there is no room for God. Psalm 10:4
- When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom. Proverbs 11:2
- Pride only breeds quarrels, but wisdom is found in those who take advice. Proverbs 13:10
- Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall. Proverbs 16:18
- I will punish the world for its evil, the wicked for their sins. I will put an end to the arrogance of the haughty and will humble the pride of the ruthless. Isaiah 13:11
- But when his heart became arrogant and hardened with pride, he was deposed from his royal throne and stripped of his glory. Daniel 5:20
- Each one should test his own actions. Then he can take pride in himself, without comparing himself to somebody else, for each one should carry his own load. Galatians 6:4
- Your heart will become proud and you will forget the LORD your God. Deuteronomy 8:14
- The LORD detests all the proud of heart. Be sure of this: They will not go unpunished. Proverbs 16:5
- Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 1 Corinthians 13:4
…and so I ask you to examine your closet. Poke around and see if there is a fur coat taking up space, serving no purpose, holding on to all your pride. Pour some spiritual salt upon it, sell it to the crazy cat lady, burn it at the altar and rid yourself from the false lover that whispers empty promises of self glory and fame. We have a burning desire to BELIEVE, BELONG and BECOME in this lifetime. You were made for more than this, you were made to be GREAT in the kingdom of God. You were made to bring God glory by the way you love Him and love others MORE than yourself. That is the only way to walk uprightly in a humble posture. That is the way to tame the beast of self and receive the gift of selflessness. That is the way to bear fruit in your life and to taste the sweet taste of trust in the Lord to provide your every need.
Ryan and I come from an industry that has an astounding amount of pride attached to it. You would think we were all curing cancer but alas we are just taking wedding photos. Yes, that is a lovely thing to do, a super fun career and rewarding in many ways. Sadly the good things are so grossly overshadowed by the egos attached to the majority of those working in the industry. In a deafening chorus of self promotion you can hear “I AM …..(insert the studio name) !!” It is SO UNLOVELY and not eternal. You can still be a savvy business owner and not buy into the self promoting side. It is possible. We cut ties with about 95% of everything that had to do with the wedding industry many years ago. Best thing we ever did. We consciously began praying each year that God would provide the brides we needed to meet the financial needs of our home. Guess what, he did that. Without us grappling, self-promoting, spending countless, countless hours force feeding our business to anyone who would listen. We were not Kellan Studios. Kellan Studios was something we did so I could stay home with our children and so I could have an artistic outlet. Oh what freedom that brought my mind and heart to trust in God’s provision.
THANK YOU Joy for your story, for your humility and sense of humor to let me tell your story, for your obedience to walk away from “success” when the world was cheering you on in order to grab hold of what was unshakable in the Father. Your life is a beacon of hope to others. I am so proud to be your friend and I love you so dearly!
So everyone…this is the real Joy below with her beautiful family!! They are a humble family that you would be lucky to know, to sit in their living room while Brian strums on his guitar ( he is one of the most gifted song writers, I’m addicted to his latest album) Joy knitting on the couch, girls dancing around singing their daddy’s songs…they know the good life. They live the good life.
“You should write again” one of my soul sisters, Kristie, says to me wide-eyed and grinning while we sit in her living room.
We are sipping lukewarm coffee from mugs with the telltale two to three scum lines that note previous microwave heat ups. It’s another failed attempt at a peaceful playdate where we alternate between fragmented thoughts and disciplining our kids. As usual I’ve rolled up in stretched out sweatpants, mismatched shirt, questionably “earthy” scent and axel grease hair. Yeah, Kirstie is a “safe” friend.
“About what?” I say with eyebrows pinned.
“I don’t know…anything…everything…you are funny…people connect to you, women connect to you. God’s gifted you Kelly, you need to use it.”
“Ohhhhh kayyyyyy….thank you, but seriously about what? I like telling stories but I’m not sure how that warrants a blog again.”
“Just write.” she says with those big brown doe eyes looking back at me. That was that.
I think that conversation took place about two years ago.
So it’s taken time to figure out what to write about. I mean just what the world needs more of…BLOGS!!!! (eye roll) Isn’t this market a wee bit saturated? So I realized that if I were to dip my toe back into the ocean of blogs I needed to do it for one reason, because I love Jesus and I am truly excited at what I am learning. It’s not to be witty, accrue followers, be a decorating guru or parenting specialist because I am none of those things. I’m an imperfect woman living a very blessed life making TONS of mistakes but learning just how crazy, deeply, madly I am loved by the Father and he has asked ME to be a part of what he is doing in this world. I GET to do this thing called life WITH Jesus. THIS, now THIS gets me excited to write.
I used to blog several years ago when I first got married but closed up shop exactly five years ago. For those of you joining me back from those “Filtering Life” days you are CRAZY faithful and your check is in the mail.
There is no way to kick off this blog properly without a little back story, bear with me… not every entry will be this long and without photos but this is where my story unfolds. Consider this our first date, a proper handshake, awww….heck…I’m a hugger, get in here I’m sure I will fit perfectly in your armpit.
Around 2008 my blog following started creating great momentum as well as our photography business was also taking off LIKE THE CRAZY. ( I promise these are not humble brags…there is a true point to this) The two very measurable veins in my life were going well, getting their public kudos; I was SOMETHING I tell you. I mean just drop my name to somebody and see what it gets you…..NADA, ZIP, ZILCH. Kelly who? It doesn’t take long to inflate your own ego.
The irony of public success is that usually behind the scenes you tend to find a giant, fat mess. You see in any attempt to be GREAT…..the balance of life shifts to those branches. It’s like putting Miracle Grow on half a tree. Have you ever seen a tree grow lopsided? One or two branches getting fatter and heavier with growth while the other side grapples for some of the nutrients. What happens when the branches get too big on one side. The TREE SPLITS. This is NEVER not the case. This was MY reality.
As Kellan (our photography studio) was starting to get picked up on all the major wedding blogs and Filtering Life was growing exponentially on Google analytics……my marriage was withering on the tree of Kelly. My ability to juggle a toddler and infant who were cramping my blogging/photography style were causing me to be a miserable, impatient, STRESSED FREAK BALL. It was madness. We worked seven days a week and never went to bed before midnight. We always bought in to the lie that it would be worth it.
I slowly watched my husband and I drift farther and farther apart in less than three years of marriage. Granted there were other factors involved but when I look at my own part in this thing called “my life” I was trying to find my happiness, worth, and value in the social media arena to compensate for the fact my REAL life was falling apart.
Nothing in our society paints a greater false reality than social media. (soap box alert) Blog comments, Twitter followers, Facebook fanpage followers, Instagram followers, wedding blogs don’t share life with me, they don’t crawl in to bed with me at night, raise my children, pay my bills, pray with me, listen to my heart, etc….you get the picture. It is rubbish…..meaningless…futile. They are false lovers of the worst kind and I was deceived like a chubby girl buying the next diet fad….SENSA anyone? Just sayin…. been there.
And so the straw that broke the camels back came on November 21, 2008 when we lost our third baby to a miscarriage. A baby I didn’t even know was inside of me until it was too late. Chloe had turned two years old weeks before and Bennett was six months old and we just finished a wedding season of 28 weddings while Ryan worked a full time job…..a baby….AGAIN? How in the free world we did anything “marital” during that time is beyond me, not to mention I was about 10 weeks along when we lost the baby thats how distracted I was. We named this child Jory Lee “God will uplift and heal”. (a promise we DESPERATELY needed during that season)
That, my friend, is when the tree split…..right down the middle. That was when I saw the choice. We could splint our tree together and nurse it back to health, cut off those fat branches of my blog and our business….. or it was time to go our separate ways in life. I no longer had a husband/best friend. I had a roommate and quasi-business partner when we were speaking. We had created a life and family and it was fractured….badly. Now, more than ever, mourning the loss of our precious baby I NEEDED my husband. Jory was the wake up call we needed to see that if we kept up at this pace we were done. Its hard and it’s humbling to admit to one another that you have ROYALLY screwed things up and that we needed REAL help in our lives. Our attempts to be GREAT were really paying off were they not?
We needed help, we needed to learn a word that would save our marriage and our hearts….”NO”. We needed to buckle down and repair our tree. I needed to extract the two measurable things in my life that gave me a sense of “you are not wasting your day” and let them go. I’m a stay at home mom…..I get it. I’ve yet to have my kids give me the slow clap after I have wiped their butts, put away their laundry, clean up their toys for the billionth time that day or when I humbly bend over to clean up the spilled milk from the cereal bowl that was chucked across the table. Immeasurable servitude of the most thankless kind. Oh how I was missing out on what this season of my life was really about. There is so much precious in the hard.
Letting go of my blog and us TOTALLY cutting Kellan in half (our main source of income mind you!) was only the first step in obedience. It was like cutting off those big FAT branches so the trunk of the tree could stabilize and rest. We began marriage counseling with our pastor (GOD LOVE YA MARK!) and began working through the pain and hurt that we had caused each other. WE TOOK A MASSIVE leap of faith in our finances by cutting Kellan. We still had a tremendous amount of debt in our lives. We fought for our marriage, we put God first, our family next. We went against the grain of society that says when marriage gets hard, when you aren’t “feeling” love or loved then flash up your fingers in a giant peace sign and head out and try again elsewhere. Let me tell you, it was very tempting. (I am oversimplifying, there are many circumstances surrounding divorce)
You may have noticed the title of this blog, “The Good Trees”. Trees have always fascinated me. I don’t know why, I really don’t…I just think they are beautiful. I grew up in Michigan and upstate New York so I was blessed to always experience all four seasons. Trees seem to show the most tangible signs of each season. When we moved to our dream “fixer upper” a year and a half ago we got 2.5 acres of land. I’d say at least two of those acres are pines. Pines are my favorite. We also have a billion windows in our house (that my kids have beautifully decorated with their greasy fingers and sloppy tongues…not annoying in the least) I love that no matter where I am in my house I am looking at trees. They bring me peace.
In Matthew 7:17-19 it says:
So, every healthy tree bears good fruit, but the diseased tree bears bad fruit. A healthy tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a diseased tree bear good fruit.Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.
Hop on over to Matthew 12:33:
Either make the tree good and its fruit good, or make the tree bad and its fruit bad, for the tree is known by its fruit.
Can I ask you to read those few verses a second time. Can you count for me how many times the Lord uses the word “great”? If I am not mistaken in my counting….I mean I taught special ed math so I am decent at counting….the count would be ZERO. The word is GOOD. Let that word wash all over your mind and heart. It’s good to be good. Good produces good.
I am a self professed perfectionist. I have spent way to many DECADES in self loathing, self defeat, and bitter comparison with others. FOR WHAT???? Because I wasn’t the GREATEST that is why. Greatness is another one of our society’s big, fat lies. How dare you be good at your job, how dare you be a really good mom, wife, friend, sister. Is there anything wrong with “great”? Not in and of itself, but great is hard little bugger to steer. Great puts YOU at the front of YOU and before all others. I’ve decided if I am going to be GREAT at anything, then it is going to be at living, really living in the kingdom of God. Even then…what does the Bible say when we stand before the Lord at the end of our life? What do we want our Maker, our Creator to say to us? “Well done GOOD and faithful servant.” I WANT to bear good fruit in all areas of my life and I’ll be darned if I don’t want my husband and my children to also be bearers of good fruit. I am nearing 38 years old (this is the part where you gasp and say…really…I thought you were like 28 years old…..why thank you I say meekly with a tone of surprise) I feel 40 breathing it’s hot stinky air on my neck and all I can think is “Dear God…I’m JUST starting to get ‘it’, can’t life slow down? I have so much ground to make up for!!! WHY 40 WHY???? WHY oh why have I wasted so much of my life on myself. Ugh….” ( I may be dramatic at times and over use exclamation points. Deal with it!!!!!!!)
We will get in to that a lot more on this blog but I figure I owed you a solid after reading this novel entry to at least explain the title and premise.
You may notice there are four categories I will be blogging under. The good life, good family, good home and good marriage. This blog is about my life, my hobbies, my relationships and my family. I will never apologize that all areas of my life fall under submission (gasp…that word makes so many recoil…how narrow-minded of me….nah) of the Bible. I am a Christ follower…in that it’s a lifestyle baby. I don’t just go to church on a Sunday and check it off my religious duties. Every area of my life, marriage, home and family runs through the filter of Jesus and praise GOD I don’t have to go this life alone. Lord knows my twenties are enough to see that left to my own devices I ROYALLY and UTTERLY mess everything up.
I don’t plan on having regular features like “Tips Tuesday” or “Crafty Friday”. I don’t dare enslave my life to a blog ever again. You choose to come here and read and I pray that you are gracious in my blogging frequency and infrequency should I choose to take blogging breaks. I also need to make one big fat disclaimer. I HAVE ATROCIOUS grammar. I am sure you can see by now that I am a free flow writer. I think it, I write it. I have no clue if an apostrophe or God forbid a semicolon be needed. I hope you find it sweet and endearing instead of annoying and ignorant to which I am sure it is. But I will pretend you don’t secretly judge me.
Thank you all for starting this journey with me. I’m a feeler, your comments really do warm my heart and your vulnerability with me is so appreciated. I can’t promise I can acknowledge every comment but know that they are read and I am extremely empathetic. Your joys and your pains are FELT by me.
I also need to make three gigantic shout outs to the people that helped make this blog possible. First my extremely nerdy and devastatingly handsome husband who designed and programmed this blog. Second, the incredible artwork for my banner was custom painted by the crazy talented Jen Mancier of Tender Branch Studio (did you notice the trees representing our family? Even a little sprout for our sweet Jory) Finally the custom script was done by the amazing and oh so sweet and dear Kathleen Ostrom of Leen Jean Studio. Their links are at the bottom. Thank you all for taking my heart and aesthetic into your minds and hearts and making my blog look SO beautiful! I simply love it.
So I did it Kristie, I just wrote!!!!!!