Sunday, November 21, 2010
A Shocking Confession
The only good news to come out of tonight was the fact that, for the first time in a very long time, I felt close to God. For a microsecond I felt like I had never drifted away. I found myself begging God for mercy, not only for my friend but for myself as well. Now the test comes. Will I continue to spend time with Him? Will I carve out a few moments of each day to return to my knees before His throne of grace? Here's hoping, right?
Friday, November 12, 2010
Worthwhile
Why is it that the people closest to us have the power to make us feel like dirt and a complete stranger or an old friend can lift us up with one kind word? What is it about human nature that allows us to treat the people we love with such disrespect? Why do we have this uncanny ability to shut off our own humanity in order to ignore another’s?
Then again, why do even we allow how we feel about ourselves to be dictated by the opinions of others? Why do we put people on such pedestals with such high expectations that their doomed to fall and fall hard?
Despite what it may look like on the outside, there are times that I feel like a complete failure, failure as a wife, a mother, a housekeeper, a Christian. You get the point. Notice how I didn’t include my political life even though we just lost big time. Or More than Moms or the neighborhood association? Sometimes I think I bring these things into my life so that I have an outlet where I don’t feel like a complete loser, where I’m appreciated, where I’m more like a superstar. Okay, maybe I’m reaching a bit, but again, you get the point.
One would have to argue though…Hillary, if you dropped all this other stuff, wouldn’t then have a ton of time to invest in your family so that you weren’t such a big fat L? While that may be a true statement, I’m not all that convinced that much would change. Sure, my house and my kids would be cleaner. I’d cook better meals and possibly be able to detach myself from my Blackberry, but wouldn’t I lose my identity in the process? Don’t get me wrong, I love being a mom (really I do), but I’ve fought hard to not just be a mom. I wanted to have an identity of my own, not just someone’s wife or mother. I’m certainly no June Cleaver but I’m not Peggy Bundy either. Maybe I’m going through my own little identity crisis right now…heck, maybe it’s a midlife crisis.
This morning I was sitting with a couple girlfriends talking about this very topic. Where does our self worth come from? The question arose: What do you do when you doubt if God loves you? One of the girls said that it didn’t seem like a relevant question to her because she’s never really struggled with it. But when you look at it from a little different perspective, it’s a perfectly reasonable question.
If we’re seeking our self worth in the eyes of others, our husbands, our kids, our friends and colleagues, then maybe that reveals a deeper issue within us…maybe we do doubt in God’s love for us, at least in his unconditional love for us. And that makes perfect sense to me. Of course I struggle with understanding his unconditional love for me because the only love I can comprehend is conditional. Love without reason is hard to find even amongst Christians. We constantly tie strings to our affections and it seems that the closer we are to someone, the more strings there are. I happen to believe that those strings are tied to expectations.
Whether we admit it or not, we set expectations for the people in our lives, normally much higher than they are even capable of attaining, and we get hurt. We allow those unmet expectations to define us, to determine how we feel about ourselves. It’s all one big fat lie, and yet we don’t recognize it. Even I struggle to see that. I allow myself to be hurt, to feel like a loser, to invite myself to countless pity parties for one. Just because someone I love treats me like I don’t matter doesn’t mean that I don’t, right? Why is it so hard to believe that?
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Clare Got Married!

I vividly remember chatting with Clare on the way back from Georgia (if you read my blog, you know what trip I am referring too, end of April 08). She was telling me about this guy she'd met online. Now I've always been quite skeptical on the online dating thing, but in this case, I'll let it pass. Mat is such a great guy, and absolutely 100% in love with one of my best friends.
Last August, Mat moved in with us and became a part of our family. It's been weird not having him trample up and down the stairs the last couple of days. Clare, of course, was already part of the family. My kids call her Aunt Clare, even though it's against my husband's will.
The wedding itself was beautiful, in all that it symbolized as well. Of course about 5 seconds after I arrived, I stepped on a stilleto heel and severely bruised my foot...nothing a liitle ice, ibuprofen, and booze couldn't solve. Actually wearing heels made it easier considering the bruise was in the arch of my foot.
Mat didn't cry, but it didn't matter. I still couldn't hold back. Thankfully, TJ broke the sappiness by tweeting a picture of the nuptuals from her unique perspective. Really, it wouldn't be a Mat & Clare wedding without twitter. But still, when Mat said his vows, not only to Clare, but to Reese too, I lost it...completely humbled by the display of grace at that altar. God was moving in that place.(And Mat & Clare were moving in different ways a little later).All in all, despite the mishap with my foot, it was a fantastic event. I knew you all would like the pic. As soon as I get a pic of the bride and myself, I'll post it here.

