As I sit, ponder and let my mind wander, I think of all of you reading this 2017 message. Each of my Facebook friends and all 996 of you that follow my blog. I want to pour out extra love to everyone going through their sprinkling of brutal and beautiful as I did three years ago. Couldn’t that be all of us? Isn’t life imperfectly perfect? What a brut-iful life we are living here in the stunning Okanagan Valley! A sprinkle of brutal, but ALWAYS beautiful!
Three years ago, I walked with my mom as she was being released into heaven. I walked as a daughter, an advocate, a pain reliever, a massager, a water getter, a midwife and had to make phone calls that I never thought I would have to, I think back at how brut-iful these moments were. Brutal moments where I just have to lie down and cry and beautiful moments where I lie down and rejoice! All magically weaved together into living each day with the gift of grief.
My boys were playing in their “Astronomer’s Lair” a few days ago, and I was very surprised to walk in and see them playing with old Tupperware bins. I experienced one of my brut-iful moments when they proceeded to inform me that the extra bed was a place for their beloved Nana. It was a lying down rejoicing and crying kind of moment! The boys were 2, 4 and 6 when my marvelous Mama went to heaven, but she is still very much present in our lives! It is slowly moving from brutal memories into beautiful moments. Don’t underestimate your power to leave an impact on peoples lives!
As I send you wishes for an healthy, energetic, adventurous 2017 filled with dreams, may you savour all your brut-iful moments knowing that they are neither good nor bad, they just are.
Day by day.
Living EVERY day.
There is a great myth in this world that hard stuff is bad stuff.
A myth that makes us perseverate on the bad and prohibits us from realizing the greater changes that could occur through this hard stuff.
Like working out physically hard at the gym, our bodies are capable of great changes by adding resistance and effort to breakdown our muscles so they can be built up stronger.
When dealing with the hard stuff that comes up in our life, our minds are capable of using these difficult times to create breakthrough and change our lives.
This story is just surfacing to share and bring freedom that is created when a breakdown can create a breakthrough.
Hindsight is 20/20 and there is nothing like watching death unfold to provide hindsight.
Two months after my mom died, it was the season of winter, outside and inside my soul. The cold had settled in. It was dark.
Two months after my mom died, I sat down and made a decision.
Would I allow her life and death fill me with bitterness or anger or would incredible good come from a life well-lived?
I chose finding the greater good, trusting God’s goodness and greater plan. It was an easy choice as a wise counsellor had been teaching me about not judging things as either good or bad, but just noticing them. In this choice, I daily looked for good while still rowing my boat of grief in the waves of sadness. Every day, great goodness kept unfolding in front of us.
For this breakthrough moment in that cold, wintery day, I am incredibly grateful. It has not only provided trips of our dreams, a business that uses all my gifts, amazing nutritional products to fuel our bodies, but an incredible opportunity to grow personally.
For all we can do.
For the ways we can be.
With daily discipline.
And humility from the lessons of life
Breakdown creating breakthrough.
Merry Christmas from our boys:
Three Year Old Magic Carpet Rider
Seven Year Old Bumps & Jumps
Five Year Old Snowball
Laughter in the midst of tears.
Winter amidst the desert.
Rowing my boat of grief.
Riding my skis down the slopes.
Taking it ALL in.
Living it now!
Deal with it now rather than later.
I ain’t no sweeping it under the carpet kind of girl.
But I do love riding the magic carpet too!
God is gracious to give me these three amazing boys.
I love you Magic Carpet Rider, Bumps & Jumps and Snowball.