One Woman's View on Life

The Christian Me

A place full of people

We’ve all seen the “quotes” about being alone in a room full of people. So many people share it because it resonates with so many people. Right? Yet each time we experience the feeling it’s like we are all alone on an island. One of the hardest things to do is to sit in the moment and realize that it is simply not true. That the enemy is speaking to us at that very moment telling us we are alone. This can bring up a few different things to talk about but here ate the 2 that first come to mind. 1. God calls us to be in relationship with others. 2. The enemy must find this a very easy way to compromise us as so many relate to this scenario.

Personally, I find it very difficult to do life with people. I wish that wasn’t the case but ya know it just is. People disappoint us every day all day long. They are human and hard to trust. They constantly say they are going to do one thing and then do the opposite. That is hurtful. It then make you feel like you are all alone.


I should be asleep…

I should be asleep already. I am tired enough and it is late enough but for some reason I think I should write something. I haven’t written anything in well over 2 years and here I am going 2 for 2. The funniest part is that this is probably just going to be a post about nothing. I’m not really fired up about anything today.

Of course today was the eclipse. I imagine that every body under that big old sun is writing something and posting pictures but honestly, it didn’t get me too fired up. Yes, I went outside and yes, I took pictures but they were unimpressive as most of my pictures are. I am not good at taking photos but just like my singing, just because I can’t doesn’t mean I won’t! Every once in a while I will capture a good shot and every once in a while someone will write a song I really like that is actually in my range and I can sing it.

A bit like my writing too. I’m not all that good or profound at writing. My opinions are not too popular most of the time and my grammar can be just downright awful but again, that doesn’t stop me from writing when I feel like it.

I guess I just figured out what this post is actually going to be about. Doing things because you can, because you want to, because you feel called to is pretty much what we’re are supposed to do in life right? What do they say “God doesn’t call the qualified, He qualifies the called.” Or something like that. Just because we aren’t an expert in something doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try. That is how we learn. No one starts off being perfect or the best. We have to work at it. I believe that this affliction is something that has been passed down from generation to generation in my family.

The affliction is perfectionism. The affliction is the expectation that we have to be the best from the get go and that if we have to work too hard for something we just aren’t going to be the best at it ever. I am trying to break this cycle with my child but it is not easy. This need to be the best a things immediately does not seem to be a learned behavior but rather an instinct. The need for control and for perfection seems to also be an instinct. At least I hope that is the case because I will be so disappointed in myself if that is what I taught my child in her formative years and did not even really know that was what I was doing. Honestly, I have not fully figured out how to get over this issue which makes it even that much more difficult to help her navigate through the waters. But this year we will make big strides towards accepting ourselves and our limitations and trying to pick out and identify the important things that will shape our future and concentrating on them. Focus on what is to come and create a game plan of hard work and dedication to get there.

A one year, a five year and a 10 year plan. We will make it!

Where is God in this?

Sigh. I lost a co-worker this weekend. One of my favorites. Were we close friends? No…but I will surely miss him. I will miss his quick smile. The smell of his chicken pots pies at lunch and the easy quick conversations about not much at all.

I kinda knew he was battling something and most days I was pretty sure he was winning. He had to be winning right? He showed up to work every day. He worked hard while he was there and he was a leader. Like all of us, he had his good days and not so good days. Some days he just acted strange but never…NEVER off like mean or anything like that. He was genuinely a nice guy.

A couple months ago he got a promotion. His first week doing that new job on his own he had an accident. An expensive accident for the shop. He made a mistake. So of course that demands a drug test. GUYS…HE PASSED! He couldn’t have known it was coming and he was never afforded an opportunity of time to cover up. I took him to the clinic myself. HE WAS CLEAN! I was relieved. I was thankful.

So how does this happen? I just sincerely don’t understand.

How do I go about life and not let myself believe the signs? Or worse yet, not see them at all? How do time and time again I miss them? This is not the first time I have felt like I have failed at being a friend. Am I THAT self absorbed that I can’t see what is happening around me? Or do I simply choose not to see it? Do I ignore it subconsciously? Or am I so naive that I don’t even understand the signs?

Pastor Danny mentioned in this week’s sermon about how God puts difficult people in our lives for US. So that we can learn things about ourselves through our experiences with them. He also said something that resonated deeply with me because I often think the same thing about going through the same thing over and over again and it is something like this: Man, I really wish I could learn this lesson already. Obviously I haven’t figured it out yet because I’m facing this same issue over and over again.

I can’t help but feel this way about this too.

I lost a dear friend of mine nearly 14 years ago to suicide. I was supposed to go check on her that day as her behavior had become worrisome to my other co-workers and they knew her and I were closer than most other co-workers. I didn’t go. She had addiction issues. I never thought they were all that bad. I was wrong.

I lost my husband 3 years ago. He’s not dead to anyone but me I suppose. I lived with him for close to 16 years and had NO IDEA until the last 3-4 months that he was using heavy drugs. I mean seriously. No clue. I thought he was cheating on me. He swore he wasn’t but he was. Not with a human but with something much worse. Had I figured it out sooner, the end of my marriage might have been extremely different.

Now Nick. I’m pretty sure that even if I figured this one out I would have had no influence over the outcome but what if I could have? Did I miss an opportunity to help a friend like I did in the other situations?

I have so many doubts. Is there a lesson I am missing? Am I failing as a friend? And I failing my God? What is the purpose in all of this? I want desperately to know. I have no idea where to even begin.

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Being a Christian Sales Person

So, those of you who have known me for a little while may know that I am a salesperson at heart.  It doesn’t really matter what I product I have, I like to sell it.  As a matter of fact, I sell everything right down to my personality.  How and why you ask.  Well, I don’t really know the answer to that.  Maybe it is because I am a last born.  I was always the only girl growing up.  I have 2 older brothers and my father was a firefighter at an Air Force Base.  My dad worked 24 hours on duty and then had 24 hours off duty.  My dad liked his toys and he kept us kids busy by taking us out to play on his toys.  My dad’s toys were boy toys.  You know things like boats and motorcycles.  So needless to say I was always doing “boy stuff” with a bunch of boys.  I didn’t have a whole lot of girl friends and I didn’t get to or want to do a whole bunch of girl things.  So when I actually wanted to go to girl things I had to be a pretty good sales person.  You should try talking 2 boys and a grown man (who often was a lot like a kid) into taking you to the mall to go shopping.  Not exactly the easiest thing to do and to be honest with you I wasn’t very successful at it most of the time but this is where I got the majority of my sales training.  It is also where I learned to have a thick skin.  I got shot down a lot but that never deterred me from trying.  I learned what I wanted and I also learned to not give up.

For the most part, those lessons have served me well over my short 42 years.  Usually I am pretty good at sales but lately I have been struggling and I am on a journey to figure out why.  I could blame the economy (that only lasts for so long), I could blame my circumstance (but then I would have to change them), and I could blame the product.  I am certain that I could blame a lot of different things but really what is to blame?

Could it be me?  How could it possibly be me?  I’m a GREAT sales person!  Right?  Maybe not.  Maybe I am not on the right path.  Maybe I am on the right path but the enemy is getting in my way.  I don’t know the answer to those questions but what I do know is that I will never know until I actually bring the question to God and then actually listen for his answer.

I am not going to sit here and lie to you.  Sometimes I pray before I start my day and sometimes I don’t.  Sometimes I even pray before I walk in to see a client, more often I don’t.  Sometime I just find myself screaming “Oh My God!” to myself in my car after being emotionally beaten down by a day of cold calling.  Sometimes I slam the phone down and cuss out the person I was just on the phone with because for some reason I think that actually might make me feel better. (It doesn’t.  It just let’s the rest of the people in my office know how frustrated I am that day.)  In all of these situations I never seem to listen for his answer.

So I guess the bottom line of this rant is that it is really down to me.  I am a salesperson at heart but I can’t sell God on my plan.  I have to buy into His plan.  His plan for me should be the ONLY thing that I am concerned about.  So instead of being the fast talking sales person that I have been all of my life, I really just need to shut up and listen and follow His will for me.  Easier said than done?  Yeah, you know it is but God doesn’t call me to be perfect, he calls me to be persistent.

Praying for my husband

Well friends, this just might be a little like bearing my soul here.  I’m really not sure exactly how comfortable I am with this but I am going to do it anyway.  Mondays are my self designated days to write about my Faith.  I can write about anything within that category and that is somewhat empowering.  Yet, at the same time that leeway I give myself is also somewhat stifling.  You see today I feel called to write about my marriage.  And, truth be told, it has been in a bit of turmoil lately.

IMG_1356I have been married to my husband for nearly 15 years.  Our 15th wedding anniversary is on February 6, 2014.  We were only together for roughly 10 months before we actually got hitched and I knew him for 6 months before we actually began our relationship.  I’m not really proud of how our relationship started because he was still married at the time.  I can make all kinds of excuses for myself and us in general but facts are the facts.  At that time in my life, I was not exactly in step with God.  Oh, I was a christian.  I knew God, Jesus and I truly believed but I truly did not follow.  It had been many years since I’d even made it to a church service.  It was the late 90’s and the god of this world (money, popularity, pleasure) was much more enticing.  I like to describe it like “Yeah, I knew God and He was always with me but I was not listening.”  My visual imagination actually sees God behind me, tapping me on the shoulder saying “Uh, Julie? You might not want to do that.” And then I see myself saying “Yeah, Yeah, I got this. Don’t worry I know what I’m doing.” I never even look back at him.  I just brush him and his touch off of my shoulder and plow through my miserable life.  Well okay, let’s be honest, at the time I actually believed that it wasn’t miserable.  Now I look back and say, “WOW!  Not exactly your proudest moments there Jules.”

Now, let’s fast forward to today.  Is my life perfect?  Yeah, NO.  Unequivocally, NO.  Do I struggle?  Ummm…let’s give that a HELL YES I DO!  Every single day.  Is today harder than yesterday?  Some days that is a yes and some days, by the grace of God, no. Now, let’s look at my marriage and answer that same questions.  It truly is no different.  Some days are good days, some days are VERY good days.  Some days are bad days and then there are those days that are just so bad, so very very bad that I wonder why I am even doing this.  This is turmoil.

I was in a bible study a few years back (Beth Moore’s Breaking Free Study…AMAZING!).  At the beginning of this study she said, (paraphrased of course but if you can imagine her sweet southern accent) “Ladies, the enemy does NOT want you to finish this study.  The enemy WILL come for your weakest link in your faith.  Know this and do not let him deter you.”  OMG…was she ever right?  The enemy wasted no time coming for that weak link for sure.  And can you just guess what my weakest link was?  Yep, you guessed it.  My marriage.  The enemy nearly destroyed it that time but by the true Grace of the Almighty God the enemy did not win that battle.  As a matter of fact, God truly did win that battle with such the impressive win.  Because not only, did I finish that bible study but my husband actually began a bible study and made the decision that he too believed that Jesus was the son of God.  For some of you reading this you might think that that isn’t THAT impressive but let me assure you, it certainly was.  My husband was not brought up with any kind of real knowledge of Jesus and God was just some name that was given to “A higher power”.  So when Daren came home after that first bible study and started asking questions I was so excited that I could hardly contain myself but of course I didn’t act like it.  You know I was all nonchalant.  Well, as best as I could be being the girl who wears ALL of her emotions on her sleeve ALL of the time.  But this whole process with my husband was even better than the gift of knowing that I get to spend not just the rest of my life with him but because he now accepted Jesus Christ as his savior I get to spend eternity with him as well. God’s little gift to me for all the stress and anguish that battle caused me.

How did I thank God?  Oh, well I was a really good girl for a while.  As good as I wanted to be I suppose.  God asked me to do certain things and I did them and he asked the same of Daren and he did them too.  But 6 months into it Daren and I hit another brick wall.  We weren’t seeing things eye to eye, I resented him, he resented me.  You know, all the stuff that makes a marriage not work.  That sneaky enemy.  Seriously!  Daren and I were just doing life, going to church, talking the talk but were we actually walking the walk?  I think not.  Looking back at that time, I can’t tell you exactly what went wrong other than we just weren’t connecting and all the other usual stuff.  It got really bad around Christmas and New Years.  That year I actually rang in the new year in the spare bedroom in bed crying.  I thought to myself, “Well, this is going to be one hell of a year!”  Oh, I must tell you it was.  There is no doubt in my mind that night was very close to the start of a very difficult season in my life.  It was near the beginning of a season that I am still in.

I am trying to take inventory of the good stuff while amongst this season (See my Thankful Thursday posts) but some times it takes a very long look to find something to be truly grateful.  Is it because God’s gifts are not readily ours?  No, no I don’t believe that at all.  What I do believe is that the enemy is like a terrorist that kidnaps us and puts a sack over our heads so that we cannot see the gifts and miracles that God gives us every day.  Maybe it is during those times that we have to just close our eyes and see the visions that God gives us of our gifts.  Maybe it is in that darkness that God reveals himself to us and it takes some of our worst moments to get us so down that there is where he will meet us.  Not because that is the only place he is but rather that is the only place we will search for him, that we will listen to him, that we will believe him.

I don’t know, I am no scholar, especially when it comes to the bible.  I haven’t even read the whole bible…yet.  But I do know that God reveals himself to me most often when I am either in the bowls of disrepair or when I’m seeking him daily.  Maybe I am having an epiphany right now but I am starting to somewhat comprehend the meaning of Fearing God because right now in this moment, I’m actually starting to Fear God.  Well, maybe not him so much as the lack of him.  When I look at the ebbs and flows of my life and identify when I have been ignoring him or rather not seeking him, those are my darkest times.  I fear not feeling his presence.  I fear not hearing from him.  Yet the definition of Faith according to The Free Dictionary by Farlex is

faith  (fth)

1. Confident belief in the truth, value, or trustworthiness of a person, idea, or thing.
2. Belief that does not rest on logical proof or material evidence.
So, believing in God, believing God and trusting that he is there, that he is with me and that he has my best interests in mind even when I cannot see, hear, touch or feel Him is FAITH. It is that belief in him,  my faith, that will keep me returning to him.
So, now coming full circle and to the topic of the post.  Praying for my husband. How does all of this relate to that?  Well, my marriage is in turmoil again.  Together, as a couple we have been ignoring God.  We have gotten so caught up in this world that we have just been going through the motions.  We go to church (when we feel like it), we tithe (what we want, when we feel like it), we pray (when it is convenient) and we talk the talk (when it is necessary). These are all areas that we together need to work on.  We both know this.  It is  not a secret by any means but still we don’t talk about it.  Not really anyway.  And this is where my prayer comes in.  It is my duty and responsibility to pray; to pray for myself, to pray for my husband, to pray for my children, to pray for my family and friends and to pray for this world.  It is my duty and responsibility as a wife to pray for my husband.  By this standard alone, I have not been a very good wife.  I have not been praying for him as I should.  I have failed him and my marriage immensely.  So, today, I am recommitting myself to this prayerful practice.  I will pray for my husband daily.  I will ask God to hold him tightly, speak to his heart constantly and show me how to love him as God intended me to love him.  I will ask God to change me, to change my heart, to change my reactions toward my husband and then I will let him.  You see while I know that God is always with me and I believe that God can work miracles I also know that I am the one thing that ,more often than not, stands in God’s way.  God gives us free will so if we refuse his miracles and we refuse to believe him and we refuse to get out of his way and let him work, we only are hurting ourselves and also the ones that we love.  I will never forget my girlfriend Sarah saying “I believe that we need to get down on our hands and knees and pray for our husbands and our marriages because when we are in that stance we are then out of His way and not standing between God and our husbands.  This way he has free access to work on our husbands without us screwing it all up.”  Okay, so maybe that wasn’t an exact quote but that is what I heard anyway!   And you know it all makes sense that way.  I can see it, I am a very visual person so when I can see it, it all becomes very clear to me.  I need to get out of God’s way and let Him work because I cannot affect change.  I am merely an obstacle in this scenario.
I love my husband.  Sometimes so much that it is physically painful.  I have let my identity become so entwined with his that I forget who I am.  I believe that this is one of my personal problems.  This is something that God is and will continue to deal with me on.  I believe that this has caused problems in my marriage and that I am so scared of change that it is going to be very painful to reverse this issue but more than that, I believe that God has a plan for me.  God knows what he want for me and He will use all of this pain and all of my mistakes for His Greater Glory.  I trust God.  This is my faith.

Thankful Thursday, My Family

Today is the first of hopefully many Thankful Thursday submissions from me.  I am imagining that most days I will be able to find this day’s adventure of writing easier than others.  The writing part that is.  Probably not so much the finding the time part.  You know though, the other day I asked God to find me the time if he wanted me to write and the even weirder thing, he did.  Seriously, he has come through everyday with time for me to write.  It is just that sometimes, like yesterday, I don’t take that time.  I almost didn’t write tonight either.  I got distracted by the internet.  Yeah, I said the whole internet and not just one specific thing on the internet but rather Facebook is a gateway to the rest of the place and before you know it I’ve watched 2 videos, looked at countless pictures and Ads for diet stuff.  Laughed at some jokes and read some recipes.  Then I realize, oh my gosh!  I am wasting my writing time.  So here I am now, writing my thing at 11 pm.  Well guess what, that is all part of it I suppose.  At least I am writing now and at least I gave myself another new beginning today.

I guess this all leads up to my thankful list because I can think of at least 3 things I am thankful for right off the top of my head and once I get started I’m sure there will be more.

1.  My God, I am so thankful for him.  I am thankful for his forgiveness, his unconditional love, and his blessings that he pours out to me daily.

Sunset on beautiful Lake Manitou

Sunset on beautiful Lake Manitou

2.  My first blessing is my family.  I’m talking Daren, Brittany, my Mom, Chris, Lisa & Madison, and Cory.  I am thankful for the people who love my family too.  I am thankful that each person in my family is different but we all are accepting, forgiving and stubborn.


3. My friends and I am so thankful to call them many.  I never knew how many friends I had until a month  ago when my dad died.  I was blown away at the generosity and love that so many shared.

4.  Technology.  I love my gadgets.  I love being able to stay connected everywhere.  (I know it is shallow but I believe we all have shallow parts and this is my confession.  lol)

5.  Coffee.  For those of you who know me, you are not surprised by the top 5 appearance of this jem.  I am a coffee snob and I prefer mine and my mothers to anyone’s.  There is always a cup waiting for you at my house.