In the bubble of chaos…

Time has passed since my last blog post. My pounding heart has come back to a regular rhythm. It is Feb again. As I sit calm and look out at the rainy day, my mind wanders to last year at this time. I was in a whirlwind of Business and living… I thought I knew my surroundings and never dreamed that the chaos I feared would rear its ugly head and take a slash through my world. I start to feel my heart race as I realize that one year ago, I sat calm and happy and was oblivious of the crisis that was to be in my immediate future. It was March 2nd that I was thrown over the cliff in my clear plastic bubble of chaos. Placed on a path that had no bearing on the world I had known. Cast off so suddenly that there was no prep time, no way to grasp the validity of what had happened and no point of reference to gauge where I was or what would happen next. At first I just tumbled around in the capsule a wild mess. Scared, and set apart from everyone. Nothing my loved ones said could reach into that clear bubble capsule and penetrate my space. I saw only through the haze of plastic everything continuing in life; but I rolled by unnoticed. The desperation crept in as I realized that no one could reach me; they could wave, yell, run beside the bubble as it rolled, but no one could stop it or get me out. I was truly alone on this wild ride. The bubble capsule continued to roll day and night. Never stopping… just sometimes a slow roll through a flat space where out of pure exhaustion I would sit down and rest, only to get a crazy gust of wind that would push me faster again and rouse me to another dizzy day of crazy.  From inside the capsule I had no control… I could sometimes press hard on the bubble and it would lean in one direction, but any little bump in the road caused it to bounce and turn. There was no rhyme or reason to the path– just crazy twists and turns. At some moments it felt as if I was being pulled by an invisible line, which at any moment may be jerked tight and cause me to catch my breath over a quick flight that landed in a hard bounce… Several times I had the wind knocked out of me when the capsule would land hard over bumps or turns, but I gained my breath again quickly as there was no time for recovery on this road of chaos.

Even though I felt out of control and like I was watching the world from a foggy plastic shell– I was not hurt physically. As the days went by I learned how to control the capsule some…. not very well, but able to use some focused energy to lean toward a somewhat consistent path. As the path widened, I one day came to a sudden fork in the road. I leaned left with all my might causing my capsule to take a quick turn and BOOM! I had run over a metal spike that punctured the capsule. As suddenly as the capsule had engulfed me it was dissolving around me. The air felt piercing and the world was loud. Sounds that I had longed to hear- seemed abrasive in this moment of sudden clarity. I walked, then ran….. then sat and cried- the ride was over, I was out. Everything felt new and overwhelming. I faced new opportunity and while excited I was also terrified. Am I strong enough…. am I good enough? The capsule had become a familiar prison that I hated at first, and now struggled not to feel small without the idea of its walls. I bolstered my courage and struck out on my new adventure. Talking to myself with words of courage and embracing the  engaging words of those who loved me and were happy to see my capsule dissolved. The ones who had run beside my capsule, now walked beside me. I had lost some along the way and it was clear who was with me now. It was a new day!

As the next 6 months unfolded, it turns out that I had found myself in a new job which posed an environment similar to what I imagine a coal mine– very toxic and riddled with intense hardship testing my mental and emotional fortitude at every turn. Every time I thought I was gaining some ground, I would get reassigned to another new area to labor hard and long with no help or direction. there was much ridicule during this time by outsiders, I tried to keep my eyes fixed on the edge of the ridgeline, where the mountaintop met the sky, but it was difficult to breathe in the mine, and I often broke down in tears of despair. My hope was so shredded at the basic level, I leaned heavily on the strength of my core group to remind me that there was more outside the mine.

Then on a sunny day when I was just dredging along the best I could, I got a message that my days in the mine were over. I was shocked, but perplexed. While I was trying to decide what I would do next… I got the phone call. My application was approved for my next journey. In a matter of hours, I had been set free from the mine and moved to a new path in the valley. Good grief…. I must marvel at times the pace at which my life journey takes place! My time in the plastic capsule made me appreciate the raw air of the mine….. the drudgery and hardship of the mine made me appreciate the sweet grass of the valley, even though the dirt path is rough and basic… I am walking, breathing and taking in every sound.

So….. back to my rainy post of writing…. due to the sensitive nature of my journey, I must share through parable and protect the onlookers that may be watching. I am beyond grateful and quiet in my spirit today to share this moment of reflection with you from a resting place on my path.  The message is a reminder for me: Take in the moments….. use them for what you can. Don’t dread the future or live in the past! Life must be felt at all cycles – ride the waves of the tempest, so that you can appreciate and welcome of the sunny shore.

Journey on…



Pounding Heart—

We all have epic moments of terror during our lives that insight trauma in our minds….

Pounding Heart…. Pounding Head……..thoughts throb one cumbersome mess at a time, my blood runs cold then hot with each surge through my veins….

“This cannot be happening. This is not real. Bad dreams come and go”, I say– as if to comfort myself amidst the unprecedented evil turn of events that I am facing. “you will rise…. be strong and courageous– Do not cower or quiver under the strain– use your head, be rational” I state aloud, while trying to make a case that rational thought will explain the piercing reality of pain away.

Grief comes in waves of grey and blue with an occasional red blast of hot stinging pins to my heart…
I close my eyes and wish that sleep or a waking comma will take me from reality for a little while. My soul needs rest, my mind needs Peace. Then I wonder….maybe God keeps me from ultimate rest because my battle has been (continues to be..) so intense over the last several years, that if I rested or fell asleep- then I would lose my edge. So possibly I am kept in a state of vigilance to protect me from the ever- present destroyer and his brood of evil doers that lurk nearby.

People say…. “you can’t ever be too careful– plan for the worst so you will be prepared”.  I did not do that. I believed in the good, the hard worker and the truth of loyalty. I have not chosen negativity and brooding distrust because I possess this undying expectation that there is joy and happiness to be found. I believe in what others are CAPABLE of and push them to that excellence. I choose to see the glimmer of hope in a grey environment. The sun does not shine daily, but the warmth once felt can be harnessed in one’s soul for the dark days. I choose to believe Love always wins and rules in the end; love will cover the wounds of the broken. I trust that there is rest for the weary and heavy laden…. but in reality, many are weary and I am stronger than most.  My testing is brutal, my wounds bleeding, but my heart pounds strong and undaunted by the thunder of the storm. Is this my downfall? This undying hope, the atrophy of a relentless warrior spirit? I was born for war…. I dare not struggle to choose weakness now.

All questions loom and swirl, but most will not be answered. The plight of a warrior is to forge on through the battle that rages one dark wave after another. Victory will be derived from building a sequence of small victories. Today the victory is as small as Breath, Body Armour, light to see the enemy and food for the soul from the encouragement of a friend.

Take heart! … for you did not die in battle today — you will live strong to fight again tomorrow.

New Year–

I aam starting this blog post with thee full knowledge that I have not written anything in a full year. As I wrap up 2015 I am sobered by how messy life is and how fast it can change. 
This year has been a roller coaster. Here are some of the highlights:
* I thought I found love…I pursued it for a while, wrapping my thoughts around the process of involving another person in my life. It was good for me to feel love for the first time in a long time. I ended the relationship when I realized that it was lacking some profound basics that I could not be without. I decided that it will be difficult at best to find a person that can truly show the kind of dedication to me that it will take for me to let them into my ever changing and radically dramatic existence. This man was not ready for the dedication it would take to let me fly free to be the kind of mother I need to be while still keeping steady with the type of support that I need to depend on. On top of that, I had the challenge of the person that I was spending time with being someone that my ‘ex’ hated and had made a horrifically untrue story up about that being the reason that our marriage ended. While untrue– this I realized was a fatal flaw that my kids would not be able to move past the lie and I was not willing to lose them while they came to the truth on their own. Much better for me to let go…
In 2015, I sought God anew and prayed for breakthrough. God showed his mighty hand in my life. The following were the high level items, that only by Gods Mighty Hand was I able to come through … none of these are things that are “solved”, but they have been set in motion successfully and I am looking for the ending that will Tag the Win. 
– I was able to negotiate a custody arrangement with my ex that stopped the battle.

– I turned a corner with one of my long-time friends, and while the relationship is not repaired from the violent battle that ended our comfortable sisterhood, it is on it’s way to a new place.

-My son got caught up in some bad things, but God miraculously saved him from a life in prison. 

-The relationship that I had, I ended with a better understanding of who I am as a Woman of Faith and adult with my own goals. God did promise me in 2014 that if I ended that relationship that he would release me from the prison that I have called home for my ADULT years.

-In prayer I asked for “strength to fly out of the chaos” for my son, God answered in the final hours of the year.

-When I couldn’t take my job any longer and burnout was creeping in… God showed His mighty hand and swept me away into a new place– oddly enough just 30 days prior to big changes in my company that would have affected me greatly. 

-I am on a pathway to ‘cleaning up the financial mess’ that has rocked me for so long. Paperwork has been put in motion to navigate these waters. 

-One of my true Soul Sisters was brought back to me– the restoration was amazing and unexpected. I thought a part of me died when she rejected me in 2012- three years later we are growing together again.

– I have navigated a year with ‘sharing’ my children with a man that despises my existence. There was a time that I did not think that I would be able to survive this battle daily, and now I am not afraid. This was largely due to the Freedom that I received through deliverance and prayer on my trip to Cali this year. 
For the new Year:
I am asking my Father for a lit pathway through the dark woods of this life. I care not to wander at my own design or fall into a bog because the fog was so thick that I could not see. I don’t want to blindly love someone only to have wasted another year. Time was needed for me to find my inner desire, but I want someone to share my journey with. I ask for Wisdom to see the pitfalls before they come. Clarity in any decision that comes my way. Protection from the Enemy for my mind and heart. Strength to Battle thee forces that fight for my children and my soul. A partner that will stand side by side with me in any battle I face. One that is worthy to share my journey and shows it — believes in Justice, Loyal, and Pursuant of my Fathers Will in their own rite. I don’t want to lead a man, I want to stand by one. I want to partner- I want to be his co-hort in life. I want to know that if we walk through fire– our bonds cannot be broken. I want to add to his life in a way that excites him on all levels- mental/soulful/emotional/spiritual and body. This is not impossible. I have seen it done- but the rarity of this makes it seem elusive and fabricated for fairy tales. After several years of intense mayhem, I have come to see the picture of my adult life timeline as this. 
1992 — all possibility lay before me

1993 — wandered

1994 — met/married a man that inspired me for many reasons- the excitement took me places. The challenge was accepted.

1995 — a STAR was born; A son of song and light

1996 — Life became intense

1997 — Abandoned and Stripped of Power

1998 — A Star is born into Darkness; A son of Truth

1999 – 02 : Roller Coaster in the Dark with only the light of a burning lantern

2002 — A Star is born into Chaos and Pain; A son of Peace

2003 – 06 : Life in a Sea of Stormy Weather – a raft with holes to float in

2007 — A Star is born enshrouded in death and fog.

2008 — I walked in Heavy mist until a new Star was born with a brilliant Rainbow Crown

2009- 12: A climate of desert and hot wind assaulted my senses while I huddled beneath the olive tree with my children

2012 – 15: A war-torn landscape and prolonged battle raged. 

2016 — Will this be the year of Victory? Only my Father knows every struggle and each flower that sprung up from the sobs of grief that have wracked my mind and heart. I have run out of tears. I am creating new armor for the battle will always rage, but I am no longer the prison forced to fight for my masters gain. I am free to fight for mine…. and I will Dance with Joy and Praise with each small Victory land I take . My message– “GEAR UP”– MY motto — “Be brave in the face of your enemies- have courage to love in the face of adversity – Be Kind to others – Fight for your ground.”
Change is here– will you accept the challenge to Find new ground?