I hope you all don’t mind, but I want to “get something off my chest”. I hate to use that expression because I feel like it carries a negative connotation but, for lack of a better expression…. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while, but every time I sit down to put my thoughts on paper, so to speak, I haven’t been able to clearly articulate what it is that I’m trying to say. I’ve been experiencing a lot of articulation challenges lately, so bear with me, Friends.
Here we go…rewind to the beginning of the year. I decided I wanted to refocus this blog and make it more about what matters most in my life. As you might have guessed, I’m very passionate about this fashion thing so I wasn’t ditching fashion, but fashion’s not my life. There’s more to me, as there is to each of us. So, I tweaked the direction to offer you a peek into the windows of my life. My attempts both here and on FASHIONdujourdaily TV have revealed mostly the good, some of the bad, and rarely the ugly of what goes on behind the scenes on the home front.
Here’s the problem…I feel like I’ve painted a picture of a perfect and stress-free life. The truth is, just like life happens to you, it happens to me too. I ave experienced those earth-shattering events that no one should have to endure. When I look in the mirror, I see
cellulite, blotches, flab flaws that I wish I could change. I have made bad choices that I’ll regret till the day I die. I have family drama. I’ve had days when I don’t have a dollar in my pocket or a drop of gas in my tank. I’ve had days when I don’t feel like getting out of bed. I’ve had days when the fear of my dreams makes me not want to go to bed. I’ve had days when I don’t like the person staring back at me when I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the glass. I’ve had days when I wonder if people will remember me when I’m gone. And I have just plain old bad days. But even still, through it all, I know that my good days far outweigh my bad days. I have so incredibly much to be thankful and grateful for and so I don’t believe on dwelling on nor giving power to the negative things in my life that I cannot change as this is the breeding ground for discouragement. Rather, I’ve made a conscious effort to share with you mostly the good times. After all, the media does a good enough job of beating us down from every angle, every day, all day.
The reason I felt it was important to mention this is that I get heaping handfuls of emails and comments from readers all over the world (still blows my mind) expressing how much they wish they could have the “effortless” life, wonderful husband, beautiful children, etc., that I have and I can’t help but think that coupled with these desires there must be some thread of discontent in their lives as they know it and my happy, carefree, “effortless” posts only adds another string to the bow of despondency. Why do I think this? Because I’m guilty of it too. When I flip through my favorite blogs, at times I find myself longing to have whatever it appears they have, and taking for granted all that I already have. Discouragement begins to seep in. It’s not a good feeling. So, this is me setting the record straight. I put my pants on one leg at a time just like you and I’m living the best life I can the best way I know how. My prayer is that through my experiences and lessons learned I can help encourage readers to Christ and to become better women, mothers, wives, friends, and sisters.
One final thought, and really the thing that motivated me to finally sit down and birth this baby (this blog post that is), was a Friend to Friend commentary titled, “The Tool of Discouragement”. What resonated with me was the following passage:
The valleys in life are lined with disappointment and discouragement. Some people seem to thrive on adversity, emerging from their valley with greater strength and deeper faith. Others stumble and fall, giving in to discouragement and dropping out of the race. The difference in outcome is determined by the way we choose to handle discouragement.
We must respond to each valley with trust and faith. The word “trust” means “to lie helpless, face down” and is the picture of a servant waiting for his master’s command or a soldier yielding himself to a conquering general. “Heart” refers to “the center of one’s being.” In other words, to trust God completely means that from the very center of our being, from the very core of our existence, we trust Him, totally abandoning ourselves in childlike faith to Him and His plan. We come to God, holding nothing in our hands, with one word in our heart – “whatever!” Whatever You want me to do, Lord, I will do. Whatever You want me to say, Lord, I will say. Whatever You want me to think, Lord, I will think. Whatever path You have for me, Lord, I will walk.”
If you are like me, you sometimes think you don’t have enough faith. The amount of faith is not nearly as important as the right kind of faith – faith in God alone. Faith does not rest on what we have done, but on what Christ has already done on the cross and in our lives. Faith builds on the victories of yesterday to help us face the valleys of today and the storms of tomorrow. Faith does not bypass pain. It does, however, empower us to deal with pain. Faith steps up to the bat and invites the opponent to throw his best pitch. Sometimes faith strengthens us, and other times, surprises us. Great faith is forged in the deepest valleys, beginning where our strength and power end.
Talk about edification! Enough of my blubbering, now, get out there and make it a great day!
Oh, in other news, I’m finally ready to tell you the little blog ideas I’ve been playing with. This post was far too lengthy for me to top it off with this, so stay tuned.