Every woman has a dream. Every woman has the life she imagines. She populates the thought of it with holy silence, attentive prayer, an able body, a timeless, pure mind and achievements through actions.
She also has the life she actually lives with more than her fair share of reality- heaping doses of life’s minutia to claw her down and hold her in place.
All one needs to do is look at her dishes and laundry. Over and over and over again, the potential means of her sanctification, but usually just her continued frustration. She doesn’t need freed from the mundane. She shouldn’t seek separation from the monotony.
What she is really desiring is a heaping dose of perspective, the perspective that it’s all worth it: every dish, every load, every working hour, every assignment, each wiped bum and every minute of lost sleep.
Somehow, her faith in God shows her that all these losses of personal time and self are gains of eternity and other, and so it all sits right again for a minute.
But what if her rut is so deep that she isn’t even imagining her better life? What if she is so spent and run utterly on fumes that she might cease serving and caring, loving and living with devotion and dreams?
It happens. It happens a lot. I can happen to you and can happen to me.
She needs the practical feedback that she’s moving forward, climbing and notching out progress toward her eternal goal.
Don’t you think though that each day is laced with ruts, crevasses and caverns in which to become fully entrapped and resent your motherhood? The Father of Lies starts cranking the pity party machine to make you spiteful and self-sabotaging just as soon as your eyes open each day.
Just today, my kids have been bonkers. Literally, driving me a bit crazy and I am getting no where fully realizing I could cave and eat horribly (actually there’s no junk in the house so that would be hard), lay down and wallow in my bed ignoring them in a negative emotional state or dive into the shallow waters of social media and numb myself up for a while.
Nah! No way am I going to soften and cave and so I tell myself:
Rise up woman!
Claim your place!
Rise up mother!
Get gritty and courageous!
Rise daughter of the King!
Gather your strength and engineer your goals.
Be realistic and get resourceful.
“Find your forward” or forever wish you had,
Every day women book a slot to chat with me to get clearer on what they have to work with or what is working against them. I can help steer you and cheer you on. You are not alone. Not a bit. I would love to hear your voice and pray with you offering you what I know on a call in the near future. You can begin again to finally and fully uncover the life you imagine. Book a free chat and let’s get you out of that rut forever!
You wake up and think that maybe today will be different. Surely it must! The streak of disappointment and discontent has to end somewhere…or does it?
You think that it’s time the clouds of family life will part and the sun will shine bright on a ton of undistracted, perfectly connected progress for you.
You feel like there’s no where to go down any further in your lack of production; producing the good fruits of the Christian life in body and soul.
You feel thwarted and trapped.
Another day unravels the minute it begins, AGAIN!!
You’re at this point already sipping on sugar and caffeine, snapping at children, burdened beyond belief just to make a few calls, hustle kids to another activity and pay bills which bring your balance near the red.
But, it’s designed by you.
After all, you’re the adult!
No one told you to stress out doing more kid activities, to buy more addictive, artificially colored and flavored foods, to turn on the television and hook the kids into something so maybe they won’t fight and to bury yourself in the shallows of social media.
You chose to.
No one is the adult in your home more than you. If you aren’t going to call the shots which cultivate truth, beatify and goodness for your family in body and soul, who will?
It’s time you take a good hard look in the mirror and decide that there’s another way forward.
There’s more truth to uncover and live.
Every single choice is holding you in a place of just surviving or scaling you up to thriving.
IT’S THAT SIMPLE.
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly. John 10:10
You are being taken for your joy.
Your zest is being stollen daily.
Your ability to live well is dying off.
Do something about that today before it’s too late.
For abundance and life,
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You come back from the class, the group or the conference. You are a CHANGED WOMAN.
You see it all so clearly: how things were, and how they now will be.
Everything you do is infused with your new inspiration: the way you rise in the morning, how you tackle the dishes and the routine that will revolutionize the kids hitting the hay.
And then, one of your kids knocks a full glass of juice to the floor.
You feel a sharp pang of the old frustrated and impatient you, but in an act of the will you take it with power and poise.
Then you remember that the baby is fussy, teething and nursing to no end. There is a flash of annoyance and the familiar feeling of a trap, but you feel your new power and swallow it quickly down as if it won’t add up and consume you.
But then, a deeper blade: you hear in your husband’s voice some condemnation for why things aren’t in order. Things are undone or never undertaken and you’ve managed nothing of greatness on the day, much less a shower.
And the unspoken word says "So, you’re a changed woman, huh? I’ve heard it all before. We both know you’ll be back to your old mess soon, so trash that fantasy that you were going to wear a cape and accomplish anything!
Add so the cycle of would-be transformation plays out again and again.
And each time you’re brought shocked and reeling back to your old reality…
Each time you hit the end of the tether you thought you’d broken…
You’re tempted to believe that maybe your true place is here in the mud after all. Maybe motherhood is just so messy that you should wallow and sulk.
Something shrivels inside and the callous around you thickens.
But know this: you, there in the mud isn’t proof of failure, or some indicator of your "true place in the world."
You've just failed (so far) to anchor that transformation properly.
You must consummate the feeling of transformation with the acts of transformation and you need true FORMATION to learn to gracefully do that.
At any age and any stage you can stand on the mountain and rise up from the pit.
I live it and love it and will show YOU, yes you, HOW!
I sure hope you’re not hating.
I sure hope you know by now how to hold your tongue.
I sure hope you banish your nasty thoughts.
I sure hope you keep your cruelty in check.
What if I told you that a lot of Catholic women can’t do this yet? What!! Isn’t this crucial to being virtuous and making progress spiritually?
Well, it is, but a lot of women withhold some ground in this regard as if it were to sacred to touch.
That ground is YOU sister! You HATE on yourself!
You don’t let your attained virtue get close enough or penetrate YOU, as if you’re somehow outside of your own system of virtue.
You apply the rules of love to others, but you’re your own version of UNWORTHY.
Yep, so the hater in you is gonna hate.
What if there was a way to free you up from this cycle and power you forward to feelings of overwhelming gratitude and love for YOU?
It all reminds me of my nephew who just visited over lunch and said he hates cherry BBQ sauce.
I asked him if he loves cherries? “Yes,” he replied.
I asked him if he likes BBQ sauce? “Yes,” he replied.
“Then how do you know you wouldn’t like cherry BBQ sauce since you haven’t tried it?”
Well, most of you haven’t tried the award-winning combination of selflessness and self-care.
They do, in fact, go together!
You can be both selfless and care about yourself.
I work with moms everyday to help unlock the mystery of them showing up for themselves spiritually, physically and nutritionally.
This has ramifications because the hate is converted to love, self-love in a right and ordered sense as derived from an all good and loving God in whose image YOU are created.
I cannot tell you how powerful it is when you stop hating…on yourself!
“For freedom did Christ set us free: stand fast therefore, and be not entangled again in a yoke of bondage.” Gal. 5:1
In His loving grip,
P.S. Book a strategy call with me NOW, so you can break the bars of the self hating bondage. You deserve better and you are better than this. Let mercy flow unto yourself…NOW!
Who me? Yes, you!