Restoration

A sweet, life-long friend of mine posted this on Facebook today, and I couldn't bear to not share it:


In God's timing He restores everything in ways SO GOOD…you could not dream them up yourself.

How perfect is that? How TRUE is that? We can't even dream how great our God is, or how perfect his plans are. Restoration is a key topic in my life these days. My relationship with my recently divorced husband is being restored. Some days, the process is much slower than I am comfortable with. Some days I find myself frustrated and alone...as if I'm the only one interested in rebuilding the relationship with the man I gave myself completely and totally to, almost 4 years ago. The man with whom I stood in front of 250 people and said forever to. I know, forever...something I should've considered before I signed the divorce papers, right? Trust me, I did. Ending my marriage wasn't an easy decision. It was a necessary decision. I've learned, through a series of painful events, that God doesn't always take us down the path we envisioned for ourselves, or even the path that we thought He mapped out so clearly for us.

I remember the way I felt on the day I married Tim. I walked down the aisle, confident and proud. I held my head high. I knew what I was doing, and I was more than ready to do it. We had spent the previous 5 1/2 years building a great relationship. We faced challenges unlike many other young, dating couples. Tim had walked with me down some of the darkest roads I have faced in the entire 26 years I've been on this planet. We had been present for so many of each others failures and successes. I was able to hold his hand as he dealt with the most one of the most painful injuries a person can go through. We carried each other through a lot of new experiences, both good and bad. Naturally, I said “yes” when he knelt down at Lake Hefner and asked me if I loved him enough to spend the rest of my life with him.

He’s a good man. Even through our arguments and disagreements with regard to a divorce, my opinion of him never wavered. He’s not perfect, and neither am I. No one knows better than he and I that it took both of us to get to the breaking point that we reached in March. There was a gigantic hole in our relationship that was a result of both of our shortcomings. I have and will continue to refer to that hole as unhappiness. There was no joy. How are we supposed to live without joy?

The Bible says that the joy of the Lord is our strength. It’s our strength…our reason for living and breathing…and it’s what wakes us up each morning. But it also says in James chapter 1: “Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.” God knew exactly what He was doing. The trials weren’t meant to harm us, but to test and build our faith, which in turn makes our joy complete.

I want my joy. And I also want the love of my life. Both of our hearts have been softened, and we are on a sometimes slow, sometimes fast track to complete restoration. I will always stand by my decision to file for divorce. If that is what it took to light a fire under each of us, then so be it. No one changes overnight, and no one is perfect. But every now and then, God gifts us with a little extra dose of compassion to shower on the ones we love. Even when we think it’s the last thing they are worthy of, the fact of the matter is they are worthy. If even in all of our sin we are worthy of the Father’s love, then surely we are worthy of each other’s love as well.

For the few people that will see this, I pray that you would pray. Specifically, pray that we would be surrounded with love and support. The challenge of reuniting families is proving to be a difficult task. I think I know better than anyone how NOT EASY this is. It took so much for me to follow through with a divorce…and now to go back on it is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Secondly, I selfishly request that you’d pray for me to not worry. I have spent the last 9 months of my life worrying. Worrying about whether things would work out, worrying about whether my husband would ever figure out how to make me happy, worrying if my parents will let me come stay with them again, worrying about asking my family to help me move for the 4th, 5th, 6th time, worrying about where I’m going to live after my current “option” runs out, worrying about how I’m going to survive until the next payday, worrying about how Tim and I can seamlessly reunite our lives...I have worried about everything. I was blessed to have sat in on a great sermon at my grandmother’s small-town church yesterday, during which the young interim pastor said, “Stop worrying. It’s a sin.” I am desperate to give up my worry. Desperate.

Thank you Lord, for restoration. It’s a beautiful gift that I do not feel deserving of. Please take my worries from me Jesus. I place them all in your care, knowing full well that you will put them all to rest in helping me to focus my heart on you and the future you have for me.

I LOVE FIREWORKS.

I had a wonderful wonderful Fourth of July holiday with my family.  We really like each other a lot.  And it is SO cool!  The day started with waking up way too early for a Belgian Waffle, but it was worth it.  And it was in the company of my beautiful mama...totally legitimate reason to drag my butt out of bed. 

We then made the trek to Edmond for the LibertyFest parade with these little darlings.  Sweat and fun was had by all, and I teared up when the military boys marched by.  I sure do miss having my rotten brother at arm's length.  I pray every day that God would miraculously bring he and his sweet wife (and the BABY IN HER TUMMY!) closer to home.  God is in control of that situation, and will provide them (and us) with exactly what we need, when they/we need it.

Then we had an afternoon of good ol' American fun...hotdogs and swimming.  I got burned, and it hurts so good.  Dang I love these babies.

And no Independance Day is complete without fireworks.  I LOVE FIREWORKS.  I got to join mom and dad on Tuesday night for some fireworking, and the whole family went again on Wednesday night...so I got THREE doses of those blessed balls of fire! 

The night was finished off with a DOUBLE fireworks finale...and I was impressed and overjoyed! And sweet little sister slept through the whole thing in her daddy's lap.

I LOVE IT.

And I LOVE FIREWORKS.

New and Weird

So, I started a new job yesterday.
It's kinda strange to think that I'm starting back at square one in my professional life. My job at Crossings was (for the most part) a dream. I was always surrounded by people that love Jesus and love each other. I was on top of my game there...I could do that job in my sleep, with one hand tied behind my back. I was a friggen' pro y'all. Is that my own horn I hear tooting? Oh wait, sorry. No but really. I loved my job and felt like I had finally "mastered" it. So the logical thing to do was leave, right? Well yes and no. In an effort to face life head-on as a newly single woman, I had to swallow a tough pill: I couldn't survive (financially) on my own in the real world. (Real world: The painful reality of life's troubles and expenses...without the support of two incomes.) So, I put my feelers out to see what was available, and a great new job just...happened.

So, yesterday was my first day. The day was full of new names and faces, as well as some extensive, totally yawn-worthy reading on the history of the Oil Field and the great company I have joined.
I had lunch with my new boss, Ryan. He is a really nice man who is happily married and expecting his first child! Strange for me, because I've never worked for anyone who wasn't old enough to be my parent. So while I'm adjusting to the fact that my boss is the same age as my big brother, he swings by my desk and asks where I'd like to go for lunch. Say what? You and me? Alone? Will we get in trouble? Isn't there some policy against that?

Nope. Welcome to the corporate world, Rach.

So we went to Pearls, where I had fetuccini alfredo with shrimp. Yum.
Until about 4:30pm...when it was suddenly not-so-yum.

At about that time, I had a hot flash (of sorts) and suddenly felt like I was going to lose my lunch. Typically, I am one to fight it off. I'll do whatever it takes to avoid throwing up. But yesterday, I instantly thought, "I will feel much better if I just do it." So I walked to the bathroom, peed (because we all know what happens if you have the pee and throw up, and you choose to throw up first...), and then I pulled my hair back and prepared myself. Nothing happened. Within a couple of minutes, the feeling went away and I felt okay. But as soon as I pushed open the bathroom door to walk back to my desk, I suddenly felt completely disoriented. For a brief moment I was scared, because I had no idea where I was or what I was supposed to be doing. It didn't take me but a few seconds to figure that part out...I was at work. So I walked back to my desk, sat down, and had a near panic attack because I couldn't remember anything that had happened that day, up until that point. I couldn't remember any of the 2432954 people I was introduced to yesterday, not even my new friend Lexi. I didn't even remember my boss' name.

Oh. Snap. Am I dead?

Thankfully it was nearly 5:00pm at this point, and pretty much time for me to go home for the day. If I weren't on the phone with my mom for the entire drive, I honestly don't know if I could've found my way home. I was that disoriented. After a few hours of complete and totall wigging out, I let my sister-in-law drive me to an after hours clinic, who just forwarded me on to the ER. An hour and a finger prick later...ouch...I was headed home with no explanation. I have self-diagnosed myself with two things: (1) bad shrimp at lunch. It has mercury in it, which sometimes can cause a bit of amnesia. And (2) stress. I had an incredibly stressful last 2 1/2 weeks at my previous job, and then my first day at the new job was incredibly low-key and boring. So my body just said "Whuuuuuuut?"

But I'm fine now. I feel okay, and have done a pretty decent job of remembering things that I thought were completely gone from my brain. Yesterday is still a bit of a fog, but if I work really hard I can remember most of it. Except for that boring yawn-worthy reading I mentioned earlier. I have no idea what any of that was about. I am just delighted that I now get to read all 17 front-and-back pages of it again.

So, yay. New job, weird day.

How did I get here?

Sometimes I wish God was more like a genie. It's not that I need three wishes...I just need one.

My wish would be simple.
I wish things were different.

I don't know exactly what I wish was different...I just wish things were easier, more clear and obvious to me. God sure is bringing lots of challenges my way these days. I find myself, daily, asking myself, 'how did I get here?'

I am in a place I never even dreamt I would be. I just left a job that was a completely perfect fit for me. I was so good at it, and had really made it my own. I've never loved a job as much, and have never felt more loved, appreciated, and needed in a job. I just let the most beautiful, perfect-for-me house go, in a step of completely unsure and questionable faith that God would work a mighty miracle in my life...which has left me to begin quickly searching for a new place to live. I am making a desperate attempt to reconcile my deepest issues and greatest hesitancies with the help of a professional therapist. What the heck. I have a therapist. HOW DID I GET HERE?

The recurring theme of my life right now is that dreadful question. How on EARTH did I get here? It is often followed by a wide range of emotions...guilt, shame, anticipation, reassurance, excitement...

I am really trying to trust that I am here because God brought here. Right where He wanted me. He is testing me. He is making sure my head is on straight, and that I've got my priorities in check.

Lord, I trust you. I'm confused and scared to death, but I trust you. You will provide. You will give clarity at just the right time. You will hold my hand and walk me through this foreign land.

The Bachelorette!

My world is currently being turned upside down.  All of my beloved shows are coming to their season’s end.  What ever will I do with my evenings?  My emotional well-being is painfully reliant on my weekly dose of Chuck & Blair on Gossip Girl.  And don’t get me started on how desperately I anticipate Thursday nights and the copious amounts of drooling that takes place when I get to spend an hour staring at Jackson Avery and/or Mark Sloan (aka McSteamy…for all appropriate, and inappropriate reasons) on Grey’s Anatomy.  And I’ll go ahead and say it:  I’m devastated that Desperate Housewives has ended.  For good.  Done.  Forever and ever.  Wahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!  So what on earth is a junkie like myself supposed to do with her week nights, now that the primetime television world has so rudely shut me out for the summer?  I’ll tell you what I’m going to do…

WATCH THE BACHELORETTE!  

And I’m diving in people.  I finally pushed play on the DVR last night and caught up on Monday night’s premiere, and let me just say, there are some nice fellas floating around in the bachelor pad.  Here are my favs:

Arie

SWOON!  Would everyone please just take a moment to acknowledge that beautiful, thick hair, and those delightfully unexpected baby blues!  And he is a race car driver from the Netherlands!  As long as he’s not friends with Ricky Bobby, I’ll take him!  Well, even if he is friends with Ricky Bobby…whew!  Plus Emily said “he would look hot in a race car!”  I absolutely cannot disagree with that statement. 

Doug

Doug has my vote.  Seriously, he’s most definitely in my top three.  I generally have a “top pick” in the first episode (yes, I’m THAT wrapped up in this garbage).  While I still can’t say who “my guy” is, Doug is most definitely high-ranking on my list.  He brought a hand-written note for Emily from his 11-year old son (which is surely what won him the prized first-impression rose).  YOU GUYS!  That is a thoughtful enough gesture to make even the most cold-hearted soul shed a tear.  And since Emily is not only on the prowl for a husband, but also a father figure for her daughter, Doug totally fits the bill in my opinion.  Plus he’s awwwwfully handsome.

Kalon

This one…oh  man.  Affectionately referred to as “helicopter guy,” this one made an impression right out of the chute.  While it was a little over-the-top to arrive at the cocktail party in a friggen’ HELICOPTER, he did make much more of an impact than many of the other men.  And suffice it to say…he’s the first one with a nickname!  Whatever his motive is, whether it’s to be labeled as the guy with “a few dollars in my pocket,” (yeah, he really did say that about himself), whether it’s to simply “be noticed” or whether his intentions are completely true and he’s looking for a lasting love…he’s certainly setting himself up to be a “feature” in each episode.

Stevie

Stevie tried really, REALLY hard to be smooth when he stepped out of the limo.  As a self-proclaimed “entertainer,” emcee Stevie busted out of the car…boombox in-hand…and danced his way up the stairs and into Emily’s presence.  While Stevie’s initial impression (on me) was that he was a goofy, fun guy…I was quite disappointed when he began to interact with others in the house.  This guy is drama.  He’s the one stirring the “helicopter guy” pot, and I honestly hope it comes back to bite him big time.  Plus, I don’t think this guy is attractive AT ALL.  Sorry Stevie.  I was hoping you didn’t get a rose.

Travis

Folks, Travis brought an ostrich egg.  No, really.  Homeboy stepped out of that limo, egg-in-hand, and strolled right on up to Emily.  I believe he used it as a metaphor for how he planned to “take care” of Emily and her daughter…which is a very kind thought, but borderline creepy.  And not to mention, he HAD to know he’d be made fun of!  Didn’t he see the cornball that wore a mask for most of his time on Ashley Hebert’s season, in hopes to remain mysterious and emphasize that it’s not “all about looks?”  Come on Trav, do your homework buddy!  He was the very last one to receive a rose on Monday night, and I’d be lying if I said my fingers and toes weren’t crossed in hopes that she wouldn’t call his name.  I’m sure he’s a great guy, but…please lose the egg, I’m sure Emily won’t mind.

Aaron

Wowzer.  If I take nothing else away from this season of The Bachelorette, that’d be okay.  I’ll just take Aaron.  Please and thank you. 

Mixed Emotions

I'm 26 years old, and divorced.  It's no secret.  And it totally sucks.

My emotions are running wild these days.  On one hand, I find myself feeling guilty for not having certain emotions...and on the other hand, I catch myself in the midst of the most obvious, and natural emotional melt downs.  I can't sleep, and have been thinking about a good talk I had with a best friend tonight, where I tried my best to explain my emotions, or lack-there-of.

First things first: I don't owe anyone an explanation or justification of any kind.  While some have "lived through this" with me, no one has felt what I have felt on the inside.  That's between me and God.  But I catch myself feeling like I have to explain myself when bringing someone up to speed on my relationship status.

I don't cry about it.  The hellacious roller coaster I've been riding on for these last 6 months sucked every last tear out of me, with regard to this particular situation.  I ain't got none left.  Therefore my current emotional state is in no way a sob-fest.  I'm not sad about it anymore.  So when someone says, "I can't believe how well you're handling it" or "You're really holding it together nicely," I feel like I need to set the record straight.  I held it together for a long, long time.  I learned how to put on my happy face, and "hold it together," even when my every emotional and spiritual need was being swept under the rug.  I cried.  Lots.  Lots and lots and lots.  And it took every sleepless night, and every last tear, to get me to the place that I'm at right now.  I'm not sad, I'm relieved.  Relieved that I don't have to spend the rest of my days "holding it together."

These days, rather, I find myself overwhelmed by the emotion of the stark reality that I am ON MY OWN.  I don't like to use the word lonely, because I'm not.  I am completely surrounded by more love and support than I know what to do with.  But I am definitely alone.  Going from a pretty decent income, coming from two hard-working adults...to one, less-than-mediocre income...SUCKS.  Coming home after a long day at work, collapsing on the bed, and realizing that no one else is going to walk thru the front door...SUCKS.  Knowing, and becoming "okay" with the fact that I pretty much walked away from my social life...SUCKS.  All of my (our) friends, he got to keep.  Now I just get to have them all as "token" Facebook friends who were a big part of my life at one point...kind of like all of the people I'm friends with from high school;  we were a big piece of each other's lives, at one point.

This isn't fun, at all.  But I am reminded daily, and receive confirmation at least once a week, that I made the right choice.  I did what was best for me...to preserve my dignity and self-worth.  Speaking of self-worth:  if there is any person reading this post who has ever felt less-than-worthy of something great, stop it right now.  You are worth so much more than you could ever imagine, warts and ALL.  Don't EVER settle for anything less than the very highest blessing that God has prepared for you.  You are beautiful, and you are WORTH IT.  You were bought with a price, and deserve nothing less than God's very, VERY best.

I have been rescued from a place that would've eventually and most certainly extinguished every last ounce of my joy.  Thank you Lord Jesus for your perfect timing.  It may not have felt like it was perfect while I was walking through the fire, but I can see now that it was completely perfect.

RUN RUN RUN

I’m running my very first 5k on Sunday!  I wish I was more excited, honestly.  My level of preparation is somewhere in the general vicinity of “PSHHHH. YEAH…RIGHT.”  Up until this morning, I was only a little anxious.  But now that there is an 80% chance on rain Sunday morning, I’m a wee bit terrified.  I’ve never run in rain before, and I’m the weenie that gave up on running last fall when the temperature dropped below 65 degrees.  But participating in and finishing that stupid race will be such a huge feat for me.  As a self-proclaimed non-runner, I am still in shock that I can actually run for more than 30 seconds without flat lining.  Let’s face it, a gal as top-heavy as myself, isn’t typically chomping at the bit to participate in a 30-minute bounce fest.  And given the upside-down state of my life as of lately, keeping up with my training has been a complete joke.  But I will overcome!

I’ve already registered for another 5k in May…

 

It's totally gonna happen.  I can’t even wait.

My hope is to become a regular 5k-er.  I’d love to think I could get to a place where I do them just for fun.  The girl I’m running with this weekend (seriously) asked if I’d like to start training for a half marathon after this race.  For some freaky, bizarre reason…she thinks that’s a good idea.  Like that kind of torture is fun or something.  I told her she was a little too cray for me. Have fun with that girlfriend...you’re on your own!  I’ll try to take a glamorous post-race photo with my gal pal and share.  I’m sure it’ll be way more hotness than this little website can handle.