June 3 2019

Hope Begins in the Darkest of Places

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Hope Begins In The Darkest of Places

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Good Morning all my Shining Ones!  What adventures were you on this week?  What challenges did you face?  How did you face them? This week I thought we would dive a bit deeper.  I would love to share with you a bit about my journey with “Hope Begins in the Darkest of Places.”  Using my journal writings I will share the hope I found during one of the darkest times in my life. A spark of hope that began and endured despite the feelings I felt and the circumstances I saw.

A Lot Can Happen In 6 Months and 5 Days

On October 14th, 2001, I entered the hospital for treatment of severe depression and anxiety.  I emerged, into the world again, 5 months and 6 days later.  It was “a year from hell.  I crashed, completely withdrew from life, hit rock bottom, died a thousand deaths, began to resurface, learned to trust, found myself (in bits and pieces) and began to fight to learn who I was.”

It was a challenging time yet a time of great growth; a time of great despair but also a time development of a new and enduring hope that would help to propel me forward in the years to come.

Hope Bubbles Up In The Midst

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“Hope Begins in the Darkest of Places.” I wrote those words without knowing what they would mean – they were an unconscious encouragement to me, offered up from somewhere deep within.” 

 

It was, as I sat on my hospital bed and looked at the wall ahead of me, paper and pencil in hand, trying to capture some of the wayward thoughts to help make sense of the chaos, that these words came to me.  It wasn’t a voice.  It wasn’t a feeling.  It is hard to explain the experience.  The words just bubbled up inside of me and I immediately started writing. I must admit, when I looked closely at what I had written, I was disappointed.  Hope, what hope? It was like another empty promise in the midst of the darkness; yet another contradiction in my life.

“At that moment when I knew I couldn’t fall any further, I could only envision despair.  However, the darkest, coldest, bleakest day of winter is the one that inspires the wistful longing for the renewal of spring. I laid at the bottom of the pit, mired in hopelessness and helplessness, a soul scarred with anger, abandonment, distrust and hatred.  My body and soul on fire, the world crushing my chest, each breath a struggle to survive.  My mind was a constant torment to itself; critical and hateful, a constant barrage of darkness and evil.”

A Gift of Words

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When one is desperate, at the bottom of the pit and finding it hard to get even a glimpse of the sky, one takes notice of those things that bubble up from within.  I went to work, painted a large piece of paper and wrote these words in large red letters.  I hung it on my wall.  There it stayed for the duration of my time there.  It generated much discussion. Many stopped and asked what it meant.  Some questioned whether I believed it or not.  Some thought it foolish.  But there it stayed.  Why? I believe these words were a gift to me from the Lord.  Heaven knows I couldn’t have come up with them myself in my current state!

 

“From the bottom of that pit I had cried out to the Lord and He heard my voice.  He lifted my head when I could no longer move, placed this, “Hope Begins in the Darkest of Places” in my heart, and in doing so, generated a spark of hope. There was no light, no warmth, no voice, but in that moment I knew hope.”

In that moment, despite how I felt, despite what my circumstances looked like, despite the hopelessness and helplessness I found myself in, these words that were given me, generated hope. 

There is much I could say about the rest of my stay, but really there is no need for details.  Suffice to say, the gift of these words was a catalyst, a reminder and a challenge all in one, to stay the path, dig in deep and do the work I needed to do. 

Words Matter

As was my practice, I spent much time in my Bible, seeking comfort, direction and encouragement.  These words reminded me of the importance of words in my life and reminded me to stick to what I knew.

Were the days easy?  No!  Was the work difficult? Yes!  Did I often want to quit! For sure! 

But the words I saw on my wall everyday reminded me that all the words I needed to read were available to me whenever I needed them.  My Bible became my close companion and within it I found words of life that taught me about my value and worth, the purpose and plan for my life and the love of a Heavenly Father.

“I cried out for release from my torment and my voice was heard.  I cried out for guidance and a hand reached to me.  Form the darkest place I found hope. From the darkest place hope grew and sustained my spirit. From the darkest place I uncovered parts of me hidden for a lifetime.  From the darkest place I learned to reach out, to trust, and to believe. From the darkest place I regained my faith.  From the darkest place I became aware, grew more mindful.  From the darkest place I learned to fight the resistance within.”

I read, I cried out, I worked, I reached out, I learned about myself and my God, I grew.  In time the hope grew stronger, not only impacting me but those around me.

What You Need To Know

Why do I share this with you?  I want you to know that:

1) you are not alone in your pit

2) you are not the only one who is struggling or has struggled

3) there is hope

4) if you are not ready to hope on your own, I will begin to hope for you

5) hope, acknowledged, will, in time, grow and strengthen and become believable and then undeniable

6) there are no quick fixes –life requires effort and commitment and work

7) no matter where you find yourself today, you can do this

What I Know!

Hope Begins in the Darkest of Places!  I believe it with all my heart.  I watched it at work.  I watched in amazement and disbelief in my own life, and yet it worked anyway. 2001 feels like a lifetime ago in terms of where I’ve come since them.  If I could change it all around, I wouldn’t change it.  That time, although dark and full of despair, was a time of great growth.  It taught me the importance of the Word in my life.  It drew me closer to my Jesus and took my faith walk up several levels.  It created within me a stamina and courage that I didn’t know I could ever have.  Most of all, it took me on a journey that now allows me to speak hope into your life.

Hope Begins in the Darkest of Places

Hope Begins in the Darkest of Places still sits amongst my papers as I couldn’t bear to toss it.

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The Step For Today

Where are you today?  What hope do you need generated in your life?  Today, I am believing for you. I have created a number of printables and social media posts for you to use. Click here to download. Print them off, hang them on your walls, physical and social media, and look at them often.  Create your own if that works better for you.  Just take that first step. 

I’ve also done up a printable of a portion Psalm 40 for you – a Psalm that I read and reread in that season – a Psalm of truth and reality and great hope.   I hope you will be encouraged by it.

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Thanksgiving

I went home from those 5 months and 6 days in hospital a very different and much stronger individual; prepared to continue to do the work I needed to do.  A year later on Thanksgiving Day I wrote this:

“There is a season for all things and I give thanks for my season of darkness and the resulting renewal I have been granted.  I stand in the meadow of my soul, hand thrown up to heaven, and offer my heart and soul in thanks. My soul cries out to the Creator a song of praise for life and living, for despair and growth, for past and present, for enemies and friends, for the me I was, the me I am and the me I am to become.”

 

This is true 17 years later as I continue to sing out a song of praise! In time, I believe, it will be true for you as well!

Until Next Time

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Until next time,

From my heart to yours!

laurie

 

May 27 2019

Gather Together

Hello my friends!  How has your week gone?  The copious amounts of rain have been VERY good for the flowers and the grass, but it is good to finally see some sun!  This week we took our first trip in our “new to us” camper.  Off to beautiful Cape Breton to spend some time with family.  While there we gathered together to love and support one another as we laid our dearest Papa to rest. He was a great man in the eyes of many and we were delighted as so many gathered at the graveside to pay their respects, to say their farewells and to support one another; something our family does incredibly well. I was privileged, at the graveside,  to share about the life of this precious man and wanted to take this opportunity to tell you a bit about my Papa; a man that greatly shaped my life.

Here we find ourselves, gathered together again, a tight knit group of family and friends.  Those going by and seeing our gathering perceive only our grief; what they miss with their brief glance is our deep love for one another– grieving should never happen in isolation and in this family it never does.

5 Months

We gather today, 5 months, 5 long months after Jacob Daniel Shaw, let go his grasp on this world and opened his hands wide to take hold of eternity.  He was known by many titles; husband, father, brother, uncle, papa, papa Jake, dear friend.  In my mind we can sum him up in two phrases – the rock we all leaned on – and the glue that held it all together. For most of us, we can’t remember a time when he wasn’t a part of us and for those of us who can, we can’t imagine how we ever got along without him in the before. And now, for all of us, the question looms large, how will we move forward without him?

95 Years

How could one man, in almost 95 years have such an impact?  How could one man be so very human and so very real and yet find himself elevated in the minds and hearts of so many? 

Authentic

He was always himself, no matter the person or the circumstance, never fake, never put on.  He said it like it was, even if it might not be one hundred percent politically correct or popular. 

Wisdom

He didn’t have a lot of formal education but he had a lifetime of experiences that he took time to reflect on and grow from and that made him the smartest man I’ve ever known.

Hands that Held

He was a giant of a man with giant sized hands; those hands that did hard physical work for much of their life, were the same hands that also gently and firmly held each one of us at some point- through a handshake, a hand hold, a stroke on the cheek, a pat on the head.

Squeezed In

We were never too old to find a place on his lap or squeezed into the chair beside him and his arms were always open and ready for a hug.

Quiet Faith

He had a quiet and straightforward faith.  Many times when I was struggling he simply asked, “Are you talking to the man upstairs?” He understood that although he knew much and had much to offer there were some things he had to pass over to God.

Family

He believed in the importance and necessity of family.  He believed in the power of stories.  But most of all he believed in us, each and every one of us, no matter where we were on our journey.  When we couldn’t believe for ourselves, he believed for us.

Footsteps

So how do we journey on?  Where do we go from here?  We need to take that impact, the lessons he modeled, and make sure we are continuing to walk in his footsteps in our journey.  They are big footsteps to follow in but I believe that as we follow in them and grow, our footsteps will in turn enlarge and we make a footpath for those coming behind us.

What We Believe

We need to believe in the inherent worth of people, the importance of sharing our stories, the necessity of family, the need to reflect on our life and continue to grow through our experiences, the need to be real, the joy of holding one another firmly but gently, believing for one another, holding each other close and squeezing in close together.

Until Eternity

In the time I spent with him the week before he left us, despite the fact that he was dealing with his own discomfort and mortality, he took the time to sit with me; to hold me firmly but gently with those giant sized hands, to remind me of the important things in life, to make sure I knew how much I was loved.  And in the last moments before I left as I looked one last time into those beautiful eyes, those eyes looked into the very centre of my soul with a fierce intensity and enough love to last me until we meet again in eternity.

Our Promise Until Eternity

Today, we gather together, as a family; a family that may be scattered in the everyday by time and distance and priorities, but a family that knows how to pull together in an instant when it is most important. Today we gather to honour the rock that we have all leaned on and the glue that has held it all together.  Today we gather to hold each other firmly but gently as our breath catches again at the void we feel in the realness that he is not with us. Today as we say farewell and till we meet again to our dearest Papa, we also promise to walk out his legacy by being the rock that each of can lean on and a part of the glue that will continue to hold it all together, because we are family, his family. Until we meet again in eternity, our dearest Papa.

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Until next time 

From my heart to yours, 

laurie

May 20 2019

The Struggle For Authenticity

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Welcome back my friend!  How has your week been?  Did you have an opportunity to download and use the Attitude of Gratitude Mind Map from last week?  If not, get it today! Would love to hear from you – how is life going, what is working, what is not working, what conversations do you want to have here in this space?  This week, in this time we have together, I want to talk about what we are actually hiding from in our struggle to live our authentic life.

Not Hidden

The Lord knew us before the foundation of time (Ephesians 1:4).  Nothing about us is hidden from His sight or His knowledge (Psalm 139).  We have been created with a plan and a purpose and the very desires of our heart were placed within us by the Father (Psalm 37). We are intimately and expressly known.  There is nothing about us that we can gloss over or hide with the Lord. 

So, if we are clear that we can’t actually hide from the Lord, when we are struggling to live our authentic life, what or who are we are actually hiding from?  What is your experience with this question?

Mirrored Judgments

Mirror - judgments of others mirror our own

We sometimes believe we are hiding from those around us. We struggle to live our authentic life primarily out of fear of the judgement of others.  I would argue, however, that this is surface concern.  The fear of the judgement of others in our lives, when drilled down to its core is that the judgement of others mirrors the very judgments we ourselves carry deep within us. These judgments are not new or unfamiliar and hold very little power over us as they are the very judgments that reside within us.

If we are clear that the judgments of those around us hold no power over us as they are not any different from what we carry within ourselves, when we are struggling to live our authentic life, what or who are we are actually hiding from?  What is your experience with this question?

Hiding From Ourselves

It has been my experience that sometimes when I think I am hiding from the Lord, or those around me, I am actually hiding from myself.  My inability to stay authentic has a tendency to come from a place of not being willing to admit, to myself, where I am. That unwillingness to acknowledge my current position is often related to my discomfort at looking directly at the distance between where I am and where I know I need/want to be.

Comfort

We are creatures of comfort and habit.  We like to wear that comfy sweater, the one that fits just right, long after the cuffs are beyond well worn. Those shoes, the ones that mold perfectly to our feet; we do everything in our power to continue to wear them long past their natural expiry date. Comfort is what it is all about.  For most of us habits are comfortable.  The things we do naturally and with ease, often without even thinking about it, are the things we gravitate toward. They fit like that comfy sweater and they mold to our lives like those perfect shoes.

However, in order for me to step out into authenticity, really step out, I have to be willing to look at those places of comfort and acknowledge not only their presence but also their power in my life.

Discomfort

In doing this, it is a real possibility that discomfort will result; with stepping outside my comfort zone, even if only in my thoughts. Discomfort with the realization that there is a space between where I find myself and where I believe or even know I need to be. That discomfort which comes as I begin to make decisions;  a decision to stay in my comfort zone and deny the destiny ahead of me or a decision to move out of that comfort zone into the unknown.

Priorities

I have to get to a place in my life where comfort is not my ultimate priority, acknowledging and accepting that discomfort will come regardless of whether I choose to grow or choose to become stagnant.  When I begin to acknowledge and accept discomfort as a normal and expected piece of the puzzle of growth, I will find myself more willing to stop hiding from myself.  When I no longer feel the need to hide from myself, there will be no struggle to live my authentic life. I will actively and easily make the daily decision to walk in authenticity. 

Honesty = Authenticity= No Struggle To Live Our Authentic Life

If we can get to this place of being totally honest in this relationship with ourselves, authenticity in the other relationships in our lives will flow naturally.

How Do We Get There?

So how do we get to this place? This place of freedom and courage to look directly at ourselves, knowing that there will be discomfort and a need for decision making?

Where We Are vs Where We Are Going

Maybe it would help if we understood how the Lord sees us. He knows where we are but He sees us the way He has created us to be. The Lord, right from the beginning had a vision of who we were created to be. Ephesians 2:10 tells us that “we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.” Like any great artist, the Lord had a clear plan and purpose for us and a vision of us in His mind. As He continues to mold and shape us, although He is aware of the stage we are currently in, His focus is always ahead at the finished product. The Lord sees us, whole and complete in Him, walking out the entirety of our purpose and destiny. 

How We See Ourselves

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When we look at ourselves, we often focus on the stage we find ourselves in.  We are neither completed nor perfected; we are rough around the edges and without our final coat of paint.  We are often harsh on ourselves, not granting ourselves grace as a work in progress but rather expecting perfection where perfection can’t yet exist.  This judgement leads to the fear that God will be unhappy with us where we are and that others around us will hold up a mirror that reveals the very judgments we struggle with, within ourselves.

How We Need to See Ourselves

If we could only learn to see ourselves as God sees us.  A piece of art, in progress, neither completed nor perfected; rough around the edges and without our final coat of paint; but still beautiful and closer today to where we are going than we were yesterday. If only we could receive the love of God that is aware of where we are but sees us where we are going; that reckless and inexplicable love the Creator has for His unique creation.

Walking in that love, we would be more than eager to look directly at ourselves, assess our progress, and make the necessary adjustments, all the while looking eagerly ahead as what is yet to come. Authenticity would flow naturally in our lives and we would be more than pleased to encourage that same authenticity in the lives of those around us.

Where Are You?

What is your experience with the struggle to live authentically?  Are you hiding from God? Perhaps the judgement of those around you feels powerful in your life because you don’t yet understand that those judgments only mirror your own. Maybe you fear looking directly at who/where you are because comfort is still a priority in your life and habits still have the power to keep you stagnant. Who are you really hiding from in your struggle to live authentically? 

What I Know!

We are all walking a similar journey.  If we could find grace for ourselves, we would find grace for those around us.  You may encounter discomfort but you can get to a point where your desire for growth outweighs your need for the comfort of staying the same. 

Take a Look!

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I dare you to take a look! Where are you today and where are you going? What is your next step? The journey is full of valleys and mountains, a few meadows and some streams with only stepping stones, but I know you can do it!

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Until next time,

From my heart to yours!

 

laurie