God LOVES change. Clearly as it's woven throughout many of his designs. It's like his go to color while painting our lives. Yes, he says stepping back a little while squinting his eyes to take in the full picture, change will be perfect, right here, he says and he paints with wild, poignant and gorgeous brush strokes And when he is finished he sighs at the glory of his creation.
He is hopeful that we will love his perfect creation so he only gives us a tiny eye roll and mildly sympathetic smile when we stomp our feet and yell that we like things exactly the way they are- much like a toddler declares I NOT TIRED.
But the child that yells that they aren't tired- is always exhausted, and sleep is EXACTLY what we need. Just like we need change.
As human beings we need change to survive, and to grow into the people we were created to be. So it's happening. Always. Change. And often times it's not the change itself that gets us- but our very resistance to it. What are we so afraid of? I guess it's loss. Loss of stability. Loss of happiness. Loss of money, time or peace of mind. But the very resistance itself is what has the ability to rob us of those vital things.
Repeat the following:
I will let go.
I resist nothing.
There is unfathomable greatness in my future.
I have strength beyond measure.
Cut and paste that baby. Put it on your mirror, on your laptop, on a post it in your car. Because you deserve to be happy simply because you are you.
Inside every one of us is a voice that says I'm not worthy. I'm not good enough. I'm not cut out for this. I'm not a real grown up. I am damaged goods. I have nothing important to give to the world. And then on top of that we think everyone else IS worthy, IS good enough, IS cut out for this.
I want to remind you that the mean voice is a liar. Not an ounce of it is true. Sometimes we go so far as to make it true. Because that asshole voice loves to be right. Then we find false evidence that supports our own claims. It's awful really. And we create all of this. Which is so weird- right? Why would we ever want to create this? Sometimes the key to change is simply being aware. One of the things I want to let go of in 2015 is that voice. It's outstayed it's welcome. It's stopped me from going for things I want and things I deserve.
What do you want to let go of?
Over the weekend we moved. A few months ago we decided that we wanted our boys to be in the neighboring school district. Boom. Just like that- one day after years of praying and asking around and hoping- we just listed our house. And it felt like the potential for loss. It felt like a worst case scenario. We had wonderful neighbors. We even had a perfect little neighborhood park. We lived in a brand new home that we loved. I could tell you a million things I didn't want to lose. But the funny thing is- when we are focusing on what we are letting go of- it's impossible to focus on what we will gain.
I felt like a grown up. Grown ups move. They label boxes. They unpack.
They get excited by things like their current utensil holder fitting into their new drawer. Excited by the fact that hanging a few pictures can instantly make the place feel like home.
And there was so much to gain. The boys have probably had an easier time with the transition than I even did. They blew me away. They have all their comforts from our old house: toys/furniture/tv- and they are completely at peace here. They have a way of focusing on the good. Like a big back yard.
As soon as Parker wakes up he runs outside. It's like he's lived here all his life.
The house was built in the 1950's and has some of the cutest quirkiest designs elements.
We even have an orange tree in the back and some grape vines in the front. I can't believe it's all real.
And huge calming palm trees welcoming us home, every single day.
And we are blessed. Blessed, blessed, blessed. Not with perfection, but with reality. For example, although the house was completely gutted and redone we have still had to work through some kinks. Like POO that was squirting out of our shower drain. I'm serious. Luckily we had our pipes- cleaned? I don't know- whatever plumbers come and do to make the poo stop coming out.
You guys- I saw that shit in the shower and I just laughed. A good, deep belly laugh. It made me realize that usually I don't sweat the big stuff. It's the small stuff that gets me. I'm gonna work on laughing at the small stuff somehow too.
And today this happened and I could feel the glow of God's paint strokes in our life.
Trash Truck Tuesdays.
Of course we will miss Frank's weekly Wednesday visits. Frank is now a dear friend and we will still see him outside of his route. His route goes about a block away from our home and he will also come visit. Greyson and I have been enjoying the trash truck for a long time- a couple of years before we met Frank. We can't let the show stop now.
Welcome Change. Stay as long as you would like.
Sometimes at first glance a gift can look like a burden. It's amazing the gifts that you see if you just take a moment to look for them.
So much love,
The house looks and sounds bitchen.ReplyDelete
"when we are focusing on what we are letting go of- it's impossible to focus on what we will gain." Love this and so true.ReplyDelete
Congrats on your super funky new to you house and all of the adventures and memories that are waiting at that front door. So exciting,:-) and it's funny because Joel and I were just talking about this subject last night. :-)ReplyDelete
Best of luck with the new place- and love that you will still get to see Frank. I'm sure this change will bring new and amazing adventures!ReplyDelete
i love everything about this post. except for the poo. i love that you didn't sweat it. but i don't love IT.ReplyDelete
i'm so very happy for you. your back yard is a dream. and trash truck tuesday has quite a ring to it.
love you! xoxo
Thank you, thank you! I SO needed to read these words today. I've recently found your blog, and haven't yet commented, but today I felt compelled. My family is about to embark on a big move next month, and I too am afraid of the change. But you're right, time to let go of the fear and resistance. Thanks again for your encouraging words. Best of luck in your new home.ReplyDelete
Ok - that description of God painting? One of the best things I have ever read. I could totally see him basking in his brilliance. Sometimes it kinda feels silly of us to think we know better.ReplyDelete
Happy new home, my friend. I know your family will build a wonderful beautiful life here.
love & sunshine to you sweet momma xoxoxo Miracle
I laughed out loud when you said you laughed out loud at the poo.ReplyDelete
And, Chrissy? You have PALM TREES out front.
I'm so glad the transition is going smoothly for the boys (and you too!).
Love this! Blessings to you.ReplyDelete
What an encouraging and challenging post. Still praying for God's richest blessings on you and your family. What a special family you are! CherylReplyDelete
I'm terrified of moving, just thinking about it makes me nauseous. I'm not moving but my husband would like to. I will have to remember this post and remember that when I hold on to what I'm losing I can't see what I'll gain. So good Chrissy, thank you again for your encouraging words.ReplyDelete
Congratulations on your new house! Thank you so much for sharing this post. You have no idea how much I needed to read these words. We are about to list our house to move to another school district for much the same reason - better resources for Daniel. The thought is a bit terrifying to me, and I needed to hear that I should focus on what we will be gaining. This move will improve quality of life for our entire family, not just Daniel.ReplyDelete