Some people do want to read what you decide to write down.
Be just as cautions as a picture posted to public. Don’t over-share, Don’t under-share, Don’t reveal the under-where.
I just made up under-where. I feel that should have multiple definitions.
The “under where” of my life. Random thoughts. GO!
“All things before this moment lead to this moment and if you think of life experience as a sort of foundation then my past could be considered my “under where”. The “some-things” and “some-moments” that came before. I think it’s funny that if this blog was read outloud by a bot that people would think I’m writing about underwear. ”
And that is what I wrote about just then. I think what I pull from that random thought is simply this:
I have under-where and you may or may not like it.
I said “Yes” to start an accountability meeting. My friend said she thought it should be called “Iron Sharpens Iron”
and I thought YES! That was the name of my group on FB in 2007! How fun. But to be involved in another commitment .. let’s set up ground rules. See, I had been coming up with this “meeting plan” for businesses for months and thought I could test it out with this new accountability group.
So that’s how it started. We talked to a few ladies and we committed to THESE rules.
1. Commit for 1 year.
2. Commit to 1 thing to focus on.
3. Meeting will be 1 hour.
4. Meet only 1 time per month.
We’re going into our second year and I may sound bragadocious here but the first year was AMAZING. Staying so focused on one thing to really breathe life into and see it through with friends.. that meant the world to me on many occassions.
In this second year, though, I wanted to stretch to something I normally PooPoo. Getting my thoughts to something digitally physical.
SURE I take pictures and post those online for my fans, friends and fam. But what about my thoughts?
For the past 2 years I have been “leading” as a part of this “accidental ladies group” called the Ninja Sisters. (Go ahead, ask me about it!) Throughout these 2 years I have noticed that my words and perspective seem to be something others enjoy. What do I do with that?
I’d love to speak to women, get events together, come up with ideas, get funding to make it easy, help encourage and uplift, help define the truths of our purposes and path and ultimately be a part of getting the true message out there that every person maters and every person can take massive leaps of faith to live out their design and they can do so with people who really care.
People who trade judgement for grace and labels for love.
I just want to meet people who like doing life and want to link arms, so to speak, and literally speak love to those around them.
It is not impossible… but if I’m afraid to share my simplest thoughts then what other fears will creep in to try and cripple a message so bold. so simple.
We are here to love each other, not judge each other.
Anyhow I’m going to start blogging once a week as part of my Iron Sharpens Iron commitment for 2015. :Deep breath: Oh, and I have no idea what is going to happen.
You’re tougher than you think, oh fragile one.
Sometimes we stand and watch “it” come. “Yeah, this is going to hurt. I’m probably not going to make it out of this one.” At the terrible moment of impact all of the scenarios have been run and in this moment, it seems obvious that the collision will unhinge, break and destroy all that we know and love.
Then, in the chaos of impact and the spraying debris your mind alerts you to the checklist that is rapidly updating, “body, intact. spirit, no damage. foe, disintegrated. losses, minimal to none.”
The dust settles and indeed, you are still standing. Minutes pass and the feeling of “this isn’t real, I’m dreaming” takes a back seat to a truth that you barely believe. You made it.
Isn’t this what you had hoped for? To make it on the other side of tragedy with no lasting damage? Now it has happened and the only lingering evidence of this great and frightful gift of survival is the debris of the assault, strewn about your feet like heavy confetti.
No matter what you have come through, do not doubt that your seeming fragile frame of humility and quiet love is actually an impenetrable fortress guarded by your steadfast assurance in a God who has equipped and empowered you to overcome all adversity.
Battles are messy. There will be evidence of scars in the physical and emotional. However at your core, your spirit, your soul, your center.. you are unbreakable.
Are you surprised when you are still standing? Share your thoughts!
So you’re on top… don’t just stand there.
This impressive display of balance reminds me of what it feels like to have momentum in your path.
This guy, or flat chested girl with short hair, (that was for you Tig) jumps up, commits with firmly planted feet and then takes a wild ride of dexterity.
Isn’t this what life feels like? Think about it, if you don’t adjust in the moments and become flexible you can lose the momentum and take a nasty detour.
Stop worrying about what may happen, or that you may look a real fool as you wobble dance for balance. Jump onto your path, trust your purpose and vision, don’t lose focus and ride that rail.
Living alone is attractive sometimes…
With no one around to prod and poke or stir up memories and emotion perhaps one can live free from pain. The road to isolation starts with avoidance. Each step taken as a counter measure to a possible moment that could cause discomfort. Avoidance is riddled with assumptions about how something could be, it is fueled with fears. Calculative moves involving decisions based on survival and preserving self. These instincts have value for certain. There are people to avoid. There are situations to avoid.
However, if your avoidance has become your standard of living it has likely guided you to isolation. Isolation is a whole different kind of danger.
In the Christian bubble there are many people who avoid situations to better protect themselves. These boundaries are important for many reasons, and I wouldn’t want to get into a debate with each family about why they choose to have this or that rule. Where I fear for my Christian family is when a rule or regulation is hedging them in isolation. Their choices are not mine to make, so I observe and do what I hope they would do for me… reserve judgement and pray for clarification that only God can provide.
We are raised in different homes, attend different social groups, listen do different teaching influences and the differences between myself and someone else are insurmountable. I won’t pretend to know “best” for someone else’s home and life… but I will speak about the dangers of isolation.
When your words cut people from the love of God, when rules lift you higher than another human… you are on a path of isolation. Be careful that in an attempt to avoid sin you don’t cut yourself off from humanity. We are human after all.
You don’t like to be judged, so why do it to others?
If you can attempt to RELATE to the person you are judging.. you’ll likely discover that they are no different than you. If you don’t discover that revelation than you may want to double check the part of you that believes you may 1. be better or 2. deserve better than another human being.
In the eyes of God… your sin is just as nasty as (your presumptions of) their sin.
There are warnings about judging other people, condemning them, and that what you give (or do not give) coming back to you.
I spoke to a woman who has someone publicly campaigning for her failure.
Let’s put ourselves in her shoes for a moment. Pretend your past is available for viewing and someone decides to publicly reference all the reasons that you should be disqualified from life. Essentially pretend that someone is taking your past, turning lessons into weapons and handing them to anyone who will listen. Imagine that person demanding that anyone armed take aim at you and fire, then pass the weapon to the next person.
My reaction to putting myself in this situation is dread. In all reality this type of thing COULD happen to me. I openly speak of my past, of my failures and my downfalls. I personally hand “weapons” to the public and pray that each person understands that I speak plainly so that they know they’re not alone in their humanity. I want to be real and honest about what I have experienced in my life because it is MY LIFE! If you don’t like my life and my honesty, there are polite ways to move respectfully apart.
I have come face to face with the “Accuser” enough to know if you make peace with your past it softens the sting of the pointed finger.
We may judge each other without meaning to, but if you are ACTIVELY judging someone and condemning them to a life less worthy of yours… you’re on a slippery slope. Am I judging a judger? Hopefully not.
I’m feeling a sort of righteous anger about my friend though and then today’s verse is about judging so I made the image above and decided to blog.
In all reality just because you judge and condemn does not make you less of a person than anyone else. It makes you more dangerous. . but it’s your life, your pace and your story. In my experience, and in the readings I find, life is not meant to be lived in the complications and darkness of becoming an accuser. It is meant to be lived in freedom and love, which is not an easy charge.
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