Musings
Monday, May 22, 2017
Garrett's Birth Story
Monday, June 29, 2015
Identity Crisis
It has been almost a year since my last blog post. Every time I came back to write a new post, I would get hung up on my last post (Jenni's birth story) and would end up in tears and writer's block. No more. I think the last year has made me a stronger woman.
Recently, I started journaling again. My intention is to have an outlet to write my thoughts that no one necessarily needs to know. It got me thinking about blogging again. I really enjoy writing and I have had quite a few things on my mind that I feel are worth sharing.
I have been reflecting over the last year. It has been the hardest and best year of my life. I LOVE being a mom, in case you can't tell. But to be honest, it comes with its own set of challenges and trials. The one that has been crossing my mind a lot is the problem of identity.
Things are about to get personal. Consider yourself warned.
I just need to share what has been on my heart for the past few months. I have been hung up on losing weight and how I look. I have changed my diet and tried quite a few exercise plans and it seems that there has been little to no change. When I think about how my baby will be a year old and I still have almost all of my baby weight, my heart sinks. No, I would not trade my baby girl for ANYTHING. Not even to be my prebaby weight. Yes, my husband loves me for me and I am so blessed. But it is disheartening to look in the mirror every day and see what I don't want to see. It is shocking to see myself on YouTube walking from the piano to the pew and think, "wow, that's how people see me?". It is frustrating to be uncomfortable in my own skin.
Please don't think that this is because I'm vain. I would just like to be my former self. It seems to me that most women get pregnant, have their baby, and promptly lose the weight. And that's not the case for me.
You may have guessed that this has absolutely consumed me. It consumed me so much that I really got back into makeup. Understand that makeup to me is an art. But for awhile it was quite the obsession. I figured that if I could not control my weight, I could at least have a pretty face. Thankfully, the obsession is over. I still very much enjoy doing makeup but in all the right ways now. I have once again embraced my inner and natural beauty.
Isn't this a struggle for everyone? It may not be how you look or how much you weigh. Everyone has something. It is an identity crisis. Only recently I discovered how incredibly selfish I have been by obsessing over all of this. The world doesn't revolve around me. I'm a grown woman. I am a wife to a wonderful husband. I am a mother to a beautiful daughter. She is the reason I look the way I do and not everyone gets to experience the joy of motherhood. Not everyone gets to experience life growing from within. Perhaps there is a woman out there who is hurting because she will never have that privilege.
My focus shouldn't be on what I weigh or what I look like. Ultimately, that doesn't matter. It is fleeting. My focus should be on being a Christlike, godly wife and loving mother. What will matter is that I have accepted the Gospel (by way of the Holy Spirit) and that I have shared it with my children. My identity isn't in who I am or what I look like but in Christ.
Consider this. The scene is God's throne room. Joshua, the High Priest, stands before God. Satan is also there to accuse him. God rebukes Satan. "Don't you know that I have chosen him?" Joshua is clothed in filthy garments. God orders these garments away and tells Joshua that he has had his sin taken away and that he will have new clothes. He is given a fine turban and fine garments and also a place in God's courts.
Isn't this a beautiful picture of what Christ has done? I was clothed in the filthy rags of my sin. God took away those rags, my sin, and gave them to Jesus to bear. In turn, I have been given the pure white garments of Jesus' perfect acts. In God's eyes, it is just as I have never sinned nor been a sinner.
God SEES me. He sees what I look like. Do you know what He sees? He sees a child of the King who is clothed in the works of Christ. I have been accepted and I am now an heir. These clothes are the best clothes to wear. They fit me perfectly.
I know that my comfort in life and in death is that I BELONG both BODY and soul to my faithful Savior Jesus Christ. He has fully paid for all of my sins.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Jenni's Birth Story
On July 17, my actual due date, we were taking our little Jenni home. She has been growing up so quickly before my eyes already. She is over a month old now. It took me a long time to come to terms with how Jenni was born. It was very emotional. This is the story as well as I can remember it. Hope you enjoyed reading it.
Friday, March 28, 2014
Bundles of Joy and Change
Things are changing. Change. It's not really something that most people like to deal with. But change is here in our household.
I'm sure all of you must know by now that Peter and I are expecting our first child mid-July this summer. This means change. Change in schedules, habits, activities, ... Life in general. Now don't take this to mean that I'm not accepting of this change. This is me thinking and contemplating about it. I guess it just hasn't really sunk in yet. I am going to be a mother. When Peter and I started dating, this was a dream of mine that was being realized. What I saw in Peter was great father material. He is going to be so great. I can't wait to watch him. He has this personality that is fun-loving and yet, he knows where to draw the line. He will be able to demand respect from our children and yet, they will love him, trust him, want to be near him. I have seen this in him as we have worked with the youth in the last few years. He is their friend but no their best friend. You get the picture I hope. I'm saying my husband is going to be an awesome dad and that's one of the reasons I married him. I couldn't wait to parent children with him.
So this dream... To be a mom... To teach my kids about Jesus. Oh, that is a privilege I am so looking forward to. I actually think about my baptismal vows daily. My child is a part of a covenant made with him/her by God and he/she doesn't even know it yet. I'm just letting that sink in. I don't know what kind of personality my child will have. Will they be naughty? Will they be good? Will they be rebellious? Will they be sassy? Will they be respectful? And here's the best part: God already knows all this and He already has made a covenant based on the family they're being born into. Baptism is awesome.
I also can't wait to teach my kids music! Ah! I have a captive little audience as is right now. Let me tell ya, if you go to my church, and I jump suddenly while playing, it's now because baby kicks me constantly while in play. Oh it is my favorite part about being pregnant! My baby responds to my playing and singing and I love it! I can't wait to sing to my baby when he/she is born... Whether it's to stop those tears or it's because we're happy and having fun or just praising God!
So back to the change... I have all these wonderful things to look forward to... What's there problem, you ask? Well, no problem... But life will change. Maybe it will be more difficult to serve the church. Maybe it will be more difficult to do things with friends. Maybe I will have to actually quit work all together. I will definitely miss being a part of youth retreats and convention. And that doesn't mean never, maybe it just means not now.
I look at other parents and life seems to go on. It is going to be a huge learning curve learning how to raise a family (!) AND realize that life goes on outside of my home.
I can definitely accept this change. But you know what is going to change most, at least my best guess? ME.
God is trusting this little helpless being to me. He is trusting me with this bundle of joy. It will be difficult to not take too much responsibility for this little person and their faith, how they grow up because ultimately, this child belongs to the Lord. I am not only preparing myself for parenthood and the joys and challenges of that but also to be sanctified. I am not perfect but I am on a journey towards perfection -- to be more and more like Jesus.
So CHANGE. Change is going to be really good. In terms of sanctification, that means blessing even though there are challenges and knowing that God is in absolute control over all things, even little old me... Well... If God is for us, who could possibly be against us? Who?
Hope you enjoyed my musings.
Kelli
Saturday, November 9, 2013
And nothing else matters...
As I have journeyed on this earth for the short time that I have so far, all I have learned is how much more I have to learn. When I think about that, it had to be the hardest thing I had ever learned. I have much to learn about God and doctrine and I can never possibly know it all! And the other thing is, I am not entirely sure I will ever know myself the way God knows me as he knows me better than I even know myself. Pondering this thought, it doesn't seem to make any sense. How can one not know oneself? And maybe there's not anything worth knowing about oneself. All I see is sin, weakness, inability in myself -- that is, apart from Christ.
"Sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me." My grandma always told me that. Sorry, Grandma, but for me, that is the furthest thing from the truth. I am one of those people that for whatever reason, negative words can be detrimental to me. On the flip side, the positive words are heard, pondered, treasured more than the normal person would ever consider. And this is one thing I have actually been able to articulate about myself. The reason itself is entirely unknown to me but I take everything -- the good and the bad -- personally. The negative aspect of this possibly little known fact about myself is I believe an effect of sin, along with the worrying. What can be done?
Knowing that I am a child of the King, the One who has wiped my slate clean means everything. What else in this life, what flaw, what besetting sin, what people say or do, could POSSIBLY matter more than that? It is unfathomable why I forget that so easily. Why am I constantly looking to myself when I already possess the free gift of grace that I have already accepted by faith through Christ? And so I keep searching the scriptures, hungrily listen to sermons and it always comes back to the same thing -- if God is for me, what can be against me? The devil has already lost the battle and I now belong, body and soul, to my faithful Savior, Jesus Christ.
It will always be a vicious cycle in this life -- sin, confession, repentance. But at the end of the day, Jesus is my advocate. And nothing else matters.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Three Years and Counting...
This week was our third anniversary. Every year Peter plans some sort of getaway for us and it's a surprise to me. Maybe you don't know this about me but I LOVE surprises. I love not knowing everything about the trip. It seems to make the trip longer when you don't know every plan. Our first anniversary Peter took me to Six Flags Discovery Kingdom. Last year, we went to Old Sacramento and Beni Hanna. This year, Peter took me to Napa Valley. I have been wanting to go to Napa Valley for a very long time. I was kind of always led to believe that it was overrated and very touristy. I have been many other places to wine taste (Murphy, Lodi, etc) and I really enjoy the experience of extending my knowledge on wine and viticulture. And in the end, we both decided that our idea of fun has changed in the past three years. From roller coasters to wineries, this year was the best so far.
We stopped for lunch at a place that Peter's coworkers kept twlling him to stop at. Peter's line of work actually has him driving to Napa Valley occasionally. They told him to stop for lunch at this burger joint called Big D's Burgers where they have garlic fries. He said he had never actaully stopped there because he was never there at lunch time. So we stopped and had burgers and garlic fries in their gazebo. For being a hole in the wall, the gazebo was clean and well maintained and the food was great.
Our first winery was called Ruthford Ranch. The experience was wine and chocolate pairing. The atmosphere was incredibly inviting and relaxing. Peter is constantly telling me that I need to relax so it felt very fitting for him to bring me to a place to do so. We tasted 5 wines and 4 chocolates in this really comfortable room. One thing I loved about Napa Valley wineries in general is that they all want you to relax, take your time, and enjoy yourself. We certainly did so at this particular winery as they had couches for us to sit on and windows overlooking the small garden and patio area. It was far away from the main road ao there were many trees with changing colors to see.
After our first stop, we decided to drive a little. Our over all drive time so far was around 2 hours. We had driven through Napa, St. Helen, Rutherford, Yountville and lastly to our final destination of Calistoga. Our hotel was in this little town. It had a strip with shops, boutiques, and restaurants, many of which were very fine. I think the thing we both enjoyed so much was that fall had come to these areas and it felt like we were in Michigan again. The only things that reminded us that we weren't were the palm trees and mountains in the distance.
We went to a restaurant called Brannon's for dinner. The atmosphere was dark, fancy, and warm. An odd combination, I know, but I cant think of another way to describe it. The windows were large and wide open. Where were all the bugs? We kept expecting them but they never came. We decided not to question it and just enjoy it. I ordered a drink called the Prickly Pear Margarita. It tasted like someone dumped chili powder into it! Even Peter didn't like it. I ended up with a Zinfandel and peter with a beer ( I don't know what kind it was).
Something you may not know about me: I love Surf 'n Turf and my Peter let me order it ! It was phenomenal! He ordered a BBQ platter complete with chicken, ribs, and brisket. As we enjoyed our fancy meal together, we reminisced over the last year and how God had worked in each one of us. We talked about how it changed and how it stayed the same and discussed the future. God has truly blessed us. He gave us each other, sinners though we may be, and through the Holy Spirit, we point each other to Christ. Looking back over the last year, I can see not only how I have grown but also the work that has yet to be done. It's amazing how two imperfect people can coexist and still bring out the best in each other. My prayer for our next year is that we may grow in grace and wisdom even more than we already have in the past three years.
Day two of our adventure included both beer and wine. We started the day at Sterling winery. You have to take a gondola up the hill. The valley where this winery is located is quite forested and offers texture and dimension in the view. That is probably my favorite thing about the autumn season. And this year because our location, we got to enjoy that with out seeing too much of the Halloween decorations. It reminded me of why we decided on an Autumn wedding in the first place: colors.
At the top of the hill, we were greeted with our first tasting and entered the self guided tour. The tour was a "grape to glass" tour. I enjoyed the enlightenment of viticulture and wine making. It was quite fascinating and helps explain the complexity of taste in wine. So as we were taking the tour, we were tasting wine, enjoying scenery, each other and relaxation. We took our time. It actually felt kind of European in a sense, except there was no food.
The beer tasting was at a brewery in Santa Rosa. It apparently is 12 miles away from Calistoga. We drove through some hills and valleys to get there. Fun drive. This brewery is called Russian River Brewery. The food was great, we ordered pizza. I don't particularly care for beer but Peter enjoys it and he also enjoys brewing. We had a good time driving there and being there.
I know this post is super long so if you're still reading along to the bitter end, thank you for taking interest in my life. I'm so thankful that God chose me to be one of His children and that he gave me a husband whom he also chose. At the end of it all, we are both sinners who need Jesus and keep pointing each other back to Him however painful it may be.
Soli Deo Gloria
Kelli
Monday, October 14, 2013
Perm rods and Joy
I never thought I would enjoy perms as much as I do until I began to work with the elderly. Perms are a long process which can turn out to be tedious depending on the person. When I was in beauty school, I never imagined I'd ever need to know how to do a perm let alone a shampoo set. They seemed to be a thing of the past.
Well I started working for a beauty shop within a society that serves the elderly. The position I have secured is within the memory care unit where there is a ratio of one caregiver to four residents and eight residents per house. It's a lovely setup. These resdients have one form of dementia or another and so working with them can be a real challenge at times.
The key I have learned is to find the humor in whatever situation is presented to you. Sometimes, it really is hard to not take what was said to you personally. You have to realize the disease is not allowing them control over what they say or do. This being said, some days are difficult while other days are just plain entertaining.
My job combines my love for doing hair with my love for working for the elderly. My job is to be in the moement that they are in at that moment. If I can do that, I have done my job, brought them joy and made them beautiful.
My last lady for today was singing in the mirror, "what a beautiful girl". It brought tears to my eyes and a smile to my lips that I gave her such joy just by giving her a vintage hairstyle (as I have lovingly come to know it as). I felt fulfilled by her joy and that is enough of a reward.
Blessings,
Kelli