A friend told me a few months ago that I was in a time period of "Saturn Return". She believes in astrology. I do not. But upon doing a little research into what this "Saturn Return" entails, I do believe that something of this nature is going on in my life. (I just may happen to also believe that a creator of the universe intentionally designed a pattern of our lives & the universe to work in harmony together!)
The basic premise of Saturn Return is that every 28-30 years the moons around Saturn return to where they were at the time of your birth, thus prompting life reflection & transition. Hmm, yes this sounds very familiar to life right now!
As I reflect & transition throughout such life lessons as relationships, finances, spirituality and self-perception, I have noticed a trend not only in my life, but in society around me: no one wants to deal with the bad stuff.
It appears to me, as I dig deeper into myself, that if it's hard, frustrating, bad, painful or otherwise uncomfortable I have a strong urge to push my arms out in front of me, turn my face away and just not deal with it. You might be thinking to yourself, "of course you do! Don't we all?! Duh!" Well yes, but you see, the shocking realization came into play when I realized that I am actually like this, as opposed to the efficient, type-A, "on top of it" type of gal I THOUGHT I was!
And the frustration mounts when I proceed to realize that I fight this mentality of "life must be easy for me ALL the time" with the juveniles I encounter every day... now the tables have turned and I find myself staring at my very image in their (not-so-innocent) eyes. Disappointment with myself quickly ensues.
You may be asking, but Alita, what's so wrong with this idea that everyone should be happy & comfortable all the time?? My response: A LOT is wrong with it. No matter what some well-intentioned parents or manipulative, good looking politicians may tell you, it is a farce to believe that we must be comfortable ALL of the time. Life simply does not allow it. Even when we try to do good & be good all the time (as I have) we end up failing (as I have). Whether it's a broken relationship or a debt sold to a collector, my good intentions only went so far until reality slowly leaked in... drat!
So what's a gal (or guy) to do?! Well, I'm working on that right now... but my first instinct: to not let "the man" get you down. To accept my mistakes & failures as only what they are. They are a moment in time in which I did not do what was best for myself (and perhaps others around me). They only define me to the point at which I accept my shortcomings and choose to do better the next time around. Not only do I choose better next time, I do everything within my power to right the current wrong. When I am satisfied that I have given it my all, the only thing left to do is move on. And as I move on, I can only hope that when my next Saturn Return comes along, I will be struggling with new lessons, and not these same ones... ;)
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
fools parade
Tyrone Wells’ music has been making girls’ hearts swoon for a few good years now. Ever since I first heard his voice and experienced his mad guitar skills at Puget Sound Christian College circa 2003, I was sold…
But recently I heard one of his songs and was able to relate more than ever:
“Each time I’ve believed,
Love has proved to be
A fool’s parade
Lost in this masquerade
Marching in Line
Trying hard to keep time
With my broken heart beat
Fools parade
Cried the band as it plays
And love makes its retreat
Every step of my feet
Sends it away
Hear the crowd point and say, ‘It’s a fool’s parade.’
How I wish I could believe
When a princess [or prince] waves at me
That my true love has been found.
But someone's always just behind
To get the wave I thought was mine.
I always play a clown
In this fool's parade.”
Some people seem really worried about me becoming bitter and harboring anger due to my recent break up. I appreciate the concern. However, I’m just trying to be honest with my feelings right now. Being one who struggles with always feeling rejected, I have to be self aware enough to be able to grow through this situation, but at the same time not overly self critical to the point of self character mutilation.
Tyrone has nailed my sentiments on the head. I feel like a fool. I feel foolish for believing yet again that someone might actually love me for who I am. I feel foolish for putting myself out there. I feel like a clown who’s not quite good enough. And yeah, that can make a girl kinda angry & bitter sometimes.
At the same time, whether or not I’ve been foolish, God is good in spite of my actions or anyone else’s. He is not a clown. He does not cause turmoil like this, but as I look to Him for strength, he will provide it. He is a shelter in the storm. He is a light in the darkness.
The other day I was questioning why I had to experience this type of pain all over again, and I heard loud & clear: “You need to know what pain is.” I have had an easy life, all things considered. But I feel led to love some deeply hurting people. The pain I’m experiencing right now pales in comparison to extreme poverty, broken families, loosing loved ones & being diagnosed with terminal illnesses. But how am I to love people with broken hearts if I’ve never experienced one myself?
Good will come of this fool's parade.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
driving lesson
Wow, this past week has been full of emotion, self evaluation & heartache. It has felt so good to write again; to process all of this through. I know I could have done it in the safety of a journal where no judgmental eyes will cast looks upon the dealings of my heart, but I have been driven here. Again, I appreciate the support & feedback I have received.
Yesterday I realized something HUGE and feel the need to say it here, in light of some other statements I've made earlier this week.
Three years ago I disobeyed God. I climbed into the driver's seat, came home from Kenya and said to God, "God, I will go back to Kenya when I'm married and when I have a masters degree." At the time, my heart longed to return to Kenya, and I had received offers to return and join other teams, but I refused. Instead, I plunged into a world of heart pains, which brought along with it loneliness, debt and lots of confusion. (Not to mention the reverse culture shock I was naturally experiencing.) But at the same time, my heart was longing to be loved and my mind was reeling with what I had learned in my short African stint. I yearned for understanding to go back and do better next time. My intentions were good, but I was out of line with what God desired for me.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not regretting the last 3 years here in the States. God, in his amazing faithfulness walked down this road with me instead. Like a friend, sitting in the passenger seat looking at the map, seeing clearly the right way to turn, but can't convince me otherwise, he has sat patiently with me. He's taken advantage of the pit stops to use me in spite of myself. I am grateful for the life I've lived these last three years. I've had an enormous experience working with at-risk kids & their families, and I've been blessed to be on a church plant team for the first time. I even got to wear the green apron for a while! ;)
A year ago, when I finally returned to Kenya for a short visit, I felt a sense of peace, as if I could now be "ok" with were I was at. I didn't feel like I was never going back to Africa, but I finally felt peace about not being there for a while longer. A year later, it seems that God is preparing me for a return, but it won't be for a while longer yet. I need to get out of the debt trap that my student loans and car are keeping me in. As much as I'd like to return to school, getting back into debt to do so is not worth it to me. One doesn't need a masters degree to be useful in Africa (or any degree, for that matter!) ;) And as for a husband, well, that matter is obviously completely out of my control. I'm perfectly content allowing God to take the wheel of that desire as well.
So, I'm not saying that I already have a set plan to return to Kenya... that would be foolish & silly to plunge ahead with my own desires again after learning this valuable lesson. I do feel convicted that my number one priority right now is to get out of debt. After that, we'll see! I would love to be given the opportunity to return to Africa.
For now, I'm pulling over... climbing out of the driver's seat, angry, confused & sad... handing the steering back over to the One to whom it belongs and settling back into the passenger seat, with a bit of excited anticipation, a seed of hope and definite relief.
Yesterday I realized something HUGE and feel the need to say it here, in light of some other statements I've made earlier this week.
Three years ago I disobeyed God. I climbed into the driver's seat, came home from Kenya and said to God, "God, I will go back to Kenya when I'm married and when I have a masters degree." At the time, my heart longed to return to Kenya, and I had received offers to return and join other teams, but I refused. Instead, I plunged into a world of heart pains, which brought along with it loneliness, debt and lots of confusion. (Not to mention the reverse culture shock I was naturally experiencing.) But at the same time, my heart was longing to be loved and my mind was reeling with what I had learned in my short African stint. I yearned for understanding to go back and do better next time. My intentions were good, but I was out of line with what God desired for me.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not regretting the last 3 years here in the States. God, in his amazing faithfulness walked down this road with me instead. Like a friend, sitting in the passenger seat looking at the map, seeing clearly the right way to turn, but can't convince me otherwise, he has sat patiently with me. He's taken advantage of the pit stops to use me in spite of myself. I am grateful for the life I've lived these last three years. I've had an enormous experience working with at-risk kids & their families, and I've been blessed to be on a church plant team for the first time. I even got to wear the green apron for a while! ;)
A year ago, when I finally returned to Kenya for a short visit, I felt a sense of peace, as if I could now be "ok" with were I was at. I didn't feel like I was never going back to Africa, but I finally felt peace about not being there for a while longer. A year later, it seems that God is preparing me for a return, but it won't be for a while longer yet. I need to get out of the debt trap that my student loans and car are keeping me in. As much as I'd like to return to school, getting back into debt to do so is not worth it to me. One doesn't need a masters degree to be useful in Africa (or any degree, for that matter!) ;) And as for a husband, well, that matter is obviously completely out of my control. I'm perfectly content allowing God to take the wheel of that desire as well.
So, I'm not saying that I already have a set plan to return to Kenya... that would be foolish & silly to plunge ahead with my own desires again after learning this valuable lesson. I do feel convicted that my number one priority right now is to get out of debt. After that, we'll see! I would love to be given the opportunity to return to Africa.
For now, I'm pulling over... climbing out of the driver's seat, angry, confused & sad... handing the steering back over to the One to whom it belongs and settling back into the passenger seat, with a bit of excited anticipation, a seed of hope and definite relief.
Friday, September 11, 2009
a prayer
God,
Pain is an experience beyond explanation here on earth. It sucks. It doesn't make sense. It's so difficult to deal with at times...
Some are more used to it than others. I know there are some parts of pain that I cannot begin to claim to have experienced. I have not lost a child. I have not lost a close friend or family member. I have not been diagnosed with a life-threatening illness. I have not been raped, tortured, kidnapped, beaten or held hostage.
I do not believe that you create pain. I do believe that you have experienced more pain than any of us will ever realize. I do believe than no matter the extent of the pain we experience, you go there with us. You hold us up when all we want to do is crumple. You see us through when all we want to do is turn around. You comfort when all we experience is heart ache.
You are faithful in spite of the pain. You are faithful. In spite of the pain.
Amen.
Pain is an experience beyond explanation here on earth. It sucks. It doesn't make sense. It's so difficult to deal with at times...
Some are more used to it than others. I know there are some parts of pain that I cannot begin to claim to have experienced. I have not lost a child. I have not lost a close friend or family member. I have not been diagnosed with a life-threatening illness. I have not been raped, tortured, kidnapped, beaten or held hostage.
I do not believe that you create pain. I do believe that you have experienced more pain than any of us will ever realize. I do believe than no matter the extent of the pain we experience, you go there with us. You hold us up when all we want to do is crumple. You see us through when all we want to do is turn around. You comfort when all we experience is heart ache.
You are faithful in spite of the pain. You are faithful. In spite of the pain.
Amen.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
bitter or realistic?
I've had a lot of responses to these recent blogs. All have been incredibly supportive and full of kind words from friends who I've met all over and come from all different parts of life. But its interesting how my writing is interpreted differently by each person.
Some of you have expressed concern over my "being sad" and cautioned against becoming embittered against love... I'm hoping to clarify some of my thoughts tonight.
Love is a powerful, amazing, beautiful, indescribable thing. It's an emotion, a feeling, an action, an energy all rolled into one word. It can be expressed in different ways for different purposes.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast. It is not proud, it is not rude. It is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails...
I wish this description were my own, but I didn't come up with it. (Thank-you, God!) As I dwell on this ultimate description of love, I see why my heart is hurting this week. Granted, this is a very upstanding order. Even the greatest of all who love will at some point fall short of the mark on this one. But if this is love how it was intended, then no wonder the entire world is hurting right now! My feelings are a microscopic example of pain that is experienced when love falls short around the world.
I'm not any more important than anyone else. My "problems" will eventually dissipate. Life goes on. If I'm not interested in "falling in love" right now, or for a long time, or ever again, the world will still go on. And I hope the best for those out there who are experiencing love in it's varied, wonderful forms, whether it's romantic or completely platonic. Truly, I do. Because love is a matter that is completely out of anyone's control. We can't explain where it comes from, how it happens, or what it makes us do (or not do). We can, however, decide how we will deal with love in our lives.
How we deal with love depends greatly on our experience with it thus far in our lives. I have experienced great joy out of loving others, such as family, friends, and children in great need. I have only experienced great pain out of loving men. It's great for a little while, but eventually has ended with my heart gasping for a breath of clean air, feeling torn, stomped over or shriveled up. Please don't mistake this for a pity party. This is not my intention. Just merely stating facts as they pertain to my life. And because this has been the result of my experiences with romantic love thus far, I feel better off walking away from the desires of my heart on this one. It is better for me to love platonically and fully, than to love romantically and end up empty. It hurts less to live alone and suffer through the occasional lonely times than to give love to another and receive even less than I started out with in return. Maybe in the long run, I'm wrong. But right now, this is what makes sense. If you touch the stove, you're going to get burned. If you don't touch the stove, you won't get burned.
Thanks for reading. :)
Some of you have expressed concern over my "being sad" and cautioned against becoming embittered against love... I'm hoping to clarify some of my thoughts tonight.
Love is a powerful, amazing, beautiful, indescribable thing. It's an emotion, a feeling, an action, an energy all rolled into one word. It can be expressed in different ways for different purposes.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast. It is not proud, it is not rude. It is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails...
I wish this description were my own, but I didn't come up with it. (Thank-you, God!) As I dwell on this ultimate description of love, I see why my heart is hurting this week. Granted, this is a very upstanding order. Even the greatest of all who love will at some point fall short of the mark on this one. But if this is love how it was intended, then no wonder the entire world is hurting right now! My feelings are a microscopic example of pain that is experienced when love falls short around the world.
I'm not any more important than anyone else. My "problems" will eventually dissipate. Life goes on. If I'm not interested in "falling in love" right now, or for a long time, or ever again, the world will still go on. And I hope the best for those out there who are experiencing love in it's varied, wonderful forms, whether it's romantic or completely platonic. Truly, I do. Because love is a matter that is completely out of anyone's control. We can't explain where it comes from, how it happens, or what it makes us do (or not do). We can, however, decide how we will deal with love in our lives.
How we deal with love depends greatly on our experience with it thus far in our lives. I have experienced great joy out of loving others, such as family, friends, and children in great need. I have only experienced great pain out of loving men. It's great for a little while, but eventually has ended with my heart gasping for a breath of clean air, feeling torn, stomped over or shriveled up. Please don't mistake this for a pity party. This is not my intention. Just merely stating facts as they pertain to my life. And because this has been the result of my experiences with romantic love thus far, I feel better off walking away from the desires of my heart on this one. It is better for me to love platonically and fully, than to love romantically and end up empty. It hurts less to live alone and suffer through the occasional lonely times than to give love to another and receive even less than I started out with in return. Maybe in the long run, I'm wrong. But right now, this is what makes sense. If you touch the stove, you're going to get burned. If you don't touch the stove, you won't get burned.
Thanks for reading. :)
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
worst Christian pick up line EVER
"I feel like it's God's purpose for me to love you."
"I think God wants us to be in this relationship."
Unfortunately I've fallen for both of these lines at two different points in my life. I finally realized today that this line is the equivalent of the non-Christian line, "If you love me you'll have sex with me." It might be worse than that, actually, because it's harder to refute.
Guys, if you tell a girl who loves God that you think God wants the two of you to be together, you are giving her a line she can't refuse. Because if she loves God & wants to trust you as her partner, she will believe you. The problem is, I haven't ended up with either guy who told me this; so either God was lying or they were. Hmmm...
I'm partially to blame in this mess as well. I should have gently put my hand over his mouth and said, "Whoa, buddy! How about we pray about this together?" Or, "How about I pray about that and get back to you?" But girls want to know they can trust the guy they are with. Personally, I want to know I can trust my partner with his spirituality and faith. Apparently I've been too trusting. The next time a guy tells me he thinks we should be together because of God's purpose, I think I will run screaming in the opposite direction. Sad, but true.
Some lessons out of this:
Guys, please don't tell a girl it's God's purpose for you to love her or be with her unless you've prayed with her about God's purpose for both of your lives, and prayed on your own until you're blue in the face about it and are absolutely sure its true. In fact, it might be best to wait until your wedding day for that one.
Girls, don't fall for the ultimate Christian pick-up line. Question it. Seek God for yourself; don't just give in to the lines we all so desperately long for.
"I think God wants us to be in this relationship."
Unfortunately I've fallen for both of these lines at two different points in my life. I finally realized today that this line is the equivalent of the non-Christian line, "If you love me you'll have sex with me." It might be worse than that, actually, because it's harder to refute.
Guys, if you tell a girl who loves God that you think God wants the two of you to be together, you are giving her a line she can't refuse. Because if she loves God & wants to trust you as her partner, she will believe you. The problem is, I haven't ended up with either guy who told me this; so either God was lying or they were. Hmmm...
I'm partially to blame in this mess as well. I should have gently put my hand over his mouth and said, "Whoa, buddy! How about we pray about this together?" Or, "How about I pray about that and get back to you?" But girls want to know they can trust the guy they are with. Personally, I want to know I can trust my partner with his spirituality and faith. Apparently I've been too trusting. The next time a guy tells me he thinks we should be together because of God's purpose, I think I will run screaming in the opposite direction. Sad, but true.
Some lessons out of this:
Guys, please don't tell a girl it's God's purpose for you to love her or be with her unless you've prayed with her about God's purpose for both of your lives, and prayed on your own until you're blue in the face about it and are absolutely sure its true. In fact, it might be best to wait until your wedding day for that one.
Girls, don't fall for the ultimate Christian pick-up line. Question it. Seek God for yourself; don't just give in to the lines we all so desperately long for.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
today
Yesterday's blog was kind of funky & deep. That's where I was at. Today, I was just angry. I was sad & tired too, but mostly angry. Not out of control rage like angry, but just really, really ticked off.
Even still, God cannot cease to blow me away in these few short days. I got home and checked my face book tonight and had 2 messages, one from a girl I've known most of my life and another from a guy I met once. Both had incredible words of healing & love & encouragement in them. The words from my lifelong friend included:
"Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord. So wait upon the Lord. Choose to wait upon the Lord. Strength will come."
She's absolutely right. Strength does come as we wait upon the Lord. But waiting upon the Lord is a choice. Everything on earth pales in comparison to knowing & following Jesus. This pain is fleeting but the plans the Lord has for us are for eternity. My hope and encouragement are found in that. Man, God is good! ;)
Let it be.
Even still, God cannot cease to blow me away in these few short days. I got home and checked my face book tonight and had 2 messages, one from a girl I've known most of my life and another from a guy I met once. Both had incredible words of healing & love & encouragement in them. The words from my lifelong friend included:
"Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord. So wait upon the Lord. Choose to wait upon the Lord. Strength will come."
She's absolutely right. Strength does come as we wait upon the Lord. But waiting upon the Lord is a choice. Everything on earth pales in comparison to knowing & following Jesus. This pain is fleeting but the plans the Lord has for us are for eternity. My hope and encouragement are found in that. Man, God is good! ;)
Let it be.
Monday, September 7, 2009
done, now go
I'm done with the hope that is born with love. At least for me; for in my life there no longer exists the hope for love.
I am not done with hope for others, however. Love may come to many people, of all shapes, sizes, colors, races, decrees & so forth. Hope may be established for the poor, the down-trodden, the rich & famous.
For me hope exists in Africa. For others, it may exist in their backyard or their city, or their nation. I believe in hope for Africa. That's something I can believe in, but not for love for myself. As long as I am living the life God has called me to and made me for, that's all I can put my hope & love & trust in: in God alone to use me how he desires. That is where true love is found. Not in any man's arms, not in his sweet kisses or handsome smile. All of those will pass; but God's hope & love stands firm forever.
And in this girl's case, God's hope & love is leading her back to Africa, to the only home where she ever felt exactly in the middle of God's purpose; as if he had made her exactly for that adventurous, tumultuous, dangerous, beautiful life.
Men come, and always go. Love is fleeting. Hope wavers from time to time. God never changes. Africa is in need and I am called.
Amen.
I am not done with hope for others, however. Love may come to many people, of all shapes, sizes, colors, races, decrees & so forth. Hope may be established for the poor, the down-trodden, the rich & famous.
For me hope exists in Africa. For others, it may exist in their backyard or their city, or their nation. I believe in hope for Africa. That's something I can believe in, but not for love for myself. As long as I am living the life God has called me to and made me for, that's all I can put my hope & love & trust in: in God alone to use me how he desires. That is where true love is found. Not in any man's arms, not in his sweet kisses or handsome smile. All of those will pass; but God's hope & love stands firm forever.
And in this girl's case, God's hope & love is leading her back to Africa, to the only home where she ever felt exactly in the middle of God's purpose; as if he had made her exactly for that adventurous, tumultuous, dangerous, beautiful life.
Men come, and always go. Love is fleeting. Hope wavers from time to time. God never changes. Africa is in need and I am called.
Amen.
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