Thursday, February 5, 2009

Stepping Out Momentarily

I'm editing this because my crazy brain forgot the very thing I wanted to start this post off with. Thank you all so much for your heartfelt comments on my last post. They all meant so much to me. You are wonderful friends and your support means a lot!

I hate to do this because I'll miss everyone a LOT, but I'm going to take a little bloggy break. I'm sick again, but I'm thankful (oh SO thankful!) that it's not the stomach thing. Princess and I came down with it together, so we must have gotten it in the fifteen minutes we were at the store! I've been avoiding public places, but sometimes a girl's gotta go shopping, especially when you're out of things to make decent meals with! The nice thing is getting to cuddle with my baby. She likes to do "girl things" together, and wanted me to take a nap with her. She crawled into my bed, and I held her. She was asleep within three minutes.

I love to see my children sleeping. She had such a beautiful, cherubic look on her flushed little face. I would have loved to stay there, but had to get up to check blood sugar as I had taken extra insulin to handle the peanut M&Ms I gave in to. Not the best thing to do when ill, but sometimes you just need chocolate!

Overall, it's been pleasant. These past few days have been wonderful! I feel like the Lord is blessing me to have the strength I've needed to get a routine in the house, and the kids are behaving so much better. They do so well (Whoo! Felt baby kick just now--or should I say flutter?) and the difference in their attitudes have been amazing. I'm getting more love and hugs from Professor, Lion isn't melting down as often, and there has been much, much less fighting. It's scary how everything really boils down to my attitude, planning, and gospel study. Strength from the Lord is what's holding me up, because I can't do it on my own.

I know a lot of this can be attributed to the challenge over at Michal's Healthy Habits blog where I'm participating in a scripture study challenge. I study some every day, and it was the beginning of this week where I really started feeling the difference. After the blessing James gave me last week I started feeling more hope and guidance, and feel I'm being blessed with inspiration because I'm making a big effort to take care of my spiritual needs daily.

So, rather than keep posting about illness and such, I'm going to step back from everything for a bit to rest. We're finally getting a laptop in the next couple of weeks, so that will make it easier for me to work more on my book and read blogs. I also need to work on the house as much as possible to attain the sort of organization we need to have in place before the baby's born. I'm so proud of the kids, they're learning to take more responsibility. In fact, this afternoon Professor put his first load of laundry in the wash. It makes him feel grown up to help. I'll take that attitude while I can! I only hope it lasts when he's a teenager...

I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I'm sure that as soon as I announce this I'll think of something to blog! It may be a few days to a couple of weeks, but I will be back when I have something remotely interesting to say...or something I can't stop thinking about.

I hope if there's any big news or anything you all will feel free to email me! (Email address is on the sidebar.)

Later!

Monday, February 2, 2009

Letting Go of the Cliff

I've had a lot of ponderous moments lately.

I've been struggling with a lot lately, and no matter how much I prayed or how often I studied my scriptures, the tears kept coming. I would fight the awful, overwhelming feelings and keep them at bay for a while, until something would trigger the flood.

I don't like myself this way. I hate it when things aren't in my control. I like being in control.

For years I couldn't allow myself to fall asleep in the car unless I was so tired I couldn't help it. There were a few occasions when I was a teenager when I was with friends and nearly was in an accident. At those moments I hadn't been looking at the road, even though I wasn't the driver. The fear grew that bad things only happened when I wasn't looking. I knew that I wasn't all powerful, and that those times were just coincidence, but the fear was born nonetheless.

It wasn't until this last trip to spend the New Year's holiday with my in-laws that I finally decided to let go of this particular fear. James knew I was exhausted and told me to sleep. I knew that he would keep us safe and that I should trust him, so I snuggled my pillow and fell asleep for about 30 minutes. "See?" James said after I woke, "Nothing happened." Of course not. I felt safe with him.

I have a hard time letting go of my life and trusting Heavenly Father. I feel that if I have a death grip on what is around me, mainly my life and my children, that I will punish myself enough that nothing worse can happen to anyone. My irrational subconscious thinking is that if I give myself enough of a trial that the Lord will say something like the following: "She's punishing herself enough. I don't need to do anything drastic like take one of her children or allow them to have a terminal illness, take her home before her kids grow up, incapacitate her husband" etc, etc. Because of this I cling on to whatever control I have. My fears aren't something I consciously think about, but they are so scarily real. I don't obsess about my children's safety, but it's something that's always in the back of my mind.

The crazy thing is that our life isn't free of trials when I do this. My second son has dealt with and is dealing with developmental delays that require a lot of extra patience and understanding, which doesn't come easily to me. My health has been frustrating and a concern. My husband has been wearing himself out with work and school these past years and I get worried about him. We don't know what will happen with this pregnancy. Each day is a struggle and a blessing, both. But aren't they all?

Why should I be so afraid of 'worse'? What I'm dealing with isn't nearly as big of a trial as many have, but in our reality it's no small potatoes either. Between those struggles, the depression I've been dealing with and the utter lack of organization around here (extra serving of guilt, anyone?) I'm surprised I've been keeping it together so long. Well, I guess I have barely been keeping it together. No, it's been crumbling around me.

Last week when I was at the end of my rope I asked James for a blessing. It was beautiful, by the Spirit and just what I needed to hear. Combined with our discussion earlier on trusting the Lord when we had family scripture study, I had a lot to think about.

During scripture study I told the kids about the story of the man who found himself falling off a cliff. He loudly begged the Lord to save him. Out of nowhere a tree growing out the side of the cliff broke his fall.

As he hung there precariously, breath coming in ragged gasps, he cried out, "Never mind Lord, I got it!"

While lying in bed that night after the blessing, I thought about this story. Suddenly an image of a rope ladder came to mind. The picture in my head was of me clinging onto a rope ladder that Jesus was holding over the cliff's overhang. I had no recollection of how I got there, but the fear was almost tangible as I dug my fingers into the dark, semi-moist soil, scared to death to let go and hang on to only the ladder as it swung freely in mid-air, twisting and turning. I knew that the Lord would pull me up quickly. There was no way he was going to let me fall. Still, the thought of letting go was paralyzing. I knew I was going to have to soon whether I wanted to or not, as my fingers would begin to cramp. I wasn't saving myself at all. In actuality, clinging to the cliff's side was doing nothing but hurting me, causing more fear, and prolonging my rescue.

I have rarely had thoughts this vivid, and this one has been a great source of contemplation and comfort. That image has stayed in my mind where I think on it daily, and have been slowly giving myself over to my Heavenly Father. I have told Him in great length about my trouble letting go, even though He already knows about it. Bit by bit I am letting go of that cliff side, so He can pull me up.

Usually I would keep something this special to me to myself. For some reason I feel compelled to share it with you. So I have.

I don't know what else to say except that this isn't going to be an overnight change. I wish it were, but it's not. But today was the best day I've had in a very long time. I was able to face it, be a proper mother to my children and even played games with them. An overall wonderful day, even with the little challenges we had. My attitude was different, and that made a world of difference to the rest of the family. It made a world of difference to our house, too. Usually before a doctor's appointment I have so much anxiety that I retreat inward so as not to fall apart. I barely thought of my appointment tomorrow at all, which was miraculous in itself.

My fingers were becoming so cramped holding on to that cliff that I almost forgot that I don't have to hurt them like that, every muscle screaming for relief. It feels much better to let go.

So much better.