Showing posts with label home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label home. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Losing


My babes are sleeping, but I cannot

I feel as if I live in this place of constant frustration
Of constant wrestling between two polar opposites
Of constant emotional battle where I never win

I know the unconditional love of Father God, his forgiveness and blessings
Yet my Bible remains so often unread, its life-giving words shut off to my heart

I stare at my beautiful baby girl, eyes bright with wonder and joy, loving my time with her
But haunted repeatedly by news stories, fears and worries, that any moment the enemy could snatch her away from me

Enjoying the freedom of staying at home with my princess, wondering about serving in the community, training so I my photos would pay
Yet wondering if it is mere whimsy, an idyllic life far from my reach, and I need to grasp the financial stability of returning to the formal grind of my previous work

Having the low-key, no worries option of renting, and knowing that my home doesn’t define me
But plagued by seeing more and more friends on property ladder, and wondering if we will ever climb its rungs

My heart cries out to write and write, and dreams of a future, a career, inspiring with pen, bringing life with words
Yet it seems just that, a dream so far away, a joy that can’t rise to the surface on long busy days.

Buts and Yets stutter my growth
As an adult
As a wife
As a mother
They stop me from enjoying where I am
And the future looms its dark cloud over me

I remain restless
I feel exhausted
I wonder if it will change at all
Or am I resigned to a life that just feels this torn
In the losing middle of tug-of-war

Why can’t I be satisfied and just enjoy where I am, who I am?

When will I fully understand,
It is what it is?

When will I rest?

When will I win?


Thursday, November 22, 2012

Waiting


I have many great traits.

I’d get tired if I wrote them all, but these are my favourite:

My spontaneity and creativity, throwing myself into the new and different, 
desperate for another crazy adventure.

My ridiculous organising skills, 
planning incredible and detailed events at the drop of a hat.

Combined, I’m a fireball of life and activity.

I’m also the least patient person I know.

My ever-increasing belly, shovelling sweets like the Oompa Loompas my husband so affectionately likened me to, weighed heavy on my frame, making me desperate for escape.

Desperate to end the nine months of puking
Of being restricted in my own skin
Of reluctantly slowing down my pace


 The messages piled in:


“Happy Due Date!!!! Any twinges ....???”

“no sign yet?! booooo xx”

Due day came and went…

“Where are these babies??????”

“Dear baby miller,
I am writing to officially give you an eviction notice. Please vacate your mothers womb by 12am this evening before the overdue cranky woman hormones go crazy ;) “

Everyday waiting for something…but yet nothing came, not even a hint…

“You not blown yet? Milking this whole pregnancy thing abit too much aren't you?”

“Ok, I'm done being patient for you!!! Go jogging or climb some stairs ... or ... OTHER things ... and get that baby moving! “

You were “done”?!
I was done.
Overdone.
Completely spent and exhausted from being patient.



Dogs and cats wait 60 days.
Rabbits wait 33 days.
Mice only wait 20 days.

Humans?
271 days.

Why forced to have so many bloated days?
What reason is there behind this torture?!

Texts of encouragement came in, but none spoke more strongly than this:

“These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance.
That is why waiting does not diminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother.
We are enlarged in the waiting.
We, of course, don’t see what is enlarging us.
But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful our expectancy.
Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, 
God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along.
 He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.
God knew what he was doing from the very beginning.”
{Romans 8}

We wait
For that spouse that never comes
For that job promotion they say is just around the corner
For the day we will earn more
For that relationship to be fixed
For the house of our own

The morning the contractions started
Painfully waking me at 5am
Faithfully pulsing every 20 minutes
Five hours later
As my mum arrived panicked and scared of missing the birth
They remained still 20 minutes apart
My pudgy self bounced frustratingly on the exercise ball
Netflix choices blurred into mundane viewing
My time had come
Labour was imminent
But yet Father God was still calling me
In a place of patience


We wait
For the marriage proposal
For the big break into the industry
For the manager to appreciate our efforts
For the fertility treatment to work
For acceptance on a course
For healing

The sickness came back.
My “friend” vomit that had consumed each week of my pregnancy
Overwhelming took over my labour
Contractions ranged from 1 to 7 minute gaps
Each painfully convulsing my body

A disjointed 10pm walk to the hospital

A delusional time on gas & air

A two hour grueling stint in water

And there she was.



The words of the friend rang in my ear:

“Labour doesn’t matter once it’s stopped.”

Those things are coming.
Those dreams deep in our beings, with heartbeats and kicks and pains
Have life within them
They are cooking, developing, growing.
It may not be happening to you as quick as the dog
Or the cat
Or the mouse
As quick as your sister
Your friend
Everyone else

But it’s coming.

It was relayed to me, that I spoke these words to my precious Zella, 
as her wrinkled grey body lay wetly on my exhausted chest:

“I did this for you. I did this all for you.”


All the waiting
The agony
The stretching
The pushing

My reward, my prize, the end
Was truly worthy of the waiting
My heart has softened
My soul has learnt patience
My character has developed

Truly, I was enlarged in the waiting






Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Last

Arlington, Texas
My home for five years

Yesterday I got on a plane to you
For the last time that I know of

This is our last summer together

When we first met, the sun so bright and warm at 8pm
After invasive immigration “welcome”
You lavishness welcomed me as I settled into my pool house
My first experience of life behind gates
My British charm delightful
Until the second day came
when I called my host’s adult son
 a smart ass
And I realised your language is different
And I have a potty mouth.

I wondered whether I would fit
In within your
Redneck ways
And cowboy hats

But there is so much more to you than
The show ‘Dallas’ portrays

Arlington you were the place
I learnt
Really learnt
Youth ministry
Learnt it’s significance
Learnt that it makes my heart beat
Learnt that mediocrity doesn’t pay the bills
And doesn’t save souls

Learnt to delegate
Let go
Not control
And grow others

Learnt how hard
Yet beautiful it is
To create family
Family that loves Father

Learnt that consumerism
Is in the church
But authenticity
Brings freedom

Learnt about the journey
The conversation
The adventure in you
Your word
Really knowing and studying your word
And your spirit
In the everyday

And Arlington,
You were the place that comforted me
Wiped tears
In the face of
suicide
breast cancer
homesickness
brain tumours

And most of all
I thank you
For getting me married
And keeping me married
For without the mentors of your city
I know I would be
Another divorce statistic
Or another lonely girl
Unable to trust

The best way to know a city
Is to get lost in it
And now I don’t know where
Arlington ends
And I begin

So I put on my swimsuit
Enjoy your sun
Sip all the Sonic I can

And forget about the tears that will flow
When nine weeks
Is counted down.