For a woman so full of words I cannot see why they seem to
be hiding from me. I’m struggling to
write the novel that I am working on.
Writers block? Maybe. But writers block usually follows after
someone is stuck, frozen in the moment and not able to envision the story
beyond. Not me. Not now anyways. I know completely what comes next and then
next beyond that. In fact I have every
aspect of the story set. Maybe I am not
satisfied with the story I’ve outlined you ask.
Not true either. I am excited
with writing it. I can’t wait to see it
ended and I can’t wait for my vision to be, my characters to live. So, why am I struggling?
I think in the past whenever I have lost my words it’s been
Satan’s way of keeping me sedimentary and the sad thing about it is that I
usually let him, for a while until something sets me back on course. Well, perhaps this time that something has to
be me. Perhaps it is time for me to take
responsibility for my laziness before God will help me back on course.
So then, why am I still here, lost without words?
I’ve had a lot of time to reflect lately on who I am and
what my testimony is. Even as a little
girl I knew who God was and never doubted his existence. To this day I do not doubt him. At times I doubt myself but never him. I’ve had conversations as of late with fellow
sisters who are struggling to understand themselves and their role in God’s
world, some asking how I can be so confident in who I am. The word lucky comes up a lot. Sometimes even blessed, which that I am, but
I need to stress here that although I know
that knowing who I am and knowing how much I can shine in a world that
seems to take shiny things and tarnish them is most definitely a blessing, one
of my greatest blessings, it didn’t come without years of very hard work. Some of the most heartbreaking work that I
have ever done.
As a child I was bubbly and happy and never had a problem
making friends. Confident. Then my parents moved to a new town in a new
state and for a time, what seemed like forever to me as a child, I was
completely on the outside. No one wanted
an outsider. Now I don’t blame that
little town we moved to, I don’t even blame those kids, unfortunately it was
just human nature to make fun of the one who doesn’t belong. In fact I so don’t blame any of them that
when the chance came for my husband and I to move back we jumped on it as
quickly as we could.
It wasn’t forever that I was on the outside. Only a few years, but it was enough to form
my little impressionable brain around.
My high school years were filled with lots of good friends and lots of
good memories. In fact I grew up in such
a good grade that it should have been easy for me to love myself because I had
great kids around me every day, but by that point the damage was already
done. Needless to say I had a hard time
believing that I mattered and I wondered how God could love me so much, but I
knew that he did because I knew that the gospel of Jesus Christ was true. So if he loved me so much how come I couldn’t
love myself? And even more how great of
a sinner was I for not believing that I mattered.
I was a good girl.
Very mindful of others feelings, but the first one to throw aside my
own. So how did that change, you
ask. Well, it started with a plea from a
very amazing brother. In fact he doesn’t
even remember saying it to me but he changed my life that day none the
less. When Ken left on his mission, just
a day or so before, he asked me to be happy.
He said, “Happiness is a choice and if you choice it often enough it
becomes a habit. Will you choose it for
me?”
Sure?
Easier said than done.
But I did it all the same. Every
day every time a sad thought, mostly about my pitiful self, popped into my head
I chose to put a happy one in there instead.
Took me forever. Whoever said
that creating new habits only took a few weeks or months or even a few years
was a totally lying! But with a constant
effort I made that choice day in and day out year after year. When I stumbled, very lucky me had a very
amazing hubby who would not let me say or even think one horrible thought about
myself. That started twenty years ago.
Now most people who know me think of me as confident, easy
going, happy, the glass half full kind of gal, and they are very surprised when
I tell them the struggle, especially in my teenage years, that I had with
depression. When I think of that girl I
used to be I hardly can believe that it was me either, while at the same time I
am sad at all the joy that that girl missed out on. I’ve learned to create joy and to love myself
whether or not anyone else does. I’ve
learned that I am beautiful and can look at myself in the mirror and smile
because I like the face that is smiling back at me. I’ve learned that even when I am at my
ugliest, my hair wild from crazy sleep or twenty extra pounds to loose from a
new baby, I am still amazing and most of all that I matter.
A couple years back as I was on my knees having a very
heartfelt gratitude prayer and I asked my Heavenly Father how I could share what
I had learned with everyone. Every
daughter who has forgotten who she is.
Every woman who doesn’t know how she can shine. You see, the joy I feel sometimes is so
overwhelming that my heart feels like it can’t contain it all, and the journey
it took for me to get here was so long and so painful that I want everyone to
have what I have. Everyone to understand
just how much God loves them. When I see
even the smallest glimpse into his love for me I am overwhelmed. Do you know what I know? Do you know that you are amazing? Do you know you can be happy just by choosing
it even when you don’t think that you can?
Sure a new dress or those sexy pair of 4 inch heels can make
you feel like you shine. Heck I love
getting all decked out, but when those outer sparkles come off do you still
shine, because you should. You are
beautiful!
Now look how easily those words came. Funny because some years ago I would have
laughed if you would have told me that I could write the very things that I
have. God loves me. I am amazing and so are you!!
Now if only I can fill the pages of my book that easily.
Good stuff. I love moments like that; moments that change your life forever. You are beautiful.
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