Letting It Go

Letting it Go. It’s  a bit of a theme song in our house. We sing that Frozen song for ev-er-y-thing. I am super great about telling everyone in my house when they need to ‘let it go.’ (Noticing only the faults of others; it’s an unfortunate skill I have.) But, me? Well, I don’t have anything to let go of, right?

I follow one of those special needs parent pages on Facebook. It’s a little different from my own; more clinically based. I like it for the medical viewpoint. But, I forget sometimes people see the world from a different view than my own; one without Jesus. This particular post allowed parents to vent on their worst special needs moment, that thing that had been said to them that hurt the most. Let ’em have it! I can admit my fingers were primed and ready to begin typing. Like most of us, I have a moment that I just can’t quite ‘let it go.’

I tell myself it’s gone. Then I hear about a person, a meeting, a situation, similar to the one when this dreaded offense happened. Or … a Facebook post pops up giving me the chance to ‘vent’ and tell others of my most horrid moment.

If I’m honest, my ‘let it go’ moment wasn’t all I make it out to be in my head. (I think I’ve been clear before on the extreme imagination/exaggeration that can go on in my head.) Years later (Seriously, it was eons ago.), I can see I may have been a bit emotional about the moment and truly do need to ‘let it goooooo.’

What are you hanging on to at the beginning of this new year? Is there something you could really, I mean really, give to God this time around and let him have all of it?

Venting. I’ve done it. My sister, husband, other special needs moms; they’ve all been on the receiving end of my venting a time or two or twelve. But, I’m not sure it got me much of anywhere but on the road to more bitterness and hate.

Giving up the ghost of this not-so-horrific offense has led me to see God working in this situation. I get to see the work being done to help us and others. I can quickly  imagine how my hateful words of public venting could have altered the future.

“Again, my loved ones, do not seek revenge; instead, allow God’s wrath to make sure justice is served. Turn it over to him. For the scriptures say, ‘Revenge is Mine. I will settle all scores.'” Romans 12:19

Venting. Here’s your chance. I don’t want to know about the actual offense. Here’s what I want to hear about: vent away on a general situation, habit, memory, whatever that thing is you want to start … Letting it Go!!!

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The Best of 2017

The best of 2017. Sounds weird when it was a year most would consider not the best. But, borne out of this year was good books I may never have read without the tough days, more lipstick than a girl could ever need because I tend to shop my feelings, and still a joy that has come from these hard days.

I’ve read some of my favorite books this past year. No, I have not been more impressionable in my emotional state. They were darn good books. Right now I’m reading Struck by Russ Ramsey. So good. His own medical trial is different from ours, but yet, it’s the same. Michele Cushatt is one of my favorite writers. I’ve read two of her books this year and loved them both, I Am and Undone. I Am was an easy to read daily bible study. Perfect for my life filled with “Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom” and the constant interruptions of hospital life. Undone has a medical theme; living an unexpected life. (I’m sensing a theme in my book choices.) Ann Voskamp wrote the bestseller, The Broken Way, and I really enjoyed its easier reading. It was a little less poetic than some of her others and more real life. I like real life. And finally, Matthew West took some of his songs and put them to book in Hello My Name Is. Or maybe it’s the other way around? Either way, he is funny and I loved hearing some of the background to a few of his most popular songs. And he always points me back to Christ in book or in song. What were your favorite books of 2017?

Lipsticks! So many to choose from. I wrote about my favorites this year that came from a weak moment shopping spree. But truth be told, my favorite lipstick of the year is from Stila. I love it in Brûlée. Get it online or at my go-to retail therapy location, Ulta.

The favorite blog posts of 2017 might not make any happiest moments of the year lists. But what I’ve found is joy isn’t always found in just happy times. Just because we are faced with trials doesn’t mean this equates to only misery. Joy comes from something, somewhere, someONE, other than a circumstance. I have learned to trust Jesus more this year than ever before. Because of this, 2017 has been a good year.

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I hope you found Jesus here in 2017. I hope you know you aren’t alone in the special needs walk, be sarcastic to get though the nonsense, and you can’t go wrong with new lipstick.

Much love, S.