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Day 11:: The middle, man!

“The middle is messy”, Brené Brown speaks of the grit of our processes, “but it’s also where the magic happens.”

Honestly for me the middle is often times frustrating.

As I sat on the dock tonight, drinking a beer, and brain dumping on to my journal pages, I noticed the dock needed some work.  My mind wandered over thoughts of pressure washing it, building a new bench table, staining the dock.  Of course, I realistically reeled my thoughts in.  I am just a renter.  Then I recalled shamelessly, the countless other projects I have yet to finish.

Once upon a time, that dock was not there.  All there was in that space was marsh and open water.  No rusty worn out bench, no place to tie off a crab pot, no lights, no piles to hammock from.  The dock did not appear out of nowhere.  One day nonexistent, then next inviting to be ventured out on.

There was a middle.

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Building a dock is quite the undertaking.  You are placing piles into ewwy gooey pluff mud.  This alone takes the right machinery and for most people, the right skilled technician. Then there is the carpentry behind each and every board, the electrical behind the switches and the lights, and the list goes on.  Even before any of this, there has to be approval from the “gods of the local tidal ways”.

Sounds perfectly straight forward.  Easy. One days planning, one days work. Absolutely not!

Sounds a lot like most of my seasons.  There is work.  There are zigzag patterns I walk.  I hit obstacles.  I want to give up, but the vision keeps pushing me forward.

As you and I wrestle in this season, may we remember the middle is messy. May we take a step outside our situation for just long enough to see that there were other seasons.  We entered and left those seasons, but between the beginning and the end there was an emotionally charged middle.

If we can get that perspective the frustration, the negativity, or whatever else we may be experiencing is transformed into forward moving hope.

May we have the strength and courage to walk out the middle with confidence, faith, and security.

He is good.  He is for us.  He will deliver us.  He is waiting for us to ask: “God what are you doing right here in this moment”.

Day 9:: The wolves

I stumbled upon this neat little video this evening.  It was a subtle reminder to me and felt it fit well here on Day 9.

 

What we “feed” is what we reflect.

What struck me the most is that which we try to ward off and wage war against often times increases.  There is something to be said about letting things go.  For me, the art of letting go often entails an honest confession before a very understanding Father. What about you?

My we deal the rest of the week with each wolf appropriately, so that we may gain a greater awareness of ourselves.

 

Day 8:: To see the shells

Seeing the pictures of sharks teeth and beautiful shells littered on the beach in the wake of the storm has encouraged me to make it my goal to walk barefoot on the shore this week in search of treasures.

Barefoot Honest, unrestricted, open, feeling.

Sounds inviting to me.  I had a moment today…not a melt down moment…not a heroic moment…more like a tender moment.  A barefoot moment.

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In worship, I burst through the fog swirling in my head.  In honest worship, that kind that comes from your gut.  Worship that pulled me to a higher plane, to see above my current state.

Barefoot. 

All I know is that with that moment, I realized my feet have been cramped in my shoes for too many days.

Time to kick of the shoes and take a slow “walk”.  My particular walk involved sitting indian-style on the floor, eyes closed, soaking up His goodness.

“Not enough time” can be a wicked lie.  When all it takes sometimes is a few minutes to get this heart aligned and for peace to sink where anxiety had a foothold.

Barefoot.

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I am unearthing a couple practices to help me live more moments barefoot.  One that you might find interesting as well is Centering Prayer.  What practices are helpful for you to reflect and center yourself?

 

Day 4-7:: Aftermath

Mother Nature is unmistakably gorgeous, mysterious, and powerful.  I am hoping she has a bit more calm in store for my city for the duration of the season.

In the midst of uncertainty of evacuation and blaring “urgent” news alerts, I pushed through this week.  I found a hide-away room in my parents house where I drowned out other noise to the sound of Ben Howard and Kelanie Glockler while trying to meet school work deadlines.

It was a battle to push back worry every morning and every evening.  And at moments, I felt I was defeated only to be revived by a glimmer of perspective.

So with no explanation needed…Day 4, 5, 6, and 7 meet me here.  Its a rich feeling really. Why?

Hurricane Matthew blew through the night here in Charleston.  I hunkered down in the center living room with the pup and my youngest brother; falling asleep once anticipation had worn me out.  IMG_2162.JPG

We had no visibility until the morning hours.  With the light we saw Matthew shaking the trees violently, but all the good parts of his show came in the hours of yawns and snores.

The damage reflected his temper.  And the camaraderie to clean up the mess reflected everyone’s relief.

 

Upon my return home today, I saw the reflection of my soul as if it were visibly before me.  What appeared to me in the mirror was anxiety and stress feeding negativity.

My focus was misplaced, some storm had come in my soul when I was not looking.  Why was I jumping into negativity? I was tired and there was much still left undone.

Ever feel like that?  Maybe I’m the only one, but it is a story I know well enough.  Now I pay attention when I see the reel start to play.  So I paused, rewound, and did some editing.

First stop: gratitude.  Lets just put that in bold shall we: Gratitude.

Second stop: grace giving.  I began asking for grace to be applied to the areas in my life and soul were I was seeing the cracks.  No need for me to try to shove the pieces back together in an anxious fit.

Just smother the cracks in grace.

Peaceful work, soul care, and rest followed.  Its not a formula though.  Its just what my reflection showed me in the moment and my desire to emanate something different.

Where is it that your heart or mind needs to be smothered in grace today?  May you invite Him in to do just that.

Peace.

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Sail boats existing the creek, headed back to the harbor.

 

Day 3:: The Ups of Downs

A little light,
shaking within.
Shaking without,
Nerves be calm.

A thought,
world untraveled.
World discovered,
Dreams find rest.

A call,
desire chased.
Desire laid up,
Moments in stillness.

 

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Somedays there are not many words.  Despite our volume, we reflect our inner fights.

When we turn to Him in the midst of our battling, He is faithful to show that He is right beside us fighting on our behalf.

What is your outward behavior reflecting about your inner state of being?  In an honest still moment would you let Him see?  He is faithful to show you something in return.

Day 2: On Fire

 

Everything inside you knows there’s more than what you’ve heard.  So much more than empty conversations filled with empty words

– Switchfoot “On Fire”

This song is stuck there in my head and in my heart.  So I pay attention.

Picture this with me: You walk up to a long knotted wooden counter, bartender says, “Well? What will it be?”.  Your eyes scan shelf after shelf of the thousands of labels on bottles, some reading: Shoes and More, Booze and Xanex, Busy and Distracted, Netflix and ChillAnxious and OverworkedComparison and Hustle.  An ache, an angst, a nagging that  will not let you be.  What bottle will drown it out for the time being?

For mercy sake, no bar actually exists. But our aches are real.  Our attempts to fill the voids are played out.

I’m here to whisper to you, to me: There is more.

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There is One who satisfies every longing.  One who looks at the hungry and feeds them.

Even if you know the One, and you think you’ve explore all there is to explore about him.  There is more.

For those who hear the simple whispers, be encouraged in all you face.  May you turn towards the fire and enter in.

For it is in the fire that overtime all else falls away.  Gold is put in the fire, but will not be consumed.  It will be made pure.  In all its purity, we can watch it gloriously reflect the fire from which it came.

You and I too will reflect the fires from which we came.  There will be stories told because we, hungry for more, stepped into the flames.  Others may see their reflection in our stories.  Enough bravery will rise up for them to step into their fires.

And you’re on fire when He’s near you
You’re on fire when He speaks
You’re on fire, burning at these mysteries

-Switchfoot “On Fire”

May you and I lean into the fire as we look to the One who invites. Come see, there is more!

 

31 days:: Day 1 Reflections

Scroll down for Day 1!

Or to check out the other days just click the link below.  I am adding each day to the list as I go.

Day 2:: On Fire

Day 3:: The Ups of Downs

Day 4-7:: Aftermath

Day 8:: To see the shells

Day 9:: The wolves

Day 10:: Off for reflection 🙂

Day 11:: The middle, man!

Day 12-13:: Dimly

Day 14:: Sunday’s Loop

Day 15-16:: A mirror like no other

Day 17-18:: Lowcountry Lights

Day 19-20:: Break for fall

Day 21-22:: The unruly discipline

Day 23-25:: Prayer from the table

Day 26-27:: Fiery boots

Day 28-29:: Simply impactful

31 That’s a wrap!

Here I go again, attempting with thousands of others on the internet to write consecutively for 31 days on the same topic.

This go around will be interesting for sure. Grad student, busy body keeping clients happy, ministry school student.  The roles can be a bit overwhelming at times.  But at my core what are the burning desires?  The roles that if I were to not fulfill, a piece of me would be in angst.  These roles are birthed out of a relationship with the one who is Love.  Writer, Artist, Revivalist, Daughter, Sister.

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In an attempt to feed (and hopefully you can do the same) the inner spinnings of my spirit, here is space for you and I to explore for 31 days, Reflections.  I’m more than thrilled! I hope you will join me on this journey.

We take a look back to remember, to learn, to restore.  We reflect.  In the deepest parts of us we have mirrors hidden within our souls covered by dusty blankets.  What are these mirrors meant to reflect?  We look upon the waters of a vast lake and we see the heavens kiss the earth as clouds dance upon the ripples.  It is but a mere reflection.

What is in your heart and soul spinning around waiting to be revealed?

Maybe, you too, would like to take up the challenge and write for 31 days. Click on the link to discover resources and helpful tips.  You have until Oct 5th to link up with people from all over who are taking up the challenge.

Blessings!

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