Thursday, March 27, 2014

Leading With Light

I failed my children. I've hurt them. Probably ruined them.

My friends are all too busy for me.

I'm tired. And I'm lonely. Depleted.

None of my biggest dreams came true.

Life is so hard and sometimes I just get sick of life.

No one really understands me, gets me at my core.  I just don't fit in in this world.

These are the thoughts that assaulted me in the middle of the night last night when I couldn't sleep. I knew who the author of these thoughts was, but still I recognized shades of truth in them. I tossed and turned, and I wept. I wept out loud the way I never can during the day when a child might hear me.

I had such an uplifting and inspirational weekend at Time Out for Women just days before, and it always seems that being filled in that way makes me more of a target for the Adversary. I should have seen it coming. This has been a constant battle for me, these attacks on my self-worth. Sometimes life feels so hopeless that I wonder what the point is, what there is to look forward to. There's just been so much pain and disappointment, and I wish I could have been better in so many ways. I let everyone down. Fundamentally, I'm not sure that I'm a good person.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I got up and turned the light on at 1:35am and started cleaning out my closet. And begging for heavenly intervention. Crying as I took pants down from the shelf that I might as well admit I'm never going to fit into again. Tucking away Dylan's Cub Scout belt and Boy Scout sash, and wishing for so many do-overs with my sweet boy. My wedding dress. From my first marriage. My temple marriage. The dress that my mother sacrificed to painstakingly make for me. The accordion file of ten years of court battles with that first husband who always wanted to pay less money and have more time, who could not just stop fighting. (He's still doing it.) Boxes of projects that never got finished. Pictures of happier, or at least more hopeful days. Tears and more tears.

You should offer more service.

That's the voice I hear, not the answer I want. And I know it's true, but it's also so condemning. I am so wrapped up in my own disappointments and failures and struggles and loneliness. I keep waiting for a happier day so that I can reach out to others. It does occur to me, "What if the happier day comes because I'm reaching out to others?"

I reach a stopping point with the closet, and get back into bed. I reach for a book I keep on my nightstand, a sort of life raft I keep there for middle-of-the-night emergencies such as this, called Spiritual Lightening, by M. Catherine Thomas. My friend Luisa sent it to me several years ago when I'd expressed my struggles to her over the phone.

And what do I read right away?

"We can see how it is a powerful act of faith to give when we feel empty. . ."

"The Lord has so designed it that we find the answers and the fulness we need while we are putting grace into someone else's cup. . ."

Yes, I need to offer more service. I hear you, Lord.

I'm not sure what I have to give yet, but I'm thinking on it and praying on it. There are so many things I cannot control about my life. So many things have not gone the way I would have liked, or even the way I felt I deserved. I've done so many wrong things. But there must still be hope for me, some purpose in me. There must be something that I have to share, to give, some way to lift and lighten.

I would like to be that woman: the woman who leads with her light.

And the light should shine outward.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Feeling Blue, or maybe Periwinkle

Maybe it's the approach of spring, but I've been dreaming about gardens. Specifically, I've been dreaming about a blue and white garden. I love the blue, blue-ish, periwinkle, and deep inky violet flowers. My front yard is pretty much desolate and I've been thinking and planning how to make it beautiful.

This morning I actually woke up refreshed. I'd been able to sleep (mostly) through the night, and so instead of going back to bed after taking the kids to school, as I usually do, I got up and showered and decided to make use of the morning hours and the sunshine. I headed to Lowe's. I had some empty pots and I thought that prettying up the porch with flowers was a good start.

I bought all of the blue (and blue-purple) and white flowers that I could find. I tried to find taller varieties, mid-height varieties, and low-growing clumping or trailing kinds. With the exception of two varieties (the ranunculus and freesia, that I just couldn't resist) I bought flowers that should bloom all spring and summer. Most of them are perennials, but some are annuals as well.

 Senetti Bi-Color Blue and White Persian Buttercup Ranunculus

 African Daisy. Hard to tell in this picture, but the centers are blue.

I planned to fill these three pots, plus the ceramic pot on my steps, but ended up having enough flowers to fill a fifth pot as well. Some of the flowers I divided. I didn't really have a plan, I just tried to put taller varieties in the center and then mid-level and low-growing flowers around the edges. 

The white flowers I used were: Persian Buttercup (Ranunculus), Freesia, Bacopa, African Daisy, and Alyssum.

The blue flowers I chose were: Techno Heat Lobelia, Lithodora, Blue Note Pincushion Flower (Scabiosa), Blue Marguerite, Pansy, Nemesia, and Senetti Bi-Color Blue.

So, here are the pots I planted. Many of the flowers are not blooming yet, so I'm hoping that they all will be happy and settle into their new homes and grow beautifully. They all love sun, and sun is what they'll get on my porch. Plus, they make my heart happy every time I open the door.

These colors look a lot more purple-y in photos, but no matter. I love them and hope I am able to do some more to brighten things up in the front of the house. Flowers do something magical for my spirit.