There’s been a voice developing in my head over the past year. This voice takes shards of my day and polishes and smoothes until it’s something I don’t mind putting in my window....souvenirs of my motherhood adventure. A toddler meltdown over a popsicle that in the moment makes me want to bang my head against the refrigerator door turns into a funny story that reminds me how far we’ve come from middle of the night feedings. And when I really tune into the voice, I often find insight into God and His love for me. This blog is the recording studio for that voice. My hope is that the souvenirs of my day serve as entertainment and encouragement to those of you who are banging your head against a refrigerator door. And that you’re inspired to find a voice of your own that turns these trying moments into treasured souvenirs.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

How to mend a broken heart.



I had a fun flashback today.  Valentine’s Day 2007.  It was my first married Valentine’s day, and should have been filled with romance.  But instead I found myself traveling for work a thousand miles away from my husband.  The drama associated with this was epic!  I started to feel sorry for myself a good two weeks ahead of time, whining to my co-workers (male engineers can be very sympathetic—HA!).  


No pity party can last forever, and mine ended with an aha moment.  While I couldn’t spend Valentine’s Day with the love of my life, I could make sure that those I loved felt that love.  So I threw myself into a shopping frenzy (thank you Target dollar aisle), putting together care packages for a few of my closest friends.  It felt so good to mail them off knowing the smiles they would bring, and it soothed my soul to serve others.


Fast forward eight years.  The honeymoon is over.  Valentine’s Day is no longer one of the most important dates on my calendar.  Halloween and birthday parties have taken over in a big way.  While Valentine’s Day has taken a back seat, the heartache and drama of life continues.  I still find serving others in my time of sadness to be a salve to my soul like no other. 


My source of encouragement has changed a bit too.  Rather than trolling the aisles of Target, I tap into God’s endless love and care.  And I feel Him challenging me to pass that encouragement on to others.  2 Corinthians 1:3-4 reminds us that God comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can be a comfort to others in their times of trouble.  How amazing that something I stumbled upon years ago is rooted in God’s plan for each of us.  Or maybe I shouldn’t be amazed at all….

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