Keeping my peace in the Christmas Chaos
Worry is imaging the future without God
There is one area of fear and worry that has stuck around as I have grown and matured. It comes around once a year, right after Thanksgiving. It is the fear of shopping in the month of December. It is the fear of leaving my home on Saturdays in December, or going out AT ALL the week of Christmas. Especially Christmas Eve, when throngs of people are doing last minute shopping and are clogging up parking lots and roads. My heart beat is speeding up just thinking about it!
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To most of my friends, I am their stable friend. I seem to be fairly sensible and consistent, and am not drawn in by the latest trend or teaching. I am often sharing what I have learned with them during my morning Bible study…the teacher in me just can’t help but to offer my friends a morsel of wisdom in a situation they are facing. On the outside, yes, I am pretty stable. But on the inside, I am a quagmire of emotions! I can’t tell you how often I break down in tears at the cash register of Harris Teeter or with the Toyota service advisor. Some days, I’m just a mess.
Heather taught about how our lives should not be led by our feelings. Then she led us in an exercise to ask God what lies we are believing that are influencing our feelings, and thus our decisions, our thoughts, and our beliefs. When I shut my eyes and humbly asked God what lie I was believing, He spoke one word loud and clear:
DISAPPROVAL
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Sometimes, you have to dig deep. Real deep.
You know. Those days when the dawn breaks, and it feels like it’s breaking you? The screams of laughter from your loud, but chipper, children in the next room greet you with a sigh as your eyes attempt their opening.
“Can I parent today?” I think to myself.
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Most of the initial questions were routine. How did you know that your son had autism? What services did he receive in school? How old was he when he was diagnosed? And then she asked one that really made me think.
What advice would you give other parents who have children with disabilities?
I sat in silence for a few minutes and searched my heart and mind for the right answer.
My answer was simple, only four words.
It’s okay to grieve.
Four things to do when you are mad at God
A shower encounter that creates a thankful heart

How to find hope at the end of your rope
When I experience a debilitating migraine, I am not only in pain but extremely weak and forced to be in bed. When I have to get up to use the bathroom, I am like a 90 year old woman holding on to the furniture, door frames, and walls to safely get there. This is what I look like:
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Digging deep for a courageous heart
“Lisa, come on up and make the announcements.”
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