Squeezing the Lemons: Finding Growth in Life’s Bitter Seasons

Have you ever looked at your life and wondered how you got here?

Maybe there was a younger version of you who imagined life would look very different by now.

She had dreams.

She had plans.

She believed there were beautiful things ahead.

She laughed more easily. She had energy. She was filled with ideas and hope and possibility.

And then… life happened.

Responsibilities piled up. Disappointments came. People changed. Plans unraveled. Things you never imagined having to carry somehow found their way into your hands.

And one day, you looked in the mirror and realized you were tired.

Not just physically tired.

Soul tired.

The kind of tired that makes you wonder where that hopeful girl went.

Friend, if you’ve ever found yourself there, pull up a chair.

I’ve got coffee.

And I think we need to talk about lemons.

You Know Which Lemons I Mean

I’m not talking about the cute little yellow things sitting in a bowl on the kitchen counter.

I’m talking about the ones life hands you without asking permission.

The promotion you didn’t get.

The relationship you thought would last forever that didn’t.

The friendship that quietly disappeared.

The child you love but cannot seem to reach.

The financial struggle you never saw coming.

The diagnosis that changed the way you look at tomorrow.

The grief that rearranged your entire world.

The betrayal that made you question things you thought were secure.

The dream you worked so hard for that simply never happened.

Yeah.

Those lemons.

Life has a way of handing them to us.

And here’s one of the hardest things I’ve learned:

We don’t get to choose how many lemons end up in our basket.

Sometimes our own choices contribute to the mess we’re carrying. There are consequences in life, and wisdom sometimes comes from recognizing our part in them.

But sometimes we do everything we know to do.

We pray.

We try to make wise choices.

We love people well.

We show up.

We do our best to walk faithfully.

And the lemons still come.

That’s not necessarily evidence that we’ve done something wrong.

It’s simply part of living in a world that is not yet what God intended it to be.

Jesus reminded us that the sun rises on the evil and the good, and rain falls on the just and the unjust.

Faith does not give us immunity from hard things.

It gives us Someone to hold onto when the hard things come.

The Temptation to Sugarcoat

Now, if you’re anything like me, your first instinct when life gets bitter may be to figure out how to make it less bitter.

We want the shortcut.

The quick fix.

The explanation.

The five-step plan.

We want to skip ahead to the part where everything makes sense again.

Sometimes we even try to sugarcoat the season.

“Maybe it isn’t really that bad.”

“Other people have it worse.”

“I should be grateful.”

“I just need to have more faith.”

“Everything happens for a reason.”

And sometimes those words are offered with good intentions.

But friend…

A lemon is still sour.

Pain is still pain.

Grief is still grief.

Betrayal still breaks something.

And you don’t have to pretend that something doesn’t hurt in order to have faith.

There is room in faith for tears.

There is room for questions.

There is room for disappointment.

There is even room for saying, “God, I don’t understand this.”

You can trust God and still be hurting.

Those things are not opposites.

So What Do We Do With the Lemons?

Eventually, when we’re ready, we have a choice.

We can spend the rest of our lives wishing the lemon had never landed in our basket…

or we can begin asking a different question:

“What can I learn from this?”

Not because the painful thing was good.

Not because we needed the suffering.

Not because God delights in watching us hurt.

But because God is remarkably good at bringing redemption out of things we never would have chosen.

That’s where the squeezing begins.

We squeeze out the wisdom.

Maybe this season taught you something about boundaries.

Maybe it showed you that you were stronger than you thought.

Maybe you learned to recognize unhealthy patterns.

Maybe you discovered that your identity cannot safely rest in another person’s approval.

Maybe you learned how deeply you are capable of loving.

Maybe you discovered compassion for people whose struggles you once couldn’t understand.

Maybe you learned to slow down.

To listen.

To pray.

To wait.

To say no.

To say yes.

To ask for help.

To receive grace.

To give grace.

Some lessons are expensive.

Some are painful.

Some arrive wrapped in tears.

But that doesn’t mean they are worthless.

Don’t Waste What You’ve Walked Through!

I’ve come to believe that one of the most beautiful things God can do with our painful experiences is allow them to become useful.

No—It doesn’t usually happen immediately.

In fact, sometimes the fullness of what He does with our pain isn’t recognized for a very long time.

There are seasons when the only thing we can do is survive the day.

And that’s okay.

You don’t have to turn your pain into a lesson before you’re ready.

You don’t have to find the silver lining while you’re still bleeding.

Sometimes faithfulness looks like simply getting through today with God beside you.

But eventually, the healing process gives us enough breathing room to look back.

And that’s when we may begin to notice something.

The woman who walked through that season isn’t exactly the same woman who came out of it.

Maybe she’s softer in some places.

Stronger in others.

More discerning.

More compassionate.

Less impressed by appearances.

More willing to tell the truth.

More comfortable saying, “I don’t know.”

More willing to sit beside someone else in their pain without trying to fix it.

Maybe she understands grace differently now.

Maybe she understands God differently.

Maybe she understands herself differently.

That’s becoming.

Not becoming perfect.

Not becoming someone who never hurts.

Becoming someone who knows, more deeply than she once did, who she is and Whose she is.

The Lemon Season Doesn’t Last Forever

And here is the part I never want us to forget:

The lemon harvest doesn’t last forever.

There will be seasons when the clouds break.

There will be laughter again.

There will be unexpected blessings.

There will be friendships that feel like sunlight.

There will be mornings when you wake up and realize that something inside you has become lighter.

There will be sweet fruit again.

And when that happens, I hope you’ll remember the woman you were when you were carrying lemons.

Because someday, someone else may sit beside you with a basket full of her own.

And you may be able to look at her—not with judgment, not with easy answers, but with understanding—and say:

“I know.

I’ve carried some lemons too.

You don’t have to walk through this alone.”

Maybe that’s part of what our bitter seasons can become.

Not something we would ever choose.

But something God can redeem.

Something that deepens us.

Something that teaches us.

Something that makes us more compassionate.

Something that allows us to become a safe place for someone else.

So, friend…

If you’re carrying lemons today, you don’t have to pretend they’re sweet.

You don’t have to rush through the season.

You don’t have to understand everything.

And you certainly don’t have to be grateful for the pain itself.

But when you’re ready, perhaps you can begin to ask:

What can I squeeze from this?

What wisdom?

What strength?

What compassion?

What deeper understanding?

What new part of myself is God gently bringing to life?

Because the lemon may be bitter.

But your story isn’t over.

And God is still at work in the becoming.

Until next time,


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The Thread — Part 4: What Comes Next?

NOTE: Hi Everyone! 

Just so we’re all on the same page, this article is the final piece to a 4 part series . Since each lesson builds upon what the previous article laid out, I hope you’ll go back to “Look for the Thread” (part 1), “How Hidden Beliefs Shape the Way We See the World” (part 2), and “Question Your Motivation” (part 3) before moving forward. These can be found on the right-hand column of the BTBAB homepage. 

Today’s Message: 


When you can’t change your circumstances, you can still begin changing what they have taught you to believe about yourself. 

 

We’ve spent the last three weeks looking for the threads which have been woven together to create the fabric of our lives. 

We started with what happened—and the meaning we gave to it. 

In week two, we examined the lens those interpretations and beliefs can create.

Last week, we went underneath our patterns and asked a harder question:

What is this behavior really getting me?

And now, here at week four—and the end of this mini-series— we’ve arrived at the question I think is hardest of all:

What do I do with what I’ve discovered?

Because this is where I don’t want to give you a ten-step plan.

I don’t want to tell you to simply leave a difficult marriage. 

Quit an unfulfilling job. 

Set the boundary.

Start over.

Take your power back.

Become confident.

Build the new life.

Yes— Sometimes those things are exactly what needs to happen.

And sometimes they simply aren’t possible today.

Maybe you don’t have the money.

Maybe there are children involved.

Maybe you’re financially dependent.

Maybe you’re caring for someone else.

Maybe you’re afraid.

Maybe you have nowhere to go.

Maybe you’re still trying to understand what is actually happening and you’re wrestling with grief. 

Maybe you have very few options that the outside world would consider reasonable.

And if that’s where you are, I don’t want to add another burden to your shoulders by suggesting that your inability to change your circumstances means you’re failing to change.

Because it doesn’t.

Maybe Transformation Isn’t Always “Changing Your Life” the way the world defines it. 

 

Transformation does not always begin with changing your circumstances. Sometimes it begins with changing what those circumstances have taught you to believe about yourself.

There may be things about your circumstances you cannot change today.

That does not mean there is nothing you can begin changing today.

If you can’t leave today, that doesn’t mean you have no agency.

You may be able to begin questioning the lie that you’re crazy.

You may be able to stop interpreting someone else’s betrayal as evidence that you’re unlovable.

You may be able to recognize:

“This is happening to me, but this is not who I am.”

You may be able to stop apologizing for having feelings.

You may be able to begin trusting your own perception again.

You may be able to whisper:

“Something about this isn’t right.”

even if you aren’t yet able to do anything about it.

Those are movements.

Tiny movements.

But movements nonetheless.


Sometimes the First Step Is Simply Listening to Yourself Again

I think this may be one of the most important places we can begin.

Because chronic invalidation can do something devastating to a person.

If someone repeatedly tells you:

You’re imagining things.

You’re too sensitive.

You’re crazy.

That didn’t happen.

You’re remembering it wrong.

You’re the problem.

Eventually, you can stop trusting your own internal compass.

You can become so accustomed to questioning yourself that you begin arguing with your own experience before anyone else even has the opportunity.

So perhaps the first question isn’t:

“What action should I take?”

Perhaps it’s:

“What am I actually experiencing?”

And then:

“Can I tell myself the truth about it without immediately arguing with myself?”

That is huge.

Not diagnosing the other person.

Not making a grand declaration.

Not pretending we know every fact of someone else’s situation.

Just reclaiming the right to say:

“This hurts.”

“This isn’t okay with me.”

“I feel afraid.”

“I feel betrayed.”

“I don’t understand why this keeps happening.”

“Something about this doesn’t feel right.”

That’s not weakness.

That’s awareness.

And sometimes awareness is the beginning of transformation.


Seeing Yourself Is Not the Same as Fixing Yourself

Notice what we’re not saying.

We’re not saying:

Fix yourself.

We’re saying:

See yourself.

Know yourself.

Tell yourself the truth.

Separate your worth from what is happening around you.

Take the next honest step.

Because sometimes the circumstances around you are genuinely painful.

Sometimes someone else’s choices are genuinely wrong.

Sometimes someone is lying.

Sometimes someone is betraying you.

Sometimes someone is disregarding your boundaries.

Sometimes someone is treating you in a way you never deserved.

And your first job isn’t to figure out how to make that person behave differently.

You may not be able to.

Your first job may simply be to stop allowing their behavior to become the voice that tells you who you are.


And What About God?

This is where I want to say something very clearly, especially to the woman who has been praying and praying and still doesn’t see the circumstances changing.

You may be asking:

“What am I doing wrong?”

“Why hasn’t God changed this?”

“Am I not praying hard enough?”

“Don’t I trust Him enough?”

No.

Your suffering is not proof that you have failed God.

Your unanswered prayer is not evidence that you don’t have enough faith.

Your difficult circumstances are not necessarily a spiritual report card.

And Scripture itself gives us permission to say:

“God, this hurts.”

That’s lament.

The Bible doesn’t sanitize suffering.

David asks, “How long?”

Job speaks honestly from his pain.

Habakkuk looks at injustice and asks how long it will continue.

And Jesus Himself weeps.

Lament is not unbelief.

Lament is what faith sounds like when faith is hurting.

There is room in faith for:

“God, I know You are there, and I don’t understand this.”

“I love You, and I’m angry.”

“I believe, and I’m exhausted.”

“I’m praying, and I’m still hurting.”

There is room for all of that.

You do not have to add spiritual shame to the pain you’re already carrying.

You don’t have to pretend:

“I’m fine. God is good. Everything happens for a reason. I’m just going to trust harder.”

You can tell God the truth.

Perhaps that is itself a tiny step toward transformation:

telling the truth in God’s presence instead of performing okay-ness for Him.


Agency Is Not the Same as Control

There is another distinction I think we desperately need to make.

Agency is not control.

You may not control:

  • whether someone tells the truth
  • whether someone respects your boundary
  • whether someone apologizes
  • whether someone changes
  • whether someone chooses faithfulness
  • whether someone treats you fairly
  • whether your circumstances resolve quickly

But you may slowly begin recognizing:

What is mine to carry?

What is not mine?

What have I begun believing about myself because of what someone else has done?

What tiny choice is actually available to me today?

That last question may be more powerful than it sounds.

Because the answer doesn’t have to be dramatic.

Maybe today the choice is simply:

“I will not call myself worthless because someone treated me as though I were.”

Maybe tomorrow:

“I’m going to write down what happened so I stop second-guessing myself.”

Another day:

“I’m going to tell one safe person the truth.”

Another:

“I’m going to spend ten minutes thinking about what I actually want instead of what everyone else wants from me.”

Another:

“I’m going to pray honestly instead of pretending I’m okay.”

Those things don’t necessarily change the marriage.

They don’t immediately change the bank account.

They don’t make the betrayal disappear.

But they can begin changing something deeply important:

the woman’s relationship with herself.

And that matters.


What Someone Does to You Is Not Who You Are

This brings us back to the thread we’ve been following all along.

Maybe the thread says:

I’m not enough.

Maybe it says:

I’m too much.

Maybe it says:

I’m unlovable.

Maybe it says:

I must have done something to deserve this.

Maybe it says:

If I were prettier, kinder, thinner, smarter, more submissive, more successful, more patient, more spiritual… maybe this wouldn’t be happening.

But what if we began pulling that thread apart?

What if we began separating what someone did from who we are?

Someone else’s betrayal does not make you unworthy.

Someone else’s dishonesty does not make you stupid.

Someone else’s rejection does not make you unlovable.

Someone else’s cruelty does not prove you deserved it.

Someone else’s inability to love you well does not mean you were impossible to love.

And your current circumstances do not get to become the final narrator of your identity.

Even when you cannot yet change your circumstances, you are not powerless to begin changing the story those circumstances are telling you about who you are.

That may be where transformation begins.

Not with a dramatic exit.

Not with a perfect plan.

Not with everything suddenly making sense.

Sometimes it begins with one sentence.

One truth.

One tiny refusal to believe the lie anymore.


You Don’t Have to Know What Comes Next

I think sometimes we believe we can’t move forward until we know where we’re going.

But what if you don’t?

What if you genuinely don’t know what comes next?

What if you’re still in the middle of the story?

What if all you can see is the next few feet?

Then perhaps you don’t need a ten-year plan.

You need the next honest step.

And sometimes that step is very, very small.

That’s okay.

You don’t have to untangle your whole life today.

You don’t have to become someone new overnight.

You don’t have to prove that you’re strong.

You don’t have to make a decision simply because someone else thinks you should.

You don’t have to know how your story ends before you can begin changing how you live inside the part you’re in.

And this is where I think we can finally return to the question we’ve been carrying through this entire series:

Does this thread still belong in the life I’m weaving?

Maybe the answer is yes.

Maybe something about that thread still serves you.

Maybe it needs to be strengthened.

Maybe it needs to be loosened.

Maybe it needs to be redirected.

Maybe it needs to be cut.

Maybe it needs to be replaced.

And sometimes, perhaps, it needs to be redeemed rather than discarded.

But you don’t have to answer all of those questions today.


Maybe This Is Where We Begin

Not with a happy ending.

Not with a solution.

Not with a bow.

A beginning.

Because now you can see.

You can see the thread.

You can recognize the lens.

You can question the pattern.

You can begin separating your worth from someone else’s behavior.

You can acknowledge what hurts without blaming yourself for hurting.

You can begin noticing where you have agency—even when your circumstances are limited.

You can tell the truth.

You can grieve.

You can lament.

You can take tiny steps.

And maybe the woman reading this cannot change her life this week.

Maybe she can’t leave.

Maybe she can’t fix the marriage.

Maybe she can’t make someone tell the truth.

Maybe she can’t make the circumstances change.

But maybe…

she can change one sentence she says to herself.

Maybe she can stop believing one lie.

Maybe she can name one truth.

Maybe she can recognize one thing that isn’t hers to carry.

Maybe she can give herself permission to lament.

Maybe she can take one honest step.

And maybe, for today…

that’s enough.

Because sometimes transformation isn’t about becoming strong enough to leave the hard place.

Sometimes it’s about becoming grounded enough to remember who you are while you’re still in it.

That doesn’t mean you have to stay there forever.

It doesn’t mean your circumstances don’t matter.

It doesn’t mean you should accept what is hurting you.

It means that you can begin becoming whole before your circumstances become whole.

And perhaps the woman who feels completely stuck needs to hear this most of all:

You are not powerless simply because you cannot change everything today.

You can still begin.

One truth.

One breath.

One boundary.

One honest prayer.

One moment of trusting your own perception.

One refusal to let someone else’s behavior tell you what you’re worth.

One tiny thing.

That’s enough soil for a seed.

And maybe that seed is where the next part of your story begins.

You are still becoming.

Not because you aren’t enough.

But because there is still life to be woven.

And perhaps now…

you get to choose the threads. 

 

Until Next Time, 

What Is This Behavior Really Getting Me? Question Your Motivation Before You Question Yourself

NOTE: Hi Everyone! 

Just so we’re all on the same page, this article is part 3 of a 4-part series. Since each lesson builds upon what the previous article laid out, I hope you’ll go back to “Look for the Thread” (part 1), and “How Hidden Beliefs Shape the Way We See the World” (part 2) before moving forward. These can be found in the right-hand column of the BTBAB home page. 

We’ve spent some time looking for the threads.

We’ve considered how an experience can become an interpretation, how that interpretation can become a belief, and how that belief can quietly influence the lens through which we experience the world.

But there’s another layer we need to explore.

Because beliefs don’t simply sit quietly inside us.

They influence what we do.

They influence what we pursue, what we avoid, what we tolerate, what we fear—and sometimes, even the ways we try to change ourselves.

And this is where I want to ask you to become especially curious.

Not critical.

Curious.

Because the behavior itself doesn’t always tell us what’s happening underneath it.


Sometimes We Aren’t Even Consciously Aware of the Transaction

Human beings are remarkably good at learning what works.

When a particular behavior gets us something we want—or something we think we need—we’re more likely to repeat it.

Sometimes we aren’t even consciously aware of the transaction.

When I do this… I get that.

Maybe doing something perfectly gets you approval.

Maybe saying yes keeps the peace.

Maybe being needed makes you feel valuable.

Maybe staying busy keeps uncomfortable feelings at a distance.

Maybe looking a certain way gets you attention.

Maybe being independent protects you from having to need someone else.

Maybe accomplishing things helps you feel like you’re enough.

And eventually, the behavior can become automatic.

We stop asking why we’re doing it.

We simply think:

“That’s just who I am.”

But what if there’s more to the story?


What Does This Behavior GET Me?

This may be one of the most valuable questions we can ask ourselves.

Not:

“Why can’t I just stop doing this?”

But:

“What does this behavior GET me?”

Because if a behavior is repeatedly getting us something we need—or think we need—it’s going to be difficult to change simply by telling ourselves we should stop.

We have to understand the need underneath the behavior.

What does it provide?

Approval?

Attention?

Security?

Control?

Belonging?

Relief?

A sense of worth?

Protection from rejection?

Protection from disappointment?

Sometimes the answer may be uncomfortable.

That’s okay.

We’re not doing this inventory to prove that we’re secretly terrible people.

We’re trying to understand the map.

Because once we understand what a behavior has been accomplishing for us, we can begin asking whether we still need it to do that job.


Question Your Motivation

This is where things can get interesting.

We’re often far too quick to label behaviors as simply good or bad.

Exercise is good.

Eating well is good.

Working hard is good.

Setting boundaries is good.

Taking care of your appearance is good.

Pursuing a career is good.

Helping people is good.

Growing is good.

But the behavior itself doesn’t tell us everything.

Two people can do exactly the same thing for completely different reasons.

And that’s why we have to learn to look underneath the behavior.


Imagine Two Women Joining a Gym

One woman decides she’s going to get healthier.

She wants to exercise, take better care of her body, and become stronger.

That’s a good thing.

But another woman can walk into that exact same gym carrying a very different belief:

If I can just change my body enough, maybe I’ll finally be attractive enough.

Maybe then I’ll be chosen.

Maybe then someone will treat me the way I want to be treated.

From the outside?

They look exactly the same.

They’re both working out.

But underneath the behavior are two very different stories.

One is saying:

“I am already worthy, and I want to become healthier.”

The other is saying:

“Maybe if I become healthier, I will finally be worthy.”

And that distinction matters.

One is striving for worth.

The other is stewarding what she already believes has worth.

That’s why we’re not going to make a list of behaviors that are automatically healthy or unhealthy.

We’re going to learn to question our motivation.


Have I Made This Responsible for Telling Me Who I Am?

Here’s another question I want you to sit with:

Have I made this responsible for telling me who I am?

Have I made my appearance responsible for telling me whether I’m desirable?

Have I made my accomplishments responsible for telling me whether I’m successful?

Have I made someone else’s affection responsible for telling me whether I’m lovable?

Have I made being needed responsible for telling me whether I’m valuable?

Have I made my productivity responsible for telling me whether I’m worthy?

Because there’s a difference between stewarding something valuable and building your identity around it.

And that difference can be difficult to see when we’re standing inside the pattern.


Now, Take Inventory

Choose something you’re currently pursuing, changing, avoiding, or working hard to accomplish.

It doesn’t have to be something dramatic.

Choose something that makes you curious.

Then ask yourself:

What am I hoping this will give me?

Who am I hoping will notice?

What do I believe will change if I accomplish it?

What am I afraid will happen if I don’t?

And here’s one I really want you to consider:

If nobody ever knew I accomplished this, would I still want it?

The answer doesn’t have to be yes.

Wanting recognition doesn’t make you bad.

Wanting attention doesn’t make you shallow.

Wanting to be admired is human.

But your answer may tell you something about what role this goal is playing in your life.

And once again, we’re looking for the thread.


Go One Layer Deeper

Ask yourself:

Am I trying to change my circumstances—or prove something about myself?

Am I caring for myself—or trying to finally become worthy of care?

Am I moving toward health—or running away from shame?

Am I stewarding something valuable—or using it to build my identity?

And perhaps the simplest question of all:

Is this making me freer—or more dependent on the outcome?

Because healthy growth should ultimately create greater freedom.

Not necessarily an easier life.

Not necessarily fewer problems.

Not necessarily the outcome we hoped for.

But greater freedom in how we respond.


Your Transformation Cannot Control Someone Else

This may be one of the hardest truths in this entire conversation.

Healthy growth doesn’t give us control over other people’s choices.

You can become healthier and someone can still behave badly.

You can become more beautiful and someone can still reject you.

You can become more successful and someone can still envy you.

You can become more loving and someone can still be unkind.

You can communicate perfectly and someone can still misunderstand you.

Your transformation cannot be a bargain with someone else’s behavior.

Because otherwise, self-improvement can quietly become another form of magical thinking:

If I can just become enough, perhaps nobody will hurt me anymore.

But that’s not freedom.

That’s a cage with prettier wallpaper.


So What Are You Really Changing?

This is where I want us to pause.

Sometimes we’re changing because we’re genuinely growing.

And sometimes we’re changing because we’re desperately trying to escape the person we believe we are.

From the outside?

They can look identical.

But underneath them is a completely different message.

One says:

“I am already worthy, and I want to become healthier.”

The other says:

“Maybe if I become healthier, I will finally be worthy.”

So don’t just examine what you’re doing.

Examine what you’re hoping the doing will accomplish.

That’s where the deeper work begins.

Because transformation is beautiful.

Growth is beautiful.

Change is beautiful.

But transformation is healthiest when it flows from knowing your worth—not when it becomes an attempt to earn it.


Where This Leaves Us

We’re not finished unraveling the threads.

Not even close.

But perhaps you’re beginning to see why this investigation matters.

We started with an experience.

Then we looked at the interpretation.

Then the belief.

Then the lens through which we experience the world.

Now we’re beginning to see the patterns those beliefs can produce.

And once we can see the pattern…

we can begin asking an even harder question:

Does this thread still belong in the life I’m weaving?

That’s where we’re headed next.

Because sometimes a thread needs to be challenged.

Sometimes it needs to be pruned.

Sometimes it needs to be redirected.

And sometimes, perhaps, it needs to be redeemed.

But before we can decide what comes next, we have to be willing to see what we’ve been weaving.

And that’s the work we’re doing here.

Not becoming someone worthy.

Learning to live from the truth that we already are!

Until Next Time!

 

What Did I Learn About Myself? How Hidden Beliefs Shape the Way We See the World

NOTE: Hi Everyone! 

Just so we’re all on the same page, this article is part 2 of a 4-part series. Since each lesson builds upon what the previous article laid out, I hope you’ll go back to “Look for the Thread” (part 1) before moving forward. It can be found in the right-hand column of the BTBAB home page. 

Last week, I asked you to look for the threads.

Not to pull your whole life’s blanket apart.

Not to go digging through your childhood looking for something “terrible” that happened.

I simply asked you to notice the way your body responds to outside stimuli. 

A phrase you say when you’re overwhelmed.

A reaction that seems bigger than the moment.

A feeling that seems strangely familiar.

A little voice inside you that says:

“See? There it is again.”

Because once we begin noticing the threads, we can ask a deeper question:

What am I learning about myself?

And perhaps even more importantly:

Is how I interpreted my life experiences eons ago still influencing the way I experience the world now?

Think about my third-grade kickball story from last week.

I wasn’t delusional. Even as a young kid, I knew I wasn’t great at kickball. But I still wanted to play— to be included. To be chosen. 

So, when player after player was chosen, while I still stood there, waiting—hoping— it hurt. I was acutely aware that my peers didn’t think I brought much value to the table. 

I was embarrassed. And… I remember feeling very… small. 

The moment itself lasted only a few minutes. Recess ended. I went home. Life moved on. At first glance, it didn’t seem like a big deal. 

But a while back, I felt prodded to ask myself the question: what might a little girl carry forward from something like that?

Maybe nothing.

Or maybe she interpreted the experience as:

I’m not the one people want.

Other people are better than me.

I have to prove myself.

I have to work harder to be chosen.

I’m going to be overlooked.

Maybe even, “Stepping out to try new things will lead to disappointment and maybe even humiliation. It’s safer to not try!”

Notice that I didn’t say, “She learned she wasn’t wanted.”

Now let me be perfectly clear. The experience was real. The hurt was real.

But the conclusion she drew from it was an interpretation.

And interpretations aren’t necessarily absolute truth.

Especially when we’re young, we can come up with answers that make perfect sense to a child—but don’t necessarily tell the whole truth.

A child doesn’t have the perspective or life experience of an adult. She simply knows:

Something happened.

It hurt.

I need to understand why.

And sometimes the explanation she creates becomes a “thread”. A small piece of a growing manifesto that slowly becomes her operation manual. 


When a Thread Becomes a Lens

Here’s where things get really interesting.

The thread doesn’t just affect how I see myself.

It affects what I expect to find in the world.

Imagine a woman who interpreted an experience as:

I’m not the one people choose.

Years later, a friend forgets to invite her on an outing.

It hurts.

But something deeper may whisper:

“See? There it is again.”

Someone else gets the promotion.

“See? There it is again.”

A group makes plans without her.

“See? There it is again.”

Someone chooses somebody else.

“See? There it is again.”

Now, this does not mean she imagined those things.

It doesn’t mean other people’s choices don’t matter or impact us. 

And it certainly doesn’t mean every painful experience is somehow her fault because she’s “too emotional”. 

We’re exploring something more subtle:

The belief may influence what she notices, what she expects, and how she interprets what happens next.

If I’ve interpreted my experiences as evidence that I’m unwanted, rejection may become especially loud to me.

If I’ve interpreted my experiences as evidence that my needs are inconvenient, I may notice every sigh when I ask for something.

If I’ve interpreted my experiences as evidence that love must be earned, I may instinctively begin performing when I feel insecure.

The world hasn’t necessarily changed.

But the lens through which I experience the world has.

And that distinction is enormous.

Because we don’t want to tell women they’re overreacting.

We want to give them a reason their reaction might make sense.

Not to excuse every reaction.

Not to blame everything on the past.

But to become curious about what’s happening underneath the reaction.


“Why Is This Bugging Me So Much?”

You’ve probably said it.

Something happens.

Maybe it really is a little thing.

Someone doesn’t text back.

A friend seems distracted.

Someone criticizes your work.

You’re left out of something.

Someone chooses somebody else.

And suddenly you’re much more hurt, angry, anxious, embarrassed, or rejected than you expected to be.

“Why am I this upset?!”

Sometimes the answer is simply:

Because it hurt.

But sometimes there’s another question worth asking:

Is my reaction entirely about what is happening right now?

That isn’t an accusation.

It’s an invitation.

Because maybe today’s experience has touched an older thread.

Maybe you’ve felt this before.

And before.

And before.

See? There it is again.


What Would I Have to Believe About Myself?

Instead of immediately asking:

“What’s wrong with me?”

try asking:

“What would I have to believe about myself for this reaction to make sense?”

If I’m devastated because someone didn’t choose me…

What would I have to believe about myself?

If criticism feels like rejection…

What would I have to believe about myself?

If someone’s disappointment feels unbearable…

What would I have to believe about myself?

If I cannot rest without feeling guilty…

What would I have to believe about myself?

If I constantly need to be useful…

What would I have to believe about myself?

Maybe the answer is:

I’m not enough.

I’m replaceable.

I have to earn my place.

My needs don’t matter.

If I disappoint people, they’ll leave.

If I’m not useful, I’m not valuable.

Maybe.

Or maybe it’s something completely different.

We’re investigating, not diagnosing.

We’re trying to understand our emotional bandwidth.

Because sometimes we spend an enormous amount of emotional energy responding to something we don’t fully understand.

And what is not investigated is not fully understood.


Sometimes a Strength and a Survival Strategy Look Remarkably Similar

I’m not suggesting that every personality trait is secretly a wound.

Some of us really are independent.

Some of us genuinely love achievement.

Some of us are natural caregivers.

Those can be beautiful parts of who we are.

But when strong emotions arise from seemingly small events, we need to be open to the possibility that there may be old programming working quietly in the background—patterns our minds and nervous systems learned through repeated experiences.

Sometimes a strength and a survival strategy look remarkably similar from the outside.

A woman who is incredibly helpful might be generous.

Or she may have learned that being needed is how she earns her place.

A woman who is fiercely independent might be confident.

Or she may have learned that needing people isn’t safe.

A woman who works incredibly hard might be purposeful.

Or she may be trying to outrun the belief that she isn’t enough.

The outward behavior doesn’t tell us everything.

So what is driving me?

Am I moving toward something?

Or am I running away from something?

We’re not trying to answer every question today.

We’re learning to ask better ones.


Where Did I Learn This?

Once you’ve noticed a recurring reaction or belief, ask:

Where did I learn this?

Not:

Who is to blame?

Not:

Whose fault is this?

Simply:

Where did I learn this?

Maybe there is a memory.

Maybe there isn’t.

Maybe it was one experience.

Maybe it was a pattern.

Maybe it came from something someone repeatedly said.

Maybe it came from what nobody said.

Maybe you honestly don’t know.

That’s okay.

We’re not digging backward to build a case against anyone.

We’re trying to understand the map we’ve been using.

Because if I don’t know what shaped my map, I may never think to question whether that map is still accurate.


Is This Belief Still Serving Me?

And eventually, we can ask:

Is this belief still serving me?

Because a belief can begin as protection.

Maybe it helped you navigate a difficult season.

Maybe it helped you earn approval.

Maybe it helped you avoid rejection.

Maybe it helped you stay safe.

There is no shame in that.

But what protected us then doesn’t necessarily belong in the driver’s seat now.

We don’t have to condemn the younger version of ourselves for learning what she needed to learn.

We simply need to become curious about whether that lesson still belongs in our future.


Your Personal Inventory

So this week, I’m not giving you homework.

I’m giving you a map.

Think about one recent reaction that seemed unusually strong.

Not necessarily your biggest pain.

Just something that made you wonder:

“Why is this bothering me so much?”

Write it down.

Then ask:

What happened?

What did I feel?

Have I felt this particular feeling before?

What did I interpret this situation to mean about me?

And then sit with the uncomfortable one:

What would I have to believe about myself for this reaction to make sense?

If you’re willing, take it one step further:

Where might I have learned that?

And finally:

Is this belief still serving me?

Don’t force an answer.

Don’t manufacture a memory.

Don’t criticize yourself for what you discover.

Just become willing to see.

Because we’re not pulling the blanket apart.

We’re learning to recognize the threads.

And once we can see a thread…

We can begin asking what it has been weaving into our lives.

And that’s where we’re going next. 

The Hidden Beliefs Shaping Who You Are: Look for the Threads

There is a phrase I have said more times than I can count.

Maybe you have said it too.

“I’m fine.”

Sometimes I actually am.

But there have been plenty of times when “I’m fine” meant something else entirely.

It meant:

I’m not fine at all.

I don’t know how to talk about this.

I don’t have time to fall apart.

I don’t know if this is a safe place to unpack it.

If I start talking about it, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop.

Please don’t ask me again.

And sometimes, if I’m really honest, it has meant:

“If I can convince you I’m fine, maybe I can convince myself.”

I don’t think most of us do this because we’re trying to deceive anyone.

I think we do it because we’re trying to keep functioning.

We have things to do. People who need us. Jobs to finish. Meals to make. Messages to answer. Responsibilities to carry.

So we develop little phrases, little habits, little ways of moving through the world that help us keep going when something underneath us is hurting.

“I don’t care.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“I can handle it.”

“I’m just tired.”

“That’s just how I am.”

“I don’t need anybody.”

“I’ll deal with it later.”

Sometimes those things are true.

But sometimes they are cover stories.

And I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what might be underneath them.

Not because I want to diagnose us.

Not because I think every difficult experience from childhood is secretly some enormous trauma.

And certainly not because I think we need to spend the rest of our lives digging around in the past.

Quite the opposite.

I think there may be enormous value in becoming curious about the things we have been carrying without realizing we were carrying them.

Because before we start talking about growth, perhaps we need to know what we’re growing from.


You Can’t Grow an Acre in a Flowerpot

Our culture is absolutely fascinated with growth.

Be better.

Think better.

Eat better.

Exercise more.

Set boundaries.

Build confidence.

Become your best self.

Heal your inner child.

Raise your standards.

Change your mindset.

Set goals.

Get disciplined.

And some of that advice is genuinely good.

But I’ve been thinking about something:

You can’t grow an acre’s worth of garden in a ceramic pot on your porch.

Not without first considering the soil.

What’s already in it?

What’s growing there?

What has taken root?

What’s depleted it?

What’s been buried?

What has been watered?

What has been neglected?

What has been growing quietly beneath the surface while you were busy trying to plant something new?

I think our inner lives work much the same way.

Before we start throwing seeds of self-improvement into the soil, perhaps we should stop and take inventory.

Not because something is wrong with us.

Because where we begin matters.


I Remember Being Picked Last

I can still remember being in third grade, standing on the school playground while teams were being chosen for kickball.

The power players were chosen first.

Then came everybody else.

I was the second-to-last kid chosen.

And even then, I wasn’t really chosen because somebody wanted me on their team. There was one other girl left, and apparently I was considered the slightly less risky liability.

I remember the feeling.

Pick me.

The embarrassment of standing there while name after name was called.

The quiet humiliation of being passed over.

And the painful realization that nobody seemed particularly excited to have me.

I wasn’t sitting there thinking about childhood development or self-esteem.

I was a little girl.

I just knew it hurt.

And I don’t know exactly what that moment contributed to the woman I became.

Maybe it contributed something.

Maybe it didn’t.

Maybe it was one tiny thread among many.

That’s actually the point.

Not every formative experience is huge.

It doesn’t have to be catastrophic.

It doesn’t have to qualify as trauma.

It doesn’t even have to be something we remember clearly.

Sometimes it’s a comment.

A comparison.

A rejection.

A moment of embarrassment.

A time we felt invisible.

A time we were praised only when we performed well.

A time we learned that someone else’s happiness seemed more important than our own feelings.

A time we needed comfort and didn’t know how to ask for it.

Sometimes it’s one event.

Sometimes it’s a hundred little ones.

And sometimes those experiences begin weaving themselves together.


Look for the Threads

Think about a blanket.

When you’re wrapped up in one, you don’t see thousands of individual threads.

You feel warmth.

You feel comfort.

You feel protected.

But the blanket is nothing more than a vast collection of individual threads woven together.

Our lives are like that.

A moment happens.

We experience it.

We interpret it.

We decide what it means.

Then another experience comes along.

And another.

And another.

Sometimes the experiences aren’t even objectively the same.

But they feel the same.

And somewhere inside us something whispers:

“See? There it is again.”

I wasn’t chosen.

See? There it is again.

I’m being overlooked.

See? There it is again.

Someone else was preferred.

See? There it is again.

I’m disappointing somebody.

See? There it is again.

I’m not enough.

And eventually, those individual experiences can become woven together so tightly that we stop seeing them as individual threads at all.

They become part of the blanket.

Part of the way we see ourselves.

Part of the way we interpret other people.

Part of the way we make decisions.

Part of the way we protect ourselves.

Sometimes even part of what we call “just who I am.”


What If Today’s Reaction Isn’t Entirely About Today?

Have you ever had a reaction that surprised even you?

Something happens and suddenly you’re way more hurt than you think you should be.

A comment.

A rejection.

Someone else’s silence.

A friend’s choice.

A spouse’s behavior.

A criticism.

Being left out.

Feeling ignored.

And you find yourself thinking:

“Why is this affecting me this much?”

Instead of immediately telling yourself you’re overreacting, what if you became curious?

Ask:

Is my reaction entirely about what is happening right now?

Maybe it is.

But maybe today’s event has touched an old thread.

Ask yourself:

Have I felt this particular feeling before?

When?

Where?

With whom?

What was happening?

And then, perhaps the hardest question:

What did younger me decide about herself the other times she felt this way?

Maybe she decided:

I’m not important.

I’m not pretty enough.

I’m too much.

I’m not enough.

I have to work harder to be chosen.

I can’t depend on people.

My needs are inconvenient.

If I make everybody happy, they’ll stay.

If I’m useful, I’ll be valuable.

If I never need anything, nobody can disappoint me.

We may not consciously remember making these decisions.

Children don’t usually sit down and formulate beliefs about themselves.

They experience something and try to make sense of it with the information they have.

And sometimes the explanation they come up with follows them into adulthood.


This Isn’t About Blaming the Past

I want to be very careful here.

We’re not building a courtroom.

We’re not trying to find somebody to blame for every insecurity we have ever experienced.

And we’re not going to turn ordinary childhood moments into diagnoses.

We’re investigating.

That’s different.

Because something can have affected you without being the single cause of everything you struggle with.

Someone else’s choices can hurt you without becoming their permanent ownership of your identity.

And a childhood experience can matter without needing to be labeled catastrophic.

We’re simply becoming curious about the threads.

Because sometimes today’s reaction isn’t entirely about today.

Sometimes today’s moment is touching something that has been woven into us for a very long time.


And We Don’t Have to Pull the Whole Blanket Apart

That’s important, too.

We’re not going backward so we can live there.

We’re going backward just far enough to understand what came forward with us.

We’re not digging through our past because we’re broken.

We’re digging because what we don’t understand can quietly continue to influence us.

And eventually, what we have never examined can begin to feel like identity.

That’s just who I am.

I’m just sensitive.

I’m just a perfectionist.

I’m just independent.

I’m just a worrier.

I’m just not good with conflict.

But what if some of those things aren’t simply personality?

What if some of them are learned responses?

What if some of them began as protection?

What if something that protected us then is quietly imprisoning us now?

I don’t know.

And neither do you.

Not yet.

That’s why we’re going to investigate.


So This Week, Just Notice

I don’t want to give you a neat little three-step plan for fixing your life.

Life doesn’t work that way.

Neither does healing.

Instead, I want to invite you to become curious.

Maybe this week isn’t about figuring yourself out.

Maybe it’s simply about noticing.

Pay attention to the phrases you reach for when you’re overwhelmed.

Pay attention to the moments when your reaction seems bigger than the circumstance.

Pay attention to the feelings that seem strangely familiar.

Pay attention when something happens and a little voice inside you says:

“See? There it is again.”

You don’t have to figure out what it means yet.

You don’t have to force a memory.

You don’t have to decide that you’ve discovered the one event responsible for everything that has ever happened to you.

Just notice.

Maybe write it down.

And if something keeps tugging at your attention, let yourself become curious about it.

Because sometimes the first step toward healing isn’t changing anything.

Sometimes it’s finally seeing what is there.


Find One Thread

Maybe you have a phrase.

Maybe you have a reaction you don’t understand.

Maybe you have a feeling that seems strangely familiar.

Maybe you have a memory from childhood that you’ve never considered important.

Maybe you have absolutely no idea where to begin.

That’s okay.

We’re not looking for drama. We’re looking for patterns.

So don’t try to pull your entire blanket apart.

Just find one thread.

Hold it gently.

Look at it without judgment.

Wonder where it might lead.

Because we’re going to spend some time together over the next several weeks learning what to do with the things we uncover.

We’re going to look at the beliefs hiding underneath our coping mechanisms.

We’re going to examine what those beliefs have been doing in our relationships, our choices, our boundaries, our self-image, our striving, and even our attempts at self-improvement.

And eventually, we’re going to ask whether some of the things we have been trying so hard to change aren’t actually the things that need changing at all.

Maybe what needs changing is why we’re doing them.

Maybe the goal isn’t to become someone else.

Maybe it’s to become whole.

But we can’t begin to understand that until we know what we’re carrying.

So this week, don’t fix anything.

Don’t judge anything.

Don’t unravel the whole blanket.

Just look for the threads.

And if you find one…

write it down.

Because…

We’re going to need that thread. 🦋

 

Until Next Time, 


 

You Were Never Meant to Earn Your Worth

I heard a story recently that has stayed with me far longer than I expected.

A husband was trying to explain why he had been looking at provocative pictures of other women online. In an effort to reassure his wife that it “didn’t mean anything,” he reached for an analogy.

“It’s like going to a car show,” he said. “You can admire the Lamborghinis. It’s not like you’re ever going to buy one.”

His wife didn’t miss a beat.

“Maybe not,” she replied. “But if someone handed you the keys and offered you a free test drive… I’m pretty sure you’d take it.”

Silence.

I’ve thought about that conversation for days.

Not simply because of the analogy itself.

But because I couldn’t stop thinking about what it might feel like to be the wife sitting across from him.

To suddenly wonder…

“So… I’m the old car in the driveway?”

“I’m the one who has aged.”

“I’m the one who can’t compete anymore.”

And then I realized something.

This conversation isn’t really just about pictures.

It’s about something much deeper.

It’s about authority.

Who Gave Them the Authority to Label You?

Who gets to decide what makes someone valuable?

Because somewhere along the way, many of us quietly accepted a lie.

We began believing our worth was something to earn instead of something to remember.

If I can lose the weight…

If I can erase the wrinkles…

If I can afford the right clothes…

If I can look younger…

If I can become more successful…

If I can finally be chosen…

Then I’ll be enough.

But every time we reach the finish line, it quietly moves.

That’s the cruel genius of shame.

It never lets us arrive.

The number on the scale changes.

The standard changes.

The comparison changes.

The person we’re trying to impress changes.

And suddenly the thing we thought would finally make us feel secure leaves us standing at the beginning of the race all over again.

Because the finish line was never real.

It was built on a lie.

And if we trace that lie all the way back to the beginning, we find it waiting for us in a garden.

“Did God really say…?”

Those were the first words of doubt whispered over humanity.

Did God really say you are loved?

Did God really say you are enough?

Did God really say your identity comes from Him?

Or do you need something else?

Something more?

Something you can earn?

The enemy has been asking the same question ever since.

The lie isn’t that caring for ourselves is unimportant. It is important.

Our health matters.

Our bodies matter.

Our emotional and spiritual growth matter.

We are responsible for stewarding the life God has entrusted to us.

But there is a profound difference between caring for ourselves because we know we have value…

and trying to create value through self-improvement.

One is stewardship.

The other is striving.

One grows from identity.

The other is an attempt to earn it.

I think many of us need to ask a difficult question:

When did I start believing someone else had the authority to define what God had already declared?

When did I hand someone else the microphone?

When did my reflection become louder than my Creator?

When did another person’s approval become more powerful than God’s voice?

Culture grabs that microphone all the time.

It says:

“You’re valuable if you’re young enough.”

“If you’re beautiful enough.”

“If you’re successful enough.”

“If you’re desirable enough.”

Comparison grabs it too.

“Look at her.”

“Look what she has.”

“Look how easily she is chosen.”

The enemy grabs it.

“You’re only what you’ve done.”

“You’re only what happened to you.”

“You’re only your failures.”

And little by little…

we forget the voice that spoke first.

The voice that said:

“You are Mine.”

This is where responsibility matters.

Not because responsibility is heavy.

Because responsibility is hopeful.

If my identity depends entirely on someone else’s choices, then I am powerless.

But if part of healing involves reclaiming whose voice I listen to…

there is hope.

Real hope.

I cannot control another person’s character. 

But I can examine my own.

I can ask:

What lies have I believed?

What voices have I trusted?

Where have I abandoned myself?

Where have I allowed fear to lead me?

Those questions do not bring shame.

They bring freedom.

Because there is a difference between guilt and shame.

Guilt says:

“I did something wrong.”

Healthy guilt has movement.

It invites confession.

Repentance.

Growth.

Restoration.

Shame says:

“I am what’s wrong.”

Shame doesn’t correct behavior.

It attacks identity.

And then there is another burden many of us carry without realizing it:

False responsibility.

“If someone hurt me, it must somehow be because I wasn’t enough.”

Not pretty enough.

Not young enough.

Not exciting enough.

Not thin enough.

Not successful enough.

Not desirable enough.

The human heart has a remarkable ability to turn someone else’s sin into evidence against itself.

Someone lies…

“Look at how stupid I was for trusting them!” 

Someone leaves…

“I must not have been lovable.”

Someone chooses something else…

“I must not have been worth choosing.”

But that responsibility was never ours to carry.

Healthy responsibility sounds different:

“I cannot control another person’s character or their choices. 

But I can examine my own.”

Maybe the question isn’t:

“Why did they do this to me?”

Maybe the deeper question is:

“Why did I allow their choices to become a statement about my worth?”

Not because I caused their choices.

Not because their actions were acceptable.

Not because my pain isn’t real.

But because I have the opportunity to reclaim something that was never meant to be surrendered.

My identity.

Maybe that’s why so many people stay too long in places where their souls slowly disappear.

Not because they are weak.

Not because they don’t know better.

But because somewhere along the journey, being chosen became more important than remembering they already belonged.

We accepted scraps because we were afraid of losing the table.

We silenced ourselves because we feared being alone.

We shrank ourselves because rejection felt unbearable.

We confused being wanted with being worthy.

But those are not the same thing.

Friend, if another person’s choices have wounded you, let me say this gently:

Your pain is real.

It should hurt.

Love always leaves us vulnerable.

But someone else’s choices were never meant to become the measuring stick for your identity.

There is only One who has the authority to answer the question:

“Who are you?”

And He answered long before culture had an opinion.

Long before social media created impossible standards.

Long before age left its fingerprints on your face.

Long before anyone failed to see your beauty.

Long before another person’s brokenness tempted you to question your own worth.

You are not a product sitting on a showroom floor waiting to be compared.

You are God’s workmanship.

His masterpiece.

Ephesians 2:10 tells us:

“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.”

A masterpiece does not compete with another masterpiece.

A one-of-a-kind creation does not become more valuable because someone notices it.

Its value comes from the One who created it.

Perhaps healing doesn’t begin when everyone else finally recognizes your worth.

Perhaps healing begins the moment you remember they never had the authority to define you.

So today, maybe ask yourself:

Whose voice have I been trusting to tell me who I am?

And maybe, just maybe…

it is time to take back the microphone.

Until Next Time— Keep Becoming! 

When Someone Else’s Choices Make You Question Your Worth

 *** A tender note before reading: Today’s post touches on betrayal, marriage wounds, and the painful questions that can surface when trust is broken. Please— take a deep breath and stay with this one. I believe it’s a post each of us can relate to in some way or another, and that even if the circumstances are a little different in your life, the message could still be helpful. ***  

For Those Who Keep Showing Up

This week’s message is for the ones who keep showing up.

Not people looking for shortcuts.
Not people demanding applause.
Just… faithful people, doing the best they can, as they walk through difficult times. 

The daughter making another long drive to care for an aging parent.
The grandmother raising grandchildren when she thought that season of life was over.
The mother who spent decades pouring herself into her children only to feel forgotten.
The man who goes to work every day, pays the bills, keeps his promises, and wonders if anyone would notice if he stopped.
The volunteer who quietly serves every Sunday while carrying grief no one sees.

Friends, I’m here to proclaim what we all know and try hard not to say:

There is a particular kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from working too hard. It comes from loving hard. And wondering if it mattered.

I’m realizing that it isn’t simply that people are tired.

It’s that they’re beginning to question whether faithfulness is worth it.

Not because they expected a parade.

But because after years—even decades—of doing what was right, they secretly hoped there would at least be fruit.

A grateful child.

A healthier marriage.

A restored relationship.

A little acknowledgment. 

They were patient; knowing full well that planted seeds take time to bring forth fruit. So, they’ve waited and waited… and waited. 

But Instead of fruit…

They’ve been greeted by silence.

Distance.

More responsibility.

Another problem to solve.

Another person to carry.

And eventually the enemy begins whispering that age-old question:

“What was the point?”

I don’t think that question is asked nearly enough in Christian circles because it feels almost shameful.

But it is profoundly human. And our humanity is not shameful. It’s simply … frail. 

It needs Validation. Hope. Reminders! 

So here’s where it gets real: 

Jesus never measured results the way we measure them.

We count followers.

God counts obedience.

We count gratitude.

God counts sacrifice.

We count visible fruit.

God sees seeds buried in soil that hasn’t broken open yet.

That’s incredibly difficult for hearts that are hurting because we long to know that our pouring out actually mattered.

I keep coming back to the Old Testament idea of the tithe.

A tithe wasn’t valuable because the OT church needed to pay their electric bill.

It was valuable because it declared: “This belongs to God.”

***Sit with that thought a minute!***

What if every unseen act of service is like that?

Every meal cooked.

Every diaper changed.

Every elderly parent cared for.

Every difficult conversation handled with grace.

Every bill we worked hard to pay.

Every prayer whispered over children who never knew.

Every lonely shift at work.

Every sacrifice no one thanked you for.

Not wasted.

Offered.

A living tithe.

Placed in God’s hands before anyone else’s opinion ever gets to evaluate it.

Maybe that’s what faithfulness really is.

Not performing until someone notices.

But laying another day’s offering on the altar even when no one says thank you.

Because God has never confused hidden with insignificant.

There’s another thought I can’t shake:

The world tells us that our value is determined by what comes back around to us; what we “manifest”. 

The Kingdom has always worked differently.

Love first.

Serve first.

Give first.

Forgive first.

Plant first.

Sometimes harvest comes much later.

Sometimes someone else gathers the fruit from seeds we planted.

Sometimes we won’t see the full harvest this side of heaven.

That doesn’t make the planting meaningless.

 

Maybe today you’re carrying responsibilities that no one applauds.

Maybe you’ve spent years loving people who no longer call.

Maybe you’re wondering if all the giving, serving, praying, working, sacrificing, and simply showing up has made any difference at all.

Hear this, friend:

God has never overlooked a single offering you’ve laid before Him.

Not one meal.
Not one mile.
Not one tear.
Not one prayer.
Not one unseen act of love.

The world may reward performance.

Heaven remembers faithfulness.

Your service has never been invisible.

It has always been worship.

One final thought: There’s a temptation, when we’re wounded by the lack of gratitude or visible fruit, to conclude that the value of our service depended on the response we received.

But what if its value was established the moment we offered it to God?

That doesn’t erase the grief. It doesn’t make estranged children less painful, caregiving less exhausting, or lonely faithfulness any easier.

It does, however, move the weight of our worth from human hands back into God’s hands.

And perhaps that’s where weary servants finally find enough strength to offer one more day. 

Until Next Time– 
Keep Becoming! 

 

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When Love Becomes Care: The Sacred Weight of Showing Up for an Aging Father

There are seasons in life that don’t announce themselves as sacred.

They arrive quietly… wrapped in responsibility, routine, and a kind of exhaustion you don’t fully notice until you’re already living inside it.

This is one of those seasons for me.

I’ve found myself sitting in more silence lately—not because there is nothing to say, but because what is unfolding feels too tender to rush.

Too layered to simplify.

Too real to package neatly.

And I’ve been learning that sometimes the most honest thing we can do is simply tell the truth about where we are… even when it doesn’t come out polished.

My father is aging in a way that is no longer subtle.

After my mom passed last year, everything shifted. The home they built together became too big for him to care for alone. So we made the decision to move him into an independent living facility—a place that is safe, supportive, and honestly very beautiful.

He has his own apartment. A balcony. A kitchen. A full calendar of activities if he feels up to them. Choir, art, social gatherings. A community around him.

On paper… he is cared for. And in many ways, he is.

But life is never just what’s on paper.

His body is weaker now.

His steps are slower.

His hands—especially—fight him because of neuropathy.

And beneath all of it is a quiet fragility that I can feel even when nothing is being said.

So my life has taken on a different rhythm.

Phone calls every day.

Medication organization.

Grocery orders through an app.

Six-hour drives each way, twice a month, to sit with him, refill pill packets, share meals, and simply be present.

And I won’t pretend I always carry it well.

There are days I am tired in a way sleep doesn’t fix.

Days where repetition wears thin and responsibility feels heavy.

Days where fear sits quietly in the background whispering what-ifs I don’t want to name out loud.

Because when you love someone in this stage of life, there is a thought that doesn’t fully go away:

What if something happens and I’m not there?

And yet… something else is happening too.

Something I didn’t expect.

Something I didn’t plan for.

There are moments—small, unassuming moments—where everything softens.

Where the pace slows down enough for something deeper to surface.

Where he is no longer only the father who carried everything… and I am no longer only the daughter being carried.

We are simply two people sitting in the same room sharing the precious gift of time.

And in that space, something tender is being rebuilt.

Not perfectly.

Not without tension.

But honestly.

We talk differently now.

More slowly.

More openly.

Sometimes revisiting old memories in ways that weren’t possible when life was loud and rushed and full of responsibility.

And I find myself realizing something I didn’t expect:

We are not only navigating decline.

We are also witnessing something sacred being restored.

It is not easy to name this season.

It is grief and gratitude sharing the same breath.

It is love that feels heavy and holy at the same time.

It is showing up again… and again… and again… even when I don’t feel strong enough for it.

But it is also connection.

It is presence.

It is healing in places I didn’t know were still open and wounded.

With Father’s Day approaching, I’ve been thinking about how complicated love becomes in seasons like this.

It’s no longer just celebration.

It becomes attention.

Witness.

Care in its most practical form.

And maybe that’s what I want to say most of all—if you are in a season like this too:

Don’t dismiss what has a chance to be rebuilt–even in the middle of what is being worn down.

Don’t assume the hard parts cancel out the holy parts.

Sometimes love doesn’t look like ease.

Sometimes it looks like showing up.

Quietly.

Repeatedly.

Faithfully.

Even when it costs something.

Even when it aches.

Even when you don’t have the emotional language for it yet.

Because there are winter seasons in life that don’t just ‘take’ from us. 

They reveal.

They deepen.

They reshape what love actually means.

And strangely… they are capable of still growing something beautiful.

Something honest.

Something that looks a lot like grace.

Here’s my closing thought: 

If you are walking through something similar, I hope you remember this:

Nothing sacred is wasted.

Not the hard days.

Not the repetition.

Not the fear you don’t say out loud.

Not the love that feels heavier than you expected.

It all matters.

Even here.

Even now.

Even in this season.

Until Next Time… 
Keep Becoming! 

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Does Any of This Even Matter?

Some days, I look around at the world and wonder if anything I do makes a difference.

The world feels heavy lately.

People seem exhausted. Distracted. Angry. Lonely.

Everyone is scrolling, rushing, consuming, reacting, moving on to the next thing.

And somewhere in the middle of all that noise, I find myself asking a question that I suspect many of us ask:

Does any of this even matter?

Not in a dramatic, throw-my-hands-up-and-quit sort of way.

More in a quiet, honest way.

Does the meal I cooked matter?

Does the prayer I prayed matter?

Does the encouraging text I sent matter?

Does the blog post I wrote matter?

Does the conversation I had over coffee matter?

Am I actually making a difference, or am I simply adding another drop to an ocean so large it can never be noticed?

For a long time, I thought purpose looked big.

I thought meaningful work had to be impressive.

I thought impact should be measurable.

Surely if I was making a difference, there would be obvious proof.

There would be applause.

Testimonials.

Large numbers.

Visible results.

But the older I get, the more I suspect that much of the good we do in this world happens quietly.

The teacher never fully knows which student carried her words for decades.

The mother never fully knows which small moments shaped her children.

The friend never fully knows how much that one conversation mattered.

The person who chooses kindness over criticism never sees the ripple effect that decision creates.

And… The writer never hears from most of her readers.

So much of our impact remains invisible.

Not because it wasn’t important.

Because life simply doesn’t provide a report card for every act of faithfulness.

I used to think I needed to have everything figured out before I could share anything meaningful.

I wanted to write from the other side of the struggle.

I wanted to tell the story after the lesson had been learned, the problem solved, and the victory secured.

After all, who am I to speak on things I’m still learning?

Who am I to encourage others when I don’t have all the answers?

But somewhere along the way, I began to realize something.

If I wait until I’ve mastered every lesson before I share it, I may never share anything at all. And even if I did… who wants to learn from a know-it-all??! 

I’m learning that most of life isn’t solved. It’s being lived… often in the trenches, while we’re really struggling. 

And maybe people aren’t looking for experts nearly as often as they’re looking for companions.

Maybe they don’t need someone standing on a stage saying, “I’ve arrived.”

Maybe they need someone sitting beside them saying, “I’m walking this road too.”

That realization changed something in me.

I stopped waiting for inspiration quite so much.

I stopped waiting for certainty.

I stopped waiting until I felt qualified.

Instead, I started doing.

Here a little. There a little.

One conversation. One prayer. 

One act of kindness. One blog post.

One journal. One encouraging word.

Just showing up and placing what I have in God’s hands.

No grand strategy. No guarantees.

No certainty that it will matter.

Just faithfulness.

And perhaps that’s where purpose has been hiding all along.

Not in changing the whole world. Not in reaching everyone.

Not in building something impressive.

But in faithfully loving the people God places in front of us today.

The internet has plenty of stages. The world has plenty of people shouting.

What it often lacks are quiet places where people can sit down, exhale, and be honest.

What it lacks are people willing to offer kindness when criticism would be easier.

What it lacks are people willing to keep planting seeds even when they never get to see the harvest.

So if you’ve been wondering whether your life matters…

If you’ve been wondering whether your small acts of faithfulness are accomplishing anything…

If you’ve been wondering whether anyone notices…

I hope you’ll remember this:

You may never know the full impact of your obedience.

You may never see all the ripples.

You may never hear all the stories.

But that doesn’t mean they aren’t happening.

The good you do is not measured solely by what you can see.

Sometimes the most meaningful things we ever do look remarkably ordinary while we’re doing them.

A conversation. 

A prayer.

A meal.

A journal entry.

A kind word.

A small act of courage.

A simple act of showing up.

Here a little. There a little.

And perhaps, in the hands of God, that is more than enough.

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