Water Your Roots

If you ask me (I know you didn’t ask me, but I’m going to pretend that you did), we are far too absorbed in things that don’t matter in this day and age.

I see girls (and guys) all around me so concerned with what they look like, how they come across, and how others perceive them… it makes me kind of sick tbh. It bothers me so much, because these are things I have a tendency to be far too concerned with myself, if I’m not careful.

If we think about our lives as plants, really simply put:

We’re watering the wrong end of the plant.
So often, in an effort to be accepted, we focus on making ourselves look really nice, and look like we have things all together.
We put on more makeup. We fake a bigger smile. We exercise and alter our eating to try to lose weight. We act happier than we really are, to trick people into thinking we really are “fine.” We pretend to be “Good. (And you?)” when people ask us. We’re all about the appearance.
Continuing with the metaphor, picture a gardener spraying the leaves of a plant, washing them clean of any dirt, making them look nice at first glance, but completely missing the roots, causing the plant to, in actuality, be starving.
I feel like that image represents so many of us in this country. We create the illusion that we’re thriving and succeeding, but underneath it all, we’re thirsty, sick, and desperate for water and sonlight (See what I did there?).
It makes me sad, because if people are anything like me, then a lot of times the reason for putting on this fake front stems from insecurity, and a desire to be accepted.
We think things like, “If I eat less and lose 10 more pounds, then I’ll be happy,” or
“If I go to the gym and get back that six-pack that I used to have, then everyone will like me,” or
“If I wear this name-brand jacket and buy these expensive jeans, then they’ll think I have money, and will respect me,” or
“If I act like I’m confident, then they’ll think I really am confident, and then they’ll view me as their equal,” or
“If I pretend to have it all together, even though inside I’m a mess, then I’ll be worthy of that relationship/of that job/of the accomplishment of that goal/of whatever.”
The problem with all of these “if, thens” is that all of them are contingent upon the assumption that our worth is ours to create, grow, and prove to others. This reasoning completely contradicts the Truth that teaches us that our worth is not ours or anyone’s to determine except for our Creator’s (which He already did long ago).
God’s reminded me of this a lot lately, thanks to his Word, his Church, and especially his people, who continue to speak the truth in Love to me (shoutout to all of those beautiful people).
The key is to look to God for true and life-giving nourishment, and to allow his Love to continuously grow us. As opposed to futilely and unnaturally trying to prune our own selves, if we give God the shears (yikes, taking this metaphor a little too far, I know), only then will we be able to organically rid ourselves of the bad fruits and allow good fruits to grow in their place.
(See next post for tips on how to deal with the insecurities that result in these futile efforts in the first place).
“He saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to his own mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewal of the Holy Spirit,” Titus 3:5

No Ragrets (Part 2/2)

So again, the question in my head lately has been:

Why do we not do the things we know we would regret not doing if we were to die tomorrow, because we could die tomorrow? 

When I think about what it would look like to really eliminate regret, and actually use the time and gifts I’ve been given to their fullest in this life, I think about:

  • Not letting the lack of apparent feasibility of a goal keep me from following my calling
  • Not letting what others may think of me dictate my actions
  • Not letting people’s expectations, or my expectations of myself, hinder progress
  • Accepting and appreciating everyone in my life, and letting everyone, from new friends to family, know that they’re loved

The list goes on…

The fears that so often stop me range from:

  • Fear of failure, to
  • Fear of success, to
  • Fear of the unknown, to
  • Fear of rejection, to
  • Fear of embarrassment or vulnerability

Some of these fears are one in the same, but for the sake of time, I’m going to just ramble about fear of embarrassment or vulnerability, as it relates to appreciating my mom and dad and letting them know they’re loved. My parents are the two people in my life that know me the best, and have loved me unconditionally (in spite of that)… so I’ve been wondering lately:

Why do I not go out of my way to let them know how much I care about and appreciate them? Why do I so often take their presence and their love for granted? Why do I feel I’m entitled to treat them, of all people, with contempt if I’m not having the best day, even when they’ve been the ones most unconditionally loving and gracious towards me?

If I were to die tomorrow, would I regret leaving things in the state that they are in, in this moment?

The answer to the last question is, “Crap… Yes!” Now, I don’t think I’m a terrible daughter, and I’m not saying that I never tell my parents that I love them. We actually have a great relationship, relatively speaking. What I’m saying is there is a lot of room for improvement, and I’m wondering why I’m not working to make those improvements more proactively, given that life is so fleeting.

I’m going to steal a quote that Jan Carlberg quoted in her latest post, because I think it relates:

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable,” (C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves).

Recently, I’ve made a vow to myself to not let fear of rejection and embarrassment as it relates to vulnerability keep me from being my true self. This is the beginning of a journey that doesn’t have an end, and I’ve already failed a LOT in trying to doing this, but I’m convinced intentions like this are what allow us to climb the ladder of life to the top with the most Love in our hearts. Baby steps, right?

Yesterday I talked to my parents about all of these thoughts I’ve been having. I cried and told them I love them and appreciate them, and the whole thing was so unbelievably terrible and ugly, but also so liberating and Good.

This is what I’m learning:

Success isn’t eliminating fear. Success isn’t not experiencing rejection or embarrassment.

Success is being scared, but still being willing to experience the things we fear regardless.

Success is vowing to not allow fear to cause you to wait for a reminder of death to prompt you to live the way you know you’ve always been meant to live.

Success is knowing that the lies that the enemy feeds us in our heads about how we are unworthy of life, love, and success, are absolutely false.

One of the biggest things I fear is that the reaction I will get from putting myself out there, from pursuing my calling, from telling people how I feel, might affirm the lies in my head, thus making them true.

Success is knowing that if that does happen, it doesn’t make the lies any more true. The enemy will always try to tell us we are worthless, whether it’s through our own insecurities, or through the manifestation of other people’s insecurities in our own lives.

Remembering that we are more than enough, not because of what we’ve done, but because Christ has made us more than enough, will put Satan in his place, allowing us to rise triumphant as we boldly carry out our callings for the glory of God. I hope that we can all build each other up as we work to each become our true selves.

No Ragrets (Part 1/2)

I’ve never been one to advocate living life with no regrets, because sometimes, I do have regrets.

I don’t think having regrets is such a bad thing, like a lot of people make it out to be. To me, having regrets just means that you’re willing to admit you didn’t (or did) do something you wish you did (or didn’t) do. It means calling yourself out on your shortcomings and admitting you’re not perfect.

As the incredibly wise Miley Cyrus once said, “Everybody makes mistakes. Everybody has those days. Everybody knows what I’m talkin’ ’bout… Nobody’s perfect.” (Well said, Miley. Well said.)

I do think there’s a way to regret well, and a way to regret poorly, and that’s an important distinction to make before I go any further.

There is a difference between regretting something, dwelling on it, and allowing your negativity to catalyze you into doing more regrettable things, versus regretting something, asking God (and when applicable, others) for forgiveness, forgiving yourself for it, and picking yourself up and learning from it.

I am, of course, an advocate for the latter. Anyway, all this to say, I have regrets… the biggest one being, really simply, I’m not using the time and gifts I’ve been given in this life to their fullest potential. I’m not living life to the fullest. (See last post for details on what got me thinking about all of this in the first place).

Then this past Sunday, the pastor spoke about regrets. This happens a lot. When God is trying to tell me something, I think about it in my head, and it’s confirmed in different areas of my life – a lot of times through the sermon the next Sunday. Anyway, the pastor shared that in New York City, there is a chalk board set up where people can write down their biggest regrets. It turns out, people’s biggest regrets almost always are not things they did do, but things that they intended to do, but didn’t do.

So the question I’ve been asking myself lately is this:

Why do we not do the things we know we would regret not doing if we were to die tomorrow, because we could die tomorrow? 

A little bit of a run-on, I know, but the answer I’ve come to is simple: fear.

See next post for expansion on thoughts about fear/regrets…

“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is: his good, pleasing and perfect will.” (Romans 12:2)