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In the New Year, I Will Wear Jeans That Fit

 

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I was trying on jeans the other day.  I found a box with a bunch from years past and I tried them all on.  Every brand was in there.  And every size. All the styles…skinny, flared, boot cut, boyfriend, ripped, cropped, light, dark, stretchy, bedazzled.

They represent all the different phases of my life.  There is the young stage, the mom stage, all the sizes up and down the pregnancy years, the fancy going out jeans, the run around town jeans, the ones you wear with your boots and the ones that can handle heels. Some have been tailored to fit like a glove, others hang low, hand me downs from my husband, ripped and torn and way too roomy.  Some have paint splats from my days of painting furniture.  Some are ripped on purpose, others from wear.

There is no other item of clothing that I love more.  Jeans are my jam.  I feel like myself in jeans.  However, I’ve realized that more times than I care to admit, I have worn jeans that make me feel “not myself”.  Trying on all of these jeans the other day, I realized I’m ready to move on.

I’m not saying I won’t keep them. I will pack them away in a box to pull out when I feel like reminiscing.  I will think of them like a living, fashion photo album.  I will love them and appreciate them but I won’t long to be in them.

I have grown up.  I am wiser and a little wider.  And it’s okay if they no longer fit.

In the new year, I will wear jeans that fit. I will put them on like a comfy blanket and I will be warmed.  I will wear them like a boss with my boots and my big blingy Texas belt buckle.  I will wear jeans that make me feel like me.  The real me.  The 46 year old me.  The one who is brave and kind and thoughtful.  The me that understands where she has been and is joyfully expectant about where she is going.  The peaceful yogi me and the silly, loud, singing at the top of her lungs me.  The me that likes to eat and hike and dance and laugh and travel.  The me that mothers teenagers.  The me that humbly understands how small I am.  The me that knows what needs to be done and can do it.  The obedient me. The rebellious me. Flaws and mistakes and successes and all of it.  I like it.  I own it.  I love me.

I have earned this confidence.

You have too.  You’ve earned the right to shine in whatever fits you.

Let’s do this.  Let’s strut together out into the world.  Confident and courageous. Bold and strong. Let’s show our daughters what aging really looks like.  I can see it now and it’s beautiful.

A bing band of women, walking together arm in arm, worthy and beloved, comfortable in their skin…and their jeans.

© 2015 Sue Bidstrup, Great Big Yes™

 

 

A Mother’s Prayer

 

She woke up today with a heavy heart.

Anxiety pierced her chest.

Slushing through the breakfast routine she wondered why.

Fell asleep reading a book about minors being stolen and trafficked.

Could wreak havoc on even the most hopeful mind.

Studying, learning, praying, demanding some sort of safe haven for these sweet souls bought and sold. Bought and sold. Mercy Lord. Your daughters and sons. Like property.

Her stomach hurts and she considers going back to bed. 

Nagging uncomfortable feeling persists and she remembers more.

Good people she knows looking for son. He’s lost. Find him Lord.

Other mothers that are dear mourn their lost children.

Friends struggle through teaching right and wrong. Boundaries. You are worthy. You are loved.

This too shall pass.

It will be better in the morning.

Except when it’s not.

I was told motherhood is the great equalizer and that is true. You pray for me I’ll pray for you.

It’s all we can do really.

Money, connections, family, friends, education, they don’t guarantee anything.

It’s a rocky road we travel. It’s an unsteady balance beam and we can’t strut here.

We walk tentatively. We focus our gaze.On you Lord.

Light.

Like Peter we lose focus, we look away. We fall. This reminds us to look at you again. We regain balance.

Only you know Lord. And you love us. You love our kids more than we do. Although I can’t imagine.

We read books and we share what we know and we love and we hold and we pray.

We tuck in and we snuggle and we laugh and we do homework and make sandwiches and drive and text and call and do laundry.

We cheer from the stands and we cry in cars alone. We buy things and fix things and anxiously await results.

We teach and we hug and we provide and we pray some more.

Lord, protect my baby.

Stay right there beside him even when he’s six feet tall.

Don’t ever leave her.

Remind him who he is when he forgets.

Love her when I’m not there Lord.

Have his back.

Guard her heart.

I’m sorry for complaining when I was tired or angry or hungry or lonely.

Lord, this gift. This gift.

Thank you. 

 

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©2015 Sue Bidstrup, Great Big Yes™, All Rights Reserved

The Prayer Project

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I love people.

Thanks for all of you who have sent prayers.  They are beautiful.  You are beautiful.  Your faith is extraordinary.  Thank you for the genuine pleas for grace and help and for trusting that God is that powerful.

Let’s ramp it up.  I’m feeling a Holy Spirit movement here.  If you haven’t sent a prayer yet, please do.

I’ve made it easier!  See the words at the top of the screen under the pretty winter picture?

See where it says Prayer Request?

Okay, click on that and you can put in a prayer request.  You can do it anonymously!  When it asks your name, leave it blank.  When it asks your email, leave it blank.  Or if you prefer, you can put your email and you will receive notifications that others have prayed your prayer too!!

Seriously.  God and the Holy Spirit are in the computer!  They are everywhere!  We are part of a really cool thing – using technology for GOOD.  Using the computer for GRACE.  It’s too much it’s SO AWESOME!

You know when you go to Google something and you are so surprised that someone else has Googled that exact same question even though it seems so obscure and kind of out there?  I love that.  It makes me feel like I’m less silly and weird.

Imagine how I felt when I looked into the blog platform to see if I could link up some prayer requests and there were several ways to do it?  Imagine.  LOTS of people asking for this.  LOTS of creators creating this good, beautiful, faithful, sharing way to be.  It’s like a movement for Grace.  Right in there with all the other stuff on the internet.

Please join in. If you prefer to send an email, that’s good too.  I told the people that I know in town to feel free to drop prayers in my mail box any time as well.  🙂

I don’t know what we should call it.  The Prayer Project?  The Prayer Revolution?  Grace from the keyboard?  Moms who pray together feel less alone?  Moms who realize others have the same concerns suddenly don’t feel so overwhelmed?  Typing for Grace?  Who knows? Any ideas?  I feel like t-shirts and bumper stickers may be in our future.

Please join us.

I was listening to the radio and I heard a speaker talk about when he dropped his daughter off at college.  He said he was crying so hard, he couldn’t even pray for her (he’s a preacher!).  She had to pray for herself!

It made me think of all the moms out there that are crying so hard they can’t pray.  They are tired and weary and scared and lonely and they don’t have the words to even ask for help.  We have to pray for them.  We can be the voice that storms the heavens on their behalf.  We need each other.  Let’s pray for those moms.  Think about it, write it up, share it.

If you are feeling like singing that song, “It’s me, It’s me, It’s me O Lord, standing in the need of prayer.” Then by all means, pray for yourself.  If you know a friend in need, pray for them.  Pray for babies and young kids and old kids and grandkids, pray for husbands and friends and preachers and leaders. Just do it.  Share your prayer.

When we put it out there to God and we lift up our voices with the expectation and trust that He hears us…well, at that point, it is in His hands and miracles will happen.

Think of the story in the Bible about the friends asking Jesus for help for their paralyzed friend.   (The underlines are mine- you know how I like to POINT THINGS OUT.)

The Help of Friends – Luke 5:17-20

One day Jesus was teaching the people. The Pharisees and teachers of the law were sitting there too. They had come from every town in Galilee and from Judea and Jerusalem. The Lord (God) was giving Jesus the power to heal people. There was a man that was paralyzed (crippled). Some men carried him on a mat. The men tried to bring him and put him down before Jesus. But there were so many people that the men could not find a way to Jesus. So the men went up on the roof and lowered the crippled man down through a hole in the ceiling. They lowered the mat {into the room} so that the crippled man was lying before Jesus. Jesus saw that these men believed. Jesus said to the sick man, “Friend, your sins are forgiven.” The Jewish teachers of the law and the Pharisees thought to themselves, “Who is this man (Jesus)? He is saying things that are against God! Only God can forgive sins.” But Jesus knew what they were thinking. He said, “Why do you have these questions in your minds? The Son of Man has power on earth to forgive sins. But how can I prove this to you? Maybe you are thinking it was easy for me to say, ‘Your sins are forgiven.’ {No one could see if it really happened.} But what if I say to the man, ‘Stand up and walk’? Then you will be able to see that I really have this power.” So Jesus said to the paralyzed man, “I tell you, stand up! Take your mat and go home!” Then the man stood up before the people there. He picked up his mat and walked home, praising God. All the people were fully amazed. They began to praise God. The people were filled with much respect {for God’s power}. They said, “Today we saw amazing things!”

 — Luke 5:17-26 (ERV)

They didn’t say, “This is too hard” or “We can’t get in”…they LOWERED HIM DOWN THROUGH A HOLE IN THE CEILING!

If they can do that, we can lift our babies and our toddlers and our teenagers and our grown children up in prayer.  We can hold our sisters and mothers and friends and daughters and sons up to Jesus and say, “Help them, love them, protect them.”  We can be voices for women who can’t get out of bed today.  We can literally hold them up in prayer until they can “walk again”.  We can create that space for them to rest and be weak because we know our God is strong…we can carry them to Jesus.

I love the verse in the passage above that says…Jesus saw that these men believed.

Let’s show Him we believe too.

Let’s Pray.

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