Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The Week of the Mad

I have gone through some metamorphosis the last few years. I'm sure that everyone goes through this. I feel somewhat like a caterpillar into a butterfly. The caterpillar in me has just been slowly crawling it's way through life. My anger, frustrations and loneliness bogging me down and making the crawl extremely slow and painful. Enters my 30's, Jesus becomes so clear to me. The Bible promises us that His word will not return void and so God fulfills that promise and my caterpillar goes into her cocoon and starts her change.

This is such a slow process! The more I turn to Him the more I can feel, literally feel, the anger of the past peeling off of me like layers to an onion. There are times when I think I am not making any progress at all and I am the same Tricia from my past. My God promised me that I was a new creation in HIM! That all the old is gone and I am made new and periodically He gives me a glimpse at just how far I've come.

And then this week hits...... Sigh.... Can we say caterpillar. I'm crawling this week. Slowly, painfully crawling. I wonder if this is how the devil feels? I have so much to be thankful for and yet here I sit, nibbling on my anger leaves. Have you ever feed your anger? UGH!

Sunday morning was good. At a church luncheon I got the worst nose bleed I've ever had. I've never even seen one this bad. At long last it subsides enough for me to drive home, where I find a note stuck in the front door from a neighbor that another neighbor ran over our dog, mere feet from our driveway. Sissy was a part of our family, when I was sick she laid with me, she watched over the kids, she adored Doug and she had the best smile. Yes she smiled! The more I find out about this "accident" the more angry I become. I just can't seem to let it go. I cried for days and I haven't slept well at all. It may seem silly but I just can't help it.

Tuesday rolls around, Andy has been looking forward to his first cub scout meeting all day. Not so patiently counting down the time until Dad takes him to the Scout House. 5 o'clock finally hits, and their off; like a herd of turtles. I had sign language class so I was excited to get home and hear how it went. UGH! My caterpillar is about to start moving slower. It was awful, not organized the kids made fun of Andy, one knocked over his project, the lady running the show was too busy talking to other parents to have any idea what was going on. Needless by the time is was over Andy was in tears. And so the anger builds, now I'm really good and ticked off. These are the two majors in my life this week.

The new creation in me knows I have to let all this go. I have to forgive. I know I can't do it, but Jesus in me can. Man it is hard. I really stink at handing things over to God and leaving them there. Especially anger, I don't want to be that person anymore and Jesus says I'm not! PTL!
But, here I am in my cocoon, pushing and pulling, rolling around fighting and struggling; feeling like at any moment I just might pop out the side of my cocoon and fall straight to the ground. I guess this is all part of the metamorphosis process.

Someday I'll be the butterfly Jesus already sees. I probably will never see that day here on earth and that's ok with me, because until that day, I'm safe in Jesus' arms. He is my cocoon and although I may push and fight He has never dropped me and I know he never will.

P.S. If anyone reads this go listen to Phil Wickham's song, Safe. It was a small token to me, a reminder, HEY YOUR SAFE WITH ME!

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Random Thoughts

My thoughts are so random these days. Lately I've been trying to get some of my creative thoughts out. I've had writers block for years it seems like. I can't get anything out that's intelligent. I have however been able to get some of those creative juices flowing in a few other ways.

I've always been drawn to music and images. When I listen to music it has to mean something to me. Has to touch me somewhere deep within for me to even listen to it for half a second. I heard this song not long ago "By Your Side" by: Tenth Avenue North. WOW! This song really hits me, it's like Jesus is speaking right to me. Every time I hear it invokes emotions that I just can't explain. I started working on a video to go with the song, I've seen some on youtube, and although they are good they just didn't speak to me. As a "side effect" Andy heard that song playing a lot the last few days and last night we were on our way home, from our Friday night hang out, he asks for this song. He starts to sing and I looked at Doug and could tell he was feeling the same thing. To hear his small voice singing, "I'll be by your side whenever you fall..... My hands are holding you.", my heart almost burst.

This is one 6 year old that loves the Lord. Through him I can see why Jesus says that we should be like children. Their hearts are so full of love just like our Savior!

Can you imagine the creator of the universe calls us His beloved! After all I've done, everywhere I've been, how far I've fallen, He loves me still, continually, as in never stopped loving me. I tell my sons that no matter what they do I will always love them, not always pleased, but ALWAYS loved. This seems to be the theme for this past week, I seem to keep running into this everywhere I go.

While writing this blog I was listening to some music and heard another song, go figure. This is everything I feel. How can a song so describe how you feel so deep inside that you thought no one but God could possibly understand.

Father, I know I have disappointed you more times than I can count. I know the only good thing about me is your Son, Jesus. Thank you for that, thank you for Him. Thank you for never letting me go, for continually loving me. Empty my hands, fill up my heart, capture me mind with you. Father, help me to never walk to far from you, I love you Lord. I need you Father. I never want to be without you. I want to feel you every second of everyday. I want to focus on you! Help me see you in everything I do, Help ask you before every step I take. Direct me, Father. I love you, JESUS! I LOVE YOU!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Grrr... You must be kidding me!

Ever have one of those moments when your like, "what the heck have we done ALL this for?" I'm having these moments. Totally frustrated, bummed out and yet proud and grateful too.

We've been living with Doug's parents to help out with his step-dad who has alzheimer's and although I deeply love them this arrangement is hard for many reasons. So, we've been trying to get a mortgage for our land and build or buy something. Nothing big mind you, a shack would be nice at this point.

Doug and I have worked really hard to get debt free. We took the Dave Ramsey course, our credit score is up 77 points, no cc debt, no car payments! PTL (praise the Lord) We made the decision that it was time to try before all my sanity was gone and I had to be hauled away in a white jacket to a padded room.

Mortgage lady called today. First,it wasn't who we've been talking to. Second, she was rude. At last but not least she said no. Apparently when it's good news the mortgage broker you talk to and deal with will call you, but if not you get the lady that has nothing better to do than be rude to you. She starts by telling me we are 13 points from having our loan. Then that we need to get a credit card to boost our credit score so that we can get the loan. Ummmm, HELLO, we just got out of debt! So I told her no we were not going to do that. She not so politely tells me "well, then, there is nothing we can do for you!"

GRRRR... I mean really, you must be kidding me. Nothing, nadda? Seriously?

It's it legal to live in a tent?

Who Am I?

Who am I? I'm Trish Davis. Daugther of Tom & Karen, older sister to Taren, Wife to Doug, Mom to Kaitlyn, Bryce, Tyler, Alex & Andy.

What makes me so special and worthy to read about. Absolutely nothing. I don't have any special powers except for maybe my crabby mommy powers. I'm not a writer or big thinker, so I'm not sure what compelled me to try this out. I wasn't even sure what to name this blog. I wanted whoami, whoaminow, or jackofalltrades but, those were taken so here I am with crabbymommypowers. Which I always want to miss type as Crappy Mommy Powers.

I'm married to an incredible man, Doug. Who despite all my issues puts up with and loves me. How he does it is beyond me. I'm so blessed to have him in my life.

I've had five of the most beautiful children, all of whom I adore and one whom I miss immensely. Kaitlyn died of SIDS in 1993. Praise the Lord my four, somewhat spoiled, boys are perfect. OK, not perfect but at least health wise they are pretty darn close!

My sister is just my favorite person and I love her dearly. She's amazing, I aspire to be her!

Me well I'm just me. There was a time in my life that I was so bored. I did nothing really. (unless you count a pity party or two.) I have a track record of not being able to finish things or losing interest pretty quickly. I never in a million years thought my life would turn out the way it has. You know, as your daydreaming about what your perfect little life will be like when you grow up. Who knew all the twists and turns my life would take. Now here I am wife, mom, pastor's secretary, co-children's pastor (with my hubby). Life is good and yet somehow like how did I get here? Wow this is crazy, I'm sure I'll wake up soon.

You see I was the wild child. Yep, I stayed grounded, in trouble, my parents were even encouraged to put me in a girl's home. So I guess it's no wonder why I sit back and think who am I now? Look how far I've come. My boys, often frustrated with the fact they can't get away with things, I try to tell them I have done it ALL! There is nothing you can think about doing that I haven't done already. (well maybe a few things, but I'm not telling them that.)

It's really strange how much a person can change over the years. I'm here to tell you now, had it not been for Jesus I would probably be dead. There is a song that says the only thing good about me is Jesus. SO TRUE! I know me and I can assure you that is the truth. I am not, on my own an exceedingly nice person. Hence the crabby mommy powers, I have suffered with depression probably my whole life, at least as long as I can remember. Even now it is a struggle, but somehow I (with a whole lot of help) seem to be making it through.

I realize how random that all was and probably sounded ridculous, but I guess it's a start. So many things I want to get out but for now that's it. What a journey my life has been so far. I'm still trying to figure out exactly who I am, but for now I guess I'm just me will have to do.