I Believe

It is confusing in these moments. With a gigantic work report looming, the complications of a messy potential house purchase weighing, the heartache of Ellie's separation anxiety pressing and the excitement and stress of Mark's new job at Year Up competing, it is hard to know what is what. Where to put my mental, physical and emotional energy? How to preserve my sleep, sanity and self? How to step up and lead where I am needed. How to give control and expectations over to God.

I was fortunate enough to get to go with my mom to a women's retreat that my church, Foundry UMC, sponsored this past weekend. It centered and restored me in so many ways. It was a gift. It reminded me of what I believe, of who I am. I am a resurrection person. I believe in rebirth and in potential. I know that with God all things are possible. This includes God and spirit manifested in other people. I believe that love is possible at every turn, even in the midst of data analysis...or business deals...or taking out the trash. It doesn't need to be as hard as I make it sometimes. We are all connected. We are all one. I believe. I believe.

A Poem for the Weary Hearted

It's been a rough last week...health wise, sleep wise, work wise. My 19 month daughter has quantum leaped into a new realm of teething and responding to everything with an emphatic 'NO!' The thoughtful work-life balance mantras and resolutions that I had carefully constructed over the holidays quickly came tumbling down (only 7 days into the new year;)

To tell you the truth, I was feeling a little beaten up by life this week. And then, three important things happened. First, I got to attend a new spirituality small group meeting and just sit and be within prayer and meditation. Next, I got to try out for the show The Voice, despite cosmic forces trying to hold me back. Third, i met myself at the bottom wrung of the ladder, wrestled with the angel, and realized that I know how to climb.

And so, I wrote a poem to remind myself. Life is a choice. Creation is a choice.

A Poem for the Weary Hearted by Elise Young

Through the rubble

Strewn with intentions

Covered in lessons learned

And growth feedback

Seaping with sins

I search for pieces

That I can tie together into shiny new colorful bracelets

Glue together with pruning hooks

Share and sell to the world as recycled gold

Show them that out of the wreckage has come something new

Do they not perceive it?

Even if it is messy

And sticks you with its pointy edges

And warps the way you see the world

It is creation

And therefore good