Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Slowing Down in Motherhood


The past few years I’ve begun to see a trend in social media concerning the amount of time it takes to train a child to (fill in the blank).  Individuals and companies are frequently introducing new ways to lessen the time it takes to potty train, to tie shoes, to read, or to…the list goes on and on.  While some of these ideas are legit, and seem to work for a few individuals, there are countless other individuals for whom these “new concepts” only bring about stress or feelings of failure.

For example, when we began to potty train our 2 year old, I was given a ton of advice about how to make it the best possible experience that would have her using the potty within a week (or even a day) without accidents.  I truly am thankful for the advice, however, as we began the process, I learned a few lessons along the way.

First, just because it worked for someone else does not mean it will work for you (or your child).  This is one of the blessings of being unique in the way we were created.  I quickly discovered that my little girl needed time.  She needed to learn to do it on her own, and she wasn’t necessarily going to respond well to the typical positive or negative reinforcement.  She has a unique mind that needed a potty training process that was unique to her.  Yes, we used a few of the techniques recommended, but ultimately it took us 6 months to potty train her fully.

Second, just because my little one took longer than the book, or society said was necessary, it did not make me a failure as a parent.  There were many days of frustration and feeling like a failure because of another accident or rebellion to even sit on the potty (yes i made her some days, even while she screamed at me).  And I remember going to bed at night wondering if the days of diapers and pull ups would ever end.  I remember dreading all the clean up that would come the next day and being jealous of the moms with miracle children that learned in a day.  But the truth was, for us, the process needed to be different and in the long run, it didn’t matter how fast, it mattered that she learned.  The timing expectations that I had placed on her were not only unrealistic, they were unnecessary.  And rather than give up, I began to pray, I let go of other’s expectations and opinions, and I committed to walk my child through the process because THAT is what makes me successful as a mom.

Lastly, I learned that what my child needs most is a compassionate, consistent, caring mother who will endure the difficult moments of parenthood in order to help her grow into the woman God created her to be.  I learned that this means different things on different days.  Some days it requires that a 2 minute timeout takes 30 minutes to implement because she needs to learn to respect and obey.  Sometimes it means rejoicing in the small victories in the process of achieving complete accomplishment.  Sometimes it means refusing to compare her to other children whether she achieves more or less than them. And other days it means giving her extra grace because that is what the Lord has given me.

It’s funny to look back now that my daughter has pretty much mastered potty training.  I really did think the days of cleaning it all up would never end.  The reality is, I have left that phase thankful for grace in the mistakes I made, but more thankful for the privilege of teaching her to overcome a small mountain on the journey of becoming who she was created to be. 

So my encouragement to moms out there…enjoy the moments of motherhood.  The good, the bad, and the ugly and commit to be a mom of compassion, consistency, and caring because your going to need it and so is your child.  When society or social media tells you to teach your child in a day or five minutes…rather than feel like a failure when it doesn’t happen, be thankful for the time that signifies how carefully and wonderfully made your child is. Slow down and enjoy the process of teaching your child…it’s an incredible privilege!

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Mourning Turned to Songs of Praise

Over the past month, I have enjoyed reading the daily thankful posts of many friends on Facebook.   With each one I have been encouraged to meditate on the things in my life I am thankful for, whether great or small.  The list is endless and could fill years and years of daily thankful posts.  This year, however, I give thanks for something that only recently has revealed it's deeper value.  This year I give thanks for salvation, but in a way that I have never understood before.  This year I give thanks for the salvation of a child who's only life here on earth was four months in my womb.  This year I give thanks that our baby is dancing to songs of praise at the foot of the Lord's throne!!

I remember walking out of the doctor's office that Friday in July with tears pouring from our eyes as Chris and I climbed in the car.  Never before had I experienced such a life-altering situation.  Life or death...those were the options for the little child growing inside me.  All the excitement portrayed in the phone calls and messages announcing we were pregnant a few months earlier was gone...only desperation was left.  Desperation and confusion.  The truth is we really had no clue what the very near future held.

I didn't understand and I had no control, but as the doctor said, "only time would tell."  Only time would tell whether this baby was alive and would have the chance to share in our lives, or whether this was the end. My mind raced in hundreds of directions.  There were glimpses of all the things I would miss out on, pleas for healing and mercy, and questions I have never faced before.  How am I supposed to pray?  Do I pray for God's will, and what if that means death?  Did I cause this? How do I live by faith in these moments and the moments ahead?  When will I know?

7.13...a day that changed my life forever.  I woke up feeling as though the events of the day before had been a terrible nightmare, yet reminding myself this was the reality in which I was living.  It was time to get up and face the unknown, and I had to choose to hold onto hope that seemed to be fleeting away.  No matter how alone, afraid, and helpless Chris and I felt, God promises to never forsake us, so we held onto HOPE.

That morning I prayed the hardest prayer I've ever prayed.  Lord, with all my heart, I believe that you are sovereign and powerful.  You alone can do anything.  You are the giver of life and the one who takes it away.  Lord, I desperately want you to heal this baby inside me, to give it life and I know you can! But Lord, if you are calling this baby home to be with you, I trust you.  It is not my choice, but yours.  I trust you.

How could I even pray a prayer like this?  Was I just giving up?  With all my heart I believe that it was the opportunity to put my faith in the One who was able to do more than I could ask, to believe His promise that He wants the best for us.  It doesn't mean it is always going to be easy, or the answer I want, but it is His best.  As much as we wanted the baby to live, God knew exactly what life here on earth would be like for our child, and I believe His choice protected, loved, and saved the baby.

I remember sitting on the couch crying as I listened to countless songs that spoke of God walking with us through the trials of life.  One that specifically stood out reminded me..."I will walk by faith, even when I cannot see...because this broken road prepares Your will for me."  Our answer came only a few hours later and the breaking of my heart seemed like more than I could ever bear.  But it was in those moments of sorrow that God drew near and held me in His loving arms full of peace. And in the days and months following, God is healing my heart and giving me reasons to rejoice again!  Losing a child, even one so young is a pain greater than I have ever experienced. But today I rejoice as I hold Moriah, our daughter, tightly and see the beauty of her joy. I rejoice as I see the depth of the love Christ has given Chris and I as we face, so far, the hardest moment of our marriage. I rejoice because in Him there is salvation!

God has taught me over the years how valuable is my salvation, but not until we lost a child was I able to grasp the depth of His love and mercy toward us.  It is only because of Christ, giving His life, that our child can experience eternal life in God's presence.  Only because of Christ can I truly say that in our mourning there is HOPE! And now as I sing songs of praise to our Lord because of His great love for us, I will always picture our little one dancing at the foot of His throne.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Fighting Fear

A few Sundays ago, Chris talked about being completely surrendered to Christ in such a way that you allow Him to live through you rather than trying to make it on your own.  I've experienced this in many ways, but one area I must surrender often is fear.

I remember as a young girl praying in my bed at night asking Jesus to take away my dreams and keep me from being afraid.  Back then, it was simple!  With faith like a child, I had no doubt in my mind that God could do it and that He would!  I am amazed how God's Words spoken to us are spoken because He know us so well.  He encourages us to have faith like a child because He knows the complexities and distractions this world offers.  He knows that the more harm corruption and sin bring to our lives,  the more difficult it is to hold onto the simple hope and faith we once had.

Why should I not fear when I know the darkness of the world?  Why should I not cut myself off and protect all I love from that darkness?  The reason is clear, God DID NOT create me to fear...and when I live in fear I limit the possibilities and desires of God in my life.

Phil 4:6-7 says, "Do not be anxious about anything, but by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God, and the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your heart and mind in Christ Jesus."  I know, we've heard this verse countless times, but the reality is, it's TRUE!  God doesn't want us to fear because He has amazing things in store, so he provides a peace that is greater than our circumstances.  It is the kind of peace that means we don't have to explain it all, we don't have to have the answers, we don't even have to have control of the situation.  It is peace that allows us to acknowledge the facts and move on trusting that the God who created us has our best in mind.  And the reality is, we do such a terrible job of guarding our hearts and minds, it is wonderful to know someone else is fighting for their protection!  What an awesome gift - that the Creator of the universe cares so much about us that He protects our hearts and minds.

So fear is my fight, a natural action of my flesh that is opposed to the plans and purposes God has for me.  Fear is what I must deny, even daily, in order to pick up my cross and follow Jesus.  But how?

Talking about it is the simple, easy part!  Applying the concepts, and joining the Lord in the fight for the protection of my heart and mind is difficult!  But the answer is in the verse...prayer, not just flippant words, but deep meditation and memorization, which leads to belief and lifestyle.  When I pray asking God to remove my fears and give me victory over them, do I actually believe I can just let go?  Or do I start playing the "what if" game over in my head until I've reached the pit of despair (yes, I love the Princess Bride!).  What is my response when fears arise, and are those fears legit?  Like I said earlier, it is a daily process, a choice to evaluate the things in my life I fear and trust the Lord to give me victory over them when they arise.  It is a conscious effort to meditate on the verses I have memorized and believe they are, not only TRUE, but they are God's BEST for my life.  I have found that rejecting fear is freeing, and allows me to pursue the adventures God has for my life with deeper faith than ever before.  So I will do it, I will fight fear daily and rely on Scripture as my weapon, and trust God as my foundation on which to stand.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

First Love

Today is Valentine's Day, and while scrolling through my Facebook posts, it's interesting to see the different statements, attitudes, and views concerning this day of LOVE.  It's funny how through the journey of life, one's perspective can change drastically.  As young children it is a special day because we get to enjoy parties at school (candy is the highlight) and share sweet, innocent cards with our friends.  A few years later, we get excited that we might receive a valentine note from a secret admirer and the flutters in our tummies go wild.  Normally, by high school, most get to share Valentine's Day with a special someone...flowers, balloons, cards, chocolates are vastly spread across campus.  College is much the same as high school, except the Valentines are more serious, and sometimes even include a marriage proposal.

For me, it was a little different, because my first real Valentine's came after Chris and I were engaged.  Don't get me wrong, I have loved every Valentines I have spent with him as he has made me feel cherished, loved, blessed!  Additionally, my Dad and Mom always made the day special, from homemade heart shaped cookies to special nights of dinner and movies.  On Valentine's Day in my past, I have never doubted that I am loved by someone.

However, as I think back on today, the one Valentine's that I will always remember was my freshman year in college.  Not because I went on a special date, or because I had someone special in my life, but because of the sweet, kind gift of a friend, who encouraged me to realize that every Valentine's Day of my life, I have been loved by my FIRST LOVE!  In college, receiving mail was always a joy, and on that day about 11 years ago, I went to my mail box and inside found a package with a letter.  Inside the package was a book by my favorite author and a note that reminded me on a day of LOVE, that God loved me first and it was Him who remembered me, Him who loved me most, Him who considered me worthy of LOVE!  In all the moments of loneliness, jealousy, questioning, even days other than February 14, He held me near to His heart and His love was unconditional.  Chris is the love of my life, but God will always and forever be my FIRST LOVE!  To this day I still don't know who the friend was, but I am thankful for the memory, the gift, the reminder...

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Making Miles that Matter

Letting go...these two simple words describe past eight months of our journey.  There are a lot of other words I could use such as crazy, bittersweet, busy, challenging, faith-based.  But, the reality is, looking back, it really has been a journey of faith and surrender.

In February, Chris and I received a phone call from a guy named Jon Oakley.  I had heard Chris mention him and his wife, Priscilla before, but really wasn't sure why he'd be calling Chris in Texas, since he lived in Tennessee.  He called to ask Chris to become the next campus pastor of a church in Chris's hometown.  Wow!!!  I remember praying

I look back at my years in Texas with great JOY!  Not only was God preparing me for the journey ahead, but He was also using me to teach, to share Christ, and as a friend recently shared, "to show her the way to LIFE!"  As we said our goodbyes at Southcliff, I remember thinking, "I'm glad it's hard to leave."  I'm sure you're thinking, ummm....you're weird, why would you say you're glad?  It gives me joy to be affirmed that God used us to invest deeply in the lives of students and families, challenging them to walk with Jesus!  Joy to realize that the tears came from a deep love and care for the ones we were asked to let go!  Joy to know that we made miles that mattered!!

So after many weeks of prayer, seeking wise council, and considering God's direction, we knew God asked us to move.  MOVE...such a simple word, yet one that brings HUGE change.  I remember sitting in a service with Chris listening to a sermon on God's kingdom at a church plant in Fort Worth.  The pastor explained God's kingdom sometimes is about small things, or about investing in specific people, but also, like selling everything to buy the pearl, sometimes God asks us to do CRAZY things!  CRAZY...in our life was defined as having a baby, quitting our jobs, leaving those we loved, packing and driving 16 hours with a one month old, living in Chris' old bedroom for an undetermined time, looking for a house, starting a new job, and planting a church!  Crazy was definitely the word, but God had asked us for obedience and to love Him MOST...so we did.

The best part of it all is that in the craziness, God was consistently by our side, providing in ways we never could have imagined.  When a baby sleeps the entire trip in the car and at the hotel all night for two days straight, you know without a doubt that prayers have been answered.  God has filled our lives with new people to love, who care for Moriah and desire to see her know Jesus.  God has given us a wonderful home, a precious gift from him, that we are excited to use to share life with others!  Obedience is not always easy, in fact many times it's about letting go of things or people you love, but I am amazed at the way God has blessed after our choice to obey.

It has been an exciting journey with many challenges and adventures that require a deeper dependence on the Lord than I've ever needed before.  In the book, Just Walk Across the Room, Bill Hybels, explains it like this, "Jesus knew the heart of the Father so intimately that even when facing death he could not let go of his preoccupation with people.  As he inhaled his last breath, his heart still beat for people." God has given us the opportunity to invest in people who need Jesus.  A chance to share what God has done in our own lives and teach others how to share the same.  Yes, it has been a crazy journey, but more than anything these miles matter!!!

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Moriah's Arrival

It's funny how movies tend to influence one's idea of how something should happen.  In this case, particularly Father of the Bride II.  Anyone who has seen this movie knows that right after giving birth to a child, there is that special moment of holding the baby in your arms, completely enthralled by the beautiful and precious miracle that has just occurred.  Additionally, only comedies have situations where the father takes sleeping pills just before the mother goes into labor...NOT SO!

As I said in the last post, my due date came and went and everything remained the same, just waiting.  So, I decided to prepare for my mom's arrival.  Because I was nine months pregnant, Heidi graciously offered to pick mom up from the airport and bring her to Fort Worth.  She arrived at my house about 7pm and the three of us girls headed to dinner at Mimi's Cafe.  We enjoyed catching up and after headed to my favorite frozen yogurt place in Fort Worth.  On the drive home (yes I was still able to fit behind the wheel), I began to feel like I had to go to the bathroom, but I had just gone at the yogurt shop.  Hmmm...all the books said only 15% of women have their water break, this must just be pee.  We headed inside and Chris was home from work.  While he, mom and Heidi caught up, I went into the other room, realizing my shorts were getting wetter by the minute.  As I went back to tell everyone I thought my water broke, I heard Chris tell mom he had just taken a sleeping pill because he had class at 7am the next morning and really wanted a good nights rest.  HAHA...guess what, "I think my water broke."  We headed to the hospital about at 9:30, and I was going to be very disappointed if this was not the real thing.  Although the drive to the hospital was not as eventful as Steve Martin's, we arrived and the process began.

I don't think all the childbirth classes in the world could have prepared me for what happened next, but I am thankful for a Savior who gives peace beyond our understanding that is able to calm hearts and minds.  When I arrived at the hospital, my temperature was up and I was not progressing at all.  The Dr. on call was my friend's doctor, which definitely gave me some peace.  She explained they would induce me and give me an antibiotic and see how I progressed.  Contractions came hard and quickly, and both mom and Chris stayed by my side.  After an epidural, Chris (Mr. Sleepy Head) and I both tried to get some rest.  My body progressed quickly after that, and by 8:30am I began to push (right after my doctor, Dr. Robbins came on shift)!  The next hour and a half were pretty intense, and to make a long story short, when Moriah came out rather than the special moment I envisioned, Moriah was quickly wisked away to the NICU.

The whole thing felt like a whirlwind of craziness and being a little anemic didn't help...truthfully I didn't understand what was happening, but unlike my normal reaction of panic, a sense of peace and trust filled my heart.  In fact, Chris was the one who seemed ready to jump someone to get our baby back. I remember nothing of the conversation when Moriah's doctor informed me of the situation, yet able to trust a complete stranger to provide the care my daughter needed that I could not give her.  The next thing I remember was waking up from a nap realizing my fever finally broke.

We were moved upstairs to another room, and again my expectation was to have Moriah in my arms, but that did not come.  Due to my fever, I was not allowed to visit Moriah until 24 hours later.  Heartbreak!!!  This was not the perfectly imagined delivery I had expected and so, the first time I saw my daughter's face was on the screen of our digital camera.  God, again, came to my rescue and filled my heart with joy knowing that she was here, alive, breathing, and the one of the healthiest babies in the NICU.  When Chris described his first visit to the NICU a few hours after delivery, I could not wait for my own.  At 10:30am the next morning, I hobbled down to the NICU and got to hold our baby girl for the first time.  Tears flooded my eyes as I quietly thanked the Lord for giving us such a precious and beautiful gift!

As the day progressed, we finally received more details on Moriah's condition, learning that after all the tests they had run to make sure she was ok, the main concern was the abnormal roller coaster of her blood sugar.  One of the funniest moments was walking into the NICU and seeing a flower on the top of her head.  "Oh, how cute," I thought, "they gave her a little bow."  Just kidding, the nurse actually decorated the IV line they had to place in her head.  Thankfully I saw it first with my mom and got to warn Chris before he headed down after us.  After only four days in the NICU, and amazing care from the hospital staff, Chris and I were able to take Moriah home!!!

A few things

God is good and answers prayer.  It meant so much to my mom to be there for the birth...and I went into labor only 2 1/2 hours after she arrived!
God meets needs.  I had the best OBGYN ever who understood my needs, and continually encouraged and cared about us throughout this pregnancy!
God's timing is perfect.  One of our nurses, Kathy, provided the perfect words to encourage us and help us trust the Lord at our moment of brokenness!

The Miller Three

Grandma T and the flower IV

So Little!!

Going Home from the Hospital
The journey has begun and we love being a family of three!  Moriah has brought so much joy to our lives and has taught us to depend on the Lord in the midst of chaos!  With all the complications in the delivery, God protected Moriah and she is our beautiful, healthy, lively baby girl.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

The Waiting Game

Well, it's about time I caught everyone up on life in the Miller family...we have definitely covered a lot of miles since my last post!!!  Because there's so much involved, I'll begin this post with the rest of my pregnancy.
   After Christmas, everything progressed soooo quickly!  We loved being able to share the name and gender with everyone and now it was time to prepare.  Life was in full swing as Chris was taking 12 hours of classes and working two jobs, and I was working part-time and enjoying the rest, while waiting for Moriah to arrive.  Movies, naps, and baby shopping quickly became the norm for me and of course, my weekly stop at McDonald's to get a hot fudge Sundae!! (Delicious, especially with extra fudge) Chris being the loving husband he is made many of these stops on his way home from Morningside...what a man!!!
   Around the end of January, Chris and I began talking about what the future looked like, knowing he had another semester of school left, I would probably have to get a job where I could take Moriah with me.  There were a lot of unknowns, but God revealed that when we got a phone call at the end of February from one of Chris' friends from Johnson City.  (This is a way longer story...details in another post).
   God continually amazed us during the pregnancy through the generosity of others.  We were given a few baby showers and literally showered with so many amazing gifts, cards, words of wisdom and encouragement!  So thankful to everyone who provided so much for our little girl.  It is incredible to be on the receiving end when God uses the body of Christ to bless and meet needs!
   The days kept getting shorter and my belly kept getting bigger...and in March a sneeze drove me into panic mode because I truly thought my water broke!  Thankfully, it was not, but like they say, the nesting instinct kicked in and that night I had my bag packed for the hospital.  During the weeks to come, Chris and I did a lot to keep busy and everyone was getting more and more excited.  My mom was even asking everyone to pray that Moriah would not come until she got to Texas (2 days after her due date).
  One of the most enjoyable trips was a visit to Mark and Julie's in Round Rock to see Alan and Brian!  We stayed for a long weekend and had a blast talking, playing games, and eating real Texas BBQ!!  Delicious, and Alan considered getting a to-go order to take with him on the plane!
   With the child birth class finished and the arrival of April, the anticipation increased.  Chris and I decided to make the most of our time together, making sure to eat out at our favorite places and spend time outside before the Texas heat came back.  I took my maternity leave a week before my due date (April 17th) and really enjoyed a few more days off.  My due date came and went and for more details...

you'll have to read the next blog!! =)

In October with Claudia Busse...barely showing


February

March
BBQ

Easter Sunday