So after a rough morning of wondering if I was really ready to continue letting my natural hair color grow in, a new friend encouraged me by stating; we need to change the thinking of people who believe grey hair is for the old, and we can’t do that unless we start changing how we are thinking too.
I never realized how emotional this was going to be! I started coloring my hair at 21 because of the remarks I would get. It is unbelievable what strangers will say to people they don’t know. So I let others shame me into hiding who I was.
I thought I was past that. Apparently, I’m not. But I am older now, no…I am wiser.
I hide myself from no one. I strive to live an authentic life, a transparent one, which often means, a vulnerable one; but also a free one. It is incredibly freeing to see myself as a grown woman for the first time.
I am no longer a child. I no longer need to think as a child. I have been given a crown of Glory (Proverbs 16:31), and I will wear it for as long as God will let me.
Please help me to push him, when he needs to be pushed. Help me not to be afraid of how he will react when we butt heads. Help me to confront him, when he needs confronting.
Respect is such a fine line, help us find it.
I’m feeling scared. He’s been quiet. All day. I don’t know what he’s hearing in his head. I don’t know the incentive behind his seclusion.
I have to trust in you, Lord. Keep him safe. And make me available. Prepare my heart for what I need to do.
Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you for making life normal again. Thank you for letting us rest in the valley.
Things have become so relaxed now, I even forgot to talk to you yesterday about him. Not only relaxed, but playful. It’s times like these that I completely forget something could set my son off. This is the time when I give thanks for having this all be behind us.
And then I get upset with myself when everything explodes. But I do thank you Lord, for allowing me to see this side of my son. He’s so caring and respectful. He helps his brothers and he helps his sister. He even helps me! I don’t need to ask for him to do something, he just does. And when I do, he gets up and does it. It’s during this time that we build or repair our relationship.
I am grateful for him. Thank you for letting me be his mom.
It is quiet, now. The winds have died down. We drift, waiting for the storm to come again.
We try to fix the broken pieces the last storm destroyed. We act as if the storm will not come back, but in my heart I know it will.
In my heart, I have to know it will. As soon as I forget, I am blindsided by the next.
I walk heavier around him. I am taking off my kid’s gloves. He seems to be more stable.
I can breath, again.
Lord, thank you for the calmness. Please sit with us through it.
Dear Heavenly Father,
I cannot remember the last time I slept so soundly. I have been physically I’ll for weeks. I’ve been exhausted, not being able to shut my mind off. Constantly worrying about my son. Wondering if I’m doing everything I should, is there more?
And then, last night, I felt all of it was taken away from me. The last thing I remember, was texting my son, good night, I love you. I don’t remember falling asleep. I didn’t get up once to go to the bathroom. I don’t remember tossing and turning.
And then this morning, I woke to the softness of the light comforter but heavy sense of peace. Lord, I will trust you. Even if I don’t understand, I will trust you and let go of this fear that I have so strongly embraced, that it has been crushed and has now seeps into my pores.
I release it, knowing you have embraced my son so strongly that you seep into his soul. If I have to choose between the two, I chose you, every time.
Please continue to grow inside of us. Please help us both understand the transformation. Please help us understand each other.
I know that he is young, but please help him understand that I’m not doubting him, but myself. Help him understand that I am weak and I struggle too.
Thank you, for your rest. Thank you for your peace. Please hold your hand over me today as I try to push it off.
With all my love,