Howdy Y'all (part 2)

“Blessed is she who believed the Lord would fulfill His promises to her!”
Luke 1:45

 

I eat lunch here everyday... for now. 

Hi Y’all!

This is LONG overdue and I apologize for failing at being a good blogger.

Trust me, you’ll be alright.

For the 4 people that still read this- thank you for your undying loyalty, or at the very least, your ignorance on how to unsubscribe.

I finally feel like I can confidently say, I’m starting to establish a life here.  I have a good job, a great little townhouse (which are UBER popular up here!), a sassy new car, my dogs are happy and content, and I’m slowly starting to make friends.

I also, do not cry every single day like I did before, although, I will say that this whole change in my life, has softened me.

I’m dating now!! J  I know the world was wondering if I became a monk- I did not, nor did I ever make the conscious decision to stop dating.  Men just stopped asking me out for whatever reason.  I’m not going to go into details, but he’s a super great guy and I’m excited to see where God takes this.

So, some funny things I’ve noticed up here…

·        I’m worried that if I hear the question, ‘So will this be your first winter?  Probably your first time to ever see snow or cooler temps… Man- that's going to be a shock to your system!  I can't wait to see how you handle it!’ I might be on the news.
Yes, this is my first winter, no, it’s not my first time to ever see snow, nor is it my first time to ever see a lot of snow.  The people are so highly amused by the fact that I’ve never experience subzero temperatures- I’m also pretty sure there’s a pool going on at work at what point I’ll just pack up and move back to Texas.
I’m also pretty sure, they think it’s a thousand degrees in Texas year-round.
Everyone is just hoping I’ll fail at winter here.

·        Oh Lordy, my accent!!! This brings hours of amusement to my coworkers and just about anybody that I have to talk to around here. 
There’s a little grocery store right next to my house that I go in all the time, as I was checking out the other day this cashier said, ‘OH! You’re that lady from Texas!! We were talking about you the other day.  We just love your accent and your hair.’
My coworkers now send me emails with the subject line: “Y’all” or “Fixin’ To”.
I get told on a really regular basis that I have a sweet accent and yes, people still keep me talking just so they can hear it.
I’m not kidding.
FYI- Yankees talk FAST and then get annoyed when you don’t understand them.  If you want to sound like a dumb hick, just spend a whole day trying to communicate with yankees.
So far, I’ve been asked if I was from Tennessee, Kentucky, and another country.  Bless her heart…

·        I’m also fairly confident I won’t lose my accent- I mean, have you heard me talk?

·        Catholics and Lutherans have taken over the Midwest- not hardly a Baptist to be found, let alone a Bapticostal. ;)

·        If you ain’t passive aggressive, you ain’t from Minnesota

·        Texans just ‘think’ we love our football

·        Everyone here drinks.  It’s practically a religion up here

·        I was with some folks last night where in about 20 minutes, we talked about how Bob’s Bar closed down in some little town I’d never heard of, THE Llama Races and Drunk Fest, and how the baby llama races are really just Alpacas, but no one’s supposed to notice.

·        Yes, I live in Wisconsin and work in Saint Paul- it’s like Gainesville and Ardmore, people- not opposites sides of the country.

·        I live nowhere near Green Bay.

·        I should’ve paid a lot more attention in Geography class.

·        Every town up here is not pronounced the way it’s spelled with the exception of River Falls and Saint Paul.  My boss finds great pleasure in having me pronounce last names and town names

·        Yankees are really socially awkward towards new-comers and by socially awkward, I mean, they pretend you’re not there.

·        I have never seen leaves turn they way they do up here for fall.  Absolutely breath-taking…

Things are actually pretty good here.  I’ve found a church and they’re going to love me whether they like it or not.
I’m starting to get more involved with the Tres Dias community up here and that’s opening doors for me to meet people and minister.

We’ve had a couple of days where we’ve had some snow flurries and I’ll be honest- I love it, even if I still have to work.

I don't know that my walk with God has ever been this deep- He's been a Father to me for a long time, but now, I see Him as friend.

I can see the good that God has promised me starting to come to fruition and I’m so grateful.
I miss home- and Texas will always be home for me.

That being said, I’d like to address something:
Me being here was not my decision.  I made the decision to obey God and do whatever He asks of me, and go wherever He says go- therefore, it is HIS will that I am up here.
Moving up here has been one of the biggest challenges of my life- the biggest step of faith I’ve ever taken and it’s been a struggle.  God never said that if I’d move, He’d make it easy- He just promised it would be for my good.

Lately, I’ve had people with good intentions, make comments that I need to move back home.
I know their heart is good but when I'm really struggling and when I’m discouraged, those comments are hurtful.  Christians need to support their brothers and sisters when they’re being obedient to what God has called them to- even when they don’t understand it.

This has been a struggle for some of my people back home.  In some cases, I’m being ‘punished’ emotionally because I’m not doing what they think I should be doing.  All I can say to that is, you’re just going to have to take that up with the Lord.

If you can’t support me, then please, just be silent.  It’s hard enough to walk this road of obedience and hear what God wants me to hear without all the negativity.
I miss Texas and I miss my friends and family but I know I’m right where God wants me to be.
I have no idea what the future holds, but I know Who holds it and He has yet to let me down.
I love y’all and I appreciate the prayers and all the encouragement and I promise to start writing more.
I’m coming out of this season of grieving and finding my voice again and it feels good.
Y’all get ready!
Now, who’s going to set up a GoFundMe page to send some BlueBell up here to the frozen tundra?!

Be blessed!!

~Pamela

I can be reached at Pamela@ACreativeWord.com

www.ACreativeWord.com

Blue Bell pic can be found here.

Howdy Y'all! (part 1)

“For I am about to do something new.

See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?

I will make a pathway through the wilderness.

I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.”

Isaiah 43:19

Well- I did not fall off the planet.  

I mean, sometimes, it feels like I did, but alas, my faithful 4 followers- I did not disappear completely.
Turns out, I was right- they do have The Facebook up here, they use The Internets, and they do have cell phone coverage.

Where do I begin??

First off, the bed & breakfast thing did not happen, just wasn’t God’s timing- however, that was not the purpose for why I was coming here- I came here simply because God called me to minister to the people here.

The treacherous drive up here was soul-changing. 

It took me and the dogs 2 days to get here.  I was pulling an extremely full U-Haul trailer with an exceptionally full truck.  Twenty (yes, 20) hours of driving and 3 pukey stops (poor Chester) and a constantly peeing mommy (I have fantastic kidneys!) – we made it.

Before the vomiting ensued...

During that drive I experienced every emotion possible.  I was in awe of how beautiful this country is – shocked and irritated at how extremely WIDE Oklahoma is, and just how long the non-tollway highway in Kansas is.  (FYI- there is NOWHERE to stop and pee in Kansas.  No. Where.  Not even a bush.  Seriously, y’all; take the tollway, it’s worth the ten bucks.)
I was angry at the important people in my life that just couldn't accept that I had to be obedient to God's call, sorrowful for the best friends I was leaving behind, excited for a new start, and terrified for too many things to name here.

When I first got here, we lived in Rice Lake, Wisconsin- by ‘we’, I mean, Lisa and Charles Jett.  They have been gracious enough to take me in and help me get on my feet.

I was there for 3 weeks – Charles and Lisa had purchased a home about 2 hours away in River Falls so I stayed in their awesome RV until we moved (again).

Secluded, homey, and so relaxing - except for the bears.

The night before we were to move to River Falls, tragedy struck.  I was loading my truck, for the move – getting all my junk out of the RV, when I missed the bottom step and broke my ankle and foot in 2 places.

Could not have happened at a worse time.

I went from being a fully functioning adult to someone who wasn’t able to go to the bathroom by myself.

For. Real. Y’all.

Talk about being taken down a notch or 10.  I will never be able to thank Charles and Lisa enough for how graciously they helped me.  They had to help me do everything all while moving (them and me) to a new place.  They took care of Daisy and Chester, took me to doctor’s appointments, helped me get around, fed me, entertained me… and loved and prayed for me.

Because of my injury, I was in bed a lot- less mobile than usual.  I wasn’t really supposed to get up and do much so I had a lot of time to think.
This was my hardest time- besides, Charles and Lisa, I had no one.  I had no job, no church, no friends, no people at all.  I could feel myself going down emotionally.  This is when I really started the grieving process… I was mourning the life I had in Texas.

When I first moved here, it felt like I was on a perpetual vacation – that wore off pretty quickly.  

About 2 weeks before my final doctor’s appointment, I began job-hunting.  I got an interview for a company in St. Paul.

The interview itself was really interesting- it was less about my actual skills (my resume speaks for itself, I guess) and more about what my purpose up here was.  I was sort of grilled about my ministry views and I began to realize that this wasn’t so much about a job, it was more about what I was really doing up here.  I know from an employer’s point of view, they were concerned about me getting homesick and leaving, but I know from a spiritual point of view, I was in some unknown territory.  It was good though- it really helped me define what I was doing here.  Bringing people to freedom in Christ.

Shockingly enough, they offered me the job and I started there on July 1st, got my walking boot off on July 2nd, and moved into my new townhouse July 3rd.  Whew!  Talk about going from sitting in my bedroom catching up on Gilligan’s Island to being a grown up in a matter of a couple of days! 

For those of you that actually know geography (I do not so no judgement here), I live in Wisconsin and work in Minnesota- it’s only about 40 minutes from where I live.

Let me state something here… Dallas drivers are nothing compared to Minnesota drivers.   

Oh. My. Cow.  Welcome to the Passive/Aggressive capital of the Universe.  I got cut-off by a cop!!  These people don’t wave, don’t use blinkers, don’t even give you the finger, they just cut you off and assume you’ll move out of the way. 
I also went from driving 4 minutes to work one way, to over an hour (some days) one way – white-knuckling it all the way to work.  J
Needless to say, this has been an adjustment.

So far, since I moved here in May, I’ve been back to Texas twice- both were short trips for ministry purposes and I’m about to come back in October for a couple of days to serve at Tres Dias.

You can take the girl out of Texas, but you'll
never take the Texas out of this girl!

I’m pretty positive this will be my last trip to Texas for a while.  It’s expensive and I have to board my dogs while I’m gone – which can get super pricey in a hurry.

I miss Texas.  So much.  I miss my life there- my job, my house, my friends, my family and it’s been so much more difficult than I could have ever imagined.

I feel like I’ve been in this constant state of grieving since I moved here.  I realized that part of my problem is that so far, I’ve been living here but still trying to maintain a life in Texas.  The problem with that is, I don’t live in Texas, I live here.
I must create a life here.  Until I manage to do that, it’s just going to be hard.

That is also part of the purpose of waiting so long to come back to visit – I need some distance.  I keep finding myself counting down the days until I get to go back home and that is no way to be present here. 

This has to become my new home.  To be quite honest, that’s been a painful revelation.
I had a great life in Texas but I have to be obedient to what God is calling me to- right now, that’s up here.  I have no idea what the future holds, and I have no idea where it might take me but I do know that I have to trust Him.

I don’t fully understand what I’m doing up here, and some days, I really question why I’m here and He always reassures me that He’s got it all under control.
Starting a new life somewhere else might seem exciting, it might seem like a great new adventure, but what most outsiders fail to see, is that it comes at a cost.  At least for me.

I’ve sacrificed a career that I loved, I’ve lost some friendships, I’ve sacrificed some potential romantic relationships, and I’ve even lost a relationship with an important family member because she just wouldn’t accept my decision to move.
Some may even be shocked to learn that this has made me softer- more emotional than I think I’ve ever been (or maybe it’s the hormones?! Lol).  There hasn’t been one day since I left that I haven’t cried at some point or another. (I’m now that lady at the airport that cries at check-in, you’re welcome) Sometimes it’s sad, sometimes, I’m just dealing with my life.
This has changed me- I hope for the better, but being brought to a place of humility like I have, has taught me so many things about myself. 
Not the least of which is this: it’s not about me, it’s about Him, and it’s about what He wants.
I want His best for me and if this is what it takes to get to it, then so be it.

And don't even get me started on how they talk up here......

More to come… 

Be blessed, y’all!

~Pamela

I can be contacted at: Pamela@ACreativeWord.com
Visit our website at: www.ACreativeWord.com

Purging...

Purging…

Wow.

It’s getting more and more real with each passing day.  I’ve reached the stage in my move where I have to actually start doing stuff.  I’m cleaning out closets, the garage, rooms, and I’m wondering, ‘how in the world did I accumulate so much JUNK?!’

I mean, seriously- this is just sad.  No ONE person needs this much crap.

Today, I’ve actually started packing.  Well, if I’m being totally honest, I’M not packing, my mom offered her help so she’s doing it while I’m at work.

I’m starting to disconnect services, I’ve turned in my resignation at work, and I’m starting to let doctors’ offices, etc. know my forwarding address.

Meanwhile, I’ve started cleaning out the garage- which up until now, has been full of what I affectionately refer to as, mystery boxes.  You know the boxes that you never unpack, you just keep moving them from place to place?  Yeah, I have about 8 of them.

In the process of purging, I’ve come across a plethora of stuff from my marriage.  I’ve been divorced almost as long as I was married.  This means that there are tons of financial documents that are over 10 years old that need to be shredded.

As you might imagine, this has stirred up some emotions.  It has also brought to mind, areas where I still need to exercise forgiveness and finally let go of some grief.  I’ve run across countless pictures and cards, and just sentimental mementos from my past.  I even ran across a box of the silk flowers used in my wedding.
I won’t even try to pretend like that wasn’t hard to come across.
I spent the better part of that afternoon sobbing in the garage as I once again, mourned over the death of my marriage.

Seven years.  You’d think in all that time, all of that pain, the grief, and the heart wounds would be all healed.  They obviously weren't.

One of the greatest lies in the history of mankind:

TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS.

Huge lie.  In fact, if you think about it, time causes wounds to become infected and fester and can even lead to death if they are not treated properly enough to heal.

Time does not in fact, heal anything.  God is the ONLY One who can heal your heart wounds. 

Ever meet those people who have been divorced for decades and still talk about their ex like it just happened yesterday?  What about those who lost a loved one 40 years ago and still talk about them like they just saw them yesterday?
Yeah, they’re not healed.  Time won’t fix that, but God can.

We must let Him.

So, on that Sunday afternoon, I stood in my garage, and sobbed over the remnants of my broken marriage, the loss of my children, and the destruction that was born from our divorce.  I made a pile out of the papers that needed to be shredded and started sending out texts to different crafty people to see if anyone could use my flowers.

I also sent out a couple of texts to my people telling them I needed some healing for my broken heart.

Then, I brought my brokenness to the Lord.  I sobbed, I snotted, and I asked for answers.

“Why did my marriage have to be the one that failed?”
“Why did our dreams have to fall to dust?”
“Why is he allowed to move on and find love and make another marriage work, while it feels like he put no effort into ours?”
“Why does HE get to be happy with a companion and I’m here all alone?”

I would love to say that God answered all my questions with the perfect answers that put my heart at ease, but that’s not what happened.
Instead, He let sob, He let me ask, and He let me pour my heart out for as long as I needed to.

Then He showed me something – I had believed a lie.
I believed that my marriage to John was my only shot at having a good life with someone.

I had to realize that the truth is, God has someone out there who was made just for me.  He was going to take the pain and destruction and make it into something beautiful that glorified Him.
I had to let God heal my heart.
I have to trust in His promises to me.

It has been so evident that He is closing the door to this chapter in my life and opening a whole room of possibility for me in Wisconsin.

I honestly don’t know what will happen there – I don’t know who I will meet there – and I most certainly do not know what God’s plan is.  I do know that it is good and it is HIS best for me.

I go through a roller-coaster of emotions on a daily basis right now because this is all so overwhelming; but the one that is becoming more and more evident- EXCITEMENT!! I cannot wait to really start this adventure!

My last day at work is the 24^th and I leave town on the 30^th.  I’ll be breaking the trip up into 2 days because it’s just too far to make in one day pulling a trailer.

I will be posting to my blog much more regularly and keeping all my people updated that way.
Yes, I will be keeping The Facebook and my phone number for those that have it.  For those that buy from me, I will still be doing Scentsy- it will just be shipped to your house now instead of mine.

Your prayers and encouragement are more appreciated that you’ll ever know.  I have been overwhelmed by the amount of love that has been shown to me over the last couple of weeks.  I will always be a Texas girl (I will NOT be a Cheese-head) and I am actually looking forward to experiencing a Wisconsin winter (seriously, have you seen me sweat? It’s not pretty and definitely not sexy).

I seriously have the BEST people in the world and I am excited to be expanding my territory because I KNOW that Wisconsin needs more TEXAS goodness.  I mean, after all, God blessed Texas.

Be blessed y’all!
Pamela

I can be reached at:

Email: BeautifulChaos2010@hotmail.com

Website:www.ACreativeWord.com

Didn't See This Coming!!

“For I am about to do something new.

See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?”

Isaiah 43:19

“He lets me rest in green meadows;

he leads me beside peaceful streams.”

Psalm 23:2

Today- I am trusting God with what I do not see, what my mind cannot comprehend, and what my heart knows is right.

God is calling me to something higher and once again, into unknown territory.

My absolute heart’s desire:

I want what God wants, no matter what it looks like; because I know that what He wants for me is far better than anything I could ever want for myself.

A couple of months ago, God began speaking to me about how a drastic change was coming to my life.  I won’t pretend like this is not a struggle for me because it is.  God is starting to put into motion this great change and at times it’s both exciting and nerve-racking. 

I am moving to Rice Lake, Wisconsin at the end of this month.

Uh- who moves there on purpose?! I do, apparently.

God is calling me there- I have some friends there that some of you know, Lisa and Charles, and I am going there to be mentored by Lisa and be a ministry partner with her and Charles.

I trust God with my whole heart- I know He is for me and He has only good things for me.

I find myself trying to plan out every little detail – which is both a strength and a hindrance.  God gave me the gift of being able to plan to the last detail, this has served me well in most areas, however, when it comes to recklessly trusting God, it creates anxiety.  Anxiety is not from God, worry is not from God, and fear most definitely is not from God.  I will say this, I am excited and terrified all at the same time, however, I am NOT fearful.  In fact, just the opposite, I have a huge joy and peace about what God is doing.

About the time I have a good plan laid down, the circumstances change (the calling does not) and I’m once again placed in a position where I have to blindly trust God.  I have to go back and re-read all the things that God has spoken to me, to reassure myself that I’m exactly where God wants me and I’m heading in the direction that He has ordained for me.

I may not be able to see all the little details and I may not even understand why circumstances are the way they are or how it will work out, but I do know this: the God of the universe has my back.  He has the Master plan.  He has called me to be obedient and I’m doing that.  Others may not get it, others may not understand, heck, I don’t understand at this point, but I trust Him and I’m listening to what He’s telling me to do.  I am overwhelmed at the amazing support I’ve received from my friends/family/and colleagues.  I am so excited to be starting this new adventure and I’m even more excited to see what God is doing.

April 7^th, 2015 will be one year since my whole world changed.  I had a life-changing brain surgery that would sufficiently end the pain I had been enduring for so many years.  I had no idea how much freedom would take place when I stepped into that promise.  God had promised to heal me if I would trust Him enough to have brain surgery. 

This past November, I had a radical/complete hysterectomy to end my battle with Endometriosis.  Again, a life-changing surgery that brought with it great freedom from pain.

It has been prophesied over me that this year would be a year of ministry and fulfilled promises- I receive that and am gladly stepping into the next chapter of my life.

While I will miss my friends and family here in Texas more than anyone will ever know, I am excited to grow into this new opportunity and see where it takes me.  That’s not to say that I won’t come back to visit or even move back here someday.  This has just been made all the more clear to me that I just never really know what God is up to!

Please pray for me (and Daisy and Chester) as we embark on this new adventure.  Please pray for my parents, I know it will be a difficult transition for them as well.

Keep looking back here, I’ll be sure to keep everyone posted on this new chapter of living in the arctic.  Don’t ya know…  Did I mention I’ll be going to church in Minnesota for a while?

Be blessed, y’all!!

Pamela

For Fun:

How to Talk Wisconsin Good

Wisconics

I can be reached at BeautifulChaos2010@hotmail.com

When All Hope Seems Lost…

John 16:33

“I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world.”

Isaiah 61:3

“To all who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes,
a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair.
In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the Lord has planted for his own glory.”

So here I sit with my glass of wine and my coconut cake – with my heart aching a little.

I’m no stranger, I’ve been here before, especially over this last year.  I’m not going to pretend that I haven’t cleared out many a wine bottle and kept the Pepperidge Farm people fully employed with benefits.

It’s not the end of the world, not by a longshot, but sometimes, life just seems a little hopeless and just a little too hard.

We all get that way sometimes, I think- surely I can’t be the only one that ever feels like my world is spinning a little out of control and I’m weary and tired of trying to hang on.

Tonight I feel like certain things will never work out for me:

• I’ll be single forever
• I’ll never be enough to please my wounded mother
• There will never be full restoration in my family
•  I’ll never have enough- I’ll never be truly valued to the degree that I should be
• I’ll never have the discipline to be as healthy as I want to be
• Nobody likes me, everybody hates me – bring on the worms!

And the list just goes on and on; in other words, a pity party.
These are all things that I feel in my heart.  There was a time in my life not that long ago where these feelings would’ve buried me.

Fortunately, I know how to climb out of this funk, but I also know there can be healing in the funk.  Sometimes, your heart just needs to grieve.  The safest place to do that?  God’s presence.  Not just His word, but His actual presence.  Become like Mary and just sit at His feet, put your head in His lap and pour your aching heart out.

You might argue that He already knows your heart; sure He does, but He wants that kind of relationship with you- the one where you trust Him enough to actually talk with Him.  He longs for that fellowship with you.

So do it- get alone with God and pour your heart out, get it all out and sob, ugly cry, and just sit at His feet.  Be angry, be sad, be hurt, be disappointed, be whatever emotion you’re feeling right then and tell Him what’s on your heart- the good, the bad, and the ugly.  He’s a great big God- He can handle your words.  What’s more, He wants to handle your heart- your accusations, your disappointments, He wants all of your burden.  He wants to comfort you in every way that you need comforting.

I know from my own experience, it’s in those heart-rendering times that He tends to speak the most profound things to me.

See, usually, while I’m pouring out, He’s pouring into me.  Man, I am so grateful for that.  When I’m emptying myself out, He’s filling me full of Him.  So often, this is the place where new revelation is born.  He speaks to me, and always, always reveals a new aspect of His love for me.

I started this evening out hurting, just kind of beat down- but I remembered the game-changer: Just because I feel something, doesn’t make it true (thank you Shawna for that wisdom).

Just because I don’t feel something, doesn’t make it true either.  Just because I can’t feel God working in my circumstances, doesn’t mean that He’s not- in fact, just about the opposite is always true- He’s working overtime, and change is coming.

Just because I feel disappointed or hopeless doesn’t make it true. 

Jeremiah 17:7-9

“But blessed are those who trust in the Lord and have made the Lord their hope and confidence.
They are like trees planted along a riverbank, with roots that reach deep into the water.
Such trees are not bothered by the heat or worried by long months of drought.
Their leaves stay green, and they never stop producing fruit.

The human heart is the most deceitful of all things, and desperately wicked.

Who really knows how bad it is?”

Don’t believe the lie that you must stay in the funk.  Don’t buy into the feelings (or facts, whatever the circumstances might be), wholeheartedly believe the truth.

For me- it looks like this:

Feeling (Facts)	Truth
I’ll be single forever	God has promised to provide a husband He created just for me; He also promised me a family of my own
I’ll never be enough to please my wounded mother	I am not supposed to be enough; He is the only One who can heal her heart
There will never be full restoration in my family	God is the God of restoration; His word never returns void and He promised to restore it years ago
I’ll never have enough- I’ll never be truly valued to the degree that I should be	He is my provider; He not only values me, He delights in me
I’ll never have the discipline to be as healthy as I want to be	His grace is more than sufficient for me; I can do all things with His strength
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me – bring on the worms!	I am not to be conformed to this world – His opinion of me is ALL that defines me- He calls me righteous and beloved

Life is just hard and God knows it’s hard.  That popular saying that God doesn’t give us more than we can bear is a lie- God wants to bear it for us.

If you’re struggling- He’ll meet you right where you’re at, right now, just get before Him and let it all out.  He longs for you…

Blessin’s Y’all!

~Pamela

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