How He Loves Us

If you read my last post, then you'll remember that lately I have been struggling with faith....just enough that it's really making me want to the seek the Lord even more!  I don't want to settle with  religion and tradition, I want an alive and breathing relationship. 

Anyways one day I realized, why am I holding back my questions? Why am I not admitting to struggling with faith?

I suppose I haven't because I have't had a chance to realize exactly where things are at. Maybe also because I feel I really shouldn't question God when I am a pastor's wife...

But then I felt like the Lord was saying,  "if you're having questions/doubts/fear, why don't you talk to me about them? I would be the one to disprove your doubts, and show you who I am." And so one night I just prayed to God and said I am just not really sure where I am at right now but I really want to know You. I prayed that God would speak to me, that He would show Himself to me. Somehow in the midst of business of raising a family, taking care of a church, being a wife,friend,daughter,mom etc - I got lost....and so did my priorities.

2 Nights ago I couldn't sleep and I feel like God used my sleepless night to speak to me.

I had a rough day with Elijah. He was teething and subsequently had been crying all day and to be perfetly honest, just driving me crazy. But by night time, I was just thinking about how much I love him and how much joy he brings to my life.

And, the more I enjoy time with my son and just thank God for him - I feel like God's fatherly heart is being revealed to me.

For instance, even though I had a rough day, I couldn't stop thinking about how I just want to shower him with gifts on his Birthday...just to show him how much I love him. I was also thinking about how he needs our time, our love and affection, and how we'd pay anything........for his safety, for his health, etc.

And it's like God spoke to me and said that's how He feels about us. We sin, we fall away, we push Him away...and yet his heart is overbrimming with love and affection for us. He wants to spend time with us....and he paid the ULTIMATE price for our lives by sending his one and only son to earth to die to abolish slavery to sin....to rise again.....and bring glory to His name....

He is King.....and He is Father.

He is amazing.

And how He loves us so....

Heart Story

I may have mentioned this before, but when I sign on to blog, I feel the need to make sure all my entries are consistent in size, format, etc. Due to this slight OCD nature, I have created approximately 6 different blogs in an attempt to try to start again and make it look perfect. Even as a child and a teen, I did this with journals and paper notebooks.
So although I want to abandon this blog to restart and create a new 'persona' and increase the level of my writing....there’s a piece of my heart that belongs to “Life In Technicolour.”  A few hours of my life has been sown into this...and so thus I return.
My writing is not perfect. The things I have written about in the past may not be a reflection of who I am today, but it was a snapshot of who I was before. And so, this blog is unperfectly perfect. And I hope that as{{you}} read it, that you would hear my voice and feel my heart.
So, topic change.
I am struggling with faith...
I feel as if that statement should never come out of my mouth.  I feel guilty, ashamed, disillusioned, confused....and lost.  I scratch my head and wonder how I got to this point. Who can I blame for my problems with faith? Who can I lay the burden on and say that their insufficiencies caused my personal dysfunction?  It would be much easier to grab someone and tell them it was their fault......then I could call it a day and move on. But no, it’s me.
Sure, I have gone through experiences in my life that have ripped my heart like a jagged edged knife would.  It’s hard to sew those pieces back together when they have been shredded apart. I feel stupid for saying this, but my parent’s divorce threw my world out of order.  When you’re 20 years old and your world is rapidly changing, you want the security of family. The family you knew your whole life that would be the soft mattress in which you could fall back on to. My mom is there for me, and my dad is there for me...but my parents as a ‘collective’ are not there for me. I no longer have a model for marriage, for family that sticks together until they are old and grey.  Although they both love me, I feel torn and split....like I must make sure that my affections and loyalty must be equal at all times.
I’ve written in the past about my struggles with anxiety and panic attacks. I struggled with this addiction (yes, I called anxiety an addiction) for about a year. It was my form of control over my life and the situations that I faced. Sick and twisted, I know.
While I feel free from that (I haven’t had a panic attack for about 2 years now), I feel as if my heart has been hardened. I haven’t truly mourned, I haven’t been able to pick up the pieces and put them together, I haven’t allowed God to heal my heart because in someway I believe that I have been OK, .....or perhaps as “OK” as I will ever get. And thus the battle between the head and the heart begins. I know with my head that in scripture it says Jesus will make us WHOLE, and HEALED....but my heart says, maybe I am the exception. And I justify my thinking by using Paul’s reference to having a ‘thorn in his side’....perhaps my cracked heart is a thorn.

But then I go to various church services and see people who are on FIRE for the Lord. Sometimes I think, maybe they are crazy....what if they have been misled. But no, it has to be real. Why would you forsake things for something that isn’t real?

And then my cracked heart twinges a bit and longs so much for that real passion.......to not be ashamed and to not be fearful. To be all consumed by Jesus.

I love the Lord....I believe Jesus is God....the one and only true way. When I say I am struggling with faith, it’s more that I feel my heart is numbed and I need the Lord to heal back the nerve endings....I want to hear His voice, feel His touch, and see His face.
Xoxo
Nae

Flooded in Kamloops

*Yay Me* - it's been UNDER 10 days since I last posted...this may be a 2012 Life in Technicolour blog record! I can't confirm that though...but, I am about 95.3% sure. ;)

Tomorrow we head to Victoria for our church district assembly. Bran is required to go and give his pastor's report etc. It's extremely exciting and loads of fun (I am rolling my eyes as I write this.) Anyways, as with all things, we will make the best of this. I am looking forward to the ferry ride, staying in a hotel, going to the museum and whatever else awaits us. This will be Elijah's first ferry ride, and my first trip with Bran to Victoria!



As you can see above, we are currently flooded here in Kamloops! We have been taking little trips down to the river every other day to watch it rising. It's pretty amazing when we  live in a  world in which we humans think we have everything under control, and yet, here the water is rising! Elsewhere, the earth is shaking, and breaking, and.....all the other environmental catastrophes that can occur!

Well, gotta run.

Xoxo
Nay

Return of The Prodigal Blogger...

Well, here I am. I haven't even looked back to see how long it has been since I last blogged. Let's just say that time has been great in demand, and short in supply. Sure, my husband has taken the baby for an hour or 2 some days so I can have "time to myself". But being the person I am, I don't know how to relax. An hour of free time means, clean the house, catch up on your chores, get your hair and makeup done.....

So today I am saying that housework can wait....and my hair which hasn't been washed since Saturday  can remain in it's miserable shape for at least a few hours today.

Candles have been lit, blinds remain closed to hide from the outside world........I turned on some worship music but subsequently had to turn it off as I got distracted from what I want to do this morning. I have really wanted to get back into blogging. It has been a great outlet in the past, and I feel an increasing need to continue that as the pressures of life have continued to compound.

I was recently thinking that it would be great to write a blog titled "Confessions of a  Pastor's Wife".  As memories and experiences swirled in my head, I then thought oh wait, there are so many other confessionals I could write, such as:

• Confessions of a Pastor's Wife
• Confessions of a Pastor's Daughter
• Confessions of a Pastor's Granddaughter
• Confession's of a Worship Leader
• Confession's of a Mother

Ooooh the stories I could tell you.

I really don't know how many times I could say this, but honestly, I don't believe anyone other then other people in the ministry and God truly know what it's like to lead a church, and the impact that it has on your life in a positive and negative way. Ultimately, we are blessed to be in this role and feel the calling to do so....

But let's be honest here, people are a pain in the butt! 

Yes, you heard me correctly. =) 

I'll dive into some things later on, as I challenge myself to blog on a more regular basis. 

Well, time for my next project. Talk to y'all soon! 

XOxo Nae

3 Month Update

WARNING: Baby brain. This post may be written with poor grammar, poor spelling and discombobulated articulation. 

Soooo - HELLO! :) 

Yes, we are still alive and kickin! 

Elijah turned 3 months old last Sunday (Nov 20) and with that came a lovely growth spurt. Sounds like rainbows, unicorns and lollipops but what a growth spurt really entails is: waking up 3 times a night (instead of his 11-7 sleep), weird eating patterns (one day not eating much, the next eating TONS), fussiness with inconsolable crying etc. 

A week later, he is back to his angel self. :) 

Slept from 11 to 7:45.....is napping right now...is happy and content again.

PHEWF. :) 

Make's life so much more easier, ahha.

Well gotta go for now but just wanted to say hellooo! :) 

Clean The House

As I was folding laundry and admiring all the hard work I had done cleaning up the house, I felt like my mind was cleared and felt a strange sense of "re-motivation" (is that a word?) to get back into scrap booking, writing, and any other creative activity I had forsaken due to living in a messy house and having no time do anything.
[[Note: No time due to baby which requires all your time and efforts -- lol]]

It was also at that moment that I felt God speak to me.

1 Corinthians 6:19-20 says ""Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God?  You are not your own; you were bought at a price.  Therefore honor God with your body,"


Just as cleaning up your house gives you a sense of clarity and a sense of "ahhhhh" - cleaning up your life gives you an even BIGGER sense of "aaaaahhh."

Humans are busy creatures. Women? Even worse.
We need to look after the house, the kids, the job, the volunteer activities, the yard, the personal appearance...and oops, the husband!
We get so busy that we often neglect ourselves.

There's a lot of ways we can neglect ourselves.

• No time to exercise or cook nutritious meals = Weight gain!!!!! (which equals poor self esteem...etc etc etc)
• No time to get our hair done = look at those 2 inch roots and fried ends! (lol) 
• No time to relax = when you can only take a bath for 5 minutes without candles...that is NOT relaxing!! 
• No time to do the things you love = you need an outlet to feel purposeful! 

The main way we neglect ourselves though is......we neglect our relationship with God. And when that is neglected...well we've thrown away the access to FULL love and peace and joy and all those beautiful fruits.

Sure, you can have a relationship where you meet Him every Sunday morning, but would you be OK only seeing your husband once a week for 3 hours??

So, flex those spiritual muscles! 

Eat the bread of life!

Drink of the everlasting waters! 

.....take care of your body! 

Take care of you! 

Your body is a temple! 

When you clear your mind of worries and anxieties, and you turn from sin - you will feel a beautiful sense of clarity, and re-invigoration -----it will be amazing how much more you'll enjoy life.

I am challenging myself TODAY to seek after God whole heartedly. 

I don't want to be "busy" and "distracted" when there is so much more in life.....

I'm back BABY! (Or...back WITH a baby!)

Elijah Raine - 9 Weeks 

Well, as the title says, I'M BACK! ....and yes, we now have a beautiful little boy. His name is Elijah Raine. He was born August 20th at 5:03 P.M.  - which happens to be our 6th wedding anniversary. We couldn't have received a better gift than our little guy!
He was 8 pounds 11 ounces - and 21 inches long.
As of last week, he is 12 pounds 7 1/2 ounces. - and now 23 inches long!

He has white blonde hair.....and beautiful blue eyes.....just like his dad. :)

I'm sure there's a little bit of me in there somewhere...haha.

So this is my first entry post baby.... ;)
Xoxo
Nay