This email from Brave Girls Club showed up in my inbox late Tuesday evening, containing a message I very much needed to hear this week. And so, since this is my space, I'm sharing it here as well:
Dear Extraordinary Girl,
The path to the best places for us sometimes must take a trip through the muck to get to the other side of it. Sometimes that truly is the only way.
When we are in the middle of it, it feels senseless and like such a complete waste of time (let alone not very comfortable)When we are in painful places in life, or even just annoyingly uncomfortable places, it's important to remember that we are headed somewhere else if we want to be.
We do not have to stay stuck there. Sometimes it takes a while to work our way out of it, and sometimes we don't know how we got there in the first place, but mucky yucky places on the path of life are always temporary if we are willing to work our way out of them.
We are not meant to stay stuck. We are not meant to be stagnant. We are not meant to be in pain for any longer than it is necessary to teach us. We are meant to shine, to fly and to have joy. Even when we are in a place where it's nearly impossible to do this, there is always a way out of that mucky place. It is always temporary.
Please believe this, beautiful friend.
If you are in a mucky spot, just keep going, keep going 'til you get to the other side of it. It will be SO worth it.
Don't you dare give up now.
You are so loved.
xoxo
A message from your friends at the Brave Girls Club - www.bravegirlsclub.com
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Friday, October 14, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Brave Girls Club
I've been getting weekday emails from something called the "Brave Girls Club" for a number of weeks now, and they've moved me deeply. They've been timely in the truths they speak, and I wanted to share one here, along with the link to their website, where you can sign up for yourself.
This one was from late last week and again spoke truths I very much needed to hear in those moments:
Dear Authentic Girl,
It's ok to cry sometimes, you know. It's even ok to completely fall apart for a little while so that you can put yourself back together in the way you are supposed to be together.
Sometimes the pieces of us get a little bit mixed up and we have to let ourselves fall apart so that we can get ourselves back in order. And it's ok to grieve over things that we've lost. It's ok to grieve over people that we've lost and it's ok to grieve over time that has been lost. It's ok to feel a bit of a hole in our hearts where loved things used to be.
HERE'S THE IMPORTANT THING, though. Remember, that you can still do the things that you want to do, and work toward the places that you want to be, and learn the things that you want to learn WHILE you are working through grief. You don't have to wait. Sometimes we make ourselves wait until all of the pain is gone to start living the life we want to have.
The time to start living the life we want to have is RIGHT NOW, even if it's while we are holding hands with pain. They really can live next to each other. And then when it's time for the pain to go, you are not left alone trying to figure out what to do next. You are already there -- just without the pain.
So please stop waiting, lovely you. Please stand up and take some steps into the places that you want to be. It's ok if your pain comes with you. It really is. Someday it will feel like it's done its job, and it will be gone. It really will.
YOUR JOB is to just keep moving, and you are the only one who can do it. You know it's time. Stand up, sweet sister. Take a step. You can do this.
Have a wonderful weekend.
xoxo
A message from your friends at the Brave Girls Club - www.bravegirlsclub.com
This one was from late last week and again spoke truths I very much needed to hear in those moments:
Dear Authentic Girl,
It's ok to cry sometimes, you know. It's even ok to completely fall apart for a little while so that you can put yourself back together in the way you are supposed to be together.
Sometimes the pieces of us get a little bit mixed up and we have to let ourselves fall apart so that we can get ourselves back in order. And it's ok to grieve over things that we've lost. It's ok to grieve over people that we've lost and it's ok to grieve over time that has been lost. It's ok to feel a bit of a hole in our hearts where loved things used to be.
HERE'S THE IMPORTANT THING, though. Remember, that you can still do the things that you want to do, and work toward the places that you want to be, and learn the things that you want to learn WHILE you are working through grief. You don't have to wait. Sometimes we make ourselves wait until all of the pain is gone to start living the life we want to have.
The time to start living the life we want to have is RIGHT NOW, even if it's while we are holding hands with pain. They really can live next to each other. And then when it's time for the pain to go, you are not left alone trying to figure out what to do next. You are already there -- just without the pain.
So please stop waiting, lovely you. Please stand up and take some steps into the places that you want to be. It's ok if your pain comes with you. It really is. Someday it will feel like it's done its job, and it will be gone. It really will.
YOUR JOB is to just keep moving, and you are the only one who can do it. You know it's time. Stand up, sweet sister. Take a step. You can do this.
Have a wonderful weekend.
xoxo
A message from your friends at the Brave Girls Club - www.bravegirlsclub.com
Friday, July 31, 2009
Revisiting A Heart That's Seen
I've been thinking a lot about this post this week - from very early this year.
Remembering how nice it was in the midst of exhaustion and panic to be surrounded by two dear friends who were both far away. How nice it was to have my heart seen, and to be encouraged. How lovely it was to be loved by them. (How lovely it still is to be loved by them.)
In fact, earlier this week I went back and re-read the online conversations I had with both friends that night. The circumstances of that particular panic spell are deeply ingrained in my mind, and were close to the surface of my memory again this week, as I dealt with some things involving the same approximate situation.
The words of one friend in particular from that night have been buoying me this week, echoing in my heart a bit. "You're a good woman, Lisa." This particular friend, who I get to see far too rarely given that we live in the same city, has often said variations of these sorts of things to me. And sometimes, sometimes they just make me laugh. But sometimes, sometimes those words buoy me, in the weeks when I'm feeling attacked, questioned, and unseen. In the moments when my heart is weary from the fight his words come back, and I realize this person whom I respect deeply, who I know to be a man who loves God and people, and a man who lives with a deep morality and integrity, respects me too. Even though he's seen me at my some of my worst moments. And that, that is deeply encouraging to me this week.
Remembering how nice it was in the midst of exhaustion and panic to be surrounded by two dear friends who were both far away. How nice it was to have my heart seen, and to be encouraged. How lovely it was to be loved by them. (How lovely it still is to be loved by them.)
In fact, earlier this week I went back and re-read the online conversations I had with both friends that night. The circumstances of that particular panic spell are deeply ingrained in my mind, and were close to the surface of my memory again this week, as I dealt with some things involving the same approximate situation.
The words of one friend in particular from that night have been buoying me this week, echoing in my heart a bit. "You're a good woman, Lisa." This particular friend, who I get to see far too rarely given that we live in the same city, has often said variations of these sorts of things to me. And sometimes, sometimes they just make me laugh. But sometimes, sometimes those words buoy me, in the weeks when I'm feeling attacked, questioned, and unseen. In the moments when my heart is weary from the fight his words come back, and I realize this person whom I respect deeply, who I know to be a man who loves God and people, and a man who lives with a deep morality and integrity, respects me too. Even though he's seen me at my some of my worst moments. And that, that is deeply encouraging to me this week.
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