Between the "Not Anymore" and the "Not Yet" {30 Days of Gratitude In the Middle, FOR the Middle...No, Really!}
My definition of the "middle":
Being suspended - floating in grace - somewhere between the "not anymore" and the "not yet".
Always, the middle is the present moment.
I began making visual art just over a year and a half ago. Making it has helped me deeply understand the art of words. With paint, you just have to gather courage and start. You have to throw some paint on that canvas. Then, once you do that, you work (and work...and work...) with what is there. You trust the process. You trust that this present moment, this muddley-middle stage, will begin to take shape. And the outcome is never what you first envisioned.
So it is with words. A word-artist has to dig deep, and toss her heart onto a page, and work with what is there. A writer has to trust that all this messy vulnerability will take shape into something beautiful for someone.
See, if I were to hate the transition stage, if I were to become overly uncomfortable with the middle, the finished product will have no soul - because I will compensate for my discomfort by forcing my version of perfection onto the piece.
All art is a product of love, and all artists must learn to embrace the middle, and feel gratitude for what is. I am learning to thank God for living between the "not anymore" and the "not yet". Where else can a girl practice her art of contentment?
Every moment is the present moment and must be sanctified by gratitude, else we risk losing the next present moment to that destroyer of the art that is your life - angst.
No More "Making Do" {30 Days of Gratitude ~ In the Middle, FOR the Middle}
Precisely mid-way through life, I believe you and I start to get negative. Yes, even you. I know I have the tendency, and that I am more prone to it now than I was in my 30's. The longer we live, the more jaded we become, and the more we identify with our mistakes.
The longer we live, the more we feel like we have to make do with what we have - play the cards we have been dealt, and all that stuff.
No more delusions, past 40, right? We see the harvest we've reaped thus far, and not all of it is beautiful and not all of it is good.
I want to challenge you with the idea of an Autumn Planting.
Farmers and gardeners do it all the time. Cold weather crops are some of the best crops you can partake of.
It is never too late to plant new and radically different seeds.
Because you see, while we sigh and try to "make do" with what we have, we serve a God who "makes" and "does" with what He has!
He can take the seeds you offer, here in this season of your life, and give you a winter crop that will knock your socks off and bless you to the very, very end of your days.
He makes all things new. He does all things well.
Stop "making do" with a harvest that is less than you hoped for. Start over with new and different seeds - because your God makes and does. And that is something to be vastly grateful for.
Nothing is impossible with Him!
The Accountability of the Middle {30 Days of Gratitude ~ In the Middle, FOR the Middle}
"Where the battle rages, there the loyalty of the soldier is proved, and to be steady on all the battlefield besides, is mere flight and disgrace if he flinches at that point."
~Martin Luther
If you could see me, spiritually and metaphorically speaking, I look like that...that right up there.
Sort of Braveheart, sort of middle-age woman who abuses Photoshop. (I know, it's kind of creepy.)
I am a sword-wielding-warrior-woman who has won many battles. And I am in good company.
Lots of middle age Christians come to church on Sunday with a long list of past accomplishments in their heads. At least, I would hope we 40-somethings (and older) would have a lot of stories to tell...
...about that season when we found out He is Jehovah Jireh, our Provider, and He is enough...
...about that miracle we believed God for...
...about those times we shared Christ, and saving faith happened...
...about those times we shared Christ, and it seemed nothing happened...
...about that time we completely laid down an offense, and lavishly forgave someone else...
We have lots of stories from those days. The temptation is to stop creating the atmosphere in our life that allows new stories to be told. The temptation is to get bored and slack off in the middle.
Please don't. If you will allow me, I am crying out to you, Braveheart Style - right here, in your middle - to dig in and do battle. To stay the course. Past victories do not present victories guarantee. You have to fight the good fight in every season.
To fail now, is to possibly fail ultimately.
Because Beloved...we are simply running out of time.
Let's make the middle-to-latter end of this thing more glorious than the first!
~Martin Luther
If you could see me, spiritually and metaphorically speaking, I look like that...that right up there.
Sort of Braveheart, sort of middle-age woman who abuses Photoshop. (I know, it's kind of creepy.)
I am a sword-wielding-warrior-woman who has won many battles. And I am in good company.
Lots of middle age Christians come to church on Sunday with a long list of past accomplishments in their heads. At least, I would hope we 40-somethings (and older) would have a lot of stories to tell...
...about that season when we found out He is Jehovah Jireh, our Provider, and He is enough...
...about that miracle we believed God for...
...about those times we shared Christ, and saving faith happened...
...about those times we shared Christ, and it seemed nothing happened...
...about that time we completely laid down an offense, and lavishly forgave someone else...
We have lots of stories from those days. The temptation is to stop creating the atmosphere in our life that allows new stories to be told. The temptation is to get bored and slack off in the middle.
Please don't. If you will allow me, I am crying out to you, Braveheart Style - right here, in your middle - to dig in and do battle. To stay the course. Past victories do not present victories guarantee. You have to fight the good fight in every season.
To fail now, is to possibly fail ultimately.
Because Beloved...we are simply running out of time.
Let's make the middle-to-latter end of this thing more glorious than the first!
The Humbling Middle {30 Days of Gratitude for Middling Things}...because you asked for it...
Much is being said about the "downward mobility of Christ", and it is all true. Yet, I am being struck broadside these days with the middling-mobility of Christ.
I am grateful for a God who split time down the middle by coming to middle earth as a human being. I am encouraged by a God who waited to perform His first miracle until middle age. I am saved by the God who died in the middle of two criminals, suspended on a cross mid-way between earth and a sky that He made. I am daily blessed by a God who appears to us as the "middle" of the Godhead - between the Father and the Spirit. I am humbled by a God who, though highly exalted, is even as we speak, making intercession for us who are in the middle.
Christ Jesus embraced the humility of the middle. Because of this, He is given a name which is above every name.
In this grasping, struggling-to-move-up Western world I live in, no one really wants anything mid-size. I believe part of the feeling of our infirmity is the painful fact that we are all in the middle of something...we are in that place where the freshness of the small beginning is long gone, and the dream of a grand finale is not yet in sight. We are in the plodding-place.
We feel vulnerable, and sometimes even naked and ashamed.
Friend, God...very God...is in the middle with you and I. He created the middle of your story and sustains it to the point that you will discover the middle to be the best part of your story - because the tension of the plot only seems unresolved. You can be fully present to the story line, with all its loose ends, knowing that in the final chapter - it is all made beautiful.
We may live in a fallen world, a middling-place where regret is part of being alive - but we, of all people, are confident of an eternity that will carry no regrets whatsoever. All of them, gone. This is forever both the end of your story, and the beginning of "You: The Sequel".
Please take 30 days with me to feel around inside your heart for the gratitude that can sweeten this middle-time of life.
There is so much to be thankful for!
I am grateful for a God who split time down the middle by coming to middle earth as a human being. I am encouraged by a God who waited to perform His first miracle until middle age. I am saved by the God who died in the middle of two criminals, suspended on a cross mid-way between earth and a sky that He made. I am daily blessed by a God who appears to us as the "middle" of the Godhead - between the Father and the Spirit. I am humbled by a God who, though highly exalted, is even as we speak, making intercession for us who are in the middle.
Christ Jesus embraced the humility of the middle. Because of this, He is given a name which is above every name.
In this grasping, struggling-to-move-up Western world I live in, no one really wants anything mid-size. I believe part of the feeling of our infirmity is the painful fact that we are all in the middle of something...we are in that place where the freshness of the small beginning is long gone, and the dream of a grand finale is not yet in sight. We are in the plodding-place.
We feel vulnerable, and sometimes even naked and ashamed.
Friend, God...very God...is in the middle with you and I. He created the middle of your story and sustains it to the point that you will discover the middle to be the best part of your story - because the tension of the plot only seems unresolved. You can be fully present to the story line, with all its loose ends, knowing that in the final chapter - it is all made beautiful.
We may live in a fallen world, a middling-place where regret is part of being alive - but we, of all people, are confident of an eternity that will carry no regrets whatsoever. All of them, gone. This is forever both the end of your story, and the beginning of "You: The Sequel".
Please take 30 days with me to feel around inside your heart for the gratitude that can sweeten this middle-time of life.
There is so much to be thankful for!
{30 Days of Gratitude ~ In the Middle ~ FOR the Middle}...because you asked for it...
I know it's cliche, but giving thanks really is transformative.
I can think of another cliche, and it's the one about "mixed feelings". Not only is that cliche phraseology, it is a half-truth at best. The real truth is that we feel what we focus on, and we focus on what we feel. What we choose to pay attention to, and how we choose to pay attention to it, is a choice...a choice that will dictate to our hearts how we feel.
The real truth is that we cannot feel truly thankful and unhappy at the same time. If we focus on all the reasons to be grateful, we feel what we focus on. If we focus on the faults of others, or on what we perceive we lack, we feel what we focus on.
You and I can feel our way right out of boredom or discouragement. We can feel our way right out of anger or anxiety. The miracle antidote is the feeling of gratitude.
So here is our {30 Days of Gratitude ~ In the Middle ~ FOR the Middle}...
...because I want to feel what I focus on, and I need to focus on what I feel. The warmth and joy that ensues from giving thanks brightens my November afternoons, and makes me feel tranquil and privileged. I really am a daughter of privilege. My Father has given me an unfair advantage called Grace. There is nothing "balanced" about that.
The Only Safe Place for Your Middling Heart {The Conclusion of our 31 Days - and a GIVEAWAY}
Here we are. The very last day of this 31 days of October. Your messages and emails and comments have meant the world to me. They have been encouraging.
And heart-breaking.
And incredibly encouraging.
And wrenching.
And wildly funny.
I feel like we've gotten to know each other, and I don't want it to end. A new reader wrote me a private message a few days ago saying, "So, after 31 days, what next?"
The question has haunted me since. Not in a creepy-Halloween sort of way, but in a sweet, urgent, compelling way. Though making art is
...it is still all about The Message, for this girl. No, not the translation of the Bible by Eugene Petersen, but the Gospel message. A few of you have written to me saying that the Gospel means so much more to you, that it applies to you in ways you didn't realize before.
This is what I was created to do. Thank you for giving me the chance to do it. When I sit here and pour my heart out through my fingers and into these containers called "words"...I know I am living my purpose. No art, no business, no mission, no venture of any kind can be allowed to compete with the priorities of local church life and the Gospel we so faithfully declare and represent together as one body of believers.
The grace of God made me come alive as a six year old little girl who was the only one to answer an altar call in a tiny Presbyterian church. Then, grace made me come alive again as a stuck-in-the-middle, middle aged woman. And it continues to be what makes me come alive, every time I stop to consider how complete I am in Christ, and how completely loved.
I wake up, each day, with my hair on fire. I am burning to see you do - not what you wish you were gifted to do - I want to see you do what you are actually gifted to do. I want you to know how it is exactly that you bless your world. Already.
Whether cooking or dancing or singing or working with kids or being a great networker - your people skills or your computer skills or your organizational/administrative skills - whether fine art or the fine art of loving others - you bless the world in certain, specific ways.
Remember: not how you wish you could bless others, but the way you actually do bless them already. All the things you do that you take for granted, because they aren't that hard for you to do. Capitalize on those things, and immerse yourself in them, and go from good to very good. In the area you are gifted, I want you every week to do one hard thing that grows your gift, one easy thing to practice your gift, and one thing for someone else, in order to give your gift away. Every day, plan for these things. Ask yourself, "Where can I create beauty?" and "Who can I love better today?"
I want you to stare straight at who you really are, and respect what you really see.
You are made in His image. When you liberate who you are, when you decide to daily declare His greatness through your distinctive gifts, when you let yourself do what makes you come alive, we will see Jesus, because we finally get to see who He is in you.
Most women forget that in order to die to self, there has to be a "self" to begin with. As Christians, we are so busy being Martha, so busy dying to ourselves, we never take the time to come alive to ourselves as image-bearers. Dear one, you are meant to reflect the image of God.
Beloved, He is beautiful.
If, in the words of the apostle Paul, "I die daily", then that means I am also resurrected daily. I experience new life daily, because in Christ, death never has the final say. There is always resurrection after death. So let's stop playing the "die to self" card, and start coming alive in Christ, shall we? Unnecessary martyrdom is so unattractive.
Becoming fully alive isn't the end, and it isn't even the means to the end. Being fully alive in our gifts is proof of the Christ-life...it is confirmation of the new creature. It verifies the accuracy of our claim to the 'yes and amen' found only in Christ.
The most difficult aspect of mid-life, is reconciling the ideal with the real. In fighting to keep a vision of our ideal life alive, we end up making a whole lot of bad decisions, and spouses and children and best friends and churches end up being casualties in our hot pursuit of what we wish we could be.
Never let your vision of the greater glory of Christ be obscured by the lesser glory of the law, or your desire for financial success, or your desire for a Godly family, or to be self sufficient, or to "eat cleanly"or any other competing glory.
Having your whole mind renewed and lit from within with the glory of grace can get you up in the morning and give you a reason to take joy.
Every other dream and desire will fail you, no matter how worthy or how noble. And it is never too late to put Christ absolutely, unquestioningly first in your life. It is never too late to discover grace.
Grace is the only safe place for your middling heart.
“Belatedly I loved thee, O Beauty so ancient and so new, belatedly I loved thee.
For see, thou wast within and I was without, and I sought thee out there.
Unlovely, I rushed heedlessly among the lovely things thou hast made.
Thou wast with me, but I was not with thee.
These things kept me far from thee; even though they were not at all unless they were in thee.
Thou didst call and cry aloud, and didst force open my deafness.
Thou didst gleam and shine, and didst chase away my blindness.
Thou didst breathe fragrant odors and I drew in my breath; and now I pant for thee.
I tasted, and now I hunger and thirst.
Thou didst touch me, and I burned for thy peace.”
~Augustine
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As a thank you for spending your 31 days with me, I am offering a giveaway, just in time for Christmas!
If you leave a comment you will be entered. If you Facebook or Pinterest or Tweet this post, please leave another comment and I will enter you again. If you blog about it, I will enter you yet again. Just be sure to let me know! You will receive:
Every print from Sheila Atchley Designs featured in this {31 Days of Celebrating Middle Age}!
Every book featured, in the whole {31 Days} project!
One piece of jewelry, your choice, from my shop!
One free spot in the online class entitled "Let's Play Dress Up" taught by Paige Knudsen!
This giveaway has a value of several hundred dollars...I hope you win!
*Please note: I am not "sponsored". No one donates prizes for me to give away. I am not Pioneer Woman. (Love her!) My blog is not monetized. These gifts come from my own pocket. Why? Because yes, I am working hard to build an online platform - I am that consumed with a desire to share Christ through words and art. Please do share this blog with others, via email or Facebook or Pinterest. It is my prayer that I honor that trust by being an encouragement to every person you send my direction.
Drawing will be held on Friday, November 8th. Prizes will be shipped via my studio and Amazon soon thereafter.
Stuck In The Middle With You {My Story}
There was a time when I thought I was above any kind of crisis...much less a "mid-life crisis".
I hadn't yet learned that a mid-life crisis isn't about how old I am. It has everything to do with how I handle dropping my plates.
A mid-life crisis has far less (almost nothing) to do with age, and far more to do with the fact that so very many, many people are aptly able to keep a whole lot of plates spinning for a whole lot of years...
...but no human being can keep that up indefinitely. We just so happen to be about 45 or 50 when the breakage begins, because plates have an average life-spin-span of about 20-25 adult years. Then a plate falls. And it is a cherished and heirloom plate that ends up crashing, always. And then the other plates just tend to start falling by themselves when...
...a child fails...
...a child succeeds...then leaves...
...you get "that" diagnosis...
...a parent dies...
...a church splits...
...a dream dies...
...a husband is unfaithful...
...there is an ongoing health issue...
...we discover we no longer love being plate spinners.
The true-truth is that this sort of mess and calamity is no respecter of age or gender or socio-economic status. I know an eighteen year old who is dealing with crippling regret. Is this person having a teenage crisis? I know a seventy-something person who is wildly unhappy. Are they having a geriatric crisis?
Of course not. "Man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upwards", it says in the book of Job.
And so my plates started hitting the concrete almost the day I turned 40. Seriously, I turned 40, and the next day I had to buy readers, and the day after that all hell broke loose.
I found myself wanting to fall asleep and never...as in, never-ever...wake up. I didn't think of ways I could end my life. I just didn't want to wake up to my life. I was camped out at what professionals will tell you is the lesser manifestation of suicidal depression. I didn't feel this way for days...or weeks...or even months. The months turned into a year, and then it all kept going. Longer. Longer still.
Healing began when I heard the Lord say to me, "When you wake up in the morning, I want you to do whatever you want to do. Do whatever brings you joy."
This was a gut-wrenching challenge, because I was still home educating my youngest. And he was barely on speaking terms with fractions and percents when he should have been best friends with Algebra II. I was an epic fail, in my own estimation. (Nevermind that our youngest had what we now know was bona-fide ADHD with some XYZ thrown in just to make things interesting. End of story: he learned Algebra, and graduated with a respectable enough ACT score to get into college, and has done so...three times, by my last count...)
To make a long litany short, I found myself in a place I had never been. A place where I cried daily and violently. A place where I didn't want to wake up, which really means I didn't want to live.
I would run a hot bath and crawl into my tub in the wee hours of the morning to weep and pray and hope that my legs would stop wanting to kick and squirm.
I lived every.single.day. with a burning sensation in the pit of my stomach, with no appetite. I also had inexplicable urges to rock back and forth sometimes (I suppressed them) and developed a weird sensitivity to handling certain fabric - folding my laundry was a misery.
Then...in the middle of all that...two daughters married in the space of one year (such joy...and stress!), but then my sons turned into quasi-prodigals. I call them "quasi-prodigals" because my sons would never deny the faith, in fact they still defend and share the Gospel, if you can imagine that. But they weren't - and aren't - living for Christ at all.
Life. Became. Very. Hard.
And you know what? There is more. But I will stop right there. Because it bothers me to this very day to talk about that dark season. I would be a fool not to hate it like I would hate any other destroyer. May even the memories rest in peace.
Suffice it to say, I have overcome overwhelming odds to be sitting here right now, this minute - not to mention laughing and mentoring and grandmothering and speaking and writing and making art and running a creative small business.
So who the heck cares if I say a replacement word occasionally, or that I like country music on days, or that I don't recycle like I should, or check my food for GMO's, or that I eat junk food on Tuesdays? For heaven's sake, I am here and I am blessed and I know I am fully loved!
You have to pick your battles, honey, and let me pick mine. I might go back to rabid self improvement later in life, but for now, I am a full-on Sola Gracia Girl.
By. Grace. Alone.
I'm juuuust happy to be here.
And happy to wake up, every single day.
It was nothing short of a radical message of grace that could crush my bondage.
Me. Who never thought I would ever know what slavery felt like.
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