1 Samuel 16 tells us the story of how David came to be anointed as king in place of Saul.
Jesse presents his sons to Samuel in order of his assumption of who was most likely to be chosen. In their culture, men divided the privilege, power and wealth of their households to their sons according to their birth order, so Jesse leans into his culture’s values and perspectives when choosing who to present to Samuel for his consideration, and in what order.
It appears as if David’s own father didn’t think he was king material. Not only did his own father not even present him as a candidate to Samuel - he wasn’t even invited to the banquet being hosted at his own house. According to the people who “knew him best” his place was in the field with the sheep.
Or what if it had nothing to do with whether or not he had potential to lead a nation - Think about his track record as a shepherd: David could kill lions and bears with his bare hands. Maybe it’s not that his dad didn’t think he was good enough to lead a nation, maybe his dad just didn’t have anyone as good as him to care for the sheep. Ie: my theory anyway is that MAYBE he wasn’t invited to the party, or presented to Samuel for consideration because his dad was protecting his own interests, and his decision had nothing to do with what he saw/didn’t see in David (later, when David kills Goliath we see how David was able to go to the battlefield with a care package for his because his father did in fact, have people he could delegate the responsibility to :P)
Samuel (the prophet/man of God) looked at each of Jesse’s sons and evaluated them according to what he thought a king and military leader should LOOK like. It literally took the voice of God to be like: seriously... how well did that work out for us last time - There is someone else.
Friends here’s what I’m seeing:
- People keeping you in their place for you is probably more about it being convenient for them that you stay there. Ie: it represents a truth about them, what they think they want/need; and may have very little to do with you at all.
- If God wants you in a certain room, he will get you in there.
- The fields in which we feel “stuck” shepherding can change everything...
The most popular song of all time.. (Look it up) is psalm 23, even notorious BIG/gangsta rap has a version!
A hymn, written by David, inspired by his time as a shepherd about HIS shepherd.
That psalm has gone on to bless and inspire and change the lives of millions of people around the world for thousands of years.
There would be no Psalm 23 without David’s season tending to sheep.It went beyond and into places he could not have even begun to comprehend.
Don’t limit yourself, your ideas or reach because you can’t see as far as God can.
Just create it because it’s what’s coming out of your heart in adoration, in worship, in service. Put it out there, and let God take care of the rest.
In my own life I have spent way too much time feeling bound & held back by what I believed to be other people’s perceptions of me. I have stood aside, waiting for others to see, name and celebrate what I had been hoping was there all along. My hunches about David’s father cannot be substantiated - and I guess that's the point of the story- we can never know for sure what's going on inside someone’s heart & mind - and we don’t need to: our challenge or our act of faith is to proceed along the path we have been called to in spite of our fears, assumptions and desire for acceptance or approval that we may never get.
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For years I was praised & rewarded for being and giving and doing anything anyone needed.
For years I stretched myself to just shy of my breaking point:
Working anything from 2-4 jobs to pay the bills
While completing my bachelors degree remotely (but still traveling back and forth to a major city for 3-4 days at a time every month)
While volunteering every other additional hour I had at our local church.
I was losing weight rapidly.
I was frequently sick.
I was anxious - and experiencing extremely painful and debilitating chest pain more and more frequently.
I angry, resentful & bitter.
On the outside I was the model church goer, basically embodying the checklist of requirements that was implicitly and explicitly given to us in exchange for what I was so desperate for: Those elusive feelings of belonging.
On the inside I was a completely different person… but a polished exterior can only get you so far for so long.
Sooner or later the mess on the inside starts to seep through the cracks, and as much as I tried to prevent that - one day mine did too.
That was when I learnt that what I was doing was far from selfless - sure, the actions checked all the boxes - but on the inside it was completely selfish, it was all about me and for me, basically exchanging labor for love, exchanging commitment for community, exchanging every fibre of my being for belonging.
My box-checking was motivated by fear - not compassion - and the more I allowed myself to be propelled forward by fear, whatever compassion was left inside me was being suffocated by comparison.
I was merciless and gracless on the inside, and I was starting to use the same standards of “never-enough” as my ruler on the people around me too.
It wasn’t until after an explosive emotional meltdown at work that I started to see the truth of who I was, and who I was becoming for what it was.
I was hustling for my worth, trespassing on the emotional property of the people around me in a desperate attempt to discover who I was, and whether or not I mattered…
Here’s what I learnt about “doing the right thing” - It's not about what it looks like outwardly, but what's going on inside. I did the right things, but for the wrong reasons. Its also not just about the actions themselves. It's also about the fruit that those actions bear. My outward “right thing to do” actions were bearing fruit of bitterness, jealousy, strife, anxiety, hopelessness, depression, gossip and illness.
We need to be so careful of what we call faithful. Good. Christian. Are we talking just about behaviors or about the orientation of our hearts? My good, faithful, Christian actions were putting men on a pedestal and my own belonging was my god. The beliefs that were driving my actions were completely devoid of love, faith, trust. I believed that I had to earn my place in the world, in my church and in heaven - I was completely engulfed in the quest for self-righteousness - I was far from grace. In fact, I looked down on grace, was repulsed by it even. How dare I or anyone for that matter rest in the truth that they are loved as they are, and that in Christ, they are enough - that whoever and whatever they bring to the table - in whatever condition - is all they are expected to bring.
My choice was simple - continue on the familiar path I was on, journeying on toward a lifetime of brokenness and dysfunction driven by fear… or choose a new one, completely uncharted, armed only with faith and the hope that on that new road toward wholeness, I would not be alone, and that there was indeed a person of value worth discovering out there. I would need a completely new set of navigation tools, deeply held beliefs, and as it turns out - new traveling companions out there, but my options were basically new and scary - or death.
I chose new.
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I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea. I was alone at the center of Waco's tourism hub with my 2 bigs, a very rambunctious toddler whose only speed is FAST, and no stroller.
Destination: The Magnolia Silos.
My oldest daughter’s choice: It was spring break and each big got to choose one treat and special outing - and she wanted Jo’s famous cupcakes and a stroll around the grounds in the sunshine.
I could have chosen a PDO day (I wish I had) but I believed in myself and Ellie (actually I didn’t - we were just out of time and I felt obligated to keep my promise).
The whole adventure was doomed to failure and I knew it from the minute we arrived at the parking lot.
Part 1: The cupcake line of doom
To procure a Magnolia Silos cupcake you need to wait in the Silos Bakery Co. line - which usually winds around the corner and up the street where you wait patiently, quietly, out of oncoming traffic for your turn. Noone told Ellie - we were chasing, catching, releasing her for about 30mins (how many gray hairs can a woman grow in 30mins?) before she was let loose inside the bakery while the other kids took their sweet time deciding which flavor cupcake to get.
I could feel the anxiety (and rage) bubbling up inside of me - this was DEFINITELY a BAD idea, but salvation was within reach - on the other side of my older two’s indecision was the green space where toddlers could run and play to their heart’s content.
Or so I thought.
Part 2: Green space (a toddlers playground)
Magical in theory.
Toddler is on a rampage sabotaging at least 5 different family’s game of corn hole, standing in and squishing the cupcakes I tortured myself to procure before realzing there are no fences in Magnolia- just lots of space, people, and most importantly - breakables. So many breakables.
After running after and retrieving her 6 times in an attempt to leave my bigs to enjoy what was left of their cupcakes in peace, I could basically hear the timebomb inside of me ticking away. We were on the brink of a maternal Chernobyl.
It's time to go home.
I didn't need to do much work to figure out what my boundaries were in that moment - what was required of me to create a fun-filled afternoon out at the Silos was not within my possession - we needed to try again another time.
This is where my morning nearly went even more pear shaped.
I am the mom. I am supposed to be the leader//strong//together//calm one - part of my cultural upbringing leans me into embodying this in a stern, no-nonsense, “because I said so”, armored-up posture with my kids, and especially when I am basically swimming in mom-shame to begin with. I need that feeling to go away, and when I don't catch myself on time, I become a jerk so that I can stop feeling so powerless.
What I have learnt about what I am pre-disposed to is that it cuts me off from my children in moments when we need connection with one another most.
I have learnt that I can ask for what I need, without demanding it. I can lead my children without controlling them. I can make an executive decision, and still be completely honest about where I am at and why I have decided what I have. ie: I can treat myself and my children with dignity, especially in moments when shame is doing its best to strip us of whatever dignity we have.
I was about to blow-up at my children, so we needed to leave. But my daughter had been looking forward to and planning this outing for weeks - In an attempt to save face, nurture my wounded pride and hide away from all the mom-guilt and mom-shame that was piling up inside of me by the second - I could crush her creative spirit with one solid - “because I am the mom and because I can”...
This is what I chose instead:
“Guys, I am very sorry to have to do this - I need to take responsibility for how poorly I planned out our week. I chose the wrong day for this and I own that. I also didn’t plan for the support I would need to have a blast with you today, and on top of all of that I am feeling very overwhelmed with fear for ellies safety, for your safety and to be honest, for what I am imagining the people around us are thinking about me as a mom. My fear and my pride has bubbled up out of me as anger, frustration and impatience. Please forgive me for being unkind, and for cutting our time together at the silos short. Please let me try again another time.”
My big kids looked at me blankly for what felt like an eternity before they leaned in and gave me the biggest, bestest group hug I didn’t even know I needed. Ellie even climbed in for some of the action.
“Ok mama, but could we try taking Ellie to the garden section for a minute first. I bet she would enjoy playing with us on the toadstools in the corner.”
“Ok. Let's give it a try.”
They were right - they all had a blast, the toddler was more or less contained and I got to sit for 5mins at a time.
We made it to the car in one piece and then drove through Cameron Park with all the windows open while we sang at the top of our lungs.
The Silos were a bust, but we had a pretty awesome day, and we got home exactly how I hoped we would: more connected and closer as a family.
Mama friends, here is what I hope you hear:
You’re allowed to acknowledge you can’t do something if you don’t have the capacity to do it.
You’re allowed to/should be setting boundaries with your kids if how you’re doing motherhood right now is filling your heart with resentment and frustration.
Taking responsibility and being held accountable doesn't have to have anything to do with shame. I think they're badges of honor.
You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not to be a great mom.
Don’t take your two your old to Magnolia without an extra pair of grown-up hands, leash or a stroller with industrial strength straps. It's just not worth it.
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Nurturing, nourishing and flourishing are best friends.
As women, we tend to loose ourselves in the nurturing and nourishing of the loves around us - but we NEED to make a point of not forgetting to pour some of that nurture and nourishment into ourselves too.
We are the carers, the nurturers of others - we pour into our littles and our sisters and our loves and we want only for them to flourish.
I’ve been thinking of those acts, feminine & maternal inclinations and I wonder sometimes why we have such a hard time accepting those gifts for ourselves, why it’s so difficult to turn some of that mothering inward. .
My developing and growing understanding of self-care is best described as self- mothering. The best Mamas make you eat your veg, go to bed on time and take a nap. They also give you ice cream for dessert, give you hugs when you fail, cheer when you succeed and always, always love you just as you are while being able to see what you are going to become.
My goal with self care is mothering. It’s to Instill rhythms of nourishment and nurture. Nurtured and Nourished Women are Flourishing Women. Flourishing women, nurture and nourish others.
Friends, sisters, mamas, daughters: as you nurture and nourish the loves around you. Don’t forget to pour some of that into yourself. 🌼🌸🌼
One of my favorite self-mothering tools/practices is the establishment & maintenance of healthy boundaries.
When you are watering & weeding everyone else's gardens - your own flourishing suffers and you'll have nothing to sustain and nourish you in the harvest season.
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One of the most valuable lessons growing plants has taught me is that growth truly is a mysterious and miraculous force, it is also a pretty straightforward process. .
To flourish plants need sunlight, water and good soil. Yes, each plant needs them in different ratios but if you give them what they need, growth will do the rest. .
I think humans are the same. I see it in myself, my children and my people - we need the right nourishment, and we grow. Sometimes we put waaaaay too much energy trying to “Will” growth into being, we should focus our energy on figuring out what they are and then making sure the right conditions are met. This is true with basic human needs, it’s also true of our higher aspirations. .
I know my body needs nourishing food, enough sunlight, movement, connection with other humans, connection with God and a healthy dose of solitude to flourish. .
Yet, sometimes I am forgetful about this very basic fact of life and I tear out ahead of myself and I for example, don't eat for 6 hours, sleep for only 5 and barely drink enough water to fill two glasses... oh and don't forget how I wash it down with copious amounts of caffeine - thats a recipe for winning right there (JK).
I found myself alone in the park on a sunny spring afternoon this past Sunday. As I spread myself out on the handmade family quilt and looked up at the foliage above and all around me, I noticed how all the trees had suffered considerable losses after the arctic storm that just 6 weeks ago, brought all of Texas to a screeching halt. Usually by this time of the year, our spring is in full force but the delayed onset of our usual beautiful greenery was especially noticeable.
I noticed the buds and imagined how in just a couple of weeks all will be as it should. The leaves matter - but these older trees (way older than me even) had root systems way deeper than the freeze line, and so despite loosing some of their beauty, maintained all of their strength - and so their beauty would return - all I needed to be, was patient.
I wondered about how much of my energy over the past few weeks had been channeled towards my own "greenery" - fragile beauty for the world to see and enjoy, but so very fickle in the face of bad weather.
I thought about how, were I to channel that same efforts into the soil around my root systems, how much stronger, resilient and ultimately fruitful my life's garden would become.
I have a giggle at my priorities sometimes, but the truth is that I can examine them and figure out what I TRULY prioritize.
My afternoon in the park by myself was in of itself a last resort to nurture my roots for the sake of my foliage as a weekend of to few hours asleep and a generous helping of toddler vomit wore at my margins and I felt myself fraying at the edges.
My own commitment right now has returned to my roots.
The roots that will sustain me through the winter, the roots that will anchor me in the wind. No-one sees the work or into the world of the soil, but we notice which trees didn't survive the ice storm.
I wrote this after my afternoon in the park, I hope it nourishes & encourages your heart as it did mine:
Sometimes when the wind rises up against you and you feel it in your branches... they sway, it plays through your leaves, and together with your dead and decaying limbs, some fall to the ground.
Don’t mistake the movement for trepidation. Your trunk holds you firm, your deepest roots sleep soundly through the rustle.
The pruning is no cause for alarm when your roots are deep, and at rest. The loss you feel is not loss, but clearing and then gain.
Buried & unseen roots are what makes you strong and will keep you standing in the wind, not the celebrated foliage.
You’re beautiful in the winter. Naked, but still there.
You’re beautiful in the summer. Lush, winter’s faithfulness bearing its fruit.
Onlookers relish only in what they can see, and use, and enjoy.
What will you relish in? What will you tend to? Where will you throw your nurturing?
Towards the sky, where winds blow at your work?
Toward the earth? Where only you and the One who sees into the darkness can go?
Whose gaze are you tending to?
Leaves scatter in the wind. Deeply rooted, you’ll weather the seasons.
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