Hellooooo?!?!? Anybody out there? It’s been a LONG time since you’ve heard from me! “The End of the Story” will soon go back on the shelf…but don’t stop reading yet! There’s something new and exciting coming up after the holidays! Until then, here’s a little peek at things to come:
If you took a random survey of my friends and family, I’m guessing there would be several words used consistently to describe me. “Rebel” would probably NOT be one of those words. I was always the good girl in school, in church, at home…pretty much everywhere. I just never quite mastered what I considered to be an art – the act of rebelling against…anything. I’m not loud or conspicuous. Nope, on the surface there’s nothing the least bit rebellious about me. But now, just a flick of my wrist might change that idea.
In reality, my first major act of rebellion occurred more than seventeen years ago when I summoned all my courage and escaped an unhealthy, destructive marriage. Being divorced, raising three boys virtually alone for much of their lives…I’d never imagined such a life for myself. But then again, I’d never imagined how much strength God would give me when I needed it most. I will forever treasure those days. They were a precious gift. Then in the blink of an eye, those days were gone. My boys became men and although the youngest is still at home, the proverbial nest will soon be empty.
A funny thing happens when you’re no longer “needed” quite so much as a mom. You start to realize that it’s been a while since you thought about…you. At first it seemed weird and wrong. Like wearing clothes that didn’t fit quite right. It was just so uncomfortable to focus on myself. But I did it anyway. And a rebel was born.
With the encouragement of Lisa, my dear friend and Wellness Coach (once you’ve finished reading here, check her out at http://www.lisacapehart.com/), I began to rebel against lies I believed about my body. I rejected old habits and embraced new possibilities. For the first time in a long time, I’m no longer afraid to look in the mirror.
While I was as it, I began to rebel against a few other ideas as well. Nearly a decade after my first marriage ended, I remarried. My dear husband loves my sons as if they were his own and I do not doubt his love for me. But. These years have been filled with circumstances and issues that threatened to tear us apart. Once again, I had to summon all my courage. Not to escape, rather, because I knew my husband’s heart, I bravely reached for his hand and held tight. I will continue to rebel against the forces that would destroy our marriage.
But wait! There’s more! I’m a housewife. There I said it. And guess what…I enjoy being a housewife, although I think “Domestic Diva” has a much nicer ring to it. This has been my job for nearly seven years now and I don’t mind giving up a few material possessions in exchange for working at home. Yes, I do work at home. So I’m rebelling against the notion that my life is of no value because I don’t earn a paycheck.
Once and for all, I am rebelling against the belief that I have to fit myself into someone else’s idea of what my life should be. I’ll have lots more to write about this subject beginning in early 2012. I hope you’ll join me!! Until then, I’ll be reposting a favorite story or two just for fun.
Hmmm…what am I forgetting? Oh yeah, remember I told you that a flick of my wrist my show off my new rebellious nature? Last month I did it. I got a tattoo. A beautiful butterfly and the word “hope” on the inside of my wrist. There’s a story there for another time. But for now, I like to think of it as the art of rebellion.
So how about you? Are you a rebel by nature? If not, has there ever been a circumstance or time in your life that prompted you to stage your own little revolution? Tell us your story of rebellion – good, bad or ugly – we promise only to laugh and cry with you, no judgment or criticism allowed! You’re among friends here! xoxo