processing thoughts: perceptions and performance

Why do I, or rather, why am I consumed by the idea hope that I will run into someone I know?
Yes, it’s a group of four, five specific people. It’s never my closest friends, or people I would happily say hello to, but rather the people I am no longer in talking relations with. I go into this 3rd person perspective and my facial muscles, my steps alter as I imagine they’re standing in the corner behind me or across the street right past my peripheral vision. I position myself in a scenario where I walk past them with either an expression of bliss or peace… confidence? (depending on that person). BUT WHY.

Perhaps I wish to convey a visual image of me doing “so well” or communicate “you missed out on awesomeness by rejecting me and by deciding I no longer bring value or joy in your life.” BUT WHY.

What is rooted so deep in me that I cannot just focus on my walking life? Why can’t I be more self-centered in these moments and not give a hoot about how I am perceived or could be perceived. Do I feel unsafe in crowded streets or cafes to be seen and perceived as doing “as they expected”… unchanged. The same broken person they once knew further affirming their decision for ending the thing that was once called us? Or is it just performance? To be percieved as evolved, more wiser, more full of grace than ever not to just them but to everyone I feel do not know me.

Unseen. Misunderstood. Nothing hurts more than revealing yourself and feeling unknown by the very people you spent time with. I once said I’d rather be alone than be with someone who doesn’t truly know and understand my heart, mind, and soul.

Church community becomes more difficult by the year for the years add up but it’s impossible to gather the knowledge and understanding of every single person. And reverse applying that to myself, how do I present myself that is digestible for next brother or sister walking past me in the lobby of our church without being shallow.

“God’s perception of me is all that matters” but then why are we told to connect and experience the glory of God in one another?

Can there be that much abundance of grace for the person sitting next to me and for myself. Can I fully submit to the beauty of mystery and honor ones internal digestion of what’s perceived?

You just want to be liked by everyone. but why? I sink into my seat defeated unable to see intothe vast darkness that is my past and soul. Lord help me to unveil. You brought me here to break this chain of thought and feeling. What euphoria do I search for that is not in you. What hole am I filling? And how was this hole made in the first place? Lord I pray for you to meet me right now.

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Is my love not enough for you? Do you not trust the love I pour to you day after day. You are well loved. You are lovely. You are worthy of love. Everyone who is passionate for connection and glory in one another has this hole and so you are not alone. One day, when we meet you will not remember the days you put on the posture and performance. You will stand exuding your heart’s joy and light. You will just ‘be’. I break this chain. Eyes and heart and mind on me.

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If God takes our brokenness and redeems them to victory, then he can take the skewed, misjudged thoughts and perceptions of others, and myself and use them for his glory.

Lord, I am in awe that you can even claim victory over passing thoughts and judgements. Fleeting wisps of destruction, Lord, none goes past you and you grip the gaseous air by the neck and say be gone. God I trust in your working spirit in those around me and those no longer around me. I pray for deep grieving and surrendering of people who tie me to my flesh and look only towards your spirit. May my lungs ring victory and may the enemy quake in fear for there is no stakehold on walking thoughts. May your protect the stream of my subconscious and may your glory reign. I may not be done yet but until I hold my sword and shield again, you are near and I am loved. Thank you Lord. In Jesus name, Amen.

– think grapefruit and thank God.

Planning the New Hampshire Trip / Father’s Heart

My parents have a tendency to not officially announce events or vacations until the week or day before.  For instance, I could have had a sleepover planned with a friend Saturday night, and my dad would call around 6pm and would say,”going to grandma’s birthday tonight, get ready.” Now over the years, they’ve definitely improved notifying me and my siblings about such plans and events ahead of schedule but this year was another year.
Most vacations my dad would be the one taking care of all the planning with the hotels, attractions, and time of when to depart but unfortunately, he was unable to make it because of his business and the responsibility fell on me knowing that my mom (who isn’t fluent in english) would have a long stressful struggle trying to figure things out.
2 days. They gave me two days notice to plan a trip to New Hampshire, and because I was busy the first day from previous plans, I only had Sunday to research and plan what to do because I didn’t really know what New Hampshire was about.
To be honest, I didn’t want to go, I wanted to stay home, rest, sleep, get some reading in and not spend money and time into going on a vacation so hastily with the responsibility of the enjoyment of the whole trip on me. It wasn’t even a family vacation because my dad was busy and my sister was in band camp for that week. But understanding my mom’s heart which wanted me and mostly my brother to experience different settings around the world, I reluctantly set my heart to planning a short vacation for me, my mom, and my brother.
The night before, I spent all night researching top attractions, their hours and prices, the locations, and a hotel that would be somewhat close to the ones I thought would be best. Finally around 5am, the day of the trip, I booked the hotel for that day and slept for 6 hours. I woke up had breakfast and went to wake up my brother.
Getting my brother out of his bed is the hardest thing to do because my couch potato brother can change his mind on an instant notice. All he would want to do is to stay home and play games on his laptop and makes up lame excuses to not go anywhere. “I don’t want to go cut my hair because you woke me up in a pissed mood”, “I don’t care about her concert, I just don’t want to go.” And I’ve done pretty well in trying to convince him to go out every time he tried stay home this summer, but that morning I didn’t want to hear it with my lack of sleep.
With my most loving-est, gentle-est sister voice, I tried to wake him up to get ready to go and he said, “I’m not going.”  My heart dropped and I didn’t even have energy to persuade him with a different attitude. “Come on, don’t do this,” I said exhausted. And he said no once more.
Something inside me snapped, the old me without patience for my younger brother came back, and the ugly came out. “HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?! I SPENT ALL NIGHT! ALL NIGHT! RESEARCHING THIS FAMILY TRIP SO THAT WE CAN HAVE A GOOD TIME!” A whole other sentences came out from disappointment, stress, exhaustion, frustration along with pillow whacking and wrestling his defences. I ran to my room and I couldn’t handle it anymore. I laid in bed sobbing and praying in distress knowing that today was the day of the trip and would also have to pack to drive 6 hours into NH.  Why God, why did you give me such a difficult brother, why did you make me first child, why is this family so broken? I spent all night researching, planning, for this trip that I didn’t even want to go to, and I have to deal with this? How could he say no? But in that moment I felt and understood some of God’s heart for me.
He must feel the way I feel when I say no to his plans for me. My Father who has this perfect plan for me, probably spent a lot more time then the night before to make sure things fall into place so that I may be able to experience whatever he has in store for me. But the moment I hesitate and turn away, if he had my heart, I’m sure he’d throw a tantrum as well but instead of whacking me with pillows he’d strike a lot more painful and furious things at me that I can’t imagine what would be anything but terrifying. Then I thought, Wow, what a Beautiful God we have to have given us Jesus to take our sins and his wrath upon him so that he may be able to show us grace and redeem us to make us whole.

We ended up going after my mom settled my brother’s heart, and had a spontaneous and fun time relaxing, hiking, and seeing awe-ing mountain tops. But the preparation for this trip would be the one thing I would never forget.

Father, thankyou. For so many things. For this imperfect family, for this opportunity to come to understand a bit of your heart for me and your children, for sending Jesus to die for our sins. Lord how can you have such a kind heart towards me, how can you hold yourself together when so many times I’ve turned away from you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I have failed in the past and will fail yet again once more but I pray Lord won’t your spirit of love overwhelm me to always bring me back to you. I have faith that you will always bring me back to your truth, your love and grace, your mercy and might, strength and peace. Put in me a spirit that desires to seek more of your heart, words, and truth. King Jesus, let me live my life to glorify your precious name high because you are everlasting. Let me not be tempted by this world and its patterns. I love you and I pray all these things in your son’s name, Amen.

Grace, You’ve shown me grace
You’ve lifted my shame
Drawn me with loving kindness
Washed whiter than snow
You have redeemed and made me whole

– You Have Won me by Bethel Music