Rescue: to free or deliver from any confinement
The rescue begins with recognizing that rescue is in order. And sometimes, the rescue is more a process than a singular event. And sometimes, after being rescued, we go right back into that place of comfortable(?) confinement.
1999It began when I was at a crop night, my youngest (at the time) was 8 months old. Though nursing, I would be able to stay more than two hours because it was his bedtime. Although a party in full swing on the other side of the divider disturbed some of the ladies, it was peaceful to me. I recognized a need to be me – whoever that was – apart from “Mommy.”
A friend asks me to write an article for her magazine. I think about it and begin writing. Fifteen minutes later I hand her a draft. As I read it, I think, “Whoa! Where did that come from?”
I completed a gift assessment in preparation for a coaching session. Part of what she identified was that I was a connector. That is, I enjoyed seeing how I could bring people together with each other or with experiences, based on commonalities. After reviewing the results, I told the coach that it seemed as though I had been more reserved, but I was beginning to open up more. Then she asked, “Have you ever considered that perhaps that is how you started out, but circumstances drove you to a more reserved state? Perhaps you are not becoming someone new, but returning to who you were created to be… Mic drop!
My parents moved to Indianapolis, Indiana. My family and I had been their caregivers for at least fifteen years. I did not realize how tired I was. I slept for at least two weeks after they left. Friends would ask what I planned to do with all the time I now had. Earlier in life, I would have tried to fill those blank spaces on the calendar. I at least knew better than to add anything the Lord did not specifically bring my way. During that season (my parents have since moved back to town), I learned the value of margin.
Two-and-one-half of our five children have finished our homeschool. The youngest begins his freshman year this fall. I have been asked what I plan to do when they all leave the nest. I realized that I don’t have to find something new – I already have a personal life. I live it in such a manner that my children know that I feel truly blessed by strawberries, time to scrapbook, planning in my Happy Planner and gift cards to Barnes and Nobles and Amazon. They also know that I am content getting lost in and found by the Word of God, especially with Bible journaling, and by teaching mentoring and encouraging others.
As I watch my daughter and her friends, I am amazed that even they have girls within to rescue. Why all the talk about rescue? My dear friend, Chrystal Evans Hurst, has written a book – She’s Still There: Rescuing the Girl in You. I am enjoying her writing, being blessed as she shares her heart and “practical ways to connect with your next God-given next steps.”