Touch the Wall

Who am I?….What am I?… Where am I?…..

Questions that have crossed many a mind in their life’s journey.

Life can burst forth with such excitement and purpose when we start out in the youngness of our minds.

The world seems to linger on our fingertips…ours to do with wherever our passions lead us….the sky seems to be the limit.

So we charge foreword in our quest to pursue our passions and gifts…our hearts full of promise.

Then along the journey, the closer we get to the “promise land” of our pursuits.. our passions…the further away we seem to be.

And then you see it…and then maybe you don’t… In big neon letters…

“People pleaser”

The imposter has moved in. The “you” has taken a back seat. The exaustion in your passion does not come from your dedication or endless exausting hours of hard work, rather …from the imposter.

The people pleasing keeps you hostage and acts as a harsh task master to the point of you losing focus…and ultimately your passion that was always inside of you…. starts to die under the crushing weight.

You hit the unforgiving wall.

You’re exausted.

Throwing everything away seems to sooth your mind in the moment….everything that says “you” in your passion..

.you are throwing away you.

The imposter..the people pleaser has taken over the real you.

The who has been defined.

The domino effect takes over and the what am I is defined. Failure

The next domino falls… where am I…

Done with your dreams ..done with your passions.. done with you. All because of the imposter.

I loved sewing for my 4 little girls…thier pretty little coats and dresses…I loved planting flowers in the dirt in front of my little green house…I loved visiting with the elderly…I loved babysitting my friend’s babies…I loved baking treats for my neighbours..I loved writing ..I loved painting art…. And the list goes on.

But the imposter took over and my passions were chained to the people pleaser… And the joy was zapped.

My time on “The Bench” over the years with my God, led me to recognize the imposter as He invited me down a different road…a road of rest…rest from wearing the imposter mask with my true identity in Him that was always meant to be the root for the gifts and passions he had given me to share with the world.

In swimming, athletes touch the wall at the end of the lap..but they don’t stay there…it’s not an end, it’s a place where the wall becomes a springboard to a 180 that leads to the finish.. perhaps the gold.

Don’t let the wall of People pleasing defeat be your end and leave the world around you with less or even none of your gift.

Let the wall of exaustion and the end of people pleasing be your springboard to a 180 …find you again. the you you were created to be.

Kick the imposter to the curb…

Paint that picture, plant those flowers, visit that neighbor, make that record sew that dress…write that book.

Go for the gold…

And touch the wall.

The “Masterpiece”

Spending some time in the dining room of the local seniors manor , I entered into a conversation with a group of lovely ladies who had lived much life already.

One “young” lady was still amazingly sharp at 91. Her snow white hair beautifully framed her seasoned face telling of many years experienced. yet her dancing, piecing blue eyes told of a life that had been worth living no matter how the story had been written.

Our conversation led us to her fascinating travels and youth work experienced in her lifetime and well past her “retirement” years. Stories of her family were her favourite. Her eyes smiled even brighter.

When she started telling about all the writing she had done over the years.. I was all in. She spoke with such love in her steady voice of a special project she had tackled a number of years back which came in the form of a memoir, written especially as a legacy for her eight children and their families and for generations to come. A Christmas gift from her heart to theirs.

She had my whole heart by now.

She shared of how she still journaled daily as she gently pulled her baby blue journal she had been clasping close to her heart…and how much joy it still gave her.

I needed no convincing.

My heart had the true pleasure of listening to this young lady still tell about her life and how blessed and grateful she was for every experience no matter what Life’s picture had painted for her in her 91 years so far.

Her spirit, her heart, had many more years in her no matter what her 91 year old body was whispering to her.

This was not the end… only the beginning…of something new…everyday that she was still here.

As our conversation came to an end (my heart could have listened all day) I thought about how incredibly inspiring and encouraging this lady sharing her life in this moment was even in this winter season of her long life. Her life stories…her writings…her attitude.. and most importantly, the centre of it all..her God who had walked beside her all 91 years.

I walked away that day, encouraged and more than inspired to keep up with my own writing journey, keeping a perspective of joy and hope… always.

Most reading this will not be 91. But if you are, even more for you. I heard from this amazing life filled lady that life does not only not end at 70…80…or even 90, but seems to “begin” if the heart attitude is right and full of hope and joy salted and flavoured with “moments on the bench” with our God.

She clearly had found the center of her joy on life’s winding road…her “spot on the bench”.

This young lady inspired all who crossed her path. She enjoyed painting a “picture” of her own “masterpiece”…her life… with her words. And in doing so encouraged other to paint their own with thier own gifts, experiences.

That day she encouraged me to continue finding my “spot on the bench”…the life behind my words…

My own life’s “masterpiece” painted by the One who joins me on “the bench”

Today, find your spot “on the bench”…and begin painting your own “masterpiece”♥️