Beautiful Feet

If you have kept up with me, this is my one word 365 blog. I didn't really want to take on the responsibility of another blog, and this January I became a part of The Brave Girl Community.

So, I will actually just post excerpts here from time to time of the brave girl posts I'm writing and then list a link for you to jump over and read the rest. :)

Trust is definitely being developed within me and the Holy Spirit is becoming a more and more familiar strength and friend.

Here's the post in its entirety: http://bravegirlcommunity.com/2014/08/21/beautiful-are-the-feet/ ‎

And, if you want to read a piece before committing to another link, here you go:

I have two very good feet. I was born with all ten toes. I have been able to walk without problems for the duration of my 30 plus years here on Earth.
So why don't I like my feet?
My toes are a mix of my Dad's toes and my Mom's toes. I could point out to you that my first large toe and last two toes are all the same as his, but that my second and third are exact copies of my mother's toes.
I don't really dislike my toes, but they do make it difficult to purchase shoes that are not "open-toed" as their lengths are not uniform or standard for today's fashion.
And this, perhaps is where the dislike begins. Today's fashion. Marketing professionals are great at what they do. They find feet that they deem "flawless", "perfect", "the standard of beauty", and then they photograph them. If the photograph isn't just right, they will alter it to "put their best foot forward."
(sorry, I couldn't resist)
Along with the perfect toenails, which are not flat to the foot but have a slight roundness to the base, the toes are all lined up just like rows in a neatly planted garden. Not one is crooked, not one is too long compared to its sister. These toes often have a nice manicure and perhaps a coat of lovely lacquer as well.

In junior high I began to have communal shower/locker room exposure. My feet also were exposed to that environment and I began to have imperfections on my skin. My perfect feet now had times of peeling which were treated and cured until it came back.
By high school I began to dislike my feet even more. Instead of pretty, smooth skin that resembled my palms, I had rough white layers on the balls of my feet and on the outsides. I was very active, and that is a natural result of all the time spent on my feet, hiking, playing sand volleyball, indoor volleyball, working fast food, etc.
As an adult I visited a podiatrist, who wasn't concerned when he saw my feet, just told me to sand them. "You can even use a dremel on them."
Within the last few years, I've jammed both my big toes and damaged the nail beds and I've kind of given up hope that I'll ever even have toenails that cover my entire toe again.
When I met my now-husband, and we were dating, he one time wanted to give me a foot rub with some lotion. I resisted. I could not understand why he would want to touch my feet. I would often say, "God put my feet as far away from my eyes as possible as He knew it was the body part I liked the least."
That's pretty cruel to say. And, I believe it's disrespectful to myself AND to the one who made me!

No longer friendless

Here's an excerpt from my latest post of what God has been teaching me.
You can read the full article at: http://bravegirlcommunity.com//2014/08/12/friendless-no-more/

"I remember still the day they came by when our second born was about to have a birthday. They were going to move out of town for a new job, and he had gone ahead of her and the children. We were still supposed to have a month together, but just like that, she was leaving town! It felt like a piece of me left town with her. I was so pained and depressed. How often do you have a friend that is perfect for you whose children are so close in age to your own? I had other friends whose kids were off-set by a year with my own or whose youngest matched the age of my oldest. They played together, but it wasn’t easy for me with the moms as we weren’t exactly at the same points in life.
I’ve had some great friendships since then, but it seems to be a pattern for me. I’ll get really close to a friend, and then, right when I’m appreciating the depth of the friendship and the trust we’ve built, she has to move away...
Does this mean I should not invest ever again in a deep relationship? Though my short-term dark-mood pity-party self might want to say “yes,” Jesus is reminding me of something else.
I’m not the only person to want or need a deep friendship. His Holy Spirit is going to meet my deepest needs, but He knows I need fellowship.

“And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.“ (Hebrews 10:24-25 NIV)

Trusting A Stranger

Today while in my kitchen, I looked out the window and noticed our mammoth cat, Bubba. He was on top of the netting on our strawberry plants. I'm not kidding, he weighs over 18 pounds and is only 2 years old. He looks like a gray lynx (he's part Mainecoon).

I was also hearing a lot of noise from neighborhood birds, which is uncommon in the afternoon. They prefer late evening or early morning.

Once I got out there, I realized that there was a robin stuck in the netting and Bubba was very interested in this hard-to-get "treat".

An American robin. Mine looked very much like this one.

At first, I tried to assess whether the bird was actually stuck or just trapped under the netting. I was trying to avoid touching it as I knew it was scared and I didn't want to get pecked. It was lying so still I thought perhaps it was playing dead. It then panicked and tried to escape, but I realized it was in pain from Bubba stepping on the netting and trying to get underneath.

I shooed him away and placed one hand on the bird, speaking in a soothing tone and shushing it much like I did for my children when they were babies. To my amazement, it became completely calm. I held it gently but firmly to the ground while I pulled the netting away from its wings and feet, but it was soon evident that this determined bird had put its head completely through the mesh square and I'd need to cut it free.

I asked one of my three girls to go inside and fetch me the kitchen scissors. Once she came out, I clipped the netting until it was free, but before I could actually remove the square from its head, it flew away from me. I was trying to pull the tiny square off its neck rather than cutting so close, but the bird could sense the net was no longer holding on. First it flew to our roof, and sat for a while just looking at us. It then turned and flew up high into our neighbor's maple tree.

There is something about making eye contact with a wild animal. And something truly amazing about getting to touch an animal that is not tame, but that is at peace with you. I don't recommend going out and trying to pet a cougar or anything, but this bird could sense that I was trying to help it and it was completely calm while I worked on freeing it.

My biggest concern was that Bubba had injured the bird, but based on its quick flight, I don't think the bird lost anything besides some calm and some downy undercoat feathers. I secured the netting better, and we've harvested some of those bright red berries, since clearly, they were ripe.

Genesis speaks of Adam and the animals in Eden. Revelation speaks of a new heaven and earth. I believe that there will be a trust between humans and animals in that new earth, and today, I had a glimpse of it.

It's a moment I don't think I'll forget.

~Tammy

This is Bubba. If I were a robin, I'd be scared too.

One day without God...

"Tammy, I have a challenge for you. Try pretending you're an atheist for a week. Just trying thinking about the world and going about things as if there is no God. Try and feel what it is like to be an atheist for a week. Recondition your thoughts and your thinking to just thinking, "well maybe there isn't a God". If there is a God, and your faith is strong, then this should be nothing but a walk in the park. But try it nonetheless."
I'm in conversations with some people I love, and we disagree on God and His existence and His role in our lives. The above challenge was issued to me. And, the more I think about it, I'm not sure I could do this even for a day.

What is funny, is the last line. "If there is a God, and your faith is strong, then this should be nothing but a walk in the park."

Because there is no question in my mind that God is real, and my faith in Him is so strong, this is a very difficult challenge to me. How can I spend an entire day not thinking about someone I'm in love with? By trying not to think about Him, I think about Him more. Every thought toward Him in my head is a conversation. I pray often for people as they come to mind. To try and cut that off, even for a day?
It's like telling somebody who has been in a long-distance relationship for 14 years to imagine life without your love for even a day. Well, maybe that person doesn't really exist. :)

What proof can we give for love to others, though? Something that is internal, that is not simply emotional, but the emotions are one of the proofs? I don't doubt His existence because I have experienced his Holy Spirit in answer to years of prayer. When you've encountered somebody, you no longer doubt their existence. They're real because you've met them.

This is not a scientific discussion, and for me, I am at a loss for words.

If my faith were weak, if God was just a convenient way for me to feel better about myself after I "make a mistake" and then I can go on with my life selfishly as before, then it would be much easier.
"Oh sure, God is just who I make Him to be and really I am the answer to all my problems."

I have been striving for the last year to remove myself from the throne in my heart and to allow God to take up His residence there. To submit to His authority. To relinquish control over my life, over the lives I'm entrusted to care for. And? I am stumbling often, but my heart is yearning for it to be a victory!

I completely trust God that He will do what He says He will do. He never breaks His word. So, this is one of the discussions that causes my loved ones to recoil. "How could a loving God allow..."
As a parent, I've had to carry out consequences and I was grieved. At times, we state consequences, hoping the child will be deterred by the magnitude. We try to teach impulse control at a young age to prevent larger destructive choices later. (drunk driving would be one)Sometimes my consequences have been rashly stated, much to my regret afterward. I am not saying God's consequences are rash, but I do see examples in the Old Testament of mediation intervening a complete destruction of mankind.
We appeal to His mercy, and once Jesus came, mercy was available to everyone, not just His chosen people.

So, I could pretend to do this for discussion's sake, but in my heart, I would still be conversing and aware and in love with He who made me to love Him. He won my heart and I could never go back now that I know Him.

Have you ever been challenged to do something in regard to your faith?
How did it play out?

~Tammy

Omission destroys trust...

To tell you the truth, keeping yet another blog is too much work for me. I'm regularly posting now on the Brave Girl Community website.

My post I wrote today actually deals well with trust and so I'll just hotlink it here so I don't have to re-post it for you.  "Independently Hurting" is the title.
In summation, if you are trusting in yourself, when you get into trouble you will harm your trust levels with those around you. I'm so thankful for a God who loves us and truly, if "In God We Trust", there will be so much freedom!

~Tammy

Not as easy as I thought...

For some reason, I thought this would be easy.
Pick a word, change your life, all for one easy payment of one year of your time.

It has not been easy.

When you invite God in to clean and rearrange, be prepared to see your house (heart) turned completely upside-down in a good and necessary way!

Oh boy, is He doing a good work and how I want to complain during some of it.
You see, His interior design isn't aligning with my color scheme. Or my furniture.
In fact, I'm starting to think that the only thing that He's going to leave alone is the foundation of the house (because it's His...built on His Word).

If you don't want me to re-type everything I'm thinking, follow my regular posts at tammysincerity.blogspot.com and there may be more frequent updates than on here.

Still, He is constantly doing something new. He is working on me regarding Expectations.

He is also working on my attitude and waking up depending on Him.
Psalm 90:14 (NIV) states: Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.

If I am truly satisfied internally, I won't be using food, beverages, friends, family, or anything else to meet my emptiness. His love can satisfy me EVERY morning, and I will sing for joy and be glad ALL of my days!

Doesn't that sound wonderful?

As the year progresses, I hope to live out that promise. For now, I have days where I remember to ask, and days where I finish exhausted, and then I remember.

For those of you curious about the photos, the first is the original design of our 1959 house. Second is an "in progress" photo of our bathroom remodel in our house several years ago, and the above photo is the finished project.


~Tammy

Things are happening...

Wow. All you have to do is step out in faith and things start to happen!
Already this year, I'm praying more, getting up earlier, and hearing confirmation of the thoughts God's putting into my head from other people, devotionals, etc!

One exciting opportunity was to begin writing as a "regular contributor" on the new website, Brave Girl Community.
I started with my first entry on "trust"
Here's the link:
http://bravegirlcommunity.com/2014/01/05/trust/

And, those thoughts tied into the Unveiled Wife discussion on day 8 of "Wife After God" on a Facebook group event going through her amazing book of the same name.https://www.facebook.com/events/243715902461717/permalink/250351391798168/

"Realize that your spouse, your children, their performance will never fill you and your disappointment of unmet expectations will further your emptiness. Only God can fill the longings for acceptance that daily hit us like hunger pains!" - Tammy Belau

 Sunday, I even wrote a song (not a new experience for me, I've been writing songs for a while) and I've recorded it. It's not a polished recording as I just recorded it about an hour after writing it and hadn't memorized my own words and music yet. God has been teaching me that it's about Him.

To God be the glory. That's it. We're not humans as much as we're mini-me representations of the Almighty. "Made in His image."

Why do we exist? To bring Him glory. To lead others to know what peace is found in His presence when we are TRUSTING Him.

So, here's the rough link to the song. I'll stop apologizing. I don't mess up that badly, I'm just having to let go of my standard of perfection and start being real.
http://www.youtube.com/edit?o=U&video_id=x7nGKkq0spc
This song isn't about how great or not great Tammy performs it...it's about living for God's glory and doing things so He gets the credit!

~Tammy