Fake Your Way Into Feeling It

Fake Your Way Into Feeling It

~Janet’s Blog

Is there a place to hide here?

My heart was pumping so hard I thought it was going to jump out of my chest. I found myself staring at the exit sign in the church sanctuary just 30 feet away and thinking, “Maybe if I ran fast enough no one would see me escape!?”

It had been awhile since I had sung a solo and accompanied myself on the guitar. After five years of not being able to play, due to chronic pain in my hands, I was still getting back into the swing of things. It had been only a recent discovery that playing, while it still hurt, didn’t result in a huge increase in pain for days. Before the chronic pain began, I regularly played in public. But that was five years ago. Back when I didn’t think about it. Today, I felt like a fake and the EXIT sign was looking quite inviting. The sermon felt like it was going on forever and yet I never wanted the pastor to stop either. Because then I would be next. (more…)

Hanging On To Hope Without Handholds

Hanging On To Hope Without Handholds

~Janet’s Blog

Hanging On

Kaboom!

Ka-boom, ka-boom!

Kaboooom, kaBOOM, KABOOOOM!

My heart pounds harder and harder, threatening to jump out of my chest. A salty bead of sweat runs down my forehead into my eyes.

“Ow! Now, why is it that I wanted to do this, again? And on my vacation?” I ask myself while struggling to find the next handhold while clinging onto the side of a cliff at Smith Rocks, Oregon. My husband, Joel is belaying, below on the ground, holding onto the other end of my rope. He’s yelling words of support while keeping me from falling to my death. (more…)

What’s Your Story?

What’s Your Story?

Whats Your Story

It’s All About The Story

A few years ago I was asked for an Artist Statement to go with artwork I was submitting for an exhibit. Being a musician I never thought displaying a piece of art would be something I’d ever do. I realized putting my personal story down on paper, along with my 2 framed CDs I recorded, would count as a piece of visual art. I had to give it a shot!  The theme was “Second Chances”…a perfect match for my story.

JanetAvatar

Here is what I wrote:

Artist Statement: “Second Chances”

Music has always been my passion, my language. It is how I most comfortably communicate that which is nearest and dearest to my heart. My guitar has always been my partner in this process. Having lost the ability to play for 5 years I struggled with things I’d never imagined: constant pain, depression, great loss. God showed me mercy by introducing me to myself. I discovered I was skilled at songwriting! God knew I needed my guitar out of the picture so I wouldn’t be distracted by it. He then showed me amazing grace by providing me a “Second Chance”. I can play again! Now I write, play and sing!! So, I rejoice and am glad in it!

I encourage you to spend time figuring out what your story is!  It matters!  When you do I encourage you to write it down. Of course there will be more to write as each day passes but write it down, at least up to this point. You just might find some insights into what God has been doing in your life. Looking back will also cause you to slow down, reflect, and see all the blessings He has already given you. Who knows it might give you some hints into what He might be up to in the future.

However, it might leave you with a lot more questions.  Hang on though!  You’ll get another piece to your life’s puzzle. Who knows, you just may start to see how your stories become interconnected, one leading into another. Hmmm…it’s almost like someone is orchestrating your life.

One of the best things I have discovered from getting to know my own story is that it is the KEY to being able to naturally and more comfortably share God’s love with other people.  God is in our everyday stuff.  He is truly the co-author of our story. He has given us the freedom to make our own choices but you can know He is still weaving Himself into our lives in ways we don’t realize. If we look hard enough though, we can sometimes see His handy work.

If you were to write an artist statement for your life what would it be?  In other words, what’s your story…so far?

Maybe there’s a new story in your life you still want to “write”. What would that look like?

Please share and add to the conversation. We would love to learn your story!

Unstrung

Unstrung

Unstrung

“I may be unstrung but I’m not undone.  I’m praising the Lord and I’m having fun!”

Unstrung by Pain

I wrote this song during a 5 year period of time when I was unable to play my guitar due to chronic pain in my hands.  This was a very difficult time for me. Not only did it feel like I had lost a part of me (I had played the guitar since I was 8 years old), but the never-ending pain soaked up all my energy.

Becoming more and more depressed about life, I finally decided to write an acapella song.  I needed to feel empowered to sing a song on my own without any instruments required.  In my Orcadians Choir and Chansons Jazz Choir, at Shorecrest High school (Go Scots!!), I learned how to sing many acapella songs and knew I could do it.   So, I wrote this song as a gift for myself  to lift my spirits up when the pain in my hands would bring me down.

In the past the guitar had become my way of communicating my feelings.  Without the guitar, but with a friend, I was able to discover that I could be very musical through writing and singing songs.  The inability to play guitar forced me to stretch and discover my song writing skills.  After 5 years of writing songs without the guitar, my husband encouraged me to try playing again just a little bit to see how it would go.

At first I was resistant because I didn’t think I could survive the disappointment if I couldn’t play. However, the desire to play again ran so deep within, I just had to give it a try!  After a few minutes of playing–and then a few minutes more–I just about fell over.  It seemed that there was a chance I could play again! Over time I gradually built up my little hand muscles enough to be able to play multiple songs again. Now I can play for a couple hours!

Restrung by Hope

I am so grateful to all those who prayed for me over the years when I had run out of hope, myself.  Sometimes we need to keep hope alive for others until they are able to hope again! My story reminds me of the paralyzed man whose friends lowered him through the roof down to Jesus so he could be healed. My friends and family raised my prayers up to God continuously for me when I couldn’t.

Even though my hands are not fully recovered I am incredibly grateful!  I have been given a second chance to do my favorite thing – accompany myself on the guitar while singing for myself and others.

The most important things I learned from this experience is, be grateful for each day and that no matter how bad things get it isn’t necessarily the end of the story!

Have you ever experienced having something very important “taken away” from you?  Have you ever got to the point of feeling hopeless?  Did you share your burden with someone else so they could help you?  How did it go?  Are you still hanging on?

Add to the conversation below. We’ll be glad you did.

Love Touches

Love Touches

Love Touches Everything

“Love Touches”

This is a love song I wrote for my hubby several years ago.  It was either an anniversary gift or a valentine, I can’t quite remember.  Anyway, although it is a “love song,” it wasn’t written during a time when we were really feeling especially connected or even romantic.  Things were actually very difficult!

The chronic pain in my hands was at its worst. It forced me to end my Youth Ministry career. It was only then that I realized how much of my identity was tied in my job. Rediscovering my value as a person and a stay-at-home mom was a challenge. Especially since some of my job required me to do things I couldn’t do very well anymore.  I felt useless.

Living with me was like riding a roller coaster, moment to moment.   I would be exceptionally depressed and then become overjoyed when I would write part of a new song. Poor guy never knew what I was going to be like. Frankly, I didn’t either.

Joel also had to carry the great burden of being the sole bread winner after almost 7 years of sharing it. Plus, I was spending money on doctors appointments often, trying to figure what was wrong with me.

To top it off our precious little lady, whom we love and adore, saved her terrible two’s for the thrashing threes.  She was very big and strong and I was not!  Oi!

In the midst of all this, I felt compelled to write Joel a love song.  Somehow, in the midst of all the stress and tears I was able to see what was still good and true about our relationship.

Even in the Midst of Pain

The first verse is about how I experience his love at its finest.  When we would have a brief break from parenting and enjoy a shared giggle…or if we were really lucky, when we would go on an actual “date”!  Thank goodness, we had those moments often enough to weather the tough stuff.

The second verse is about how I long for him to experience me at my finest.  Every day it is my hope that I can cheer Joel on into his new day feeling supported and loved.  He’s the love of my life, why wouldn’t I want to cheer him on?   Unfortunately, my own pain and resentment about the pain would often spill into my interactions with Joel, tainting all that was good.  It was difficult.

In the midst of all this I chose to find hope, truth and love.

Singing this song helps me remember how much we’ve been through and I thank God for helping us make it to the other side…together! More than once.

Have you and your spouse experienced some painful times?  Where did you go to find strength and encouragement?  What helped you two make it through?  Prayer can make a difference.  Give it a whirl sometime.  You just might be surprised.

Add to the conversation below. We’ll be glad you did.

Pin It on Pinterest