April 10 + April 11, 2024 Reflections

On vacation. Yoga this morning on the beach in the Florida Keys. The yoga instructor calmly exhorting us to, “Stay in your Bodies…”

Powerful statement. The words from Wednesday circled back to me sometime later after that beautiful practice.

It was powerful to hear her encourage us to stay in our bodies specifically as she guided us into yoga poses that required more intention because we would need to use more of our body strength and flexibility and even the endurance of our muscles to be lengthened and stretched out in those poses for sequences with supportive breathing. Not shallow breaths. We needed deep whole ones.

Thursday morning this caused me to think about what it means to truly stay in one’s body, especially in moments where it would feel easier to become fragmented, disjointed and disembodied. We can compartmentalize very easily as humans and maybe some of that could even be a safety mechanism to protect us for a season from being completely overwhelmed and overtaken by the circumstances of life that can so easily come, crash and destroy the plans that we have built. The waves and winds of unanticipated destruction, disappointment, ache, longing and uncertainty do come. For all of us. 

You can compartmentalize things sometimes and just live in your head. You can compartmentalize things and stay disconnected from your heart. You can even compartmentalize things in such a way that even though you might be functioning in your body you’re not even connected to yourself to feel, to understand and to know what’s actually happening in, through and around you. 

Compartmentalizing can be done temporarily but it’s not designed to be the everyday way you get up and meet the world. It’s a mini bandage that’s not equipped to heal what’s broken, bleeding and wounded.

Which is why the yoga teacher’s words yesterday that I’ve been leaning into are so very powerful. It IS a choice to stay in your body. It’s a choice to stay connected to your muscles, to listen to your heart as it beats. To breathe in and out, in and out, in and out and with each inhale and exhale in those breaths to feel them, to listen to them as you also listen to your body and what it is telling you it can and cannot do. 

Staying in our bodies I feel also means listening to our bodies to respect and honor what our limitations might be and where we might need to reside in a pose of ease that is non-performative while we gather the courage to heal, the restoration, the peace and the rest that is needed in that season and in that moment. This is true for yoga and how we live daily and the choices we make with ourselves, at work, in our relationships and more.

Stay in your body. 

Choose a pose of ease to recover.

What does staying in your body cause you to think about for yourself? 

How would you like to be more intentional to connect with your full self and feel all of your muscles and all the parts of you that are wired and sinewed together by God’s grace and creative organization that make you who you are to live in the life that he’s giving you right now? 

What are your limitations? Physically, spiritually, emotionally, relationally, mentally, financially? How do you need to honor these limitations?

I’ve told friends recently that our bodies are vehicles that our souls have the opportunity to live in. These are the very blessed ways that we get to experience life on the Earth and the functionality of having a body is so very important because if we didn’t need them we wouldn’t have them. 

We would live and exist in a very different way. But there is something very precious and sacred about God creating bodies for human beings to live in and to experience this world with. Which naturally leads me to consider, “How am I cultivating care in my body?”

As I think about my body as my vehicle and approach my next birthday this summer, I continue to set the intention to cultivate a practice in my life of honoring my body, understanding my body, stewarding my body, and living well in deeply connected ways for my body. 

It isn’t an elevation of my body as being the most important part of my living. My body is one piece of an integrated, congruent experience that I’ve chosen to have for myself that prioritizes my spiritual, mental, relational, emotional, and physical health and well-being as priorities I tend to on a daily basis. 

With this in mind, being a woman who invests in living an embodied life for myself is one of the most important decisions I’ve ever made. I entered into that shift with intention at the end of 2017 + beginning of 2018 and I haven’t looked back. Making that decision has changed the game completely for me. The ways that I’m showing up in the world honor myself. I’m keeping with a steady rhythm of living an integrated, connected and whole life.

For this I am thankful.

The gratitude is real.

Sharpening 

My meltdown was epic. I fell to pieces. I lost control of my emotions. And I knew what I needed most was to share my anguish and pained heart with trusted women. I prayed they would give me new perspective wrapped in love and seasoned with hope.

Earlier that day I met with a good friend to catch up on what I thought would be some“sistergirl” time:  hang out, laugh about life and share how we were growing in our singleness. In sweet, beautiful giddiness, she shared the unexpected news that a handsome, God-fearing guy recently communicated his interest towards her. He wanted to pursue a relationship. His intentions were very clear.

I smiled with joy for her and expressed my happiness and excitement, but inside it felt like a grenade went off in my heart. She was on the cusp of something I deeply wanted for myself – intentional, affirming pursuit from a good man – but didn’t have. And it felt worse than bad.

Hence, my epic meltdown. As I drove home, tears spilled from my eyes as I felt overwhelmed. I entered my living room, sat on my sofa and let the quiet fill my ears. Then I reached for my phone and sent an SOS text to women I trusted, sharing my ache in raw honesty.

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Then I reached for my phone and sent an SOS text to women I trusted, sharing my ache in raw honesty.

Several replied back, encouraging me:

“I have been praying for you for almost every day for the last 2 weeks…I’m also looking expectantly for that someone in your life…May God speak to you in a special way today – He knows your most intimate thoughts and desires, He has not forgotten.”

“Your friend’s news is so hard to hear Melody…on one hand, you are and want to be excited for her. On the other, it underlines your own longings. I am glad you reached out for prayer.”

“The wait is hard, I remember it well and I’m sure you’ve heard it before but what helped get me through was remembering that I wanted to be married to the right person and not just married and that God’s timing is always better…”

This tribe of she-roes poured life into me when I was tangled in my questions of what was wrong with me and why wasn’t I being picked.

This tribe of she-roes poured life into me when I was tangled in my questions of what was wrong with me and why wasn’t I being picked.

A set of words from one of them grabbed my attention in a powerful way:

“It is indeed tough at times. I know you are holding on to what is true and doesn’t always soothe the feelings…You need truth in remembering you are fearfully and wonderfully made and God’s purposeful in revealing His plan for you and the man who fits perfectly for you…May I offer some truth to enter your heart and preserve you for now? You are a treasure.”

The words came from my friend Kimberly Moore. We met in 2006 during a work event planning a national conference and would serve together over the next four years. She served as my supervisor and we became good friends through the process. She’s 18 years older than me and she’s become my sister, friend, mentor and confidant over the past decade.

We spoke by phone a couple of days following my text and she challenged me with a new set of words, beckoning me more into womanhood. She wanted me to see myself for the woman I was in that moment and the woman I needed to become.

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There were times in my twenties and early thirties where I felt God hid me away from the fast track of dating. I felt sheltered and unseen. I wasn’t dating because I felt God wasn’t giving me good opportunities to date. But Kimberly wanted to call me to action, to a place of no longer tucking myself away either. Yes, trusting God’s timing for a good relationship was good. But putting all of the responsibility on him for that relationship was not good. This is my life and that includes my dating life as well.

Yes, trusting God’s timing for a good relationship was good. But putting all of the responsibility on him for that relationship was not good. This is my life and that includes my dating life as well.

She helped me see that perhaps I was hiding myself from eligible gentleman and didn’t even know it. She challenged me to be inviting, engaging, present and interesting when my path crossed the paths of single men who portrayed qualities I was looking for and wanted to connect with. She invited me to a new place in my adulthood where I needed to own my femininity and express the beauty it contained.

Her challenge of sharpening during my 32nd year laid the groundwork for some exciting, memorable and hilarious adventures into my dating life over the last five years. I’m not hidden anymore. I see myself more fully now and I’m wiser too. I’ve discovered my value doesn’t come from being in a relationship; it comes from knowing I’m significant and incredible before the relationship even appears. I’ve also embraced the gift of single living, loving the freedoms that come with it and stewarding this season well.

You need truth in remembering you are fearfully and wonderfully made…

God’s purposeful in revealing His plan for you and the man who fits perfectly for you…

May I offer some truth to enter your heart and preserve you for now? You are a treasure.

Kimberly’s words gave me life then and continue to do so now. Our sisterhood sharpens and deeply blesses me.

Guest blog post titled “Sisterhood of Sharpening” feature debut in the The Sisterhood Storytelling Series by The Beautiful Project, summer 2016. 

Lying is Easy, Truth is Not

Writing is an opportunity for me to tell the truth.

Oftentimes it’s my truth I’m telling.

Sometimes I don’t realize this until I’m 200 words in deep.

Many times it’s God’s truth I’m inspired to tell, in repackaged ways but always authentically.

Lying is easy. Tell me who you want me to believe you are or what you imagine stuff to be.

Truth is not. Show me who you really are and be willing to stand in that with honesty wrapped around your waist.

Truth. It’s what we need. It’s custom built to set us free.

So, everytime I write I say to myself, “It’s time to tell the truth. What do I need to tell the truth about today?”

What regularly occurs in your life that causes you to ask the same self-reflecting question? What’s your answer?

Originally written February 22, 2016.

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Embrace It

Just when you find that sweet spot in life, that comfortable place, that uncanny familiar, change comes in like a flaming bat out of hell and whirlwinds all your comfortable up. If you’re limited in your thinking you’ll fight it every way you can. But, if you’re ready to grow, you’ll embrace change like a new love and let it lead you to growth you could never dream of but always sensed you desperately needed.

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Finding Me Truth #4 : I Want To Win

The excitement and joy of living in relationship with God is the gift of believing in him.

Being in relationship with him. Trusting him. Hoping in him. Having confidence in him. Knowing that he has made me, he loves me and he has my back no matter what.

If I try to foolishly and feebly control, run and bulldoze over him to run my life I always lose.

I lose the joy of seeing him meet my needs in his timing, in his way.

I lose the joy of sharing those moments of dependence with him.

I lose the excitement in beautifully believing in him.

I lose relationship with him.

I lose.

I don’t want to lose. I want to win. With God.