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Some days I get this anxious feeling and I think, “What are we going to do today?” During this season of life with the addition of a new baby a lot of activities are not easy for us. We are home a lot and there are days I am losing my mind, headed down a dark road and I have a choice. Do I do something about it?

Getting outside is one of the activities that helps me find the light. I could be in a negative place, go out for a walk and realize how grateful I am for my family, for the ability to walk, for the gift of nature. I find peace on our walks, my mind stops running and I am present.

When we are out on a hike the kids always notice the roots. Hugo runs along trying to keep up with his sister and BAM. He trips on a root and face plants to the ground. Sometimes he hops right up, other times he needs a minute. Last week he started asking questions about the roots. I admired his innocence and genuine interest. I don’t think about the little things like roots, I find them to be a nuisance, I don’t want them in my yard or anywhere that I could trip over them. I would love to cut them on our hiking path so that we would have no more falls.

However, the trees need their roots. They provide nutrients for the tree to grow, and anchor them in the ground so that they stand straight and can’t be ripped up during a storm. They stretch far and wide to provide a stable foundation. They prefer to stay below ground, but the impact of heavy rain and a lot of foot traffic can cause the roots to be seen.

We all have roots, the older you are the further they stretch. They start growing in your childhood and different experiences make them grow and split and multiply. Each experience adds to the foundation, good or bad, they build your character. It’s easy to take a bad experience and put it out of the mind, almost like it never happened. Like a deep root in the ground, this experience grows in the darkest part of your mind, and you try to keep it there and forget about it, but you are still growing that root by coping in other ways. As that root gets bigger and bigger and further from the tree its easier for the impact of a storm to bring it to the surface. In life one thing leads to another, one poor choice after another and you hit rock bottom. All of your roots are at the surface. You realize you have to deal with them. You can’t keep tripping on them because as you trip its harder and harder to catch yourself.

Some days I feel like giving up, screaming why, and ignoring the truth. I had deep roots that were uncovered in a storm. I tried to forget them over the years and coped in other ways. I didn’t realize they were causing harm and effecting the roots that feed me life, anchor me, and keep me strong. I got to a place so low I had to start digging deep to find those roots I tried so hard to forget. I had to examine them closely and make peace with them allowing new growth in me.

Digging into my pain and darkness was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I never wanted to know the truth or relive the pain. But by uncovering the darkness, the light broke through. I experienced true joy for the first time in my life. I wasn’t wondering what’s looming around the corner. I wasn’t worrying all the time about what everyone thought of me. I wasn’t desperate to fit in. I finally realized I belong. Perfectly imperfect, crazy, sweet, silly me belongs. No matter my size, my clothes, my hair, my lack of make up, I belong. No matter my ridiculous dance videos, or creepy art I love to create, I belong.

I grew new roots. I can’t replace the old ones. But I can shine light on them and realize they are beautiful even in their broken dark state. They shaped me to be who I am, and I am forever grateful for them.

If you have some deep dark roots you’ve been ignoring, I want to encourage you to find them. You may think you are doing well or getting by, and you don’t need to go deep, but eventually those roots will surface and sometimes unpleasantly. It’s easier to hurt someone than face the truth. It’s easier to have an addiction instead of wrestling with your pain. It’s easier to get so wrapped up in yourself, you forget to think of others and seek gratitude. It's more important to please everyone than take care of yourself. It's easier to stay busy than face the pain. It's easier to put on a mask than be honest with those you love.

I don’t want any of this for you. It’s time to be vulnerable, face those roots, and share your truth with someone. It will be scary, deep roots are incredibly strong and fear has a way of consuming us. However, I think having a truly solid foundation is important in order to weather the coming storms and experience true joy in your life. As Brene Brown says, "We can do hard things." There is hope.


Every morning I hear the baby screaming on the monitor. He is stuck on his belly again. This happens around 4am daily. In the past, I struggled to get back to sleep, so I started getting up for the day. I never had a goal of what to do in mind, sometimes I would read, other days I made silly Snapchat stories. Early rising became a daily habit and I started to focus on writing. I don’t know why I haven’t made more time to write before. I always knew it helped me process and there were seasons full of writing but I never could work it into a daily habit.

I sit close to a window when I write. Every ten minutes or so, I look out the window to see what the sunrise looks like. I don’t know what I expected today, but I didn’t expect much. Yesterday’s sunrise was gorgeous and it’s rare for me to see two mind-blowing sunrises in a row. I looked out saw beautiful blues and oranges and pinks swirling together in the sky. I jumped up quick, I had to see it. I didn’t want to miss it. I scrambled to find my coat and shoes looking out the window over and over making sure I wasn't missing any of it. I ran down to the waterfall and I stood there mesmerized, overwhelmed by the colors and the loud sound of the water clearing my mind of any worries or fear. I stood there present with a sense of peace and thought, “I need you. Oh I need you.”

Most days I walk down to this spot and I pray, "Lord Help me today, fill me with your spirit, please help me get through the day." I honestly am not sure I am going to make it most days. My mind easily wanders to darkness, my kids often test my patience, and I have plenty of stuff to accomplish that I rarely even get a chance to start.

One evening at couples counseling I was in what my husband and I like to call “the hot seat”. There are usually a mess of feelings in the hot seat and the focus is all on you. I was struggling during this season of my life, always looking for other ways to comfort me, dying to feel better, to feel something anything. I could not make decisions and every day I felt more paralyzed with fear. My counselor said, ”Carrie have you ever thought to ask God to guide your day or help you through the day, right when you wake up?” I said to him, “No, I don’t even think of it honestly, I don’t think to ask God for anything ever.”

My counselor’s idea was a good one but at the time I didn’t want to hear it. I thought how do I do that, how do I remember to talk to God and what is he gonna do? When I wake up my mind jumps to what’s happening today, I am usually thrown into the deep end with the kids, I am not a happy morning person. The day moves forward and I am stuck. I forgot about that session for a long time. But the memory came back to me and I realized I took the advice and do reach out to God most mornings.

A year later, I was listening to The Brooklyn Tabernacle podcast, one of my favorites. Jim Cymbala talks about asking God for help. That it's important to ask him for help and that it's okay to. I felt comforted in a way I never felt before. I started asking God for help as it came to me. I started asking him for help often when I am overwhelmed or even on a regular day where I don’t know what is ahead. I just know I can’t do it alone. I did that for a while, but it’s easy to forget, or get pulled into the darkness feeling alone. Other issues take precedence and you forget to talk to God, you forget that feeling of comfort.

During this season of my life, I am consistently waking up early and writing. I feel a lot of walls crumbling down and pathways opening up. I feel a sense of peace over me and I started talking to God again. The other day I was listening to The Brooklyn Tabernacle podcast again. It’s actually been about a year since I listened to any podcasts. I just fell out of the habit. But the other morning I thought YES a car ride alone to the dentist.. I want to listen to the Brooklyn Tabernacle. (I know what a wild life I live.) But the one takeaway from the episode called the mild and the meek is

“Blessed are those that are poor in spirit.”

“Blessed are those that are poor in spirit”

“Blessed are those that are poor in spirit”

He says it over and over again. I’m thinking well what exactly does that mean? He explains it so well. Someone poor in spirit seeks God every day. They know they can’t get through it without him. They need his help and his guidance. I’m thinking, “Really those people are blessed?”

I never saw asking God for help and truly needing it, a blessing. I guess I felt ashamed of needing God’s help just to get through the day. Like I should be able to live life normally and handle it on my own. But no one can fix my mind. They can certainly try with therapy and medicine, but only God can heal me and speak the truth and remind me of the truth as I often forget.

I am blessed.

Am I blessed? Really?

I REALLY am blessed. Even when I feel so alone, like I am the only one struggling, battling every day. I am blessed.

And just in case I am still questioning whether or not I am blessed. After that epic sunrise I sat down to eat my breakfast and for some reason I opened the bible app. I’m going to be honest with you, I haven’t opened the app in probably 6 or more months. I click Read, and there it is.

Matthew 5:3

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

In that moment, I felt a wave of emotion come over me. I really am blessed. All this pain and hurt and darkness I battle on a daily basis is a blessing because it brings me closer to him. I need him. I need his peace. I can’t do life alone. I tried for so long, never feeling full, never feeling the light. I tried not to feel, I tried not to see, I tried to go from one thing to the next comparing myself, criticizing myself, never feeling enough. I felt like God abandoned me. He gave me so much pain, so many things one person should never have to deal with, I couldn’t understand why. I didn’t think he loved me. But he always has and always will.

I am poor in spirit, and I am blessed.

Sunrises and new beginnings


Why is asking for help so hard? Why is receiving help hard? Why does it feel scary? I often think of my three year old. He doesn't ever want help and if you try to help him he will scream in your face, "I do it myself." He says it with such spirit and certainty. But when he ends up needing help because he can't always do it himself he will ask for help with no fear. He has such an honest confident spirit and I am grateful for that. Kids are great teachers. They remind you of what its like to be innocent and how easy it can be to ask for help if you just do it.

I’m in a season of change. I have a new baby and sometimes he cries a lot. He won’t settle and screams in my face for long periods of times. This happened to me the other day when I took the time to get all the kids in the car and drove to Providence for a bible study. I got there and he seemed happy and then as soon as we began he fussed a lot. He wouldn’t let me sit down. So I am pacing the back of the room trying to figure out what book of the bible this guy on the video is talking about. Trying to understand what’s going on. I took him outside and he calmed down I was hoping he might fall asleep he seemed so tired. But no, he continued. One of my friends came out and took him from me, she often does that without me asking her to and it is such a relief. Why can't I just ask her in the first place?

Our routine is go to bible study then Whole Foods. The kids were very excited about Whole Foods and I was excited about it, it's like Candyland for people with diet restrictions. I was telling my friends that all I really really wanted to do was go to Whole Foods. My friend said, “Just go Carrie, I can watch them.” I thought no no no… It’s too much, what if he cries the whole time? Does she really want to watch them or is she just offering to be nice? Would I offer? I don’t want to inconvenience anyone. But she persisted, I said YES and took off, I didn’t want to look back because I knew I would make some excuse not to go.

I got to go ALONE to the grocery store. Part of me was super excited but a lot of me was worried about not upsetting my friends that are helping me out. I wanted to make sure to be back by a certain time so I wouldn’t upset them. Well I was 30 minutes after the time I had hoped I would get back. I was all flustered and worried as I pulled into the parking lot of the church. I apologized to all of them profusely. I felt so bad. I couldn’t stop feeling anxious about it. I hurried my kids out as fast as I could and just sat in the car feeling so terrible. Telling myself why didn’t I just get back quicker like I was hoping to. What if they are upset with me? Did they seem upset with me? They seemed happy but were they truly happy or just being nice?

I called my husband to tell him what happened. He said, “Carrie stop. They wouldn’t have offered to help you if they didn’t want to. So if they are upset that’s on them.” I couldn’t help but shake the worry and fear of what they thought. But I knew my husband was right.

After processing and thinking about it, I have had trouble with this my whole life. Scared of vulnerability. Scared of what people think. I don’t want to inconvenience anyone. I don’t feel worthy of love. I think that’s the root of it. I don’t feel worthy of people helping me, I don’t feel worthy of sharing my heartache or my troubles. I feel like I have to be strong to support other people, and my issues are not worth anyone’s time. When I do help someone or help out with a project, I then go to the ends earth to make it perfect, nervous again about what people are going to say about me. Making it perfect so that nothing bad is ever said. But then that drives me into overload crazy lady mode, where I am not nice to my family.

Lets be honest, people talk and not always nicely about others and its time to let the fear of what people think go. Some people aren’t going to like you, or appreciate you or support what you do. When you are trying to make sure everyone likes you, acting like you are good, you don’t need help, something is wrong. When you are worrying about what other people think all the time, pressure builds up inside you and you have more to contend with everyday. If you let that pressure go, be vulnerable and honest with yourself and with others, it’s a whole new world. A weight lifts from your shoulders. You are able to ask for help, and receive help with no fear or shame. It’s easier said than done, I still have a really hard time with it. But it sounds so amazing, because I think I didn't really get to enjoy my one time trip to the grocery store alone

If someone offers you help I want to encourage you to take the help. Say yes because firstly, you probably really need the help. Secondly, you are letting someone else know you too struggle sometimes and they are not alone. People do want to help others. Sometimes we don’t know how to talk to each other or what to offer as help, but we do want to do something, anything to help. So be brave and make a few suggestions of things that you need help with, or think of some things to offer if your trying to help someone out. Remind yourself none of us can do this alone. We can try to do it all, but it doesn’t end well. Show weakness, humble yourself. It’s so scary, but I promise you it’s worth it.

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