I have started at least 746 blog posts to share where we are with the creation of our darling Whimsy, but each time I'm ready to share a piece of the journey the Lord has said, "not now." Oh, but I have so much to say and share about her. *Sigh* Obedience is hard and my flesh is weak. And if I were to be all kinds of honest, I would simply say I'm afraid you will forget about us if I don't tell you what we are doing.
So...there ya have it. Her name is pride and fear and insecurity clothed in a 45 year old woman. Why can't we settle a few things once and for all? Oh, Whimsy....we hope you will settle some things sooner than later in the lives of some precious young souls.
Maybe you have forgotten who Whimsy is, what her purpose is, you are new to our journey or you have no idea who Whimsy is, please scroll down to the previous posts and get all caught up. Being lost as a goon is not fun. Plus, if you are raising a daughter, we want you to really know her. I call the deeper understanding of Whimsy....."the fabric of Whimsy." There are so many beautiful threads to her fabric.
You are made in His image, sister. Soak that in for a minute if you feel less than. And that is a lot of young girls......feeling less than. Lord Jesus give us strong words of truth and encouragement over these girls.
Whimy is very real to the three of us. Essentially she lives and breathes in all of us, but she is ultimately for a young girl between the ages of 6 to 10 years old. Whimsy is a rag doll that will be held in the hand of young girls as they ask their mom to read her story over and over, tuck her into bed each night, drag her around the house, take her to every meal and sits beside her as she watches tv. Your daughter will place her darling Whimsy in front of the other dolls and teach those fearful, insecure, sad, wishful dolls all that God says about her. Can't you see your daughter's face and hear her voice as she tells these dolls all the promises God has for them? What if she spends hours searching through the endless piles of dress up clothes for a princess crown and the perfect dress to help tell the story? It really will be show and tell. This is the kind of show and tell that you remember. You begin to believe it when you hear it spoken out loud, right? Moms....we need you to speak this too. There will be a story alongside the doll to help you share these truths and bring Whimsy to life. No worries. We will help you tell this story.
Every little girl will see themselves in Whimsy. And every little girl will come to know just how special they are in the eyes of their Savior. His promises and truths will settle deep into their impressionable hearts and their hearts will never, ever be the same. The truth has settled there and they just know it. His word does not return void.
Maybe your daughter needs to know or be reminded of the fact she is fearfully and wonderfully made by the same God who positioned all those shiny stars in the sky you try to count together at night. God says you are His cherished possession. You are a beautiful, perfect child of the Most High King. Oh, how I pray this sinks deep into your soul....no matter who you are, where you are in this world or what your circumstances are, YOU are a child of the Most High King. Wear your crown my child. He has one for you.
Since Whimsy is a part of all of us, we want to share a few stories over the next several weeks for the mom's who will hopefully have Whimsy and her story in their home. Mom, we hope you will fall in love with her too. We want you to love and understand her allowing the conversation about who Whimsy is feels easy, natural and effortless. Sometimes the easy isn't so easy. Or we assume our girls already know and we don't say what needs to be said. We need His word truly hidden in their heart.
As mom's, we are living on a side of life where we can see how our life choices, our circumstances, and simply who God made us to be is ok. However, I also understand what it's like to not want to think too much about those choices or circumstances you would rather forget. How can any of those messes or insecurities or fears be used for good? Often our own children wish things were different, right? I wish I wasn't this. I wish I could do that. I wish we lived there. I wish. I wish. I wish. Why do I have to be this way? Why can't I just be normal?
"And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them." Romans 8:28
Hopefully we are settling into a season of life understanding God is for us. He didn't create you and years later wish He had created you or your life differently. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139
I'm 45 years old and I'm finally able to see how he weaves every detail of our life together for good.
If you feel as if your tapestry is a tangled mess and you have no idea how any of it could be beautiful, His word promises us all the very same thing: The Lord has GREAT plans and purposes for our lives......no matter what has happened, what choices we make or how He created us. These threads make up the uniqueness of our life. This makes us all Whimsy. We are imperfect, messy, fumbling along, finding our way, all the while knowing He loves us exactly as we are in that moment of time and will use it for our good and His glory.
Meet our sweet friend and sister in Christ willing to share a portion of her Whimsy story with us. Remember....she is on the other side of a life that she would have loved to have changed. These posts are for our moms. Meet Sara. You are worthy, Sara. You most definitely are. And God is using these difficult threads of your life for GREAT glory today and we thank Him for that.
I Am Worthy.
I don’t remember the first time that my dad sexually molested me. By the time I was nine, I was being sold to my dad’s friends on the weekends. My mother would pack me an overnight bag and tell me to be a good girl. I knew that I was nothing and I was convinced that I really was not worth of anyone’s love. I had no sense of self worth and sometimes I wondered if I really existed. At the early age of five, suicidal thoughts and actions began to be a real struggle for me, a struggle that continued into my adult years. I didn’t want to exist. I didn’t want to feel any more pain. I didn’t want to be alive if the repeated abuse was all my life was about.
“For he has not despised or abhorred the affliction of the afflicted, and he has not hidden his face from him, but has heard, when he cried to him.” Psalm 22:24
“You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book?” Psalm 56:8
Because of the abuse, school was always difficult for me. I had a hard time concentrating and staying awake. I was always afraid that I was going to get in trouble in school, yet I dreaded going home at the end of each day. Although most children looked forward to summer vacation, I never looked forward to summer vacation or time with my family. Every year I was moved to a new school. I believe this was a strategy that my parents used to prevent my teachers from becoming suspicious about what was going on in our home. I stuttered so badly that I was afraid to say anything. I just knew that as soon as I opened my mouth that I was going to stutter and the other children would make fun of me. I was convinced that I was stupid and that I couldn’t learn, so I didn’t even try.
The physical, sexual, and emotional abuse continued throughout my childhood. When I was fifteen, I became pregnant and was forced by my dad to have an abortion. I felt numb and hopeless. The abortion weighed heavily on my heart, but there was nothing that I could do about it. I wanted to run away, but I had nowhere and no one safe to run to. I was trapped and desperate for a Savior.
It was also when I was fifteen that I made the most important decision that I ever made: I gave my heart to Jesus. I had been invited by a friend at school to attend a summer camp with her youth group. At the camp there was a lady that told her testimony – her own personal story of immense trauma that she had been through. She shared about how she found Jesus. The way that she talked about Jesus made me long for a relationship with Him too! I accepted Jesus into my heart right then and there, and I have never regretted it.
“Now the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God and the authority of Christ have come, for the accuser of our brothers has been thrown down, who accuses them day and night before our God. And they have conquered him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony…” Revelation 12:10-11
As I got older, I began to realize that I was not stupid. My music teacher told me that I was smart, and she said that she was going to kick me out of the band if I didn’t bring up my grades. She tutored me after school and made sure that I did the best that I could. My grades went from D’s and F’s to A’s and B’s. She told me that music could provide a way for me to go to college. I began to audition for college scholarships, and she was there every time. I ended up getting a music scholarship to a highly respected university.
“In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.” Matthew 5:16
Investing in another life is the greatest investment you could ever make.
My life has not been easy, but I have known the grace of God. Today I can say with confidence that there is purpose to my life. I am worthy of love and glad to be alive. In the end all that really matters is that I have a heavenly father who loves me and I am His child. I am worthy in His eyes.
Our sweet sister and friend is worthy because God says so. You, too, are worthy in the eyes of our King no matter what the situation is. Your childhood may not have been what you hoped for but let it be said of us we will do whatever it takes to make sure the young girls in our lives know that they know that they know who they are in Christ. Our circumstances or situations never determine what God says about us.
No matter what.....you are a part of the most beautiful royal family in the history of all mankind. We are all Whimsy. We are all loved and cherished by a King. And we all matter. No matter what.
More Whimsy stories to come........