Allow me to introduce myself, I am Kim – wife; mother of three wonderful girls (in spite of me); a former overachiever, perfectionist, and a self-sufficient rule follower with a hyper-sense of responsibility for absolutely everything. I am a woman who has spent most of her life trying to make herself acceptable to everyone, including the only One who matters. The One who had already accepted me completely.
Where to start? How do you begin when you are really still in the middle? When you want to tell your story, but you are really not quite sure where you are in it? When you tell a story, aren’t you supposed to know how it ends first?
I guess I will begin in the middle because I really didn’t have a story to tell until I realized I was coming apart, unglued, UNRAVELED. Everything I had tried to knit together in order to cover mySELF (my shame, embarrassment, fear, unworthiness, insecurity) began to come apart exposing all the ugly, naked truth about me. The sad part was that for quite a while I kept trying to hold it all together. I figured if I just worked harder at it I could keep myself covered. It was exhausting and ridiculous!
Actually, looking back, I think it bordered on insane, which is how I got here. My life motto had become, “Suck it up and keep moving.” No matter how bad things got, I just painted on a smile, fixed my hair and kept going. That is until the One who loves me without limits and without conditions said, “Enough!” It may as well have been a voice from heaven that sent me spiraling. I am not entirely sure exactly what triggered “the episode” (I vaguely remember it had something to do with cupcakes and budgets), but whatever it was landed me in bed for days, crying uncontrollably, medicated and wondering if my mind was ever going to function properly again.
The truth was my mind was probably functioning more properly at that moment than it had in a long time. I had managed to completely overload all of my circuits and it had the good sense to shut itself off. I could barely put two words together, which is actually a good thing when the last thing you should be doing is talking.
We rarely recognize life changing moments as they happen. Often we need to see them from a different perspective, after time has passed (and after sanity has returned) to appreciate them for what they are. Otherwise, how could I call those few days some of the most important in my life? Earth shattering and life altering at the same time. Terrifying and oddly peaceful. Ugly and beautiful all at once. Sometimes it takes a powerful force to cause something to change direction. I am embarrassed to say I didn’t take the subtle hints My Father had been giving me for quite some time. God in all of His power had to intervene to get this freight train to change course. This is what I like to refer to as the beginning of “The Great Unraveling.” More on this later.
It’s amazing what God can do with dust, isn’t? He can take it and make something profoundly beautiful out of it. It’s called grace. I’ve been a believer since I was about eight years old when I committed my life to Christ, but somewhere along the way I completely missed grace. And that’s why I am here in this space, unraveling the mysteries of His grace that has so unraveled me.