in which I go ahead and say All The Stuff, because everything that can be shaken will be

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I click the WordPress “new post” button and my stomach does a flip. I take a deep breath and will my heart rate to slow.

I don’t know what to say. So many thoughts, so much happening in my heart, and once again it all feels disconnected, so I’m thinking maybe if I write through all the disconnectedness here, a pattern or common thread will emerge. That God’s invitation in this season will be made clear.

Or at least, clearer than it is this morning.

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My boy has the most amazing therapist and an equally amazing psychiatrist. Only his psychiatrist is leaving the practice. We are seriously bummed.

We saw her for the last time yesterday. She commented on how much more settled Isaac seems, and then she shocked me by saying, “and YOU — you’re a therapist at heart. You just ooze therapist.”

I was undone. How did she see me like that after only 3 total visits? I told her if I could go back to school for anything, it’d be something along those lines. She was unbelievably affirming.

It was one of those conversations you look back on and treasure for years to come.

We don’t know yet who Isaac’s new psychiatrist will be.

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Isaac’s anxiety is still mostly under control, but my two kiddos, y’all? They continue to bring me to the end of myself.

They provoke one another to legit wrath multiple times a day, and things like washing dishes or folding a load of laundry frequently feel next to impossible, because what will they do to one another if I look away for 2 minutes?

Yet they are each absolutely amazing. Brilliant, articulate, creative, hilariously adorable. Within just a 5-minute time frame, they can make me want to pull my hair out, and then completely, totally melt my heart.

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I keep feeling this nudge to write songs again. I need to do it. There’s this piece of my creative soul that only comes alive when I’m writing songs.

I’m scared though. At least, I think I am. That’s the only reason I can come up with for the fact that I haven’t actually sat down and done the work.

A dear friend wrote a poem — this gorgeous, gut-wrenchingly authentic piece of art — and asked me to put it to music. I want to, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to try and pull it off yet.

I’ve been wanting — actually, feeling Jesus moving me — to write songs for my worship team. For my church family. Again, I haven’t sat down to do it.

The literal moment I put fingers to laptop keys and began to write this blog post, my musically brilliant youngest brother texted me, asking if I could write worship lyrics for some songs he’s putting together.

Okay, Jesus. Okay.

I’m saying this out loud here today because apparently I need some accountability. Someday, I’ll record another album. Hopefully before I turn 40.

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I’m passionate about too many things. My family. Other families. The atmosphere of my home. Young people. Older people. ALL the people, and all the relationships. Encountering the heart of God in worship. Writing words. Writing songs. Singing songs. Speaking. Soul care.

How do I determine where to focus, what goals to work toward in any given season?

Analysis paralysis.

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Speaking of the atmosphere of my home, have I told you that I’m pursuing minimalism as a lifestyle? I’ve taken so many loads of no-longer-needed stuff to the thrift store in the last couple of months that I’ve lost count. Dishes, vases, clothes, toys, books, and maybe a zillion other items.

I joke that I’m addicted to getting rid of things. Nothing in our home that hasn’t been used in the last week is safe.

It’s becoming a spiritual discipline for me, all this purging my life of excess. I can’t tell you how good it feels. It feels like stewardship. Like obedience. Like a breath of fresh air.

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I’m still getting headaches almost daily. They’re not all migraine-level, but when they are? Yikes.

Bless Stan’s heart — he takes such good care of me. And I’ve tried dietary changes and essential oils and different combinations of meds (with my dr.’s permission, of course) and I make sure I stay uber-hydrated and I get enough sleep and practice good self-care, and still, they persist.

I have another neurologist appointment this Friday. Since I’m allergic to the three most commonly prescribed migraine medications (Imitrex, Maxalt, and Cambia), I’m not sure what other treatment options are available.

What I desperately want is to stop waking up with headaches so I can get back to working out again. I so want to be healthy.

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There are a hundred looming uncertainties these days.

Will we be able to sell our town home (currently being rented out) this summer and purchase a single family home for our fam? What school district will we end up in? Where will Isaac start Kindergarten?

We need to have Isaac thoroughly evaluated at Children’s Hospital and it’s over a year wait. When will that process finally be complete? What will the results be?

And what the heck is happening in our country with the utter {read: horrifying} ridiculousness that is Donald Trump?

These questions are really just the beginning. Uncertainty seems to be my life’s theme at the moment.

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I led worship this past Sunday, and at the last minute, decided to do Cornerstone by Hillsong. I needed these lyrics desperately:

Christ alone, Cornerstone
Weak made strong in the Savior’s love
Through the storm, He is Lord
Lord of all

Because I am weak, anxiety prone, and sometimes paralyzed by full-on fear. Whatever can be shaken most definitely will be, and He is the only Anchor, the only Rock worth hanging onto through all the storms.

And I think my prayer is something like this: Jesus, just keep me anchored to You, and let me experience your heart, be hidden inside of you the midst of all the questions, all the unpredictable, all the unknown.

Steady me. Hold me firm. My hope is built on nothing less.

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PS. I love you guys, and I hope that somehow, in all this discombobulated rambling, you’ve seen or sensed or heard the heart of God for you. Y’all are so dear.

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8 Responses to in which I go ahead and say All The Stuff, because everything that can be shaken will be

  1. Dana, thank you for sharing this honest outpouring. I feel like I’m sitting here with my hands out, catching your feelings. Catching the uncertainties and the passions, the questions and the hardship. I feel for you with the warring siblings, who are also extraordinary and unique and beautiful people. My mama heart is with you. And so is my passionate, all over the place, what am I supposed to do in the middle of all of this chaos heart. Anchored is a good place to be. You are. And you will be. And God is enough. for every bit of this. I love you sister. You crank my tractor <3

  2. Dawn says:

    Dana,
    I only know you through your words, but I know your heart because of them. I can resonate, empathize, affirm and recognize so many threads of authentic in this blanket of grace you just knit together. And,truly, just thanks…thanks for blending parts of all that makes your heart beat for the therapy it is to others. Bleed out His anointing, you are a woman after His heart. 💜

    Blessings,
    Dawn
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  3. Amber says:

    Good Lord, this is utterly mesmerizing, Dana. Honestly. I read it with rapt attention, amazed by the fact that we can talk so regularly and still there’s so much to know about you. I really enjoyed the quick bursts of thoughts, feelings and ponderings here, like a stream-of-consciousness, and how much honesty can come out in just a few sentences. I’m so sorry to hear about Isaac’s therapist. Literally, that hit me like a big ol’ UUUGGGGH. Because you were just saying how amazing she is, and now, you had to say goodbye. But you know? She totally read you in those three visits (and how could she not if she’s a competent therapist?) – you sure do “ooze” therapist. Even more, you ooze PRESENCE. Anyways, my heart is with you in all these things you poured out here, and I just adore you, as always. xoxo

  4. Rob G says:

    “….keep busy and plant a variety of crops – you never know which will will bloom, perhaps they all will….”

    Focusing is hard for soul searching types. And for those of us afflicted by songwriting!!

    That wee verse has kept me going, you have to scatter what you have as wide as you are able without throwing it away by mistake.

    God Bless Dana.

  5. MaryHelen says:

    Christ Alone! In all of your thoughts, you have Christ alone to guide you. Thank you for showing how you are walking through all the different paths of life. We often think we have to have it all neat and perfect. Instead, we weave through it all with Christ’s help.

  6. Tara says:

    Christ alone indeed. Oh Dana, my heart feels so deeply for all these emotions and questions you have. Please know I’m continuing to pray. It’s all I can do.
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  7. Thomas Watt says:

    For someone who didn’t know what to say, this is beautifully written.
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  8. Barbie says:

    You always have my attention here Dana. God has my attention when I visit here. Praying for you my sweet friend. Keep writing!

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