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I love Jesus Christ and devote my life to following Him. I'm madly in love with my husband jon. I'm the mother of the most perfect babies in the world. I'm a Senior Sales Associate at my beloved Anthropologie. I'm a reader, thinker, lover, believer and traveler. I'd trade in the chicago skyline for the pacific coast any day. i love a good vino. i love my books. i'm creative as creativity goes but always wanted to be a painter. i prefer letter writing over emailing. And I always try to be a kinder person.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Battle wounds

2013 was the worst year ever. 

Scattered here and there are lovely memories...but most are overshadowed by the misery we experienced from June through December. It all started the last week of May. Liv got an ear infection and pink eye. We were leaving for California a week later so I got her into the doctor promptly. She recovered quickly, and upon landing in California, Judah got everything liv had. We woke up one morning to a miserable Judah clutching his ears, and made plans to take him into a immediate care center for antibiotics. That morning as we prepared to leave, I started bleeding and began to miscarry our third pregnancy. 

That misery physically lasted a handful of days and emotionally tortured me for months. You can read about it here: http://lindseylindstrom.blogspot.com/2013/06/time-soothes-all-sorrows.html?m=1

Then in August, Alivia was diagnosed with Childhood Absence Epilepsy...a journey we will be on for at least four years. 

The Lord is good. Through it all. Through every single miserable step, He always provides...physically and emotionally. We could have had cancer...or any number of life threatening illnesses. But we survived through it all, perhaps with a few battle scars. 

Here I am...3 months into 2014. It's been a good year. It's been a calm year. But I'm a more anxious and fragile version of myself. I know we will see more illness. I know there are more hills, more valleys to come. I know there will be situations I'll need to pray through, whether temporary or permanent. 

I am a more anxious and fragile version of myself...but God knows that. He knows every inch of my weary and nervous heart. He's made promises well before my existence knowing that my anxious heart would need them. I am tremendously grateful for that. 

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

My time off Facebook

Well I did it. When I set out on this challenge to be off facebook for a month, I knew it would be a challenge for me. Part of me didn't think I could do it. More than surprised by my success, I'm encouraged by everything I've learned by ridding myself of this.

The first day I got off facebook, I wanted back on. I wondered what everyone was doing. I wondered what I was missing. I wondered what conversations I'd be left out of...which birthdays I wasn't being notified of...if anyone had invited me to an event. I missed everything...even the game invites! I almost broke a couple times, but I made myself busy and moved forward. The next day my urgency to be back on was less...then the day after that, even less. The further I got away from facebook, the better I started feeling. It was bizarre since I never thought I held facebook to such high regard. Suddenly I started learning things, important things, about my life...my discipline...even the lies we convince ourselves are truth.

1. Facebook has nothing to do with being social. I was born social. I'm an extrovert in nearly every sense of the word. I love people. When I got on Facebook for the first time, I thought it was the perfect outlet for me to keep being social, even with the people I didn't see. The longer I was on it, the more it began to replace what's actually being social. Sitting at a computer or starring at your phone and typing a witty comment is NOT social. Arguing politics, parenting, church or whatever else with a bunch of people you may or may not know on a comment stream is NOT being social. Wishing a person a happy birthday with a comment on their wall full of emojicons is NOT being social. Ultimately, in real life, you are sitting on your ass staring at a screen. IN REAL LIFE...you are only interacting with the device in your hand. For years I convinced myself it was me just doing what I do best. I cheated myself out of thousands of REAL LIFE interactions. Facebook is about the furthest thing from social. You wouldn't know it until you left. So maybe we all should.


2. The amount of time I gained when I left fb was startling. Suddenly I had hours to fill. I was in denial that I had spent as much time as I had on fb, but I did. Soon I was getting things done. Reading, writing, talking with my husband, playing with my kids. I was running errands and not putting things off. It sounds so ridiculous that I was allowing fb to take up so much time, but I was! I'm beyond grateful to have that time back.

3. Its a joy to be present. Present in conversation. Present in my home. My nose isn't buried in a phone reading my never ending news feed. Being present in REAL LIFE is right.

4. I love not knowing what's happening in your life. I've gone to so many parties, dinners, nights out, church events...and I'm able to ask my friends what is happening in their life. I can no longer use the phrase "oh I saw that on facebook"...now I get to ask and hear it out of the mouth of the person who experienced it. Can't tell you how major that it for me. This is being social...my personality thrives on it and I feel every bit of it.


With all this said, I'm still not back on facebook. Not sure I'll ever be. Life is good where I'm at.

XO
Lindsey

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Why I love social networks and deactivated my Facebook account anyway

Facebook. 

Ah, Facebook. 

If Mark Zuckerberg knew how much of my life I waste on his creation, he'd hire me...or pay me...I'm certain I keep it in business. I spend hours of every single day surfing through fb. I read every status, every comment, every post. I click every link and read every article. I love Facebook in nearly every way a person can. 

There are a couple things that happen to a person when they are like me. There are ways facebook influences a person...reasons that make taking breaks absolutely necessary. In the many years I've had an active fb account, I've never taken a break. Until now. Today I deactivated my fb account. Here's why:

1. Every morning I wake up, and the first thing I do is check fb. It's the first thing on my mind...wondering what the world is doing (or was doing while I slept.) There is so little time in my day when I'm not thinking about Facebook and that idea makes me sick to my stomach. I don't want fb to be in the forefront of my mind. I don't want it to dominate my thoughts...my emotions...my time. 

2. Once upon a time fb was fun. It was an opportunity to share things with friends and family...it was lighthearted. Over the past year not a day goes by where there aren't dozens of people complaining about their stupid first world problems. It's become a soapbox for individual misery and I'm embarrassed to admit that I've taken part too. Its not okay, guys. We throw our misery into the social world with hopes we may catch some empathy or sympathy, and more often than not, it's not actual misery. I don't want to be the person who has a place in the virtual world to voice my petty and ridiculous complaints. I wanna shut my mouth and be grateful. I wanna be prayerful. I wanna be quiet and still...bringing my requests before The Lord instead of 500 of my closest friends and family. 

3. I'm tired. Exhausted really. My sister said it best when she told me it's important to be in some control of what you let "in"...I was letting "in" the opinions and thoughts of hundreds of people. Some good, some bad, but regardless, it was affecting my mood and my heart. When something of the world has that much control over you, it's time to cut the ties. 

I'm starting with a month fast from my beloved Facebook. I'm hopeful (and prayerful) that I will find a million more enriching activities to fill my time with...and not miss it at all. Maybe I'll even lose my desire to be on it altogether. There is a part of me that REALLY hopes that comes to be. So for now, goodbye my dear Facebook. Don't go getting all exciting while I'm gone. 

Xo
Lindsey 

Ps. You can still find me on Instagram and twitter...though not nearly as often :)

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Time soothes all sorrows

Thursday, June 13th, 2013


I don't think I have many readers on here. Which makes this a great outsource for what I need to write today. I've been thinking for the last few days about how difficult it is to talk about this...but how much I need to get the thoughts out. Writing will do :)

This time last week, I completed a miscarriage at 8 weeks pregnant. The cramps stopped. The bleeding stopped. And almost instantly, I didn't feel pregnant anymore.

We were on our much anticipated trip to California. On Tuesday morning, I woke up with my sick baby, and made plans to take him to urgent care to treat his ear infection. I went to the bathroom, and I was bleeding. Immediately I wept. Its a relatively normal occurrence for women to spot during pregnancy...but I never have. Its alarming. I called my doctor who ordered me to go to the ER and get an ultrasound. We all got dressed and prepared to go.

I called my mom who tried to reassure me with her well practiced reassuring ways. Can't tell you how badly I wished I was home at that moment.

We went in, had the ultrasound, got antibiotics for Judah and was told by the ultrasound tech that there was no baby. An hour later, the doctor finally came in and told us that the baby was still there (stupid ultrasound tech). Heartbeat was questionable. We went home a wreck. We didn't know if we were miscarrying or not. Total roller coaster.  I was diagnosed with a "Threatened Miscarriage". It was threatening alright. I felt like someone had me at gunpoint.

I kept bleeding. I had horrible cramps. Almost felt like contractions. Each new pain, I mourned. I knew it was happening. I needed a doctor to tell me so and the ER was deemed USELESS. Wednesday we headed south to my sister's house. She had found me an OB I could see and got me an appointment. Jon and I went in, had the ultrasound and was told we most definitely miscarried.

I kept bleeding. I kept cramping. Some so painful that I was on the bed in tears. Thankfully I had good meds. I decided to let it be what it was, and continue to enjoy my vacation as best we could. My sister definitely helped me do that. We shopped, got pedicures, drank wine. All the "therapy" a girl could ask for. Not to mention my sweet husband, who so intimately knew my heart through all of this. I'm blessed beyond measure to be married to the man I am.

Friday morning I completed the miscarriage. The cramps stopped. The bleeding stopped. And almost instantly, I didn't feel pregnant anymore.

Friends and family keep asking me how I'm feeling. I don't know what to say. I feel good. Physically I'm 100%. Emotionally I have my up moments and my down moments. You know when you are buying a car, and you have one in mind that you really like...and it seems like you see it EVERYWHERE? Well I want to be pregnant right now. And pregnant women are everywhere. Ultrasound pictures of growing babies seem to pop up on nearly EVERY social networking site I log into. And the truth is that every time I see one, my heart breaks a little. We came home from California to our one and only picture of our little lost baby on the fridge. Judah's big brother t-shirt in the drawer. The baby blanket my mom bought in the closet. Prenatal pills on the counter. All these things like tiny daggers to the heart...little things celebrating our baby.

When I first started bleeding, there was only one thing that went through my head...and it stayed with me from start to finish. Even now. GOD KNOWS. The immense comfort in that phrase can't even be put into words. There is nothing more uncertain than losing a baby. Its like the world keeps moving and you are stuck in one place. You just want to scream for everyone to stop or slow down. Almost as if a mother's heart can't move forward without her baby. But there is no baby. Its such a SHITTY feeling. But GOD KNOWS. He knows I can handle it. He knew that our baby would be in His arms before ours. He knows what our future holds. He knows all of it.

So I can be stuck. I can wonder why this happened to us. I can worry that I did something wrong that caused this (don't worry, I know I didn't do anything wrong). Or I can just take comfort in the fact that GOD KNOWS. He is telling me to rest in that. And I am.

I don't want anyone to feel bad for me. I don't want anyone to cry for me, or mourn for me. I don't want that attention. Call me stubborn. I don't know why I don't want any of that...but its just how I am mourning this. Its such an intimately personal experience...one that I'm sure everyone handles in their own way. I appreciate prayer. Always. But if you read this and want to do something or say something...pray instead. Praise Him for knowing all things. Praise Him for creating life.



*disclaimer: If you are one of my pregnant family or friends who read this and immediately felt like shit for posting whatever you did about your baby and pregnancy, please don't feel bad :) I want to rejoice with you in the baby you are carrying...and while it may take a little time for me to not feel the way I do...it would hurt more for this to hinder your JOY for the beautiful life you've been blessed with. Post everything and know I am JOYFUL for you!


Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Callused.

The older I get, the more I understand what I put my parent's through as a high school student. I keep finding myself becoming a callused old woman with a very little tolerance for the naivety of youth. Let me assure you, I pray against it always. Perhaps it would be easier to continue being callused if I didn't have the privilege of serving the Lord by leading a group of senior high school girls. Watching how the Lord miraculously changes the hearts of even the very lost, never fails to astound me.

I'm always pulled between grace and truth. As those who know me well will tell you, I'm much more of a truth person than a grace person. If you have the guts to put it out, you best have the guts to hear what I'm gonna give back to you. This works in some cases, but the longer I work with high school students, the more I realize that there needs to be a balance. Its easy to forget how I was when I was in high school. My old youth group leader will tell you I was one of her most challenging students...maybe even hopeless.

What I remember about her most was that she listened to me, that she was consistently in my life and that she loved me no matter what junk I may have drudged her through. To be perfectly honest, I don't even remember all the trouble she walked with me through...but I do remember her always being there, speaking the truth of the gospel into my life, teaching me about the incredible love of Jesus. She never judged, but directed. She was firm, yet incredibly loving. She was excited with me when Jesus changed my heart, and she wasn't far when I wanted nothing to do with Him.

So when I decided to lead in our high school ministry, I knew that I had a fantastic example to serve by...and the more I led, the more I realized that she was simply exemplifying Christ in her leading me.

I feel like in almost every situation in life, we get wrapped up in the "how to" or in the practice of becoming the best. We seek out the best leaders to learn how to lead...but we forget that all the secrets of the very best Leader is in scripture. How do we lead anyone well?? By serving them as Jesus would. With love, grace and truth...being a constant in their lives, even when they want nothing to do with us. My serving has changed gears in a huge way...less me, more Jesus...in everything. And let me tell you...when you serve with the heart of Jesus, and get snubbed by a student...it certainly puts my own sins against Christ in perspective.

Friday, June 1, 2012

A decade past.

I'll be 30 years old in 20 days.

Tonight I was driving home from my parent's house, and started thinking about all those times when I doubted God. When I doubted His ability to use me. When I excluded myself from His calling because I assumed there were enough people in the world doing what He called us to do. Times when my pursuit of Christ was on my to do list...times when my faith wasn't my first priority. I spent so many years wasting time...trying to figure out life apart from God. Trying to sort out these things in my life, giving God the thanks no doubt, but that's about it.

I remember being 18 and 19 years old and having women in my life who were GREAT women of God. I remember thinking how much I wanted to be that, and how INSANELY far away I was from it. I remember feeling the impossibility of it...the HUGENESS of it...so so far away.

Fast forward 10 and 11 years. I'm a college graduate. I'm married to a man I never imagined I could be blessed with. I have two of the most incredible children, both carried through perfectly healthy pregnancies and delivered without complication. I've owned two homes. I've accomplished a ton in my twenties. But to be honest, in the most humble way, my relationship with Jesus Christ...my pursuit of holiness...my desire to become a woman of God...THAT is what has made my 20's all worth it.

When I look back, I have a lot to be thankful for, but I'm most thankful that I've become one of those Godly women I so aspired to be. Please know I don't say that to boast. I don't wear it pridefully. I am humbled in the presence of my savior. His victory in my life has me on my knees daily. This nearness I am now so very familiar with, isn't something I'd ever give up.

So if asked the question of what I'd say today to the 20 year old me...I'm not sure I'd say anything. I lived my 20's well. I lived my 20's faithfully. More and more I realize how much I needed to do all I did through the past in order to be where I am now. More and more I see God's hand in my life...through my past and on my future. He has always been present. He was standing near protecting me from the naivety of youth. He was standing there waiting for me to realize how much more He was compared to all those idols I held so dear. He was the one who blessed me, who taught me, who tested me. His hand moving so intentionally in every direction, leading me RIGHT. HERE.

I've never been more excited to turn a new age. Not because I'm older...or that the world will look at me differently now that I'm that much more of an adult. I'm excited because for the first time I feel like its truly an end of an era, and the beginning of another. So here's to my 30's. All praise and glory be to God.

Blessings,
L

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

A little respect...

I'm getting on my soapbox for this one. If you don't like it, you can stop reading...though I don't know how any logical person wouldn't agree with me.

Last week I went to deer park mall with my husband, my 5 year old daughter and my 2 year old son. On more than one occasion, I saw a teenage girl dressed inappropriately.

One was in a see-through white crop top with a black bra underneath. She was maybe 14. 


One was in shorts that resembled those jean diapers they made for babies awhile back, and a shirt with her belly and boobs hanging out.


One was in a ripped up tshirt that showed all kinds of skin and read, "I'm in Cancun, Bitch". She couldn't have been older than 16. 

This infuriated me. First, because they are children dressed like porn stars. Second, because my precious five year old daughter is looking at these girls wondering why they are dressed like that. We, as parents, wonder why our children are becoming so sexually aware at such a young age. We blame magazines, we blame tv, we blame advertisements. All of those things certainly have their influence...but I'm convinced there is something more influential.

Parents.

I wasn't mad at these girls for dressing inappropriately (though I did want to throw blankets over them when I saw them). All I could think of was how on earth their parents allowed them to leave the house wearing clothes like these. Hear the facts: If your daughter is out in public dressed like a giant slut, you've done something wrong. Now I get that children do a lot of stupid things that parents don't know about...and its not always a reflection of bad parenting...but I find it really hard to believe that its difficult to monitor the way your child dresses.

No, I have never raised teenagers. And yes, I'm fully aware of the challenges that come with that. But as parents, do we just surrender to the pressures they are exposed to? I don't think so.

This experience has me looking forward to the challenge of teaching my daughter to be respectful of the body God gave her. It has me looking forward to fighting the pressures of the world FOR HER and WITH HER so that she can rise above it, and grow up understanding what God says about sex and what she should do with it.

We are designed in the image of God. When we disgrace ourselves, disrespect ourselves...we are insulting the very creation of our Lord. Lets teach our children well.