Monday, July 30, 2012

birth story

In this post I would like to share my amazing birth story. I wrote it for myself- so that I would not forget and so that I can share it with my daughter one day. But I'm sharing it with you for several reasons. When I was pregnant all I ever heard from anyone was birth horror stories and comments about how awful pregnancy and labor is. If I said anything positive about my pregnancy the return comment was "Oh, well you just wait!" and when I was nearing my due date the comment was "I'll bet you're ready to get that baby out of there!". It is as if women did not like to hear anything other than the miseries of childbearing. Now that I have had a birth experience as wonderful as my pregnancy was, I am getting comments such as "Oh, you were just really lucky". No. I was not lucky. Blessed- yes, lucky- no. And as you will read, my birth story did not just happen, but was the ending to a long road of intentional preparation of my mind and body. I knew if I didn't write this immediately, then my story would be attributed to after birth forgetfulness. So I wrote my birth story the very next day, and now I'd like to share it with you. 
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     My baby girl's birth story is a story of a journey that began long before the first contractions. It is an amazing story that, like all births, cannot be limited to simply the physical act of giving birth, but must include the mental and emotional experience. 

     I cannot tell this story without telling of the role that Choice played in our journey. We decided to have a home birth when I was about 3 months pregnant. I very much liked my OB doctor, and she was supportive of that decision. The decision came after we started to do research on what pregnancy and having a baby looked like. I can't say that a home birth is the best choice for every woman- I can say that it was the best choice for me and now I can't imagine anything better. No matter what choice a woman makes, it is so important to be informed, to know what is going on in your body and to be educated about child birth. If for no other reason, learning about all of this makes this miraculous event all the more amazing! As we did research and asked my doctor questions about birth procedure, I found that there were many aspects of the birth that I was not permitted to decide on that I felt ought to be my choice. I also found little confidence in my body from the general medical perspective of my doctor, and began to notice that the majority of people we knew having hospital births were ending in C-sections many times after the same chain of events that seemed to result in some cases from this lack of confidence. Lastly, we began to discover many benefits to having our baby at home, especially since we were so committed to having our baby born naturally with no unnecessary intervention.

     What resulted from this decision was a formative experience for me as a woman, gave my husband and I a wonderful and intimate birth experience and gave my baby girl what I believe to be the best possible birth. We were blessed by God with a healthy baby and were blessed to not have any serious complications or concerns. This miracle of childbirth makes me marvel how anyone could experience this and not believe in God- and certainly he is intimately involved in the entire process. I talk a lot about confidence throughout this story, but I want to be clear that my confidence is founded in God, and that we prayed for his help through this entire journey- and continue to. It is because of my faith that I found reason to not fear and my confidence grew out of knowing that God loves this baby more than I ever could.

     Once we began meeting with our midwives, Nina and Kelley, we were quickly amazed at the difference in care provided. Instead of the 15 rushed minutes with my doctor, our appointments were an hour long! I was asked immeasurably more medical and family history questions relevant to the birth than I ever was by my doctor. I left every appointment feeling so empowered and so excited about the birth. The difference that made for my husband and I was huge. Our society has made childbirth out to be something to be feared and has so many women believing they couldn't ever do it without an epidural. Many women even believe that having a C-section is "taking the easy way out." Before our decision for a home birth, I found myself very much a product of these messages. This was changed when I began educating myself about childbirth and was empowered to have confidence in my body and my baby to tell me what was needed and if something was wrong.

     Another aspect of our birth story that took place in preparation for the birth was the mental and emotional preparation. As I began to consider how child birth might be hindered or helped by my mind, I began a list of "replacement thoughts" for possible negative and defeating thoughts triggered by fear or pain. Many of those messages were even helpful through discomforts in pregnancy. The more I became aware of and changed my thoughts about pregnancy and birth to positive and uplifting messages, the more they actually changed my emotions and even physically how I felt. I cannot over emphasize how powerful our thoughts are and how our body (and even our babies!) respond to them.

All that being said- here is how the birth began...

     Monday afternoon at 4:30pm I woke up and rolled over from a nap to feel a sort of "pop" and release of fluid. It was 6 days before my due date and being my first pregnancy I thought there was no way my baby would decide to come this early. It occurred to me that perhaps this could be my water breaking so I went to the bathroom. After a second and third release of fluid, and having tested the pH level to confirm it was not urine, I called my midwives to let them know my water had indeed broke. As I held the phone about to make the call, I felt a flutter in my stomach and a rush of nerves as I realized "it had begun". When I ended the call with Nina I reassessed myself and noticed the nerves were gone and my confidence had returned. After that moment I did not feel nervous or afraid again.

Early labor
     I made a quick grocery list for Kevin (we hadn't quite finished preparations for our home birth...) and made a few more calls- including finding someone to transport and store our dinning room table so there would be room to set up the birthing tub. It was about 5:00pm (30 min. after my water broke) when I started feeling contractions. They were about 7 minutes apart and so faint that I was not sure at first if they were real contractions. By 6:00pm when our friends came to get the dinning room table, I had no doubt that what I felt was contractions and I was already having to be somewhat intentional about keeping my body relaxed through them. Each contraction was about 5-7 minutes apart and by 6:30pm I was needing to sit on the corner of my bed and gently rock through them. When rocking, I could still talk through them- but they were growing in intensity and frequency at a faster rate than I was expecting.

     While the physical intensity was still moderate, I remained in tune with my thoughts and spent much of the time talking to my baby girl as Kevin scurried around trying to get the birthing tub set up. I repeated messages I had been telling myself for months- "My body knows exactly what to do", "I can do this", "I am amazed at my body", "God designed my body to handle this", "This will be over tomorrow", "I don't have to do this alone", "This is so amazing" and other variations and similar thoughts. As I talked with my baby girl through labor, I encouraged my baby that she too could do this, that she could come whenever she was ready, and many words of my love for her. In combination with my thoughts I continued to use progressive relaxation, guided imagery and mindfulness of my body through each contraction. Even though each contraction was growing in intensity- so was my confidence that I really could do this, and I was sure to focus my mind on that growing realization.  

     Kevin and I were keeping our midwives, Kelley and Nina, updated through texting and we were all expecting this to be the beginning of labor which would last perhaps till the early morning hours. Between 7:00 and 8:00pm Kevin was getting a bit frantic while trying to get the birthing tub assembled and filled and I was getting into contractions that I needed to breath through. As I verbally encouraged him that he was doing a great job and everything would be ok and that he could do this, he paused to laugh and comment that I was far more calm than he was. I imagine that is normal for soon to be dads in that moment, and it actually encouraged me to be all the more calm in order to balance his stress. But when he said that to me I realized that I was in fact calm- and the continued realization of my body's ability to respond positively to the intensity of the experience of birth was incredibly empowering.

Active labor
     A little after 9:00 pm my friend Amy arrived. At this point my contractions were about 3 minutes apart and about a 7-8 in intensity. By now the birthing tub was up and being filled and Kevin was with me helping me through the contractions. I wanted to create a calm and soothing environment so I had some aromatherapy candles lit, low lighting and instrumental "relaxation" music playing. As I had a contraction, Kevin would visually scan my body and softly instruct me to relax the areas he could see were tense. Most of my tension was in my face, hands and toes. I used a lot of breathing techniques and guided imagery at this point in labor.

     Nina and Kelley had been keeping posted on my contractions and decided to send Alison, the midwife apprentice, out to see how I was doing. Alison arrived between 9:30 and 10:00pm. After waiting through a few contractions we decided to check and see how dilated I was: 4 centimeters. She also found out that the baby was "sunny side up" and would need to be turned. To turn her I tried several different positions and ended up laying on my side. This was the most difficult point in the entire process. At the time, I rated those contractions at a 9-10 and was really struggling to keep my body relaxed and my mind focused. Kevin stayed close, was encouraging me verbally and kept a firm hold on my hand. On each break between contractions he would coach me to just do one more and kept my focus. Alison was not only encouraging, but maintained the calm in the room. After several contractions like this Alison noticed I was starting to push- she asked if I was trying to push in response to the pain or if my body was telling me to push. All I could say was that I couldn't keep from pushing. She checked me between my next two contractions and found that 45 minutes after her previous exam I was already fully dilated and was in fact ready to push (baby had successfully turned). Very calmly and reassuringly, Alison suggested I get in the tub and quickly called Nina and Kelley to let them know about the sudden progression. Nina and Kelley were on their way but about 20-30 minutes from our house, so Alison helped me breath differently through the contractions so that I could try to keep from pushing till everybody was there.

     Around 11:00 pm Nina and Kelley arrived and I gave my body full permission to push. Everything had changed physically since I got into the tub. Almost immediately I felt relief in the warm water from the soreness in my abdominal muscles. My contractions, while probably still just as intense, were only uncomfortable at their peak as opposed to a sort of bell curve. I immediately knew that the tub was an incredibly good decision! The water was so warm and I felt so relaxed despite the events taking place. Shortly after really starting to push I switched over to a hands and knees position with Kevin facing me. I was surprised at how weightless I felt and what little pressure there was on any part of my body. Between contractions I would rest my head on Kevin's shoulder and for most of the time Nina held a fan so it blew on my face. At this point in the birth I could honestly say I was completely comfortable and relaxed were it not for the contractions. Even those, combined with the pushing, were not anything like I had expected after hearing the many horror stories of birth and being generally influenced by the ways media portrays birth. I was actually able to really soak in the experience and, yes- I'm going to say it, enjoy it. A miracle was taking place in my body and it was not scary, and it was not an emergency. I was surrounded by people that believed I could handle this and that my body was made to do this. I expected a lot of instruction from the midwives when it came to the birth- but when I asked what to do they responded by asking what my body was telling me to do, and each time I knew the answer.

     Perhaps the most surprising thing about our baby's birth was that I never felt the "transition" phase. I knew about it and was ready for it, and at one point even asked while pushing if this was the point at which I should be feeling that "I can't do this" feeling. I asked that because I wasn't feeling that way, but it did seem like the pushing was taking forever and I was getting a little tired. I remembered reading that when you experience that transition of feeling you can't do it, that you are close to actually doing it...and I was hoping I was getting close to the end.

   

     At 12:15am, after about 1hr. and 15 min. of pushing, our baby girl was born. She had her cord wrapped once around her neck tight enough that Alison and Kelley "somersaulted" her out. When they put her on my chest her eyes were open and she was stretching her neck, but she hadn't cried yet. After rubbing her back a little she finally let out one or two little cries and we watched as she took her first breath! I have heard people say that immediately they felt overwhelming love for their baby- for me I felt overwhelmingly shocked at what had just happened. I couldn't believe that she had just come out of my belly!

   
     After moving out of the tub and to our bed, I began to feel that intense rush of love you see in the faces of parents as they look at their new baby. After a little work to get my placenta out, Kevin and I were left with our baby girl for about 45 minutes to bond with her. She never did cry very much, but was alert as we studied each others faces. A little over an hour later Kevin cut her cord. I couldn't believe that in just under 8 hours our baby girl had arrived. While I was shocked at how quickly she came (as was everyone!) I feel blessed to have had only 45 minutes of active labor and just over an hour of pushing. 





     When Nina, Kelley and Alison returned they did their exam of the baby while we were still in the room so we could watch. I couldn't help but think even then at all the differences I was experiencing to being in a hospital. My baby was not washed of her vernix or wisked away from me. She wasn't placed on a hard metal tray to be weighed or strapped with ankle and arm bands. I watch as Alison very lovingly checked, measured and weighed her in a way that was soft and sweet and not at all just work routine. I also loved that we were there for all of it- there was no mystery to where my baby was and how she was being handled. I was in my home with people I loved and felt personally connected to, rather than strangers I had just met.

     The rest kind of does become a blur- Amy made me eggs and turkey bacon- it will remain to be one of the best meals of my life! I felt great comfort knowing she was holding my baby as I went to shower. Amy's role in the birth extended beyond the beginning of labor. For months she had been encouraging me and with me on the journey of discovering the confidence that I believe in great part led to this birth story. She took photos and video that I will forever cherish and continued to be there for us and we began the rather terrifying journey of parenthood!  

     There aren't words to express how glad I am that we decided to have a home birth with Choice. I will forever consider this to be one of the best decisions we have made as a couple. The very personal care we have experienced from the midwives has just been unbelievable. I wish that every woman who has feared child birth could see birth through their eyes.

Our baby girl, named Kyra Aaron Reed, is a beautiful, calm baby girl. She was 7 lbs. 8 oz. and just under 20 inches long. We cannot count our blessings!



Tuesday, June 12, 2012

the end

One year ago I completed the 2 year co-hort of my masters program and proceeded on to the final year of advanced classes. I took this picture on the day I completed my cohort:
I thought it would be cool to take this same picture on the day I graduated one year later:
Funny how a year can mean so much more than you ever anticipated! For example, I was not expecting to be 8 months pregnant in this picture!

It is always a weird feeling to be at the end of anything. There is the strange emotional mix of excitement, disbelief, fear and even grief. We are very adaptable and resilient creatures of habit. Kevin has been reminding me of how at the beginning of this 3 year journey I was often in a state of tearful stress and would say to him that I didn't think I could do this program. Over time I adapted to the demands of school and now can't hardly imagine life without class and internship. What has become a familiar routine is now over and a new journey is beginning. Interestingly, I find myself with many of the same fears and hesitancies that I felt at the beginning of this previous journey, as well as many others throughout my life as they have started.

One of my favorite chapters in the bible is Isaiah 41. An insert I have read many times says:

I took you from the ends of the earth,
    from its farthest corners I called you.
I said, ‘You are my servant’;
    I have chosen you and have not rejected you.
So do not fear, for I am with you;
    do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
    I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. 

For I am the Lord your God
    who takes hold of your right hand
and says to you, "Do not fear;
    I will help you.


That last portion is especially powerful to me- perhaps I have said this here before, but when I read Isaiah 41:13 I am transfixed on the imagery of the God of the universe, who is all powerful and who created everything, looking deep into my eyes with an incomprehensible depth of love for me and with an empathetic gaze gently taking my weak hand into his strong protective hand and saying to me "Do not fear, I will help you." 
Amazing. The God of the universe having an interaction like that with me?? Having that level of love and concern and compassion for me?? How could I then be afraid. And yet- I still am. This season of transition is certainly one which is challenging my faith in asking if I do in fact have faith in my God. Do I really believe he is going to help me? Do I really believe he is in control? Do I really believe he loves me? He has always always always provided all I have ever needed- His grace has always always always been more then enough for me- so why do I fear that this time will be different. 

I feel so much like Peter when he walked on water toward Jesus. When he took his eyes off Jesus and became increasingly aware of the storm around him, as you may know, he began to sink. This summer feels like I am stepping out of the boat in an effort to obediently follow Jesus. When I think about everything surrounding that decision, I feel so overwhelmed with an array of emotions that "sinking" is perhaps the most acute way to describe how I feel. But when I look to Jesus and remember his faithfulness and his love, I feel empowered by his grace and peace to take another step toward him and his direction. 

Someone once told me that a sacrifice is not a sacrifice unless it costs you something. In this step of faith and obedience, it seems as though the cost has never been higher and the sacrifice never more painful. 

Maybe I have been living comfortably and have forgotten what it means to have an active radical faith- one that keeps you out of your comfort zone and daily demands reliance on God. Maybe I have been too focused on what I want and desire, rather than living with my eyes and heart fixed on eternity rather than today. 
I think Satan's most effective tool is distraction. Eternally most of my fears are insignificant- they are only fears of this life and of this world. Perhaps if I were to be afraid my fear should be of complacency and the daily pursuit of comfort.  

So to climb out of the well of deep thought...

 ...here are 2 more pictures from graduation- the first must be included because this journey required so much from my beloved husband (he was as relieved I was done as I was!) and without his support I am sure I would not have reached the end of this. I may never fully appreciate all he suffered through so that I could achieve this degree. And second is my beloved baby girl- she has given us so much joy and excitement over the last several months! I just love my little baby so much :)   


35 weeks!
 

I don't think this blog is viewed by many- but to anyone who has offered support and encouragement to me through the challenging moments of the last 3 years- thank you. thank you so very much from the bottom of my heart! I do not take for granted your role in helping me finish this race.



Wednesday, May 23, 2012

the other side of the camera

So this past week the amazing and super talented Amy (see blog here) took maternity for me and Kevin and baby. I knew she would do great- but I could not be more happy with these pictures!! They are exactly what I was hoping for. I keep looking at these pictures again and again- it is so weird to be on the other side of the camera! So I will share a few of my favorites...












 So thankful that the man I married has only grown in the things that made me fall in love with him- I hope I never take for granite having a very physically and emotionally affectionate husband.


Tuesday, May 15, 2012

all things baby

Since my last several posts have been heavy and pictureless- here is a lighter picture filled post :o)

Here is baby-


21 weeks
23 weeks


25 weeks
28 weeks

30 weeks
32 weeks

The funny thing is I remember taking this picture and thinking I was SO big! (13 weeks)

















So with about 8 or so weeks left till baby girl arrives and 2 weeks left till graduation- I have been compiling things I want to make for baby.
I found this amazing wreath on pinterest- imagine adding "Its a Girl" across the middle (!)

I've also been thinking a lot about her newborn pictures (which there will be so many of!) and some hats that I'd like to get or make...









And headbands....







And lastly- like every other creative person I draw inspiration from the amazing work of others: newborn shots that I love and inspire me...
love the colors....

everything about this picture is great...except maybe the hat...

I love the lace!





All the pictures (with exception of the ones of myself of course) are found on www.pinterest.com.
(I didn't site each one cause it would require re-finding them)

Next project is to search out a mobile to make, and perhaps make it (so much to make!!) Then I will be close to blogging baby's room (which is almost done!!)

What fun these next few weeks will be... :o)


journey

So posting in this blog only once every month or two really makes time feel like it has flown by! My student status officially ends in 2 weeks and I will hopefully pick up the pace with blog posts (for all who are interested and for my own enjoyment!)


Reflecting on this past year it seems as though many seasons are soon coming to an end and  new chapters are about to be written. To name a few- baby girl will be here in about 8 weeks or so! And in just over 2 weeks I will complete my masters degree. Summer has always been a time of pause and restart for me- mostly because of my long standing "student status". Transitions are always an interesting time in life that it seems God really takes advantage of to teach us to rely more heavily on him.

I can't say that this season of change hasn't presented some great challenges- but in the midst of struggle I heard a message preached that really shaped my thinking. Billy Huddleston (website) recently spoke at my church about the Psalm 37 highlighting verse 4. There is SO MUCH in this psalm that is just remarkable and life giving (read it here), but his message on verse 4 really spoke to where I was sitting that night.

Psalm 37:4
Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart. 

I have heard and quoted this verse for years. My theological understanding was that God knows the desires of our hearts and either fulfills them or removes them. Of course scripture does not say that- but logically it made sense. So that is what I believed. But really what is being said is far from that.

To summarize a more lengthy message that he preached, here is what he said: the two key words here are delight and desire. To understand the passage, we have to understand these two words.

Billy used the ipad dictionary app as a simple definition resource. Here is how it defines delight and desire.

Delight
1. A high degree of pleasure or enjoyment
2. To take great pleasure
3. To gain satisfaction from   

Desire
1. An expressed wish
2. A longing or craving
3. That which satisfies

Replacing these two words with their definition is really eye opening, but the pairing that really challenged my original understanding of the passage was the last two definitions:

Gain satisfaction from the LORD and he will give you that which satisfies.

In addition Billy said that to make "desire" plural is a poor translation. He suggests that in the original Hebrew text "desire" is not plural, but singular and could more specifically be translated as that which you want most.

So in my journey I realized that what I have desired most are things that do not satisfy and yet I have expected God to give me those desires because I have sought him and have followed him. But the message here is not "follow me and I'll grant your wishes", rather it is (to paraphrase) "Find your joy in me and I will be enough for you"


Saturday, March 31, 2012

hunger games

Recently I was thinking that I, being a very negligent blogger, ought to get some sort of blog post together or else March will be completely without a post! Realizing it has been since my initial baby post that I have made any further update- I thought perhaps I would post on that. But then my husband and I went to see the movie "Hunger Games" and I have found the need for a forum in which to fully tell of my experience with this movie.

No, I have not read the books. Therefore I have nothing negative or positive to say about them. I actually was not planning to see the movie, but my husband really wanted to see it (he also has not read the books). Literally every person I have heard talk about the books have said they are great and impossible to put down, and those who saw the movie loved it and many have even gone to see it multiple times.

In its first week the movie grossed $189 Million dollars source (A total of $152.3 Million of that was grossed over the first weekend of its release source). This means that "Hunger Games" grossed more in its first week than did "Twilight Saga".  Over this weekend, the movie is projected to collect yet another $60 Million, and project to hit $260 Million as its 10 day total source. Since the movie *only* cost $85 Million to make, the profits have already been substantial to date.  It should be noted: "Hunger Games" now holds the record of the 3rd best movie opening of all time. source

Based on this information- as well as the high recommendations from others who had seen the movie (many of them multiple times already), we decided to see the film.

Leaving the theater my husband and I both felt shocked and disturbed.


But I want to make a clear separation before continuing: the message of "Hunger Games" is in fact disturbing- and it should be. It is a powerful message that provides a great opportunity to start relevant and needed conversations about the state of our own society/culture here in the US. I have read reviews of the actual books that indicate that they are equally as violent as the movie and I would even agree that in many ways describing such violence is necessary to communicate the absolute barbaric and violent nature of the games.

I have read equally disturbing accounts of actual world events that shook me to the core- violence like this actually happens in our world today and in some cases it is for the purpose of twisted entertainment. And so again- I have nothing negative to say about the books, and the message is very relevant and powerful, should we choose to do something with it. 

OK: the movie.
Here is the problem with the movie-

We have gone so far with violence in our media to gain revenue, and while some may leave the movie appalled at what they saw, many more people will likely leave the movie feeling as though it was a great and entertaining film. It seems to me that it is portrayed by its rating as being a movie appropriate for a young audience- but if a young person walks out of the movie missing the message we have only continued in their numbing of violence and the sanctity of life- and it is nothing more than entertaining.

I do very strongly believe that movies such as this one glorify violence and distort the reality of death and violence for not only children and adolescents, but also adults. I very strongly believe that as a culture we are suffering the outcomes of media (violent and otherwise) holding such a strong influence in our lives seen in ways such as domestic violence, human trafficking, bullying, crime, body image distortion, eating disorders, relationship dysfunction, compromised morals, suicide, self harm, feeling in a constant state of "need"/want, any imaginable form of disrespect shown to another human being, and many more. No, media is not the only contributor to all of these things. But we are blind to not see its overwhelming influence. Media is the primary norm setter in our culture.

The most ignorant thing I have ever heard a person say (and I have heard countless people say this) is that "media doesn't affect me". 
The reality is it does. The danger is when we don't recognize that. We are constant consumers of media every day. It is nearly unavoidable. Media, in fact, is such a strong and constant presence in our lives that we have to take a hard look at how media is shaping our culture and our beliefs. Because it undoubtedly is. 

"Hunger Games" received a rating of PG-13. This then suggests that our greater society believes this is an appropriate movie to be viewed by a 13 year old without adult supervision or involvement. Suppose the rating would have been R, it would not have restricted those under 17 to view the movie, but rather it would have required them to be with an adult. But even an "R" rating would not resolve the problem as we all know that teens often find young adults to help them with age restricted activities. 

But as it is, there are many young teens seeing this movie which contains a very mature message and very graphic violent images.

I personally was so disturbed I was quite shaken to the core, as was my husband. In my opinion, this is a good response to the movie. Why? Because the message is disturbing, so why wouldn't the visual depiction of it being equally if not more disturbing than the literature depiction? 
I wish I hadn't seen it. But now that I have, I am responsible for what I do with it. Because if I do nothing- then what purpose other than entertainment does my seeing this movie have? 

Ok here is the stretch- but please let this simmer and know I also see that these things are different, but also strikingly similar...
In the movie "Hunger Games" the general premise of the story is that there is a group of people who live in a place of excess in every way (the capital)- the movie does well to depict their obsessions with self and their indulgences of luxary. Surrounding the capital are districts where people are in complete poverty. In these districts 2 people ages 12-18 are selected every year to compete in the "Hunger Games" where they must kill the other 23 people in order to survive. These games are made a huge entertainment event for those in the capital, and even those in the districts will watch the games (perhaps with a bit more vested interest) Kinda similar to the Olympics. The broadcasting of these games is done much like reality TV today- it is all about getting the best ratings and having the best story. The entertainment of the people in the capital is at the expense of young lives, and there is no remorse. 

With that in mind- are there ways that we in the US are doing a similar thing? The images portrayed in violent movies are a reality for many people in the world. What we are seeing on the screen is actually happening today. Are we so isolated in our comfort and excess that we have become numb to this reality much like those living in the capital? We can be certain that we live in the same excess and self indulgence as those in the "capital", are we beginning to also loose sight of those in the "districts" around us? Does the pain and loss of others feel so far removed from ourselves that we have denied its existence? And how different is it for those in the capital to watch a screen of people killing one another for pleasure and entertainment, and us today watching a screen that while it is not the actual violence, it is representative of actual violence in our world. 

What if we asked ourselves this question: Which is more offensive- to watch people die for our pleasure, or to simulate people dying and dismiss it as fiction when it is not? 

I'm not begging an answer of that question, but we need to think about just how different those two things are. 

You may ask, "Chelsie, why get all upset about watching a movie?". Well for one, the movie was upsetting. But what really is upsetting is that, based on the numbers, there will be millions of people going to see this movie and how many of them will leave upset and disturbed verses how many will leave believing this is "only a movie".  
What more do we have to do in our media to disturb and upset people if this doesn't do it? Now tell me we are not numbing ourselves to the reality of violence. Its a scary road. 


I know my opinion here will be among a great minority. And for whatever reason, people have very strong positive opinions about the movie and the books. I am glad so many people have read these books- I am scared to see what little lasting affect results from it. 

A question I have struggled with and will likely never have a satisfying answer to, is why people are defending violence in media? If there is even the possibility of the extreme negative consequences of exposing our children to these images and messages- then what exactly is worth defending at that potential cost?? Again we find ourselves far more concerned about our own pleasure and entertainment. Just because something isn't wrong, doesn't mean it is wise.


Call it an overreaction. But please don't neglect to really consider the message of "Hunger Games" and the application.
 











   

Saturday, February 11, 2012

shaken

My heart is overwhelmed. 
As a counselor I am often helping others deal with stress, anxiety, fear and anger...and yet as I feel these things so deeply I cannot do anything but sit in them. I have been shaken to the core and am grieving the many losses that result from my circumstance. And so all I know to do is to turn back to my Lord and ask "why". I am so glad is big and mighty and can handle my questions and my pain. 
I am certain everyone who has lived has experienced pain and my words are not falling on unknowing ears. I find myself desperately wanting to believe the words of Psalm 27. Lined with reassurance, pain, grief, fear, hope, peace and desperation; here are the words of David:

Psalm 27

1 The LORD is my light and my salvation—
   whom shall I fear?
The LORD is the stronghold of my life—
   of whom shall I be afraid?
 2 When the wicked advance against me
   to devour me,
it is my enemies and my foes
   who will stumble and fall.
3 Though an army besiege me,
   my heart will not fear;
though war break out against me,
   even then I will be confident.
 4 One thing I ask from the LORD,
   this only do I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the LORD
   all the days of my life,
to gaze on the beauty of the LORD
   and to seek him in his temple.
5 For in the day of trouble
   he will keep me safe in his dwelling;
he will hide me in the shelter of his sacred tent
   and set me high upon a rock.
 6 Then my head will be exalted
   above the enemies who surround me;
at his sacred tent I will sacrifice with shouts of joy;
   I will sing and make music to the LORD.
 7 Hear my voice when I call, LORD;
   be merciful to me and answer me.
8 My heart says of you, “Seek his face!”
   Your face, LORD, I will seek.
9 Do not hide your face from me,
   do not turn your servant away in anger;
   you have been my helper.
Do not reject me or forsake me,
   God my Savior.
10 Though my father and mother forsake me,
   the LORD will receive me.
11 Teach me your way, LORD;
   lead me in a straight path
   because of my oppressors.
12 Do not turn me over to the desire of my foes,
   for false witnesses rise up against me,
   spouting malicious accusations.
 13 I remain confident of this:
   I will see the goodness of the LORD
   in the land of the living.
14 Wait for the LORD;
   be strong and take heart
   and wait for the LORD.