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Emily began writing short stories and poetry as a little girl, entered the blogging world in her early 20's, and recently released her first book, Yielded in His Hands (eLectio Publishing). She enjoys being a stay-at-home momma while still being able to freelance write. Believing she has been forgiven of much, she loves much, and desires to point others to Christ and His redemptive and transforming power. If you would like to connect with Emily or learn more about her book, you can visit her website: www.emilyrosemassey.com

Emily Massey

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Emily began writing short stories and poetry as a little girl, entered the blogging world in her early 20's, and recently released her first book, Yielded in His Hands (eLectio Publishing). She enjoys being a stay-at-home momma while still being able to freelance write. Believing she has been forgiven of much, she loves much, and desires to point others to Christ and His redemptive and transforming power. If you would like to connect with Emily or learn more about her book, you can visit her website: www.emilyrosemassey.com

Discovering My (Mis)Identification

#identity #questions

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I figured most of you wouldn't mind if I just wrote very "stream of consciousness"-esque today.

It's much easier for me these days, it seems.

Little sleep and working long and late retail holiday hours have left me a tad burnt out for much creativity.

Sadly.

I'm hoping that this writer's block season is almost over because, jeezo peet, I miss it.

A part of me was willing to say "good-bye" or at least "see ya next time" because it has seemed like such a struggle to even sit down with any ounce of writing inspiration. I have been wondering if my writing season was coming to an end and the Lord wanted me to focus on using another gift.

But what if there is no outlet for any of my talents?

Man, it's been like this for awhile. At least I've always had a place to write. My blog gave me somewhat of a platform and influence, even if it was small.

The more I reflect upon this void feeling, the more I wonder if this is the working of the Potter as He molds me and changes my heart's desires even more to sound like His heartbeat.

But it seems quiet around here. 

The question that I can't seem to escape has been:

What if this whole time He has been stripping me from identities that were not how He truly sees me?

I know that because of my lack of productivity I have had to learn to just be and most importantly, just be His daughter. This is a lesson that has come with many tests, and I admit that I have failed several times. The Lord just keeps the opportunities a'coming to pass and move onto the next level. But when will that ever happen?

Formlessness is what this is called. I'm in process. I'm on the wheel. I've been on the wheel. For a long time it seems.

I haven't been able to hold onto any label or (mis)identification for many months, you guys.

I used to be Emily Rose Mollet- actress, singer, dancer.

Then I became Emily Rose Massey (seven years ago today, actually)- worship leader, writer, youth pastor, singer/songwriter, author, speaker

Besides my often forced hand at writing and occasionally leading a women's Bible study once every 6-8 weeks or so, I don't do any of those things anymore.

I'm not really any of those things anymore.

But here's the kicker...

...I NEVER truly was any of those things. I am a daughter of the Most High God! That's the only identity that matters, right? That's the greatest position I will ever stand in, right?

Although I would have told you straight to your face that my identity is not in what I do, I don't know if I whole-heartedly believed that.

And that is why I think the Lord has had to strip me down where I do none of those things, with absolutely no opportunities in sight to even attempt them, or having very little desire or passion left in me to attempt doing any of those things at all and not much grace to accomplish them.

I'd love to tell you that because I haven't been allowed to busy myself that I have had powerful encounters with Jesus every day during my quiet times while my son napped. Sometimes that was the case. But more often than not, I wrestled with this issue of mis-identification, asking God why, when, how...

...wondering what this sense of void really was all about and if it would ever go away.

Maybe today is the day I stop resisting His hand and yield to it. Funny I say that, considering the title of my book, Yielded in His Hands.

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Yes, I'm in process on this Potter's wheel, but I know the end result is quite a masterpiece.

Until then, I'm on a search to discover this true identity as God's daughter and allow Him to rid my heart of any mis-identification. 


Yielded in His Hands

Check out more of my blogs on www.emilyrosemassey.com! Also, visit my website for more information on how to stay connected with me, as well as info about my book Yielded in His Hands- now available on Amazon.com!


Aggressive Expectation: Preparing for 2017

#New Year #Believing God #belonging

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I don’t know about you, but I am a list-maker.

I have always been ever since I learned to write, I think. There is just something about writing down your thoughts that helps relieve tension in ways that I simply cannot fully explain. Obviously, says the writer.

The list-making goes hand-in-hand with journaling for me too- it’s funny to think that I have kept a diary since I was in grade school. My earliest memory of one I owned had a tiny lock and key and Tweety Bird on the front cover. I can only imagine what top secret words my heart needed to pen that I had to make sure to lock the diary. 🙂

It wasn’t until I became a fully devoted follower of Jesus Christ that I realized how important my passion for writing things down was in my walk with the Lord.

Habakkuk 2:2-3 (NKJV) says:

 2 Then the Lord answered me and said:

“Write the vision
And make it plain on tablets,
That he may run who reads it.
3 For the vision is yet for an appointed time;
But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie.
Though it tarries, wait for it;
Because it will surely come,
It will not tarry.

In context, I know this was a promise and prophecy for the prophet Habakkuk, but if God (Jesus) is the same yesterday, today, and forever (Hebrews 13:8), there is truth to be found in these God-breathed verses for everyone’s life. If the Lord found it important enough to tell Habakkuk to write down what He was speaking to him, then the same is true for anyone whom the Lord is bringing vision and revelation to.

I believe this instruction from the Lord to write down the vision is especially important during times of transition in our lives.

Although God does not run on our timeline or (Gregorian) calendar, I do think He wants us to prepare our hearts and incline our ears to Him for the new year ahead.

Crazy to think that 2017 is only less than two months away at this point!

As I sat and reflected over 2016 the other day, I could only find one word to describe a majority of it for my family- disappointing.

I don’t find it a coincidence that the cover of my journal for most of 2016 was a picture of an anchor and this verse found in Hebrews:

We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure (Hebrews 6:19a, NIV).

My circumstances may have been disappointing, but I had a hope that kept my soul secure in the joy of the Lord. Sure, it was extremely difficult to hold onto that hope and not let the enemy steal my joy on a daily basis, but I kept coming back to the arms of Jesus, knowing that His joy would be my strength.

This hope stirred within me as I reflected upon 2016 and looked ahead expectantly at 2017.

This is where I began making a list. Not just a list of resolutions or even goals, but a list of all I believed the Lord would accomplish in and through my family this upcoming year.

I guess you could say it was a list of prayer requests of sorts, but mostly, it was a list of declarations full of aggressive expectations rooted and anchored in faith that my God will come through as He always does because He is so faithful!

One of the biggest declarations I am believing will come to pass is for our family to find a church body and family to be a part of. It has been a long and winding road for my husband and I since 2010. 2017 will be seven years that we have been on this journey to find our place of belonging- and not just temporarily or for a season, but a place to firmly plant our roots down, flourish, and raise our children for years and years and years to come. Seven just so happens to be the Biblical number for divine completion and perfection. Yes, Lord. I believe You are faithful to perfectly complete this journey for us! Whatever that looks like!

I moved homes a lot growing up and have had family and friends consistently come and go in and out of my life for many years, so I’m pretty conditioned to change and transition, but I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me that we have not been able to find not just a church home, but our church home.

2017 will be the year we find our belonging. Our tribe. Our peeps. Our pride. Our God-ordained place and calling in the Body.

2017 will be the year God makes all things new and brings total restoration in all areas of our life.

I believe it. With all of my heart, I believe it.

So here’s to seeing an end to the disappointment and discouragement of 2016 and looking into 2017 with hope and joy, ready to see God’s faithfulness!

What about you? What kind of aggressively expectant, faith-filled declarations are you making for the new year? Write it down. Pray over it. Believe that it will surely come. I can tell you God will do exceedingly, abundantly more than anything you can ask, think, or imagine!

Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, 21 to Him beglory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever (Ephesians 3:20, NKJV).


Yielded in His Hands

Check out more of my blogs on www.emilyrosemassey.com! Also, visit my website for more information on how to stay connected with me, as well as info about my book Yielded in His Hands- now available on Amazon.com!


So, where have I been lately?

#parenting #motherhood

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I know. What a great question, right?

I haven’t let so much time pass in between blog posts in years. I’m not a huge fan of seeing just one post written per month, but honestly, there really isn’t much I am able to do about that right now, in the current season I am in.

As I look through my blog posts over the last two years, especially after becoming a (stay-at-home) mom, I found myself saying “I haven’t had much mental clarity or energy” to actually get words out.

I thought that would be a hurdle I would eventually get over once my son wasn’t a newborn anymore, or when he started sleeping through the night (which is STILL an issue on and off, month after month) , or when I was finished nursing, or maybe when he was able to walk and didn’t have to be carried everywhere, or…

…well, what I found was that my “hurdles list” started to never end as my son got older.

Ad he just so happened to have turned two years old a few weeks ago on October 11th.

So, here I am, two years into this “mom-thing,” and I have come to a conclusion regarding this whole lack-of-mental-clarity-and-energy-thing:

Being a mom is hard.

Ha!

I know there might be young moms out there whose child(ren) sleep(s) so well all the time, lays down for naps like clock-work without a struggle or wrestling match, do(es) not attempt to climb every piece of furniture in the entire house or knock lamps over repeatedly for sport or pull the flat screen TV down onto the floor multiple times even after getting hurt or dismantle every picture frame on shelves that you didn’t think they could reach yet or throw their entire body weight into the baby gate to craftily escape, enoy(s) car rides or trips to the grocery store and do(es) not mind one bit being buckled in a car-seat or a cart or even conveniently bundled up close to your chest in a baby carrier so you can be hands-free and perhaps be somewhat productive for a couple hours, and may even sit still and calmly while you have coffee or lunch with a friend just to indulge in a little adult conversation and take a break from listening to Baby Einstein, Barney, or Toy Story for the Ten ba-jillionith time.

If you cannot tell, my child LOVES doing or not doing all of those things and quite consistently, might I add.

I, of course, say all of that in fun, but in all honesty, my son is such an intensely strong-willed and energetic boy. I know I am utterly blessed to have such a healthy, strong, and smart little boy in my life, who is honestly such a sweetheart and loves his mama something fierce, but this mama gets tired some days…

…well, most days.

And for the last two months, I have also added a part-time job to the mix in the evenings and weekends, so I probably shouldn’t be too hard on myself for not staying on top of my blogging game.

With all of that said, I have noticed how much I have needed an outlet to express myself and perhaps externally process the stress and tension created from all of this constant demand for mental and physical stamina.

This constant go, go, go and lack of uninterrupted sleep for two years straight has had an effect on my health, and I now have to pay close attention to what I am fueling my body with to make sure I am getting the proper nutrients for these taxing days. I’m very thankful for the revelation about the importance of my health and fitness and for the wisdom God has given me to learn how to take care of my body and soul, and most importantly, my spirit.

I am also grateful that I’m definitely not where I used to be regarding my health and fitness, but it is an ongoing journey that has become a lifestyle that I plan on continuing for the rest of my days here on earth. He created us body, soul, and spirit and all of us matters to Him.

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that if it was not for the grace of God I don’t think I would be able to manage the overwhelming amount of stress that I encounter on a day to day basis.

Seriously, I don’t know what people do without Jesus.

That is Who I choose to lean on when the days get long and the road gets rough, and that will never change.

And that’s where I have been and where I am at right now.

I need Jesus. Every hour I need Jesus.

Amen.

Father, I take this moment to lift up those super-mommas out there who, like me, are feeling a bit overwhelmed. I pray that they can sense Your nearness, that Your peace would surround them, and that Your all-sufficient grace will carry them through each demanding day ahead. In Jesus’ name. Amen and Amen. 


Yielded in His Hands

Check out more of my blogs on www.emilyrosemassey.com! Also, visit my website for more information on how to stay connected with me, as well as info about my book Yielded in His Hands- now available on Amazon.com!