What would you like to attract into your life? For your birth business? For the birthing world at large?
A few years back, my husband and I were in the midst of looking for a home. I knew what I wanted. I envisioned it with a long driveway, with its window seat in the kitchen, an orchard, sky lights, a garden area, lovely landscaping, a fire pit, even a pool. I penned those down on a piece of simple, white paper, and in present-tense, as if it were so, just as I had learned to do a long time ago at a life-changing 4-H youth leadership camp at Lake Tahoe.
At about this same time during our home search, I had drawn a crayon picture of the house I wanted as I sat in a class taught by Leslie Householder. As instructed, listening with the others to peaceful, thinking music, I daydreamed and drew. In a free-spirited way, I just drew, the picture materializing under my hand onto the paper…. “What? No wait! I didn't want a Southwestern style home with arches. Yes, the roses in the foreground would be so lovely, and those orchard trees heavy with fruit, I like that. And the chimney with smoke curling from it is a nice dream.” Well… it was the spirit of the home that I liked, I decided gazing at my picture. It was sunny with a yellow sky and I could feel in it what I wanted in a home. And so I kept it.
When we drove up to the house the first time I didn't recognize it at all. Not even when we were shown that this home had a large spa built into a beautiful, tall-windowed room with cedar vaulted ceilings. Inside the home were outdated, paneled walls and carpet that needed replacing. We had been brought to the home by our realtor and it was above our price range. We went back to the office and put a bid in on another home, a pretty repo with very few repairs needed. During our three hour drive back home it finally donned on us that we loved the home with the gorgeously blooming orchard and spa. Maybe this southwestern style home with arches upstairs and down really was the one we were looking for. That night as we went over numbers, we figured out what we needed to do to make the home ours. To our great advantage, the room with the spa had not been figured into the appraisal as there were no other rooms with a spa like it in the area, making that room practically a free addition to the home. Our offer was accepted from among higher ones because the sellers wanted us to buy the home. Wa-hoo!
It wasn't until later that I pulled out the drawing and was startled to see our home drawn there, arches below, and also arches above enclosing a sunless porch with a swing on the second floor. The home rises over the orchard in front of it and can be seen from afar as we drive up the long driveway. To the back of the orchard and home, grows a garden already planted by the selling owners in anticipation of the right family moving in. There is a fireplace in the living room where we build real fires to sit by on chilly evenings, smoke curling out of the chimney. Practically the only thing missing was a fire pit which we have since dug in the area behind the lilacs, placing around it a few old stumps for seating.
A paradise from my dreams? Yes… Well, there has been a great deal more renovating than we ever dreamed–we are getting closer to being done. No, it wasn't the perfect dream, devoid of any problems, we as less-than-wise mortals might have hoped for. Bugs are trying to take over the peach trees. The windows leak air. The spa needs cleaning. The wood floor we chose to replace the carpet needs regular care. The milk goats frequently jump the fences we have worked hard to mend out in the field. The manifestation of my dream is not perfect. What that is worth working for is? But then again, maybe it is perfect, just right for what my family and I need to grow and learn. Opposition in all things is also a law we must live under in this life.
There were also other blessings we didn't anticipate and couldn't have dreamed of. The previous owners have become our dear friends, for example. They are special grandparents to our children. John, though in his eighties, is spry and agile. He has come out almost daily during the summers to help with (okay, okay, he does a lot more than I do most of the time!) the gardening, the trees, the lawns, and so much more. We have met wonderful friends in the area. There are walnut trees in the back yard and a large lawn for the children to play games on.
Do I tell you this to brag? No, to illustrate what is possible for you. I believe there is a God. Life isn't supposed to be perfect. We grow through our trials and problems. But I believe God loves us, that we are His children, and that he delights in blessing us with our hearts' desires. How will we know when we get what we want, if we haven't ever dreamed it? He loves me, and he loves you. He loves birthing women. He doesn't like what is happening to many of his children in our culture and others at the time of birth, things that cause unnecessary pain and more. He does want those of us who care, to make a difference.
Consider which came first, the house or my drawing. Most of the details on my itemized list of specifications were already in place. The house had been renovated and the orchard planted by John and many years ago. Before I even had the desires planted in my heart for these rather earthly and material things, they were already in place. They were ready to be given to me once I had actually conceived the notion of needing them for my family. That is such a curious thought to me. When they were given to me, it was such a delight to my soul. My Father in Heaven cares about the details of my life and what I am trying to do with it. He cares about how I raise my children and make my home a place of comfort for my family. God really does want to bless me. It is my responsibility to ask. And yes, sometimes he says no for my own good.
But what could actually possible for the women, the babies, the families that we serve? Could we really make more of a difference than we might think at this very moment? What if we really sat down and contemplated and envisioned what we wanted, in detail, and then drew it, and we wrote down all the particulars of that vision. How specific could we be? What would be your place in that vision?
I would love to hear what you come up with. What is waiting to be manifested in the world of birth in the next few years? How much could a group with a vision do, to make the world a better place in which to give birth?