A purpose and a hope for perimenopause

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I thought better about writing this post.

The topic, after all, ranks right up there with politics and religion as far as what NOT to discuss with strangers.

But when have I ever worried about that?

Besides, my overarching writing mission/vision is to write words of hope for a hurting world.

And if perimenopause doesn’t hurt, I don’t know what does.

There.

I said it.

Perimenopause.

In case you haven’t noticed…

…no. one. talks. about perimenopause. EVER.

But girlfriends, I’m shattering the silence. For better or for worse. Even if it makes my husband and three sons disown me. Even if it lets on to the fact that yes, I actually am MIDDLE-AGED. ***Gasp! I admitted it!*** (Special thanks to L’oreal for hiding my Pepe Le Pew-striped white hair roots for the last decade.)

I mean, my sons are 20, 19, and almost 17. I’m not fooling anyone anymore. (Why do we think we can–or even should? Also, who decided perimenopause needs to happen at the same time as empty-nesting? Come ON!)

So here’s the thing.

Here’s the reason I’m writing this blog post.

After two-plus years of struggling with my weight and mood swings and ultimately–the deciding factor–a period that lasted an entire MONTH, I called my OB-GYN. (I still have the phone number memorized from the 1990’s when I birthed three babies in four years.)

As if the office workers sensed my duress…

…they got me in for an appointment faster than a 38-weeker whose water just broke.

They drew labs. They ultrasounded my uterus and ovaries. They listened to me complain about how I’ve always been thin and able to eat whatever my 6’2″ husband and sons eat,  but now all I can think of is Fat Amy when I look in the mirror despite regular weight lifting and hoofing it at the gym and losing 30 pounds only to regain it all in six months.

After it was all said and done, my doctor, the same, kind woman who quite literally saved the life of my first born during a precarious labor two decades prior, the one in whose eyes rises and sets sheer obstetrical and gynecological brilliance, she called me and said the labs show that I’m in perimenopause.

My problems of late are hormonal, she said.

I probably should just accept that my body is different than it used to be, she cajoled.

They could call in some progesterone to the pharmacy, she offered.

Being a nurse (aka the worst sort of patient EVER), I did what I tell all my patients NOT to do.

I googled.

The conflicting advice and research and opinions about hormone replacement therapy sent me into a near-panic attack (and I’m near enough to those already).

I called my psychiatrist.

Would progesterone make me more crazy? Because I don’t need to mess with my head any more than it’s already messed up.

She said progesterone might help even out my moods.

Now there’s some incentive.

I messaged my girlfriends.

Some liked taking progesterone. Some didn’t. Some, the more scientific/research-leaning girls like myself, are scared to death of it.

Ultimately, because of my never-ending-period, I decided to give the progesterone a 10-day try to, as the nurse at the OB-GYN office said, “re-set my system.”

So far, it’s going *super*.

I’ve taken it for two days and all I can think about is how I’m going to either get a big, huge, nasty blood clot and die, or that I’m going to get breast cancer and die.

I told my husband I can’t.

He gently suggested that I need to give it more than a couple days.

(Bless his heart.)

In the meantime, I’m tired.

Tired of trying to look like my brain feels–like I’m still 25. Tired of trying to keep up with the women who are my age and somehow manage to still look 25 (mouth-breathers). Tired of being upset about being different than I’ve always been, and trying to figure out how to just be me gracefully in this ungraceful-feeling new body.

Enter a recent study of Ecclesiastes, that one, non-politically correct book of the Bible that says nothing we do matters or is new under the sun. But the same book of the Bible that suggests, in the meantime, we make the most out of our vaporous days and our unique purpose on this earth, for such a time as this. 

Enter my Lord and Savior, who says that He knit and formed me, that He has a purpose and a hope for me, and who nowhere ever says that that purpose is weight or wrinkle or confidence or age dependent.

Enter the truth–God’s truth–that says I am beloved and I am His and that is enough.

And if you are reading this, He says

YOU are enough, too.

I’m not saying it’s easy. I’m not saying knowing and acknowledging these truths is an automatic embrace of the changes going on in my middle-aged body.

What I am saying is that I’m going to try.

I’m going to try to see myself like Jesus sees me, and not the world.

I’m going to try to embrace my new curves–not by letting myself go–but by doing the best I can with what I’ve got. (Except for during Girl Scout Cookie season. I think even Jesus will give me a pass on that.) And I’m going to try to appreciate…even celebrate…the fact that my curves are because I’ve birthed three beautiful boys and I’ve lived forty-something years and I work hard every day at what I do and if I have a little extra on board to show for it, then so be it.

Maybe, after all, I’ve earned the right to take up a little more space on this earth.

If you struggle with this, I’m quite sure you have earned that space too.


For more laughs and tears and hope with more over 40 girls, be sure to pre-order this new book, in which I am privileged to have a chapter:

The Wonder Years: 40 Women Over 40 on Aging, Faith, Beauty and Strength

with Brene Brown, Ann Voskamp, Lauren Winner, Elisa Morgan, Kay Warren and many others.

Here’s a synopsis:

Women past a certain age often feel like they are fading into the background of life. The nest is emptying, limitations are increasing, and fear about aging and the years ahead grow. Even women of faith can feel a waning sense of value, regardless of biblical examples of godly women yielding fruit long after their youth is gone. But despite a youth-obsessed culture, the truth is that the second half of life can often be the richest.

It’s time to stop dreading and start embracing the wonder of life after 40. Here, well-known women of faith from 40 to 85 tackle these anxieties head-on and upend them with humor, sass, and spiritual wisdom. These compelling and poignant first-person stories are from amazing and respected authors including:

Lauren F. Winner

Joni Eareckson Tada

Elisa Morgan

Madeleine L’Engle

Kay Warren

These women provide much-needed role models–not for aging gracefully but for doing so honestly, faithfully, and with eyes open to wonder and deep theology along the way. Each essay provides insight into God’s perspective on these later years, reminding readers that it’s possible to serve the kingdom of God and His people even better with a little extra life experience to guide you.

The Wonder Years is an inspiring and unforgettable guide to making these years the most fruitful and abundant of your life.

My one word for 2018: SEEK

In recent years, I’ve gotten in the habit of asking the Lord to give me one word to focus on throughout each year. For example, my one word for 2017 was OBEDIENCE. And in 2016, it was FOCUS.

This year, after praying and doing really nerdy things like looking up the word origin in the Greek, I felt the Lord nudging me to choose the work SEEK.

The word appears many places in the Bible, but in particular, I felt led to Matthew 6:33:

“But SEEK first the kingdom of God and his righteousness…”

Seek Him.

Seek Him first.

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Seek His Kingdom.

Seek His righteousness.

Seek, and faith and hope and love and all the good things will spill out.

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SEEK Him first because that’s how we can spread the hope of the Kingdom best.

And hope means everything in a world that lives largely without it.

Hope means everything to someone like me who chooses to often to worry rather than seek Him and pray.

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So today I’m pausing to dwell and pray over my one word for the year.

I’m praying the Lord is gracious and helps me seek Him first in my marriage, in my parenting, in my work as a nurse, and in each word I pen as a writer.

What about you?

Do you choose one word for the year? If so, what’s yours? And why?

Happy New Year, dear readers! And may the Lord comfort you with the hope and peace of His word today and throughout the year to come!

On Christmas and new beginnings and new books–a cover reveal for you all!

I thought writing novels would get easier.

Was I ever wrong.

But the beautiful thing about hard is that hard brings forth beauty.

Perseverance really does build character.

And character, hope. (Romans 5:3-5)

Trusting the Lord, even when it’s for every. single. word. I type onto a page really does prove His faithfulness.

And even in the hard, it is my greatest privilege to write words for the Lord and His glory.

Of all my novels to date, this one is the absolute result of faith. I wanted to give up. My kind, gracious, and amazing editors–though they never said so–must have wanted to give up. But little did we know that it was in the refining and the pressing on that this story finally came to life.

The title: Before I Saw You.

Publication date is several months off, but Before I Saw You is already showing up on bookstore web sites, so I wanted to be sure to offer you, as some of my most faithful readers, a first glimpse here.

I have so much to tell you over the next few months about everything that went in to the development and inspiration behind this novel. But for now, I just want to thank anyone who prayed for me over the last couple of years as I’ve been writing it. I’ve been even more of a hermit and introvert than I already was, some of it because of the writing process, some of it because I’ve simultaneously been struggling with the PTSD/depression I’ve battled most my life, some of it because I’ve also been launching my sons into college and empty nesting is taking a lot more out of me than I ever anticipated. (I read a lovely article just today about Peanuts creator Charles Schulz that I especially resonated with, and that says, “For his part, Schulz was aware that his inner gloom was also the source of his outward light.”) So please forgive me if I have not been present enough, either in the cyber world or if I know you in real life. 

The good news is that our God is a God of grace and love, and there is a time and season for everything under heaven…even for hermit-like writers like me.

The good news is that with our God, there is always an opportunity for a new beginning.

And this new story, like my other novels, ultimately demonstrates just that.

Here’s a synopsis for you of Before I Saw You, and a first look at the cover. I hope you are excited as I am for this to release…even though we have to wait until June 5, 2018! (It’ll be here sooner than we think!):

Folks are dying fast as the ash trees in the southern Indiana town ravaged by the heroin epidemic, where Jaycee Givens lives with nothing more than a thread of hope and a quirky neighbor, Sudie, who rescues injured wildlife. After a tragedy leaves her mother in prison, Jaycee is carrying grief and an unplanned pregnancy she conceals because she trusts no one, including the kind and handsome Gabe, who is new to town and to the local diner where she works.

Dividing her time between the diner and Sudie’s place, Jaycee nurses her broken heart among a collection of unlikely friends who are the closest thing to family that she has. Eventually, she realizes she can’t hide her pregnancy any longer—not even from the baby’s abusive father, who is furious when he finds out. The choices she must make for the safety of her unborn child threaten to derail any chance she ever had for hope and redemption. Ultimately, Jaycee must decide whether the truest form of love means hanging on or letting go.

And here, dear friends, is the cover:

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Stay tuned here and sign up for my newsletter for first line and insider information as the publication date draws near.

I’m so grateful for each of you!

Praying a joyful, peaceful, and blessed Christmas season for you all.