So my daughter and I have decided to start having devotions together at 6am every morning. We grab two director chairs, coffee/hot chocolate and a blanket each. I decided that we should maybe start by finding out who Jesus REALLY is. Since we are supposed to be like him, we should probably know who he actually was. The book is John Elderedge's Beautiful Outlaw. We are on Chapter 2: The Missing Essential-His Personality. (yes, I know, Chapter two means we have only done this twice, no judging.) It asks a question "Is Jesus near - or far? Is he close at hand, right here at your elbow or distant and engaged in loftier things?"
I discuss this with my daughter and I say to her (without thinking of course) "Why would someone put himself in harms way, knowing he would die, for someone he never met and then never want to meet, be involved in or be a part of their lives? I'm not sure I'd die for someone I didn't know, and if I did I must have done it because I loved them and if I loved them wouldn't I want to be around them?" As I said this I started to hear myself and actually understand what I was saying. I know, an odd concept to speak when you have no idea what your about to say or even know what it means but for anyone with ADHD, well, you understand. lol This whole concept brought chills down my being and made my heart ache. I then begin to tell her that God is like the wind, like the air. There are times when you feel the wind strong against you, pushing and pulling you, almost knocking you over. Times when you let it help you get to where you need to go and others where you fight against it not caring that it wants you to go in the opposite direction. Then there are times when you don't feel it at all...but it's there. Air, right there next to you.You can't feel it moving against your skin, but if you look up you see the branches of the trees move just ever so slightly. And I begin to feel it again. the ache in my gut, the warmth in my heart and the chill down my spine. The thought that Jesus, the holy man in all the last supper paintings, in the teaching on the hill paintings and in the reverent pictures of him dying on the cross....that Jesus not only loves me the way religion says but like an "actual person" he wants to just hang out with me. Just to be next to me and do what ever it is I'm going to do. (As I wrote that last sentence just now, the thought occurred to me that he was hanging out with me to do whatever I was going to do and I dragged him to places he may not have wanted to go and because he just wanted to be with me....he went.)
Wow, I'm so sorry. To think you were standing there the whole time and I didn't even stop to realize.
I have nothing to teach here. No wisdom to give you so you can stop looking for it. This is just the ramblings of my brain realizing and still trying to process that this man, who died before I ever came into existence is still here, right by my side. Going where ever I want to go. Right here at my elbow, simply because he was just wanting to be around me......and you.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
The Carpet Under my Feet
Okay, Challenge for today, be aware of the feel of the carpet under my feet.
So as I was getting ready this morning I started to put my socks on and my brain suddenly alerted me that my feet were up against something soft and fuzzy and it squished a little between my toes. I realized that my brain stopped to notice the feel of carpet. Out of no where, there it was, the sensation of carpet that I never notice.
Then the thought occurred to me, how many times do we say, "I don't know how I got here?" or "I didn't even realize I was going down the wrong path." How easy is it to just pay attention to where we were stepping. I mean REALLY paid attention. So much so that we are noticing what it feels like between our toes. So often these days I'm walking around and not even realizing that I've gone from carpet to tile to concrete because it's my life. Carpet to get the kids hamper, past the tile in the kitchen and hitting the concrete in the garage to get to the washer and dryer. To really be aware of what I'm doing, to be a little kid for a moment and enjoy the carpet between my toes. (I vacuumed it for that purpose right? To enjoy it?!) Would Dorthy have gotten to OZ if she stopped paying attention and walked down the red path?? (side note: where does that lead anyway???)
Sorry, Focus. My challenge for myself today is to walk barefoot for as long as is socially acceptable. lol Be a kid and really pay attention to the path/ground I'm walking on. How does the carpet feel, the tile and maybe just maybe the grass! Ha! When was the last time you got little and noticed these things? Come on, Who's with me?!
So as I was getting ready this morning I started to put my socks on and my brain suddenly alerted me that my feet were up against something soft and fuzzy and it squished a little between my toes. I realized that my brain stopped to notice the feel of carpet. Out of no where, there it was, the sensation of carpet that I never notice.
Then the thought occurred to me, how many times do we say, "I don't know how I got here?" or "I didn't even realize I was going down the wrong path." How easy is it to just pay attention to where we were stepping. I mean REALLY paid attention. So much so that we are noticing what it feels like between our toes. So often these days I'm walking around and not even realizing that I've gone from carpet to tile to concrete because it's my life. Carpet to get the kids hamper, past the tile in the kitchen and hitting the concrete in the garage to get to the washer and dryer. To really be aware of what I'm doing, to be a little kid for a moment and enjoy the carpet between my toes. (I vacuumed it for that purpose right? To enjoy it?!) Would Dorthy have gotten to OZ if she stopped paying attention and walked down the red path?? (side note: where does that lead anyway???)
Sorry, Focus. My challenge for myself today is to walk barefoot for as long as is socially acceptable. lol Be a kid and really pay attention to the path/ground I'm walking on. How does the carpet feel, the tile and maybe just maybe the grass! Ha! When was the last time you got little and noticed these things? Come on, Who's with me?!
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Wait, you mean I have to do my best everytime, on EVERYTHING??!!
"Yes, love."
That's the only response I could give him.....because inside I was screaming out....
"I know, right?!"
We homeschool my son and and as you might be able to tell from his non filtered response to me asking him to make that legible, he has ADHD. *Gasp*. I know right? What could be worse then to have a son with ADHD but to homeschool him at that?! I must be crazy! I must be a saint! I must be....knowing exactly what he's going through.
Before you judge my son because I say he has ADHD know your remarks injure me because *gasp* that's right. I have it too. I am in the testing phase for this however, I was already given a diagnoses for at my local college when tested for learning disabilities. It's how I know my son had it and here's another zinger, how I knew my daughter had it as well. (I already hear your words by the way, "feel sorry for that husband" "how long you give that guy till he runs away screaming?!" I get it, it's funny) My being diagnosed is mearly a technicality so that we have a starting point of where to medically trace it back to. Although my suspicions are that my father and brother share in this "gift".
Wait, what?! Did she just say gift?! Yes, I said gift, because even though I understand my sons exasperation in wanting to rush though this task because he can't keep his mind still enough to focus on writing down one sentence when there are a million other thoughts screaming for his attention and at least half of them are WAY cooler then sitting here doing math....(*breath*) I tell him it's like a super power. Yes sometimes we have to work harder to sit still, focus and not be impulsive but no one can come up with a million ideas in a sec like we can. No one can look at a situation and figure out ten different ways to solve it. How many other people can look at a flower and immediately not just think rose but "rose, red, pretty, careful, ouch, fragrant, love, mom, sister, girlfriend, gift and wow" all at the same time. We watched "Man of Steel" the other night and a part came where superman as a young boy is locked in a closet and his mother is on the other side teaching him to focus.....just focus on the one thing you want to and I turned to my husband and said, "yeah, that's what it's like. And one day, I'll have to teach that to him." Let me clairify, no it is not to that extreme and no I don't believe we actually have "super powers" but I could identify with that boy in that moment and I could relate. I have already been telling my children for years that ADHD is like a super power and this is just a tool I will use....because why? Because there is nothing "wrong" with us. We are not freaks or something to be fixed. We simply need to hone our gifts and talents. We were made this way for a reason and purpose and I believe that with every fiber of my being and in a hundred different ways. I am discribed as a humming bird, able to seemingly be still yet upon closer look I am going a mile a minute. We are capable of so much more then your average flight. Every part of us moving so much faster then others we are humming.
Forgive us of our impulsiveness, forgive our sometimes lack of filters. When you hear this conversation with my son...
" You should go to the bathroom."
"No I don't have to, my butts not twitching."
"Maybe less loudly next time"
.....know that we are just fine tuning those skills. Realize that somewhere in that is fierceness, intelligence and beauty. We are the silly hummingbirds.
That's the only response I could give him.....because inside I was screaming out....
"I know, right?!"
We homeschool my son and and as you might be able to tell from his non filtered response to me asking him to make that legible, he has ADHD. *Gasp*. I know right? What could be worse then to have a son with ADHD but to homeschool him at that?! I must be crazy! I must be a saint! I must be....knowing exactly what he's going through.
Before you judge my son because I say he has ADHD know your remarks injure me because *gasp* that's right. I have it too. I am in the testing phase for this however, I was already given a diagnoses for at my local college when tested for learning disabilities. It's how I know my son had it and here's another zinger, how I knew my daughter had it as well. (I already hear your words by the way, "feel sorry for that husband" "how long you give that guy till he runs away screaming?!" I get it, it's funny) My being diagnosed is mearly a technicality so that we have a starting point of where to medically trace it back to. Although my suspicions are that my father and brother share in this "gift".
Wait, what?! Did she just say gift?! Yes, I said gift, because even though I understand my sons exasperation in wanting to rush though this task because he can't keep his mind still enough to focus on writing down one sentence when there are a million other thoughts screaming for his attention and at least half of them are WAY cooler then sitting here doing math....(*breath*) I tell him it's like a super power. Yes sometimes we have to work harder to sit still, focus and not be impulsive but no one can come up with a million ideas in a sec like we can. No one can look at a situation and figure out ten different ways to solve it. How many other people can look at a flower and immediately not just think rose but "rose, red, pretty, careful, ouch, fragrant, love, mom, sister, girlfriend, gift and wow" all at the same time. We watched "Man of Steel" the other night and a part came where superman as a young boy is locked in a closet and his mother is on the other side teaching him to focus.....just focus on the one thing you want to and I turned to my husband and said, "yeah, that's what it's like. And one day, I'll have to teach that to him." Let me clairify, no it is not to that extreme and no I don't believe we actually have "super powers" but I could identify with that boy in that moment and I could relate. I have already been telling my children for years that ADHD is like a super power and this is just a tool I will use....because why? Because there is nothing "wrong" with us. We are not freaks or something to be fixed. We simply need to hone our gifts and talents. We were made this way for a reason and purpose and I believe that with every fiber of my being and in a hundred different ways. I am discribed as a humming bird, able to seemingly be still yet upon closer look I am going a mile a minute. We are capable of so much more then your average flight. Every part of us moving so much faster then others we are humming.
Forgive us of our impulsiveness, forgive our sometimes lack of filters. When you hear this conversation with my son...
" You should go to the bathroom."
"No I don't have to, my butts not twitching."
"Maybe less loudly next time"
.....know that we are just fine tuning those skills. Realize that somewhere in that is fierceness, intelligence and beauty. We are the silly hummingbirds.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
The Beginning.
I am the storyteller, I weave the stories, I tell the tales. I bring joy to the heartache and happy to the sorrow. A gift has been given and it is my duty to use it. A heavy responsibility comes with such a gift. To stay honest and true yet make the story one that has never been heard before. To entertain, not bore; yet find the balance in stories and lies so as not to injure, hurt or deceive. I tell tales of my life, of my journeys, my silly triumphs, my epic failures. I tell of my perpetual innocence and my fierce need to fight. I will tell of my children and the unbelievable predicaments we fall into together. I find joy in the sorrow, I find rest in the madness, I find peace in the storm. I am the storyteller, a comedian, a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister and hopefully a friend. I've been given a gift and I'm desperately trying to pursue it as God pursues me. I make mistakes, I am human, I am a work in progress and I am not yet finished. I am here and I am real and I matter. This is my story.....
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Carry it with you......you are mine.
I'm taking a class right now (made for new Christians or those wanting a refresher course) and we're going though Billy Grahams Thirty Discipleship Exercises. (quick devotionals, I highly recommend) This weeks was on Assurance. This is one of my biggest struggles and my main reason to take the class. Assurance that I'm doing the right thing, Assurance that I know the basics, Assurance that I'm still headed in the right direction. I'm a doubter, I have great faith in the action right now but lets just say I'm glad I'm not Lot's wife because I'd have been salt over and over again. I am David, "Let's Go!!!" with all the passion in the world...but was I supposed to go... or is this mess because I went without a real "Go" from God.
I am in love with these scriptures this week....
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39
My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand. My father, who has given them to me is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father's hand. John 10:27-29
And last......
Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. Philippians 1:6
How Assuring it is to know that not only will no thing separate us from him but no one. That has got to include me right? And not only that but Philippians says that he will, not that he might or he can but he will complete what he's started in me. I went into deep prayer after this and just tried to soak it all in and I got this picture of being in this place with God. Feeling him come towards me, I closed my eyes and I was reminded
of last weeks scripture....
Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God--children born not of natural descent nor of human decision or a husband's will, but born of God. John 1:12-13
......I felt that I was standing before him not dirty and like some beggars kid but as his and like so often parents do with their children he kissed me on the forehead. I felt this tingly warm sensation physically right where I had felt him in the picture and my heart ached. Then the words...Carry it with you, as a mark upon your forehead, so that they may see and know you are mine.
Wow....I'm his. Do I think I need to walk around and put a physical mark on my forehead? No,...but to accept and walk proud that I am his, HIS, and nothing that I or anyone or anything else can do will separate me from him is amazing...and people can see that. The confidence that he WILL finish his work simply because I accept that I am his, is beyond measure. To walk around in that....I don't think anyone would be able to miss it....what an amazing "mark" that is.
I am in love with these scriptures this week....
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39
My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand. My father, who has given them to me is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father's hand. John 10:27-29
And last......
Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. Philippians 1:6
How Assuring it is to know that not only will no thing separate us from him but no one. That has got to include me right? And not only that but Philippians says that he will, not that he might or he can but he will complete what he's started in me. I went into deep prayer after this and just tried to soak it all in and I got this picture of being in this place with God. Feeling him come towards me, I closed my eyes and I was reminded
of last weeks scripture....
Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God--children born not of natural descent nor of human decision or a husband's will, but born of God. John 1:12-13
......I felt that I was standing before him not dirty and like some beggars kid but as his and like so often parents do with their children he kissed me on the forehead. I felt this tingly warm sensation physically right where I had felt him in the picture and my heart ached. Then the words...Carry it with you, as a mark upon your forehead, so that they may see and know you are mine.
Wow....I'm his. Do I think I need to walk around and put a physical mark on my forehead? No,...but to accept and walk proud that I am his, HIS, and nothing that I or anyone or anything else can do will separate me from him is amazing...and people can see that. The confidence that he WILL finish his work simply because I accept that I am his, is beyond measure. To walk around in that....I don't think anyone would be able to miss it....what an amazing "mark" that is.
Monday, October 24, 2011
I love you, Mommy......
The moment those words leave their lips, my heart bursts into a thousand pieces and fills my entire body with joy. Sure they can repeat it but when they say it, on their own with no prompting just because they do; there's no other feeling in the world like it. I am in love with my children and the fact that at this moment, while they are small, they love me too, it's unmeasurable. I keep those words locked in my heart. When they are teenagers, burdened with parents who love them, I will take that moment out and savor it again, if only to remind myself that I am the luckiest person alive to have them. "I love you, Mommy..."
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Fear.....of getting old?!!!
I'm a Christian.....I'm a Christian.......I'm a Christian. I'm not supposed to be afraid of getting old. Mark Twain said
"Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter"
Today when the Optometrist smiles at me and says "You didn't have this problem 4 years ago when I saw you....." the joke of I must be getting old came to mind. (I'm sure it came to his mind as well considering that smirk he had on his face when he said it...) Of course, it's fun and games till I get to the car and mull it over a bit. wow, maybe I am getting old. It was with this single thought that I felt this gut fear take hold of my soul. Paralyzing me for a moment until I realized my husband was beside me and if he finds out I'm thinking this he'll never let me live it down. However, for that moment, a rock hit my gut. The feeling where you can actually feel fear fly through your body like electricity. Why am I afraid of getting old? It's not the gray, I'm kinda excited to see what that looks like. Is it the weakness, the fading of my looks? Maybe it's the creepy spots you get on your skin, or maybe the history of family aging illnesses that could take hold of me. No, I'm not afraid of getting old.
I'm afraid of Death.
There it was; I'm getting older which means I'm getting closer to dying. I'm going to die. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but I can see now....soon it will happen. I'm going to have to leave my kids. I won't be able to watch over them and be there for them always. Hopefully I leave after my husband because Lord knows he won't be able to live without all of this! [points to self, smirks and gives small laugh] I will miss out on everything that happens after I'm gone. No more breathing the mountain air, no more smelling the salty sea. No more holding my family close and feeling them up against me. I'm getting old, and I'm basically one foot in the grave. After I get my glasses tomorrow I should just go start plot shopping and picking out my casket......
WHEW!!! Now that the melodramatics are over! lol I'm 30 and 3/4 years old. Why in the world did I ever fear. Even at 90, I am a believer, I am a daughter of the Lord most high. Of what should I be afraid. When I cry out, does he not hear me? When I am done here, is it not his arms I get to run to? {Side note} Do you think anyone dies, falls into the arms of Jesus and cries...."but I wasn't done yet...." Not to say they aren't happy and grateful to be in his arms but as a mother I have to imagine maybe a soul or two, who were leaving little ones behind, crying out to him, "but what about my babies?" (quick prayer that God never has me experience such a thing, that I may find out) Maybe in such an instance you might grieve a little but fear......No. To fear death, I found, would be to say that what Jesus did on that cross was for nothing. The bible said he not only died to break the power of sin but also to break those of us who are afraid of death itself.
14 Since the children have flesh and blood, he too shared in their humanity so that by his death he might break the power of him who holds the power of death—that is, the devil— 15 and free those who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of death. 16 For surely it is not angels he helps, but Abraham’s descendants.
I refuse to fear this, getting old and dying. I am not old and I know this is all silly. However, as I age, as I need glasses, as my injury recovery time widens, I will not fear. I will "own" these glasses, future gray hair and the walker that I will surely put handle bar streamers and a bike horn on. If I give you nothing more, let me leave you with this quote....
"Never fear growing old, there are many who have never had the privilege." Unknown
May I grow so old that I am good and ready to go home.
"Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter"
Today when the Optometrist smiles at me and says "You didn't have this problem 4 years ago when I saw you....." the joke of I must be getting old came to mind. (I'm sure it came to his mind as well considering that smirk he had on his face when he said it...) Of course, it's fun and games till I get to the car and mull it over a bit. wow, maybe I am getting old. It was with this single thought that I felt this gut fear take hold of my soul. Paralyzing me for a moment until I realized my husband was beside me and if he finds out I'm thinking this he'll never let me live it down. However, for that moment, a rock hit my gut. The feeling where you can actually feel fear fly through your body like electricity. Why am I afraid of getting old? It's not the gray, I'm kinda excited to see what that looks like. Is it the weakness, the fading of my looks? Maybe it's the creepy spots you get on your skin, or maybe the history of family aging illnesses that could take hold of me. No, I'm not afraid of getting old.
I'm afraid of Death.
There it was; I'm getting older which means I'm getting closer to dying. I'm going to die. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but I can see now....soon it will happen. I'm going to have to leave my kids. I won't be able to watch over them and be there for them always. Hopefully I leave after my husband because Lord knows he won't be able to live without all of this! [points to self, smirks and gives small laugh] I will miss out on everything that happens after I'm gone. No more breathing the mountain air, no more smelling the salty sea. No more holding my family close and feeling them up against me. I'm getting old, and I'm basically one foot in the grave. After I get my glasses tomorrow I should just go start plot shopping and picking out my casket......
WHEW!!! Now that the melodramatics are over! lol I'm 30 and 3/4 years old. Why in the world did I ever fear. Even at 90, I am a believer, I am a daughter of the Lord most high. Of what should I be afraid. When I cry out, does he not hear me? When I am done here, is it not his arms I get to run to? {Side note} Do you think anyone dies, falls into the arms of Jesus and cries...."but I wasn't done yet...." Not to say they aren't happy and grateful to be in his arms but as a mother I have to imagine maybe a soul or two, who were leaving little ones behind, crying out to him, "but what about my babies?" (quick prayer that God never has me experience such a thing, that I may find out) Maybe in such an instance you might grieve a little but fear......No. To fear death, I found, would be to say that what Jesus did on that cross was for nothing. The bible said he not only died to break the power of sin but also to break those of us who are afraid of death itself.
Hebrews 2:14-16
New International Version (NIV)
14 Since the children have flesh and blood, he too shared in their humanity so that by his death he might break the power of him who holds the power of death—that is, the devil— 15 and free those who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of death. 16 For surely it is not angels he helps, but Abraham’s descendants.
I refuse to fear this, getting old and dying. I am not old and I know this is all silly. However, as I age, as I need glasses, as my injury recovery time widens, I will not fear. I will "own" these glasses, future gray hair and the walker that I will surely put handle bar streamers and a bike horn on. If I give you nothing more, let me leave you with this quote....
"Never fear growing old, there are many who have never had the privilege." Unknown
May I grow so old that I am good and ready to go home.
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