Showing posts with label oneword365. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 21, 2013

Bigger Picture Moments: To Rejoice

I've cautiously celebrated the new blessing I'm carrying in my body.

But fear has restrained my excitement; it's been hard to live this year's word -- it's been hard to rejoice.

I speak carefully about the future because I know nothing is guaranteed.

Nothing except one thing: God's goodness. God's goodness doesn't waver.
"For the LORD is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations." Psalm 100:5 
The past few weeks I've been muddling through what I say I believe and what I actually believe -- beliefs versus ideals, you could say. I say I believe in God's goodness no matter my circumstances.

And if that's true, I've asked myself, shouldn't I trust Him no matter my circumstance?

Shouldn't I rejoice right now without abandon because I trust in His goodness?

To rejoice is to trust in God's goodness no matter what happens -- simply just because God is good.

In these thoughts, I've been drawn to the fact that not only is He good and His goodness central to His character but that he's also a merciful Father who wants to love us well and give us good gifts.
“Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!" Matthew 7:9-11
I just have to trust Him.

And when I trust, my heart easily rejoices in His love.

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Thursday, January 3, 2013

Thinking, That's All: Battle

They are snuggled up together on the couch watching tv when I leave the room to make breakfast.

By the time I crack egg number two and hear it sizzle in the pan, they are limbs tangled together in a mess of argument and movement.

It drives me crazy. But in all honesty, I'm not so different.

My boys tumble in and out of brotherhood all day long like I wrestle between faith and flesh from the moment I rise until I fall asleep.

I rejoice one moment in who God is and give thanks that He never changes.

And in the next breathe I succumb to fearful thoughts that drive me back to my knees, reminding myself again that the God in whom I have peace and faith and trust is more than worthy of each.

He is faithful and good and just. No matter what.

He will be good and faithful and just in 2013 just as He was good and faithful and just in 2012.

All day, lately especially, I wrestle back and forth reminding myself not to just read my life verse but live it.
"Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you." Philippians 4:4-9 

I live in the tangles of flesh and faith and watch it unfold visibly in front of me and even through the craziness so I'm filled with love for these boys.

And I'm reminded that the Father, who is worthy of my rejoicing always, can handle me in my messiness.

I'm reminded that He loves me more than I love the boys who turbulently bounce back and forth between brotherly love and strife all day long.

And that my life is blessed simply because He loves me.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Beyond Resolutions: Rejoice! {#OneWord365}

For me, 2012 was particularly heavy.

{She types as she giggles at the use of the word heavy, recalling the famous "Back to the Future" line from Dr. Brown: "There's that word again. 'Heavy.' Why are things so heavy in the future? Is there a problem with the Earth's gravitational pull?"}

And I had a sneaking suspicion it would be at the end of 2011 when I felt the overwhelming conviction to pick the word patience as my word for 2012, though I desperately wanted to pick any other word that would signify light and fluffy.

{Also: no one picks "puppies and rainbows" as their word for the year, so there is that.}

At the end of 2012, though, I see how patience permeated our entire year:
Patience in Healing 
Patience in Waiting for a baby 
Patience in Mothering 
Patience with myself 
Patience with grief 
Patience in marriage
And though John joked with me that I'd have to own it again this year if I couldn't get a handle of waiting well, I knew that was NOT what God was whispering to me heart.

In fact, during the past week, I've known a lot of what God wasn't whispering to me, but I was having such a hard time nailing down which word He was speaking to my heart as I pondered peace, joy, abide and grace without really totally feeling any of them in my core.

It was only after two hours of quiet time today that my 2013 emerged.

And when it did -- goosebumps, friends. Goosebumps.

I was reading what has become my life verse in Philippians 4 out of The Message Bible when it struck me:
"Celebrate God all day, every day. I mean, revel in him! Make it as clear as you can to all you meet that you’re on their side, working with them and not against them. Help them see that the Master is about to arrive. He could show up any minute! Don’t fret or worry.  
Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.  
Summing it all up, friends, I’d say you’ll do best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious—the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse. Put into practice what you learned from me, what you heard and saw and realized. Do that, and God, who makes everything work together, will work you into his most excellent harmonies."
Celebrate. Revel.

Normally, in this life verse of mine, I key in on the part about not worrying but instead through praying and thanksgiving making my requests known to God.

And, honestly, I still love that part.

But this celebrate, this reveling stood out to me this read around.

So I started digging into the word and found rejoice, and I dug even deeper and found the greek word, chairos, translates closely to "calm cheer."

When I prayed and asked God what gift I could best give Him, my family and myself this coming year after a long, growing, character-building year, this word of rejoice, this "calm cheer" seemed perfect.

When I think of rejoice I think of joy wrapped in peace, hope and harmony.

And when I think of what I hope will fill our hearts and overflow from our lips in 2013, I can't think anything better than joy wrapped peace, hope and harmony -- in the good times and in the inevitable challenges. 

Welcome, 2013, I'm so glad you're here.

But even more-so, welcome, spirit of rejoicing; we're so glad you'll be joining us.

Visual prayer by Michelle. Contact her to do your word for 2013!


2012 Patience

2011 Being


I'm joining with a group of writers to go beyond making resolutions and instead picking a word to live by during the coming year!

Monday, December 31, 2012

Beyond Resolutions: Patience and Waiting {#OneWord365 recap}

I'm sitting atop a wooden stool in the kitchen, head buried into John's chest after demanding he abandon food prepping and pay attention me.

I am easy going until I am not. And when I'm not, I'm really, really not easy going at all.

Today is one of those days I am not.

I am a tightly wound mess of heart strings and heaping pile of emotion, and I am waiting.

I am waiting on God for more than a few answers to prayers I feel like I've been uttering all year long.

"I'm sick of waiting," I whine. "I want to know -- just a clear this way or that. Yes or no. Black or white."

With God sometimes there is no black or white but rather there are varying shades of gray and they all mess into each other in the canvas of waiting.

John hugs my body close to his, smiles and teases that I have three days left of being patience according to the calendar, and apparently I need all three of them to fully learn my lesson for the year.

I fall into his body, confident he'll catch me, but I scoff.

"Careful," he says. "Or you might have to do a repeat of your word again next year."

I know he's teasing me, a prod for a smile.

But.

I don't feel like smiling; I don't like waiting.

It's ... uncomfortable. And I can't do anything. Well anything that I like to define as productive -- like make things happen, make decisions clear, make answers known.

A friend and I decided days ago to do a study on waiting. It seemed fitting to us both.

As I settled in and read, this hit me over the head:
"The ability to wait on the Lord stems from being confident and focused on who God is and in what God is doing. It means confidence in God’s person: confidence in His wisdom, love, timing, understanding of our situation and that of the world. It means knowing and trusting in God’s principles, promises, purposes, and power." 

So when we wait, we've got two choices: we can wait impatiently or we can wait well trusting in His goodness.

This is good news for me -- because waiting well means doing something. It means coming to God in earnest prayer. It means seeking Him and His word. It means crying out to Him and letting go of my white-knuckled grasp of myriad situations and events and things.

When we wait well, something is changing -- our hearts. And, honestly, what can be more productive than taking our will and conforming it to His?

Waiting is uncomfortable because when we wait well there is change. And change involves growth. It's painful even.

There is a lightbulb that slowly burns a little brighter. It's painful. There is pain in waiting when change is involved.

And then I see it: to wait, to change is to share in Christ's suffering.
"Now if we are children, then we are heirs--heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory."Romans 8:12
To suffer is to become sanctified, righteous.
"No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it." Hebrews 12:11
He hears the cries of the righteous.
"The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles." Psalm 34:17
So we can wait impatiently.

Or we can wait well, with patience.
"For this reason I also suffer these things; nevertheless I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep what I have committed to Him until that Day." 2 Timothy 1:12
I exhale my weight fully into John's arms trusting that he's holding me as I wrestle with putting my word into practice.

And I realize I can do the same in the waiting with God.

So I exhale, breathe and let myself fall into His arms.

Patience in 2012
Patience in Healing
Patience in Waiting for a baby
Patience in Mothering
Patience with myself
Patience with grief
Patience in marriage

2012 Patience
2011 Being

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Bigger Picture Moments: On Patience in Rebuilding

Editor's Note November 2012: If you are looking for information on restoring your digestive system, please know that The Body Ecology Diet helped me, but it didn't completely restore my health. My body actually stalled out on the the diet, and I needed to go off it to heal other parts of my body. You can read about my last steps in healing by clicking here

Hot, salty tears spilled into the warm bath water I'd just sunk my tired body into.

Healing, I said aloud through sobs, where is my miracle?

John and I had finished listening to a sermon on modern miracles and Jesus' instantaneous miracles recorded in Matthew moments prior ... and I couldn't help but let the words slip out of my mouth.

Shoulders shaking, head in my hands, eyes blurred with tears and bare skinned and bared heart before my husband and my Lord, I asked the question I'd been side-stepping ever since week three of this yeast detox when I felt like this cleansing just wasn't giving way to the kind of rebuilding for which I'd hoped while on the diet.

Six and a half weeks.

For six entire weeks, I've been following the Body Ecology Diet in effort to holistically eliminate what we're pretty sure has been candiasis clothed in IBS, anxiety, sinusitis and fatigue.

Simply, following a no-sugar diet has been difficult because even natural sugars found in sweet potatoes, tomatoes and fruit feed yeast. As do vinegars, alcohol, caffeine {oh, tea!} and most grains.

And to get rid of the yeast, they must be starved because when they are starved, they die. When they die, they omit toxins into the body, which must be filtered and carried out. And before they are carried out healing feels like anything but.

I've been having a hard time accepting this-- this kind of healing where getting worse before getting better is the necessary route--  chills, fatigue, night sweats, digestive upset, hives, an episode of a green tongue, anxiety, irritability have been par for the course.

It's only been the past few weeks where I've felt a resurgence of my old friend energy and a major decrease in the brain fog that had been plaguing me for the past several months along with significant ease of digestive issues.

But there are still smaller waves of cleansing my body has been undergoing that continuously push me into longer stretches of sleep and relaxation and, samely, bouts of frustration and questioning.

This experience has me heavy thinking about so many things -- the way we view food as a culture and individually, the diseases and conditions we deem normal when they are actually very abnormal, the way our bodies cleanse themselves and the way we handle dis-ease.

When we don't feel well, we often want a quick fix of medication and instant relief.

When we medicate instead of naturally and holistically treat with food and quality self care aren't we sending mixed signals to our bodies -- telling them to stop the process of elimination by stopping fevers and drying out snot in the sinuses?

These symptoms are our bodies way of cleansing impurities -- and so we feel worse before we feel better.

I've been purging the invaders from my body these past six weeks and half weeks, and, thus, I've felt worse before I've felt better.

And there in the small pool of bathtub water, as I struggled to make peace in my mind between all the different ways healing comes and healing looks, I heard His voice through my sobs.

You never asked for an instant miracle; you asked for healing.

And patience. You asked for that, too.

There has been healing from His hand.

And in this healing, He's grown my patience, too.

When He said "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you," He meant it.

He's been listening and responding all along in love.

And now it's my turn to respond in faith with trust, saying, yes, sometimes we feel worse before we feel better, but better is on the horizon and closer with every mile logged.


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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Everyday Life: Patience {In January}

I'd envisioned rest and relaxation, time spent in the company of silence and of others to be the major components of healing.

There is some of that here.

But, too, and maybe more, there is sacrifice.

Sacrifice of time spent with my husband in favor of listening to a body that desperately aches for sleep.

Sacrifice of the places I want to go, time I want to spend, conversations I want to have, ideas I want to explore, people I want to help, words for the book I must write.

I keep wishing in some ways that this body of mine

this heart

this mind

would heal faster.

{Lord, don't you know I have boys who are growing -- growing so fast and so furious that they wake up needing the next size clothing some days? And a husband who needs an awake wife? And a business and a blog ... and and     and ....}

But deep healing requires patience. And patience requires some amount of sacrifice.

Mostly, the sacrifice of expectations

enough to allow for permeable grace

to soak into the soil of busy

enough to allow for guilt-free days

as whole living slowly, steadily emerges like the sun rising in the horizon each morning.

A reminder

that it rises

one morning at a time.

{Even for a mom, a wife, a business owner, a blogger ...}


My word for 2012 is patience. Each month, I'm chronicling how patience is being woven into my life this year.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Beyond Resolutions: Patience {#OneWord365}

About this time last year, I chose to focus for an entire year on being rather than doing.

Building character rather than building my resume.

Becoming more of the me God intended me to be rather than more of the me I intended me to be.

Had I known last year what being results in, I might have been too nervous to choose such a powerful word to commit to focusing on.

Because the word being is actually a more subdued version of the word grow.

And, boy, has it been a year of growth -- spiritual, emotional and mental growth.

While my body actually shrank -- which last year I wasn't sure I would be able to make and keep such a resolution -- the other parts of me have been stretched and opened and grown through thanksgiving, through grief and through choosing joy.

It's been a ride ... a ride I'm glad to have taken but am now ready to exit.

I readily admit that I'm ready to usher in a new year with its freshness and possibility and newness.

And in that newness stretched out like the deep dawning of a new day, I'm embracing a new word for 2012:

Patient -- embracing a wait, contentedness, willing to choose joy despite circumstances, tolerant

"God doesn't come and go. God lasts.
He's Creator of all you can see or imagine.
He doesn't get tired out, doesn't pause to catch his breath.
And he knows everything, inside and out.
He energizes those who get tired, gives fresh strength to dropouts.
For even young people tire and drop out, young folk in their prime stumble and fall.
But those who wait upon God get fresh strength. 
They spread their wings and soar like eagles,
They run and don't get tired, they walk and don't lag behind." Isaiah 40: 28-31

So I will wait upon God. 

I will be patient with myself -- with the healing of my scars, with the limits of being human, with what is out of my control, with the time structures in which I live, with the expectations I set for myself.

And I will pray for patience to run deep and wide enough to spill over my heart and flow from my tongue.

Patience enough to allow for the space it takes for passion to burn.

And burn well.

A group of writers have come together to take a step beyond standing in stalled resolutions instead vowing to pick one word that will help guide them through the year. I'm joining formally this year after having had such a wonderful experience of focusing on one word during 2011. #OneWord365


2011: Be

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