Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Wonder in the Small Things

I am writing by candlelight and watching the drizzly mist outside turning into snowflakes. Soft, small, flurries that fall slowly onto the sharp lime green blades of grass still holding onto life.

I love the way the candle moves gently and the shadows from the negative spaces of the outer candle holder shift back and forth ever so slightly.

I am grateful for this small moment, where I can truly be alone. Alone with you Lord.

Just now I catch a glimpse out the window again, in between sips of warm fragrant black tea and I am amazed to see the whole sky filled with big, fat flakes dropping quickly like heavy plops of vanilla frosting amidst a shower of slow fuzzy debris.

It's amazing how beautiful this one precious life is. How full of mystery and wonder. How a small candle and a view out my window can ground me. How You use the small, seemingly insignificant things to speak to my soul.

I see it in my children's eyes, the glassy reflection across their young fresh eyes, widening with wonder. 

They have so many questions, always craving to know more, experience more. And yet, at some point we grown-ups have lost that wild wonder. We plow through, our heads to ground, not to be bothered with such foolery. We need to be working to pay the bills, get food on the table, keep up with our schedules.

The steam is now rising up from my freshly poured tea cup and catching the light of the candle. This is my one glorious moment, when you break through to me. 

I lift my head from the plow and see the glowing steam rising to meet the shower of heavy plops of whipped cream falling behind it and I am moved. What a wonderful, sensationally quiet moment with You, Lord.

Rid me of hurry. Rid me of frenzied distraction. Rid me of fear and self-doubt. 

Help me to see the wonder reflecting across my eyes as if for the first time, over and over again. The first time. Help me to stay near to you.

May you lift your head and see the wonder all around you today.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

A Real Promise

A couple of months ago in July, there was the most perfect double rainbow out in the back field. It was the closest I've ever been to a full double rainbow, it went directly over the house.

The children were snug in their beds and the short reprieve from the storms happened just at the golden hour. That special half hour or so when the sky is perfectly golden and full of glinting fuzzies and glittering light peeking through tree branches.

Dan and I slowly pulled the slider door open in half disbelief, muscling the smudged glass pane aside from the real view, crisp and bursting with color. Can this be real? 

There are few moments in life that truly amaze me in my old age. I've become cold, distant and most of the time, over-stimulated and just plain tired. But this time...

My heart starts to race and sure enough that old familiar feeling floods into my body, a bit of adrenaline, breathing getting heavier and fighting back the inevitable smirk.

No matter how old I get, God never fails to amaze me with his creation. And for us, in that moment, his promise. The very next morning, Calvin and I had the big talk. He brought up how he wants to live forever with Jesus. He wants to ask Jesus into his heart.

Something about the way he said it, gazing out the back slider and contemplating his words, I knew it was real. He had time to think it all through.

Time to muscle back the smudged pane of glass he had been peering through. He had a real view this time. A crisp, bursting with color, view of the promise.  

A promise he wanted to hold onto and keep forever.

There is nothing that a mother who loves the Lord wants more for her children.

Lord, help me to give guidance and help me to talk about you and all the things you have done for me in our everyday conversations. Help me to tell the stories that have made me who I am in You, to our children. 

May you do the same, my sisters and brothers. 

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Season of Growth

Spring time is full of new beginnings, new growth becoming evident. Fresh seeds pushing up through the flat, otherwise idle soil. I love the way God orchestrates new life each and every season. Pink blossoms and green tentacles rising up out of the ground all around us.

 Like a season of our own lives, there are times when we thought all was idle and dormant within us, then suddenly, slowly one day we see that little green stem slowly push the dirt out of the way and rise up to its new potential.

What is new in you? How is God calling you out of your dormant season and into new growth? What have you learned, applied and are now seeing growth in you or others around you?

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Dirty Winter Wasteland

I am tired of dirty. 

Dirty, chalky gray floors by the back and front doors, tracking into my kitchen daily. The thick, gray slush squashing out from under the treads of my black snow boots through the garage and onto the rug inside. 

I'm tired of stepping in surprise drips of icy cold melt in my sock feet. 
I am weary of this heavy, wet wasteland. 

Isn't it interesting how our surroundings affect our overall state of mind?

 I am struggling with winter. We are on the homestretch here, so close to March and then blissful April! And yet, each and every year about this time, I feel like I'm on the verge of screaming at the top of my lungs- enough already!

I'm not going to play the tough man game. I give up. I just need to say it.

Looking for encouragement in the bible today I came across this wonderful, hopeful verse:

See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland. -Isaiah 43:19

Help me to see this new thing that you are doing Lord. In me. In my life and the lives of those around me. I want to see it springing up in this late winter wasteland. 

Let us be perceiving of this new thing God is doing in us and around us. There is hope for a time of rejoicing and sunshine just around the corner. 

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

That's right. I'm talking to you. 

I just secretly scrolled through every last one of your photos, close-ups of toes in the sand, fruity drinks with an adorable little yellow umbrella popped-up on the side, a wedge of pineapple and the whole shebang. Flashing white pearlies against tanned cheeks, rosy from too much sun. 

And then, just now, I walked to my car in the most horrible kind of wind-whipping 'polar vortex' temperatures that actually hurt your teeth.

Maybe I'm living through your experience as an escape. 

Maybe I do really envy you, secretly wish that your life was mine. 
Maybe I feel that I have to compete with you. To put up the latest and greatest activity I just accomplished with my kids. 

This week alone, I've had a handful of conversations about struggling with the 'highlight reels' we see playing over and over on the Facebook machine. We are living in a new age. 

An all-knowing, all-seeing, always uploaded and updated age.

Is the idea of envy really a new one? Yes, the means by which it is delivered is much different, but God was addressing the problem of envy long before our generation took the stage.

"Let us not become vainglorious and self-conceited, competitive and challenging and provoking and irritating to one another, envying and being jealous of one another." Galatians 5:26 AMP

It's even in the ten commandments for heaven's sake!

"You shall not covet your neighbor’s house. You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, or his male or female servant, his ox or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.”   Exodus 20:17

You shall not covet your neighbor's tropical vacation. (my emphasis)

The problem with envy is that it can lead to thoughts and actions that divide and isolate us.

When we are competing or envying our friends' Facebook highlight reel, we are less likely to open up about our real struggles and end up thinking we must be the only one who doesn't have it together. Don't walk through the valleys alone. We are designed to walk together.

The truth is: My life is not all that glamourous. 

And I have a suspicion that besides that week you spent in Jamaica, your life looks a lot like mine too. 

As a body of believers, we are to work together, unified in our purpose.

How can we be unified if there is a wall up around our heart and a seething sort of discontent brewing inside of us? 

Let's practice gratitude to combat the ever present struggle. Because we have so much to be grateful for. The fact that we have each other. The fact that I have you as my friend. 

And through that gratitude and unity let's accomplish great things together for HIS kingdom right here. Right now.

"And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity." Colossians 3:14

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Control Freak

Hey, I freely admit that I am no better than the next woman about having control issues.

Sometimes this masquerades itself as being a 'strong' woman. Sometimes it hides under 'knowing our own minds' or 'having opinions' being 'capable' or even 'being a good mom'.

When do you know if your need to control your own life and the lives of others around you, (i.e. children, husband, friends, family) is crossing the line?

Could it be keeping you from living the life God wants for you?

One way that we woman all too often go this direction, is from the overflow of an anxious heart.
It's a cycle that begins with a fear which morphs into a lack of trust in God.

It is manifested in our controlling tendencies.

I don't have time to wait for God. 

(I don't even know if he can pull this off.)

.....He must need my help.

I'm going to make the plan and get it done. 

We don't always think these things specifically, but aren't we truly feeling them when things are uncertain? It is not a comfortable place for us to be. To NOT KNOW what is going to happen.

Could it be that God has been trying to get through to you? He is waiting for you to NOT DO anything. To simply listen for His voice, His prompting and His timing.

Resist the urge my friends.

The good news is, he frees us from the need to have control that can so easily hurt or suffocate or stunt our spiritual growth. Take a break. A backseat. Choose to wait for God, because we do TRUST HIM to do greater work than we ever could pull off.

Make room in your own mind and heart to hear His voice again. May you act from the overflow of a grateful and trusting heart.

Monday, February 9, 2015

A Mis-Identified Longing

"It's an old and ironic habit of human beings to run faster when we have lost our way. " -Rollo May

I ran across this quote the other day and it really struck a chord with me. Too often, I feel far from God, my soul cries out for Him and I mis-identify this need with lacking something in the physical world around me. 

Have you ever mis-identified a longing? 

Sometimes I think I need more time for myself (which is sometimes true) other times I think I need to buy that cute new sweater or decorative pillow, sometimes I take out my dissatisfaction with life on my husband, prodding and dropping hurtful words like metal bolts on the thin glass he is standing on- almost in amusement. Just to see if the glass will break beneath him. 

I admit to these ugly tendencies. A desire, a longing that is natural and good, turned sour by trying to satisfy it on my own or through something else.  

Mostly, it is only a mis-identification. But in turn, it does not satisfy me and so I break out into a dead run, looking frantically everywhere for something else that might fill that little void in me. I have lost my way, and I am running faster again.

Juxtaposed against this hurried life, is the overwhelming peace that I find, when I come to The Lord. When I shut everything else out, all the noise, all the opinions, all the negativity.

When I simply come to Him. 

It is there my heart finds peace and great contentment. In the words of scripture. In an honest prayer.

"Be still, and know that I am God." -Psalm 46:10

May you find the courage to choose to slow down, when you feel like breaking into a run. And may you find that kind of peace, that surpasses all understanding.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Messing Up....Again

Do you ever have days when it seems like you just can't break the cycle of "messing up"?

When the pan of rice crispy treats literally creates inner dialogues battling in your brain?

Or the bank account screen has you holding your breath and when it loads, you literally feel sharp pains in your bowels because you overspent again?

Life can be a series of daily mistakes or messing up on the goals you've set for yourself, or even worse- messing up on living the life God wants you to live.

It is hard to always, everyday, every moment live the scrupulous life you were called to.

I get it. Like five minutes ago when I ate that rice crispy treat. Annnnnd, I'm on a weight loss challenge for the next 6 weeks.

Here is the good news:

"God is sheer mercy and grace; not easily angered, he’s rich in love. He doesn’t endlessly nag and scold, nor hold grudges forever. He doesn’t treat us as our sins deserve, nor pay us back in full for our wrongs. As high as heaven is over the earth, so strong is his love to those who fear him. And as far as sunrise is from sunset, he has separated us from our sins."   Psalm 103:8-11 The Message

Let's live a lifestyle of grace, not only with others, but also with ourselves.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Bone-Dry and Brittle:

Thoughts on Grief and Shame as a Mother

My forearms are resting on a cold marble table top. My laptop is opened up next to a small terra cotta pot with a charming chartreuse aloe plant spiking up, cheerily resting against the edge of the screen.
The smell of percolating coffee and the dull chatter envelopes me.

I am in the zone. I am out in the world, people.

I am also, alone.

I never thought I'd be so glad to say that. As a Mom of three young children under the age of five, I often go days (and sometimes nights) of constantly being around a small person. I am finding the time to just sit here and observe my surroundings, collect my thoughts, sip a frothy cappuccino and think to be heavenly.

This is a battle that I am always fighting. A battle to stand my ground. 

To scoop out a little piece of time like thick red clay, plop it on the table in front of me and sculpt for awhile. I'm rolling out the pieces. I pinch them off into little snakes and stick them on in different places, trying it out, studying its form and then smashing it again to start over. 

It doesn't really matter what I come up with.

  It matters that I have it in my hands. 

I've seen it too many times. A new Mom is overwhelmed by it all. She never imagined how she would have to give of her self every hour of everyday. She is swimming in it, overwhelmed and even, dare I say it, regretful? 

It's a horrible thing to say, but don't we feel it? Maybe its not so much regret, but more so grief

We are grieving the life we lost. The time we spent with our husbands. The time we spent on ourselves, filling up the bath tub and using the nice bath salts and (gasp) shaving our legs.

Welling up then, comes shame that we feel this grief.

So we smile and we wave and we bury it deep with every light-hearted comment of the wonders and delights of motherhood to the people doting over our beautiful babies. 

The truth is: we are not the best Mothers when we self-sacrifice to the point where we are bone-dry and brittle. 

So give up a little

Find some time to just sit and sculpt with your very own lump of clay. Even if you have to fight and muscle your way to scoop it out. Be a free Mommy that loves with fiery energy from within. 

Monday, January 12, 2015

Last week we had three snow days in a row! In Michigan, people! That rarely happens. Due to very low temps and negative wind chills we didn't get out to play in the snow much either. So the next time you are pulling your hair out, here are some great sensory and busy activities.

1. Color Fizzy Fun We have been doing this one for years. Grab a 9x13 glass pan or a couple of them, a cookie sheet with a nice lip on it would work too. Take a box of baking soda and sprinkle a thick layer all over the bottom of the pans. (I usually do one pan per kid) Grab some white vinegar and pour into several little cups maybe a 1/3 cup each, you don't need a whole lot. Add a few drops of  food coloring to each cup to make as many colors as you have. Then grab a couple of little droppers, straws can work too (you can teach them the finger over the top of the straw trick) or medicine dispensers. Let the kids drop the colored liquid onto the baking soda and watch it fizz up! They love it. 

2. Start a Dance Party Last week my boys 5 and 3 were literally "bouncing off the walls". I'm not kidding. Like they were throwing balls against the walls and running into them trying to jump off the walls, once in a while tumbling and hitting every corner on every table or bookcase nearby to the forehead. Anxiety levels were running high! So I grabbed my iPhone, hooked up our wireless jam box and found a great Pandora station based on Taylor Swift's song, Shake it off. We cranked up the music to borderline inappropriate volume levels and cleared out the coffee table and a few chairs in the living room and were shaking our booties and running in circles all over the place. I would come up with a dance move and then the kids would mirror it. Then they would get a chance to make up some moves. It was so fun! I realized just how grown-up and dull I had become after that showcase of unprecendented silliness. 

3. Indoor Water/Snow Play Find a nice sized rubbermaid tub, put towels down on the floor (tile or laminate floors are best) and fill the tub with water. You can color the water with food coloring for an extra dose of whimsy. Find random kitchen utensils they have never played with before. My kids always love the turkey baster!

My boys made all different kinds of lego boats and vessels too. I usually strip them down too just to save some clothing. Another way to really ramp up the fun, that I heard from a few friends of mine, is to bring snow inside! Fill the tub full of it! What a fun way to still be able to play with snow even when the temps are too low outside.

4. Spray Bottles and Old Toothbrushes Some other ideas I learned from a book that is worth a skim, "The Busy Preschooler" are putting a bowl of pennies in some soapy water and having the kids "clean" the money with old toothbrushes. If your child is particularly scrubby they will love this one. You can also fill a couple of old spray bottles with just water (or a safe watered down cleaner) and give the kids rags. My boys cleaned the entire wood floor in our dining room on their hands and knees one day. It was awesome. It took like an hour! Going along with the spray bottle idea. You can also fill a few bottles with colored water and let them walk around outside and spray the snow different colors! I have a few water bottles in my cupboard that are nice and small for little hands that I picked up at the dollar store one day. Kids love spray bottles.

5. Easy Cookies and Treats Baking has always been a snow day tradition in my family when I was growing up, but because my kids are still pretty young I find it a little stressful trying to pull off actual baking... as in butter and flour and actual cookies. Some Moms can do that and I think that's fabulous. But it sort of stresses me out! So I've found a good compromise is making some of the easier treats. For example, rice crispy treats. We almost always have these ingredients in our pantry, a little butter, a bag of marshmallows and Rice Crispies! I usually grab a canister of those fun seasonal sprinkles whenever I see them too, so we can mix those in for a little pizzaz. The boys stand on a chair and help pour in the marshmallows and mix the pot a few times and bam! That's about it....no real measuring or flour mess!

Another treat I made recently with them were square grid pretzels with a kiss melted on top and an M&M pushed into the top. I found the unwrapping of the kisses was a great busy activity for little fingers. 

6. Treasures Rice Box This is an activity I have seen in so many classrooms and we have one at home too. Grab another large and somewhat shallow rubbermaid container and fill it with rice. I got out all the kids beach toys, little shovels and things to play with it. Kitchen utensils are great too. Then you can drop lots of tiny treasures to scoop out. Some ideas are coins, safety pins, lego men, plastic bugs or whatever you can find laying around the house. You can even get educational and have them find and count objects that are the same or a certain color.  Besides the mess that can sometimes happen when my 20 month old gets involved, this activity is amazing! My son Jack (3) played with this once for like 2.5 hours straight. You can also use dried beans, sand or moon sand. 

7. Bathtub Foam Paint This has been an old standby activity I pull out whenever I need a mental break. I put the kids in the tub and get out a can of shaving cream. I use the sensitive skin version with no fragrance if possible and not the gel- it must be the cream. I find my muffin pan and food coloring and mix the cream with one color per hole in the pan. The kids love to use their hands and smear it all over themselves or on the walls of the tub. You can then write letters in the cream and make it a teaching lesson or just sit back and scroll through pinterest while they paint away! I usually give them some paintbrushes and little cups or teapots to play with too. 

8. Guess What I'm Drawing I can't remember where I heard of this little game, but it is wonderful for when you just need to lay down for a few minutes, whether you are fighting a cold or simply need a few moments to just. rest. Grab a small legal pad or whiteboard or whatever paper you have laying around and a pen. Try to think of something you can draw. Anything at all. It could be themes like "holidays" or "articles of clothing" or "animals" or "family members" or something along those lines. Begin drawing slowly and ask your kids to guess what you are drawing. You can give them hints as you go along if you need to. This can go on for awhile. The older kids can take a turn as the artist too!

9. The Great Clothespin Hunt I came up with this little activity when I used to teach. It is pretty simple. Pick up a pack of clothespins the next time you are at the grocery store in the laundry/organizing section of the store for a dollar or two. At home, find a piece of card stock or thin cardboard and cut out a rectangle large enough for 10-15 clips to fit on.

Then taking a marker, draw a grid across one side of the rectangle and write the numbers across the grid, one number per tick or box you drew. Then, write a number on each clothespin so that each pin has a spot to clip to on the cardboard. Then, have the kids leave the room for awhile and you hide the clothespins around the room. It could be in two rooms or even the whole house, depending on how motivated you feel. :) The kids go around and pin each number to the card as they find them. That way they know which numbers they are still missing. Switch it up and have them hide the pins and you find them too!

10. Fort Making This is one of those classic childhood activities! You can't go wrong here, kids love to make forts of all kinds. It could just be tossing a blanket over the kitchen table and giving them flashlights. If you feel up to it, you can drag every blanket and sheet out of the closet and set up base in the living room. We usually use the kitchen chairs and chip clips to hold the sheets. My son likes to make bridges to other bases using cardboard bricks. You could even drag out some Christmas lights and make the inside really awesome.

Large cardboard boxes, especially refrigerator boxes are great too! You can make it into a "house" and let them color, decorate with tinsel and lights on the outside or inside. Another fun idea we have done is to set up our tent in the basement, blow up the air mattress and spend the night in there! Of course you need lanterns, flashlights and glow sticks (Duh). Plug in the laptop and make it a movie night, complete with jiffy pop and microwave s'mores for dessert! 

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

A Pretty Big Test

Something about the way the snow is blowing horizontally against the grove of trees in my back yard is really quite beautiful. It makes little lines of white against the dark, bare trunks scaling its way up and up and separating into a thousand lines until it reaches the cool gray, shallow sky, so close and so flat and yet so heavy.

Heavy. That is the way I would describe it.

The days have been heavy. Dan's chest feeling heavy, me driving him through an icy round-about,  wind whipping his hair as he tumbled out clumsily and made his way through the steel emergency room doors. I parked up the hill and made my way down the sloped drive, ignoring the fact that he seemed eager to come here. What was that about? If he is anything, he is never one to make something into what it is not. Could it really be more than just a bad case of heartburn?

I reach inside my pockets to protect my raw hands from the biting wind.

Inside there are a series of questions, facts re-told, wheel chair whizzing and stickers to the chest, lines of tangled gray and red cords draw from him what they need to know.

Minutes and hours pass by, watching nurses pull back the curtain and pluck some new plastic tool from the shelf, peeling them like cheese sticks from their wrappers.

I try to stay on the level where my emotions exist most of the time. I tell myself that this is another incident where they will send us home in an hour. That hour turns to 2 and then to 4. When the 4 hours are up and the blood is drawn again, we move to 8 hours and then after the doctor drops the words "heart-attack" and "levels are rising" like a hammer on a glass plate a few more times, I muster the strength to keep my face flat and unmoving.

I move to that place in my heart that I do not visit so often. Like an attic at the house you grew up in, all dark and mysterious but familiar, comforting. In a dark corner I find an old trunk, inside I turn over relics I haven't seen in some time, studying them with my fingertips, recalling their shape I know so well.

There I find the old reels, like a home movie speckled with static, playing against a wall of wood rafters. I replay watching him smile against a backdrop of changing scenery, sitting across a restaurant table or standing next to each other in the kitchen washing dishes, walking along the lake like we do, stooping to pick up beach glass and other treasures, his hand in mine. I see him smiling as the kids come up behind him and cling to his legs.

Swimming in this sea of recollection and emotion, I feel vulnerable.

It is in this place when I feel so helpless, floating in a salted sea with nothing to anchor myself, that I see God swimming toward me. He grabs hold of me and keeps my head above water when I start to feel weak. He is there, even when the waves come and I can't see him for a few moments, coming up spitting, my nose and lungs burning. I feel him lifting me up again.

I notice something on the footage, grabbing my remote to rewind and replay something, sitting on an old stool, a musty quilt around my shoulders. I replay once, then again. It is a sort of pattern or a rhythm. When sadness overtakes us, when he looks tired or I look angry, there is something that always seem to happen. It happens once. It happens again. At night in the bed, we are closing our eyes, my head on his chest and our mouths are moving like we are still talking. Only, there is intensity in our posture, our voices and our expressions. We are praying.

I am standing over him, my hand on the nape of his damp, sweaty neck, the other hand on his chest between the bumps of the stickers and cords. I am praying.

All through that long, interrupted night I prayed.

In the morning, he ordered breakfast; oatmeal with brown sugar and orange juice.

The doctor finally came in and reviewed all the tests and studied the images of the ultrasound of his heart and determined that we were out of the woods. There was no heart-attack. The walls around his heart were inflamed from a virus he had a couple of weeks ago.

We went home. Aspirin and lots of rest for Daniel.

I know that this will not be the last trial. We have had several in just the last few weeks. But to those who may listen, it is the ongoing conversation we have with God that keeps lifting us up.