Derailment and Perspective

Looking at the calendar this morning, I was surprised to realize I haven’t written or posted a thing in well over a month.  All I could think was, I’m sure glad I don’t try to earn a living off this gig…life is simply too full of derailments!

The day of my last post, we got word from the governor of Oregon that gatherings of 250 or more were banned.   Over the next week and a half we watched our freedoms drop away at a frightening speed…no gatherings of more than 25…10…none outside of one’s home.  Churches shut down and businesses were shuttered.  Those many days had us on pins and needles, wondering about our own businesses and the people who work for us.

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Eternity in the Heart

Finishing the sentence I was reading, I glanced up at my daughter who had quietly entered the room.  Standing beside my bed, she struggled to get the words out. 

“I feel so guilty.”  I watched as a wave crashed through her, spilling twin rivulets of sorrow down her flushed cheeks.  “I should be able to control this by now!” She swiped her face with frustration.

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Grace Expectations

“When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are.”          

― Donald Miller

As I walked with my friend, the heaviness in her spirit was written on her lovely face, dampening her normal radiance.  She was feeling guilty and frustrated.  One of her dearest friends had called to lambaste her, letting her know in no uncertain terms that she had failed miserably as a friend.  Apparently there was some sort of friend code that had been broken, a specific sort of support that had been withheld.  My friend had had no idea she was so neglectful.  She hadn’t even known the friendship code existed.

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Excellence Approving

Paul’s prayer for the Philippians has been running through my mind all week.  It’s one of those passages that leaps out and demands to be examined more thoroughly.  The more I chew on it, the more tangents I could go off on, but I’ll strive to keep in line with a single train of thought. (Those who know me well know what a feat of constraint this is for me, the queen of rabbit-trails, but here goes!)

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Life in the Chum Bucket

 


This week I’ve been musing on the raising of teens and just what a dangerous endeavor it can be.  I suppose parenting in general, really.  It’s this seemingly never-ending cycle of need and rejection that starts in infancy, cruises along, and really hits its stride in the preteen or teenage years.

Teens are funny creatures.  No longer children, yet not quite adults, they reel you in with need and vulnerability, firing off every nurturing mama-nerve you possess.  When one’s baby is struggling, it’s a visceral response that comes out.  We want to help.  We want to offer wisdom. After all, we have a lot more life experience to draw from.  

So we start momming.

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Living and Active

Every culture and subculture has their own jargon, words and phrases that don’t make a lot of sense to those outside of it.  Christianity is no exception.  We use a lot of language that makes sense to us, but the meaning behind some words or phrases are really hard to articulate.  The concept that God’s Word is ‘living and active’ is one such stumper.  We accept that the Word is indeed living and active because it says so.  But what exactly does that mean?

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Spiritual Cannibalism

Like many in the Christian community, I was devastated to hear of the passing of TobyMac’s eldest son, Truett, on October 23rd this past year.  I hesitate to use the word devastated, but that indeed is how I felt for his family that day.  He was 21 years old, same as my own boy, and I could empathize on that rare gut level, that place we connect as parents.

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Our Burning Bush (2019 Beautiful Truths #5)

 

When I was a child, the church folks told me the Bible was God’s love letter to mankind, which seemed a bit odd to me with its stories of strong men with gouged out eyes, decapitated giants, and mighty warriors felled by tiny women and tent pegs.  Not to mention the incest and adultery that ran rampant through the Sunday school stories.  A mighty odd love letter indeed!

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