I just realized that it has been almost a week since I have posted anything on my blog. So either I have really been enjoying the laid back feel of Christmas break, or I have been too busy to think about things such as blog postings. I'm not going to try and figure out which is more accurate - it's way too early to be awake on a vacation day, let alone think that hard. But, since I am up way too early and it is quite clear that I will not fall back asleep, I figured a blog post would be a good way to start my day. Or to at least fill the time before my kids wake up...
Confession #1- I have never been into New Year's Resolutions. Even as a kid and especially as a teenager. I think that some small part of me wanted to go against the flow. And perhaps that's still the case. So, though I agree that this is a great time for people to make commitments to change as they reflect on the past, and fully support that, I don't actually have any resolutions to share with you.
Confession #2- I used to love fresh starts. If you know me, or have read very many of my blog posts, you know that I moved around a lot growing up. Every few years. Not many people can relate to that, which is fine. I think I turned out OK (no comments from those of you who know me well, please)...and I'm not at all upset about it. In fact, it's one of those things that I actually look back on and am grateful for. Yes, I can remember being very sad when it was time to move away from my friends and the familiar. But I also remember seeing it as an adventure...as an opportunity to start over again. The realization that I could take into account my experiences and then have this uniquely bizarre chance to create new ones. Kind of cool.
Confession #3 - As I grow older, my mindset on fresh starts has changed. It's become more difficult in certain areas. Easier in others. A little over a month ago, I wrote a post about this year's Joni and Friends Family Retreat theme. You can read it here. The next day, I wrote a follow up post. Read that one here. Our theme for retreat this year is New Beginnings. As I shared in my first post on the theme, we always cringe a little bit when we hear what our theme will be each year. Why? Because we have noticed the pattern that Satan will often attack us in an area related to that theme. Not so much fun. However, we also know that God is faithful to become real to us in that area. Which is a good thing.
Confession #4 - I'm not going to share any deep, dark secrets with you this morning. It wouldn't really be comfortable for any of us, I suspect. However, I will say that Satan has indeed been attacking me big time in the area of New Beginnings...as I suspected would happen. The silly thing is that even though I am normally very aware of Satan's attacks (especially those that I expect), I am realizing this morning that I have been incredibly ignorant this time around. This ignorance has created confusion and pain...but has also set me up for the perfect opportunity to experience new beginnings as God intended them to be...with Him in the center. So, even though I'm not accustomed to making resolutions, per say, here's what I know:
2008 has been quite a year. Lots of great stuff. Lots of hard stuff. I need to recognize that. It's healthy. And it's Biblical. Psalm 143:5 says "I remember the days of long ago; I meditate on all your works and consider what your hands have done." Considering what God's hands have done involves recognizing both the ups and the downs of the year. Because God was present through all of it.
But, then I look at Isaiah 43:19, as it reads in The Message, "Forget about what's happened; don't keep going over old history. Be alert, be present. I'm about to do something brand-new. It's bursting out! Don't you see it?" 2009 will most likely be the same mix as 2008. The ups, the downs and the in-betweens. It's all a part of life. And I look forward to seeing exactly how God will show up...how He will burst out.
My Final Confession - I am not going to claim to be an expert in living out Isaiah 43:19. I'm clearly not. And if you read this post and draw the conclusion that I have it all figured out and this is a cakewalk for me, you're mistaken. Far from the truth. Whether monumental or seemingly insignificant, forgetting about that "old history" isn't easy. It often involves change..cutting things out of our lives. It's hard. I'm not perfect. And there are times that I really struggle with that process.
My goal today is to take a deep breath. And I would invite you to join me today as I take that deep breath, and start over. It's a new day and a new year is around the corner. Another opportunity to reset and refocus on making God the number one in our lives. Whether that involves a few small tweaks or a massive overhaul, it's all the same. God is either number one or He isn't. I'm not claiming to be an expert. I am trudging through this just the same as so many others. And frankly, it's exhausting. There are many things I do not know. And many things that I have to continue to sort out. But there is one thing that I will try to remember today and all throughout 2009: Hebrews 13:8, which says:
"Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever." (NIV)
"For Jesus doesn't change—yesterday, today, tomorrow, he's always totally himself." (The Message)
I lied - one more confession. I need Jesus desperately. And I am so glad that even when things and people and circumstances are not what they seem - He is. Reliable. Consistent. Ultimate Truth. That's my Jesus. Totally Himself. So whatever 2009 will bring...remember that. And I'll try to do the same.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Unopened Gifts
It's 7:10 AM Christmas morning. All four kids are sleeping. Myron is still at work. So here I sit, coffee brewing, cinnamon rolls baking, egg casserole waiting it's turn for the oven. The presents are under the tree, stockings are filled, and there is a calm over the house that will change drastically in the next hour or so.
I feel a peace, yet also an anticipation. It is so fun so give my kids gifts. They are so appreciative...whether the gift is big or small. It's so fun to watch their eyes light up. Last year Brooklyn decided she wasn't going to open any of her gifts because she refused to let go of her tangerine she received in her stocking. She didn't want to put it down, for fear of losing it. At the time, I took away a lesson about being content with the small stuff. But as I think this morning, something else comes to mind...there was actually a bit of a sadness. I wanted her to open the gifts that I painstakingly selected and wrapped. I knew what was in those packages, and wanted her to enjoy them. I knew that while the tangerine was good, she would eat it. It would be gone. These other gifts would last a bit longer...she would really, really love them.
How much more with our Heavenly Father. Oh, I received His gift of salvation, His gift of eternal life with Him many, many years ago. But what about the gifts He continues to give me? Am I opening them? I am even recognizing they are there? Am I holding on to the short lived things of my life and missing out on the things that are long lasting? Grace. Mercy. Forgiveness. Protection. Gentle discipline. Wisdom. Guidance. Comfort. Peace. Unconditional Love.
Sadly, I think I am very guilty of holding on to that tangerine at times. God knows that. He knows why, even better than I do. But He still sits, waiting peacefully, yet with great anticipation, hoping that I will "get it." And knowing that He has better things for me, if I would just open them up.
So this morning, as I continue to wait for Myron to come home and the kids to wake up. As I sip my coffee in silence, I recognize you first and foremost, God. I recognize your undying love for me, the sacrifice you made in sending your Son to this messed up world, the way that you patiently wait for me to crawl up onto your lap, to bow down at Your feet. And I am thankful for your many gifts. Your Son. Eternal life with You. My family. A warm house. Food to eat. Awesome friends. Second chances. And though it seems pretty insignificant...it's all I have to give...so once again, I offer You my life. All of it.
Happy Birthday, Jesus. And Merry Christmas to each of you. I hope it is filled with timeless reminders of God's love for you, memories that are long lasting, and gifts that are eternal.
I feel a peace, yet also an anticipation. It is so fun so give my kids gifts. They are so appreciative...whether the gift is big or small. It's so fun to watch their eyes light up. Last year Brooklyn decided she wasn't going to open any of her gifts because she refused to let go of her tangerine she received in her stocking. She didn't want to put it down, for fear of losing it. At the time, I took away a lesson about being content with the small stuff. But as I think this morning, something else comes to mind...there was actually a bit of a sadness. I wanted her to open the gifts that I painstakingly selected and wrapped. I knew what was in those packages, and wanted her to enjoy them. I knew that while the tangerine was good, she would eat it. It would be gone. These other gifts would last a bit longer...she would really, really love them.
How much more with our Heavenly Father. Oh, I received His gift of salvation, His gift of eternal life with Him many, many years ago. But what about the gifts He continues to give me? Am I opening them? I am even recognizing they are there? Am I holding on to the short lived things of my life and missing out on the things that are long lasting? Grace. Mercy. Forgiveness. Protection. Gentle discipline. Wisdom. Guidance. Comfort. Peace. Unconditional Love.
Sadly, I think I am very guilty of holding on to that tangerine at times. God knows that. He knows why, even better than I do. But He still sits, waiting peacefully, yet with great anticipation, hoping that I will "get it." And knowing that He has better things for me, if I would just open them up.
So this morning, as I continue to wait for Myron to come home and the kids to wake up. As I sip my coffee in silence, I recognize you first and foremost, God. I recognize your undying love for me, the sacrifice you made in sending your Son to this messed up world, the way that you patiently wait for me to crawl up onto your lap, to bow down at Your feet. And I am thankful for your many gifts. Your Son. Eternal life with You. My family. A warm house. Food to eat. Awesome friends. Second chances. And though it seems pretty insignificant...it's all I have to give...so once again, I offer You my life. All of it.
Happy Birthday, Jesus. And Merry Christmas to each of you. I hope it is filled with timeless reminders of God's love for you, memories that are long lasting, and gifts that are eternal.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
11 Things We Consider to be Christmas Traditions
Traditions...I love 'em. Oh, I love trying new and adventurous things as well. But there are certain traditions that I really look forward to. As with many traditions, it's usually not the actual activity itself as much as the memories that go along with it. What the activity symbolizes. Sometimes it's easy to get caught up in traditions themselves...they take on a life of their own, and we don't even remember why we do them (hmmmm, another post in the making I think). We probably have a few of those. But in this context I don't think it makes them any less special...and we usually get a good chuckle out of it. So, here are 11 traditions that we have...some passed down from my childhood, and others developed as my own family has grown.
1. Angel Tree, Samaritan's Purse Pack a Shoebox and the like... These particular traditions were taken care of weeks ago, but it's something that the kids absolutely love. As they have grown older, they have understood more and more the fact that not all kids get to have the same kind of Christmas as they do. God has wired them with very sensitive hearts that ache to respond to that fact. They love to help picking out gifts for these children they do not know. I am so thankful that our kids are growing up with grateful and giving hearts. I know that part of that is a direct result of the prayers and actions of my parents. Dad and Mom have often "purchased" items from the Samaritans Purse Gift Catalog in our kids' names. You should see the twinkle in the kids' eyes when their Grandpa or Grandma tells them that a child in another country will have a hot meal, Bible classes, clean water or a pair of shoes or...now that is truly priceless.
2. Sausage Wonton Stars and BLT Bites - I make these every year for our get together with my parents. Not sure how it got started, but they are always requested.
3. Wrapping Every Single Stocking Gift - This one I do not understand...but for some reason I just can't break myself of it. Another tradition handed down from my family, I need to ask my mom about this one. Our stocking gifts were always wrapped individually. I continue to do the same. It takes forever. But I still do it. The only thing not wrapped is the tangerine that is always placed in the toe of each stocking...
4. Name Ornaments - Growing up, each of my family members had a handmade, personalized name ornament from Bronner's in Frankenmuth, MI. So, it was only natural that I continued that tradition for my own family. They are very simple ornaments - large, glass bulbs - with our names scripted in matching handwriting. As a child, I can remember feeling so special as I looked for my name on the tree when I walked by. And it's fun to watch my kids do the same. We also have an ornament for our Baby Taylor...a subtle yet important reminder of our child that is able to sit right on Jesus' lap.
5. Cookies - It's the simple things in life that often make us smile the biggest. Spritz cookies aren't anything all that impressive, but, it's the tradition in our house to make them each Christmas. I mix up the dough, always using almond extract, and Myron takes it from there. He and the kids have done this for several years, and they all look forward to it. They spritz the cookies out, apply the sprinkles and stick them in the oven. It's fun to just sit back and watch Daddy and kiddos have so much fun making cookies together. Follow that up with the chance to frost and decorate cookies with my mom when we visit them Christmas Day, and life is good.
6. Christmas Eve Pajamas - Every year, we allow the kids to open one present on Christmas Eve. Amazingly, they always seem to get new pajamas!! I wonder how that happens. Myron and I usually get in on the tradition, too... Why do we do this? Well, it seems to be a fun way to motivate the kids to get ready for bed. It makes me feel a little less lame for getting the kids such practical Christmas gifts (though they always get socks in their stocking). And, I can't believe I'm going to admit this...I know that they will look fresh and clean when we take pictures Christmas morning. Does that make me a bad mom?
7. Non-stop Christmas Music - Whether listening to it or making our own, big surprise that music is a big deal in our house. OK, not really. But we really do love Christmas music. I will be sad to see it go. Of course, I'm sure I'll listen to it again soon, like in January.
8. The Reading of the Christmas Story - Not an uncommon tradition, and quite simple, really. But so critical to keep us grounded and focused. I think it's awesome that all four of my kids are old enough to understand the significance of Christmas, and they do a pretty good job patiently listening while staring at the gifts they are about to open.
9. Chocolate Bells - My son started this one. One year, he became incredibly obsessed with chocolate bells. Ever since then, we always make sure we have at least one bag at some point in December. Notice I said "at least" one bag. Sheesh. I need to go exercise or something...
10. Not Writing a Christmas Letter - OK, this may be a bit of a stretch. But, every year I think that I should probably update people on our life...and decide that I won't, for numerous reasons. I think next year I am going to send out a Groundhog's Day Letter. So you can look forward to that.
11. Myron's Annual Holiday Heartburn - And this is what I get for involving my husband in the writing of my blog. When I asked him if he had any ideas for this list, the first thing out of his mouth was "my annual holiday heartburn, of course." So, in an effort to show him that I am the kind of wife who listens to her husband's input, here it is. It is what it is. And I think we may be out of Tums...oops.
So, that's a glimpse into our world...anything to add???
1. Angel Tree, Samaritan's Purse Pack a Shoebox and the like... These particular traditions were taken care of weeks ago, but it's something that the kids absolutely love. As they have grown older, they have understood more and more the fact that not all kids get to have the same kind of Christmas as they do. God has wired them with very sensitive hearts that ache to respond to that fact. They love to help picking out gifts for these children they do not know. I am so thankful that our kids are growing up with grateful and giving hearts. I know that part of that is a direct result of the prayers and actions of my parents. Dad and Mom have often "purchased" items from the Samaritans Purse Gift Catalog in our kids' names. You should see the twinkle in the kids' eyes when their Grandpa or Grandma tells them that a child in another country will have a hot meal, Bible classes, clean water or a pair of shoes or...now that is truly priceless.
2. Sausage Wonton Stars and BLT Bites - I make these every year for our get together with my parents. Not sure how it got started, but they are always requested.
3. Wrapping Every Single Stocking Gift - This one I do not understand...but for some reason I just can't break myself of it. Another tradition handed down from my family, I need to ask my mom about this one. Our stocking gifts were always wrapped individually. I continue to do the same. It takes forever. But I still do it. The only thing not wrapped is the tangerine that is always placed in the toe of each stocking...
4. Name Ornaments - Growing up, each of my family members had a handmade, personalized name ornament from Bronner's in Frankenmuth, MI. So, it was only natural that I continued that tradition for my own family. They are very simple ornaments - large, glass bulbs - with our names scripted in matching handwriting. As a child, I can remember feeling so special as I looked for my name on the tree when I walked by. And it's fun to watch my kids do the same. We also have an ornament for our Baby Taylor...a subtle yet important reminder of our child that is able to sit right on Jesus' lap.
5. Cookies - It's the simple things in life that often make us smile the biggest. Spritz cookies aren't anything all that impressive, but, it's the tradition in our house to make them each Christmas. I mix up the dough, always using almond extract, and Myron takes it from there. He and the kids have done this for several years, and they all look forward to it. They spritz the cookies out, apply the sprinkles and stick them in the oven. It's fun to just sit back and watch Daddy and kiddos have so much fun making cookies together. Follow that up with the chance to frost and decorate cookies with my mom when we visit them Christmas Day, and life is good.
6. Christmas Eve Pajamas - Every year, we allow the kids to open one present on Christmas Eve. Amazingly, they always seem to get new pajamas!! I wonder how that happens. Myron and I usually get in on the tradition, too... Why do we do this? Well, it seems to be a fun way to motivate the kids to get ready for bed. It makes me feel a little less lame for getting the kids such practical Christmas gifts (though they always get socks in their stocking). And, I can't believe I'm going to admit this...I know that they will look fresh and clean when we take pictures Christmas morning. Does that make me a bad mom?
7. Non-stop Christmas Music - Whether listening to it or making our own, big surprise that music is a big deal in our house. OK, not really. But we really do love Christmas music. I will be sad to see it go. Of course, I'm sure I'll listen to it again soon, like in January.
8. The Reading of the Christmas Story - Not an uncommon tradition, and quite simple, really. But so critical to keep us grounded and focused. I think it's awesome that all four of my kids are old enough to understand the significance of Christmas, and they do a pretty good job patiently listening while staring at the gifts they are about to open.
9. Chocolate Bells - My son started this one. One year, he became incredibly obsessed with chocolate bells. Ever since then, we always make sure we have at least one bag at some point in December. Notice I said "at least" one bag. Sheesh. I need to go exercise or something...
10. Not Writing a Christmas Letter - OK, this may be a bit of a stretch. But, every year I think that I should probably update people on our life...and decide that I won't, for numerous reasons. I think next year I am going to send out a Groundhog's Day Letter. So you can look forward to that.
11. Myron's Annual Holiday Heartburn - And this is what I get for involving my husband in the writing of my blog. When I asked him if he had any ideas for this list, the first thing out of his mouth was "my annual holiday heartburn, of course." So, in an effort to show him that I am the kind of wife who listens to her husband's input, here it is. It is what it is. And I think we may be out of Tums...oops.
So, that's a glimpse into our world...anything to add???
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Prayers Appreciated
As God prompts you, I would sure appreciate any prayers you could offer on behalf of a friend of mine and her family. After being married for only 5 months, her husband was killed in a car accident Sunday night. I am sad for my friend. I am sad for her family, and for her husbands family. I am sad for my friend's brother, snowed in in Seattle, unable to be with his sister in Michigan. It's really getting to him. Please pray that God will pave a way for him to be able to be with his family. Pray that God will meet every need - spiritual, emotional, physical - for the members of this precious family.
Loss is never easy. This time of year seems to compound the intensity of loss, whether a new loss or a loss years behind us. Loss causes all of us to think twice about priorities...choices we make...things we cherish. Isn't it good to know that Jesus is still Emmanuel, God with us? No matter what.
Your prayers are appreciated.
Loss is never easy. This time of year seems to compound the intensity of loss, whether a new loss or a loss years behind us. Loss causes all of us to think twice about priorities...choices we make...things we cherish. Isn't it good to know that Jesus is still Emmanuel, God with us? No matter what.
Your prayers are appreciated.
Monday, December 22, 2008
What a Weekend...
I'm sure I'm not the only person that is waking up this morning after having had a very full weekend. A cold weekend, yes, but a great one.
I spent most of the day Saturday at my Grandparents house in Michigan with the Avery side of the family. We had a blast. My sister in law (who has four kids the same ages as mine) and I discussed how different this year was from previous years. As the kids get older, it gets so much easier! No feeding or nap schedules to think about, the kids are much more willing to take group photos and they play so well together! It was so fun to watch. We laughed a lot, ate a lot, had a Christmas sing-a-long and just enjoyed each others company. I am so blessed to have such an awesome group of people that I can call my family. The image of all 9 grand kids gathering around my dad while he read the Christmas story (and all of their very helpful input) will be one I remember for a long time. Likewise, the way that my aunt told a great story about remembering the most important Gift we have received will be remembered and appreciated. Yes, it was fun. Yes, we laughed at a lot of really lame jokes. But more than that, I am reminded of the gift of a family who puts first things first. The simplified gift giving was a breath of fresh air, as was the opportunity to just relax and know that I was in the presence of some very amazing people. People who love Myron and I, and our kiddos, more than we probably realize.
Sunday's worship services at the church were great. I was able to work with some fantastically servant hearted and talented people in an effort to put together special morning services. If any of you are reading this, I just want to say thank you. I know that there are many things that pull you in different directions this time of year, and I greatly appreciate your willingness to be a part of the extra set up and rehearsal times and early morning yesterday. From the actors to the tech people, the vocalists to the band...you were all a very crucial part of the final product. I am confident that God accomplished what He intended to accomplish, and you were a a part of that. It's one thing to work with talent (which I did!), but it's another to work with people who simply desire to serve their Lord and other people whether they are noticed or not. Well - I noticed, God noticed and I'm sure others did, too. I had imagined in my mind what yesterday would look like...and am pleased to announce that when I took myself out of the equation, God did more...I love that. I was reminded that no matter what, God is still my Emmanuel (there's that name again). I was reminded that God continues to offer His love, mercy, forgiveness and peace. I was reminded that God will always meet us where we are...that no matter what we are facing, whether good or bad, he is willing to hear our hearts and will always respond. In fact, He has already responded - by giving us His Son.
Sunday continued with a nap (for me, at least) and ended with some great family time. We were disappointed that we didn't make it to the family communion time at our church, but we did spend time together. There's just something about having your kids on your lap in their Pjs with lots of blankets and a Christmas movie...especially when it's freezing cold outside. I know I am guilty of under appreciating my kids far too often. Moments like last night, when they tell me that I'm their best friend, declare their love for me, and are even willing to sit still if it means they can be on my lap...well, it's a great reminder of what a gift they truly are. They deserve so much more than I am often able to give. Thankfully, I know God will be faithful to infuse me with his love, patience (and hopefully energy!!) as I try to be the best mom I can be.
I want to leave you with the invitation to check out this post from my friend Rob. It's actually a post of a post, but whatever it is, it's pretty awesome. Take a look...
P.S. I just this very second overheard my 7 year old daughter explain to her 5 year old brother what a diary is: a place to write all your secrets, like who your boyfriend is. Then she listed off her boyfriends. Isn't this a bit early??? Lord help me. And Lord help those boys...
I spent most of the day Saturday at my Grandparents house in Michigan with the Avery side of the family. We had a blast. My sister in law (who has four kids the same ages as mine) and I discussed how different this year was from previous years. As the kids get older, it gets so much easier! No feeding or nap schedules to think about, the kids are much more willing to take group photos and they play so well together! It was so fun to watch. We laughed a lot, ate a lot, had a Christmas sing-a-long and just enjoyed each others company. I am so blessed to have such an awesome group of people that I can call my family. The image of all 9 grand kids gathering around my dad while he read the Christmas story (and all of their very helpful input) will be one I remember for a long time. Likewise, the way that my aunt told a great story about remembering the most important Gift we have received will be remembered and appreciated. Yes, it was fun. Yes, we laughed at a lot of really lame jokes. But more than that, I am reminded of the gift of a family who puts first things first. The simplified gift giving was a breath of fresh air, as was the opportunity to just relax and know that I was in the presence of some very amazing people. People who love Myron and I, and our kiddos, more than we probably realize.
Sunday's worship services at the church were great. I was able to work with some fantastically servant hearted and talented people in an effort to put together special morning services. If any of you are reading this, I just want to say thank you. I know that there are many things that pull you in different directions this time of year, and I greatly appreciate your willingness to be a part of the extra set up and rehearsal times and early morning yesterday. From the actors to the tech people, the vocalists to the band...you were all a very crucial part of the final product. I am confident that God accomplished what He intended to accomplish, and you were a a part of that. It's one thing to work with talent (which I did!), but it's another to work with people who simply desire to serve their Lord and other people whether they are noticed or not. Well - I noticed, God noticed and I'm sure others did, too. I had imagined in my mind what yesterday would look like...and am pleased to announce that when I took myself out of the equation, God did more...I love that. I was reminded that no matter what, God is still my Emmanuel (there's that name again). I was reminded that God continues to offer His love, mercy, forgiveness and peace. I was reminded that God will always meet us where we are...that no matter what we are facing, whether good or bad, he is willing to hear our hearts and will always respond. In fact, He has already responded - by giving us His Son.
Sunday continued with a nap (for me, at least) and ended with some great family time. We were disappointed that we didn't make it to the family communion time at our church, but we did spend time together. There's just something about having your kids on your lap in their Pjs with lots of blankets and a Christmas movie...especially when it's freezing cold outside. I know I am guilty of under appreciating my kids far too often. Moments like last night, when they tell me that I'm their best friend, declare their love for me, and are even willing to sit still if it means they can be on my lap...well, it's a great reminder of what a gift they truly are. They deserve so much more than I am often able to give. Thankfully, I know God will be faithful to infuse me with his love, patience (and hopefully energy!!) as I try to be the best mom I can be.
I want to leave you with the invitation to check out this post from my friend Rob. It's actually a post of a post, but whatever it is, it's pretty awesome. Take a look...
P.S. I just this very second overheard my 7 year old daughter explain to her 5 year old brother what a diary is: a place to write all your secrets, like who your boyfriend is. Then she listed off her boyfriends. Isn't this a bit early??? Lord help me. And Lord help those boys...
Friday, December 19, 2008
The Unexpected
School was cancelled today. Bummer because the kids miss their Christmas parties. Bummer because I wasn't mentally prepared to be a referee to all four kids for the entire day. Bummer because I miss out on seeing the kids at The Compass one last time before break. But, there are bonuses, too. I have some extra time to just take it easy today, and a perfect excuse to not do a thing. Oh, I will most likely get some baking done today, get caught up on a few small things and take a phone call from my Chicago office. Other than than, I will listen to Christmas music all day long, Myron and I are going to try and get some presents wrapped tonight, and I plan to take a lot of moments to just breathe. I don't know about you, but I could use some breathing time right about now.
It's sometimes the unexpected that causes me to experience what I need to experience, rather than what I think I need to experience. I thought I needed to have one more day of school routine to help me blast through all the things crammed into my schedule. But as it turns out, this is what I need today. I need to let myself off the hook on many of my "to do" list items. I need to be rejuvenated by some great music and yummy smells in the kitchen. I need some time to chat with friends, allow them to encourage me and hopefully return the favor. And I need to sit be able to peak over my shoulder while blogging to observe the kids happily sitting at the table together doing a Christmas craft and singing Away in a Manger. And mostly, I need to be reminded that there is a reason Christ is referred to as the Prince of Peace. Does anyone else forget about the significance of "Prince of Peace" this time of year?
The unexpected. We can't control it. We can't anticipate it. Oh, I realize that school being cancelled isn't exactly the most earth shattering event in the universe...but it got me thinking. You see, I'm a incredibly detail-oriented control freak. There, I admitted it. And I know that being detail-oriented isn't always bad...but you should see my Outlook Calendar. It's pretty pathetic. And when something happens to throw that calendar off, I don't always react the best. Just ask my husband. And that's just the surface stuff. When the unexpected comes along that messes with my insides...whoa. (And no, Pamm, I'm not talking about indigestion.) So I can only imagine how the unexpected news that Mary received that she was pregnant (and oh - with the Messiah, by the way) must have messed with her initially. We read about it in scripture, see it portrayed in various songs and movies, but what was it really like? And then there's Joseph. Talk about the unexpected.
I was talking with a friend the other night about unexpected things happening. The "event" that we were talking about was painful to walk through. Yet she can look back at that and see where God was at work. Not that is doesn't still hurt...but God was there. And blessings followed.
The unexpected. Sometimes tough. But often times good...just not expected. But, isn't that the best kind of gift? One that you didn't see coming? I typically claim to not like surprises, but more often than not, I think I actually may.
The unexpected. It causes faith to grow. It causes us to let go of certain things, feelings or mentalities that we may not let go of otherwise...and pick some others up. It causes us to realize that we can't go it alone. And while there are moments that I wish I knew what was in my future, I'm so grateful that God cares enough about me to make the necessary preparations in me, and I'm often none the wiser until after the fact. How cool is that?
So, here's to the unexpected.
It's sometimes the unexpected that causes me to experience what I need to experience, rather than what I think I need to experience. I thought I needed to have one more day of school routine to help me blast through all the things crammed into my schedule. But as it turns out, this is what I need today. I need to let myself off the hook on many of my "to do" list items. I need to be rejuvenated by some great music and yummy smells in the kitchen. I need some time to chat with friends, allow them to encourage me and hopefully return the favor. And I need to sit be able to peak over my shoulder while blogging to observe the kids happily sitting at the table together doing a Christmas craft and singing Away in a Manger. And mostly, I need to be reminded that there is a reason Christ is referred to as the Prince of Peace. Does anyone else forget about the significance of "Prince of Peace" this time of year?
The unexpected. We can't control it. We can't anticipate it. Oh, I realize that school being cancelled isn't exactly the most earth shattering event in the universe...but it got me thinking. You see, I'm a incredibly detail-oriented control freak. There, I admitted it. And I know that being detail-oriented isn't always bad...but you should see my Outlook Calendar. It's pretty pathetic. And when something happens to throw that calendar off, I don't always react the best. Just ask my husband. And that's just the surface stuff. When the unexpected comes along that messes with my insides...whoa. (And no, Pamm, I'm not talking about indigestion.) So I can only imagine how the unexpected news that Mary received that she was pregnant (and oh - with the Messiah, by the way) must have messed with her initially. We read about it in scripture, see it portrayed in various songs and movies, but what was it really like? And then there's Joseph. Talk about the unexpected.
I was talking with a friend the other night about unexpected things happening. The "event" that we were talking about was painful to walk through. Yet she can look back at that and see where God was at work. Not that is doesn't still hurt...but God was there. And blessings followed.
The unexpected. Sometimes tough. But often times good...just not expected. But, isn't that the best kind of gift? One that you didn't see coming? I typically claim to not like surprises, but more often than not, I think I actually may.
The unexpected. It causes faith to grow. It causes us to let go of certain things, feelings or mentalities that we may not let go of otherwise...and pick some others up. It causes us to realize that we can't go it alone. And while there are moments that I wish I knew what was in my future, I'm so grateful that God cares enough about me to make the necessary preparations in me, and I'm often none the wiser until after the fact. How cool is that?
So, here's to the unexpected.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Blogs I Read - Part 2
If you haven't read Part 1 of this series, click here. If you have, then read on! And remember, this is in a completely random order...
Stuff Christians Like - I don't know the writer of this blog. His name is Jon. He's not a relative or a friend, but he is one funny blogging pro. I can't say that I read this blog every single day, but I do quite frequently. Most of his posts are funny, but he has some serious ones from time to time that show me there is a very deep and real side to Jon...like this one, or this one. I appreciate his humor (I could use a laugh most days), but also appreciate his transparency as he struggles with real life issues and the process of writing his first book.
Chronicles of a Nomad - The blog of Caleb "Biz" Bislow. I went to college with Caleb. He was a great guy back then, and continues to be. His wife is a pretty amazing lady, too. Caleb has a passion for Jesus and for people that need Jesus. He has been called to minister to the Maasai people in East Africa. There's some pretty awesome stuff going on...check out this website to get the full story. It will leave a lasting impression on you. And make sure you take a look at his blog. It will encourage you. Convict you. Mess with you. You'll be glad, though.
Three's Company - This is a cool story. Three's Company is the blog of a friend of mine from Ohio. She and I went to school together at Dayton Christian when we were in 6th-9th grade. Then I moved away and lost touch with most everyone from that era of my life. Thanks to the wonder of Facebook, Jen and I got in touch again and I started reading her blog as well. She has a lot of funny mom stories to share, some great recipes, lots of pics of all that's going on in their life and just general good reading. She homeschools her kiddos...I wish I had her energy. Her kids are all precious...and I have a special place in my heart for her youngest daughter, who happens to have Down Syndrome. Their family is truly exceptional. They have a great perspective on life and have been privileged to connect with many other families affected by Down Syndrome in their area. I just know they are an encouragement to many.
And that's it for now...more later!
Stuff Christians Like - I don't know the writer of this blog. His name is Jon. He's not a relative or a friend, but he is one funny blogging pro. I can't say that I read this blog every single day, but I do quite frequently. Most of his posts are funny, but he has some serious ones from time to time that show me there is a very deep and real side to Jon...like this one, or this one. I appreciate his humor (I could use a laugh most days), but also appreciate his transparency as he struggles with real life issues and the process of writing his first book.
Chronicles of a Nomad - The blog of Caleb "Biz" Bislow. I went to college with Caleb. He was a great guy back then, and continues to be. His wife is a pretty amazing lady, too. Caleb has a passion for Jesus and for people that need Jesus. He has been called to minister to the Maasai people in East Africa. There's some pretty awesome stuff going on...check out this website to get the full story. It will leave a lasting impression on you. And make sure you take a look at his blog. It will encourage you. Convict you. Mess with you. You'll be glad, though.
Three's Company - This is a cool story. Three's Company is the blog of a friend of mine from Ohio. She and I went to school together at Dayton Christian when we were in 6th-9th grade. Then I moved away and lost touch with most everyone from that era of my life. Thanks to the wonder of Facebook, Jen and I got in touch again and I started reading her blog as well. She has a lot of funny mom stories to share, some great recipes, lots of pics of all that's going on in their life and just general good reading. She homeschools her kiddos...I wish I had her energy. Her kids are all precious...and I have a special place in my heart for her youngest daughter, who happens to have Down Syndrome. Their family is truly exceptional. They have a great perspective on life and have been privileged to connect with many other families affected by Down Syndrome in their area. I just know they are an encouragement to many.
And that's it for now...more later!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Jesus...and Prepositional Phrases
As I mentioned in item number nine of this post, God has been trying to give me more insight into his the name Emmanuel this Christmas. I say trying, because I'm afraid I'm not always the best student. That being said, I think that I've started to "get it," thanks to His persistence and patience, and a plethora of prepositional phrases.
God often uses songs to trigger things in me. I'm artsy (big surprise, eh?) and maybe music triggers more in me than others. Not sure. Sometimes songs trigger memories or emotions. But in this case, there is a song on Casting Crowns' Christmas album that triggered a curiosity. Casting Crowns is one of my favorite groups these days. There is something about their music that hits me right in the gut (and yes, it is rather uncomfortable at times). On their album Peace on Earth they recorded a song called "God is With Us." The chorus goes like this:
Love is raining down on the world tonight
There's a presence here I can tell
God is in us, God is for us, God is with us, Emmanuel
He's the Savior we have been praying for
In our humble hearts He will dwell
God is in us, God is for us, God is with us, Emmanuel
I've always heard the word Immanuel, or Emmanuel, as being translated as "God with us." So, the additional prepositional phrases that Casting Crowns added into this tune intrigued me. It added another layer to my understanding of God's presence, and purpose in our lives. In us. For us. With us. Time to dig deeper.
I've been going through a book by Ann Spangler, off and on, called Praying the Names of Jesus. It's a great book to use as a prayer guide, devotional and general resource. It goes through 26 different names of Jesus, and Immanuel is the first one. As I've read and re-read through this section of the book, the many scriptures it cites and the questions it poses, I find myself understanding more about Jesus' nature. I find myself realizing that so many of the promises we are given in scripture line up very directly with the name Immanuel (check out Exodus 3:11-12; Joshua 1:5,9; Isaiah 43:2-3; Matthew 28:20; or Hebrews 13:5-6 for starters). I find myself being reminded that no matter the situation - whether I'm struggling, rejoicing, confused, tempted, busy, bored, sleeping or awake - God is with me.
This fact, when fully embraced, could absolutely turn my world upside down. Yes, it is encouraging to know that God is with me as a support, comfort and inspiration. But it's more than just that. I love what Ann Spangler says on page 22 of Praying the Names of Jesus:
"If we want to experience Immanuel, "God with us," we need to be where he is, to do what his love compels, to reflect his image to the rest of the world. Today, I pray that Christ will pierce my heart with the things that pierce his. I ask for the grace to look for him in the midst of the world's suffering, whether close to home or far away. I pray that he will give you and me the faith to join him there, transforming our prayers, our time, our talents and our financial resources into evidence of his presence in the world - Immanuel, a God who is truly with us."
What a great reminder...and reality check. And I continue to ponder where that takes me, and how the previously mentioned song prompts me to internalize all that Emmanuel means. God is with me. He is in me. He is for me. He doesn't leave when we turn our back on Him, when we're hurting, when we sin against Him, when things are going smoothly or when we simply forget that He is, indeed, with us. A famous fourth-century prayer puts it like this:
Christ be beside me, Christ be before me,
Christ be behind me, King of my heart;
Christ be within me, Christ be below me,
Christ be above me, never to part.
Christ on my right hand, Christ on my left hand,
Christ all around me, shield in the strife;
Christ in my sleeping, Christ in my sitting,
Christ in my rising, light of my life.
St. Patrick's Breastplate
God often uses songs to trigger things in me. I'm artsy (big surprise, eh?) and maybe music triggers more in me than others. Not sure. Sometimes songs trigger memories or emotions. But in this case, there is a song on Casting Crowns' Christmas album that triggered a curiosity. Casting Crowns is one of my favorite groups these days. There is something about their music that hits me right in the gut (and yes, it is rather uncomfortable at times). On their album Peace on Earth they recorded a song called "God is With Us." The chorus goes like this:
Love is raining down on the world tonight
There's a presence here I can tell
God is in us, God is for us, God is with us, Emmanuel
He's the Savior we have been praying for
In our humble hearts He will dwell
God is in us, God is for us, God is with us, Emmanuel
I've always heard the word Immanuel, or Emmanuel, as being translated as "God with us." So, the additional prepositional phrases that Casting Crowns added into this tune intrigued me. It added another layer to my understanding of God's presence, and purpose in our lives. In us. For us. With us. Time to dig deeper.
I've been going through a book by Ann Spangler, off and on, called Praying the Names of Jesus. It's a great book to use as a prayer guide, devotional and general resource. It goes through 26 different names of Jesus, and Immanuel is the first one. As I've read and re-read through this section of the book, the many scriptures it cites and the questions it poses, I find myself understanding more about Jesus' nature. I find myself realizing that so many of the promises we are given in scripture line up very directly with the name Immanuel (check out Exodus 3:11-12; Joshua 1:5,9; Isaiah 43:2-3; Matthew 28:20; or Hebrews 13:5-6 for starters). I find myself being reminded that no matter the situation - whether I'm struggling, rejoicing, confused, tempted, busy, bored, sleeping or awake - God is with me.
This fact, when fully embraced, could absolutely turn my world upside down. Yes, it is encouraging to know that God is with me as a support, comfort and inspiration. But it's more than just that. I love what Ann Spangler says on page 22 of Praying the Names of Jesus:
"If we want to experience Immanuel, "God with us," we need to be where he is, to do what his love compels, to reflect his image to the rest of the world. Today, I pray that Christ will pierce my heart with the things that pierce his. I ask for the grace to look for him in the midst of the world's suffering, whether close to home or far away. I pray that he will give you and me the faith to join him there, transforming our prayers, our time, our talents and our financial resources into evidence of his presence in the world - Immanuel, a God who is truly with us."
What a great reminder...and reality check. And I continue to ponder where that takes me, and how the previously mentioned song prompts me to internalize all that Emmanuel means. God is with me. He is in me. He is for me. He doesn't leave when we turn our back on Him, when we're hurting, when we sin against Him, when things are going smoothly or when we simply forget that He is, indeed, with us. A famous fourth-century prayer puts it like this:
Christ be beside me, Christ be before me,
Christ be behind me, King of my heart;
Christ be within me, Christ be below me,
Christ be above me, never to part.
Christ on my right hand, Christ on my left hand,
Christ all around me, shield in the strife;
Christ in my sleeping, Christ in my sitting,
Christ in my rising, light of my life.
St. Patrick's Breastplate
Monday, December 15, 2008
The Bridge
This video is just a glimpse of what God did for us...and it all started with the gift of Jesus' birth. The question is, what am I doing with that gift? Riding along the track, completely oblivious to it's existence? Getting out of my seat, knowing full well what happened but too caught up in myself to give it a second thought. Or getting off that train, and allowing it to impact my choices, my priorities, my very life. No matter how many times I've heard or watched this story, it gets me every time. Not just for the loss depicted...but because I can finally start to grasp how wide, how deep and how great God's love is for me.
11 Cool Things that Happened this Past Weekend
1. I was privileged to meet with a student who is having a hard time right now...and I mean a really hard time. I realize now that it was silly for me to be apprehensive about what the outcome of the conversation would be, and what exactly I had to offer. God showed up. I know that, because I don't recall the majority of what I actually said, and there were moments that I didn't even feel like it was me talking. My prayer going into that conversation was that God would take me out of the picture - all of my own issues and failures, and all of my pre-conceived ideas - and be faithful to minister to this student. That's exactly what happened. Very cool.
2. Myron's shift party was at our house on Friday night. His fellow officers and their families/significant others all came. We had a great time hanging out, laughing, watching Elf and eating way too much food. It was cool...on a number of different levels.
3. Spent some time with a good friend, Morgan. Lots of silly moments...and I mean a lot!!! She's a great young lady who loves my kids and makes my feel much younger than I am.
4. Shopping with a few incredibly excellent young ladies from the youth group...with a few other adults along for the ride. We had fun. And while I may not be cool, hanging out with them certainly was.
5. Ate lunch with my favorite, and only, cousin on my Dad's side. What a great guy.
6. Was witness to the children's Christmas program at church. A few cool factors here - my kids were in it, and I actually got to just sit and watch them like a normal parent. Ashlyn rocked out her solo. The kids and directors did a simply amazing job! And the underlying message was very powerful.
7. I ate a Whoopie Pie from the Essenhaus. Those things are my absolute favorite. Seriously. If I was stranded on a desert island, Whoopie Pies would be on my "must have" list.
8. A three hour nap on Sunday afternoon. Yep, that's right. Three hours. Myron and I have had an arrangement for a number of years that if at all possible, he will entertain the kids Sunday afternoon so I can get a nap. I love it. Myron is the coolest.
9. Emmanuel - This year God seems to be speaking to me over and over and over about His name, Emmanuel. This weekend, He continued to shed some light on what He wants me to get out of the significance of that particular name. Future blog post in the making...
10. My folks were in town for an overnight stay. I love them.
11. List Making. I have to admit I struggle this time of year keeping on top of everything. And the older my kids get, the harder it seems to make sure I'm not forgetting something. So, those moments when I can sit down, look over the calendar, make my lists...they aren't just a practical necessity. Those moments are a way that God can reassure me that the upcoming week is do-able, and even if I miss something, life goes on. They are moments that I am reminded that He has wired me in such a way to be ministered to by the "Making of the List." I know that sounds absolutely ridiculous to most of you, but in a small (and perhaps weird) way, it's another sign that God cares about the small stuff as well as the big stuff. And regardless of which category is trying to take first place in my life, putting Him first is always the right move. So as I sat down yesterday and grasped all that is going on this week, God sat down beside me...reminding me of my priorities. And I think it's very cool that He is patient enough to do that with me on a regular basis.
2. Myron's shift party was at our house on Friday night. His fellow officers and their families/significant others all came. We had a great time hanging out, laughing, watching Elf and eating way too much food. It was cool...on a number of different levels.
3. Spent some time with a good friend, Morgan. Lots of silly moments...and I mean a lot!!! She's a great young lady who loves my kids and makes my feel much younger than I am.
4. Shopping with a few incredibly excellent young ladies from the youth group...with a few other adults along for the ride. We had fun. And while I may not be cool, hanging out with them certainly was.
5. Ate lunch with my favorite, and only, cousin on my Dad's side. What a great guy.
6. Was witness to the children's Christmas program at church. A few cool factors here - my kids were in it, and I actually got to just sit and watch them like a normal parent. Ashlyn rocked out her solo. The kids and directors did a simply amazing job! And the underlying message was very powerful.
7. I ate a Whoopie Pie from the Essenhaus. Those things are my absolute favorite. Seriously. If I was stranded on a desert island, Whoopie Pies would be on my "must have" list.
8. A three hour nap on Sunday afternoon. Yep, that's right. Three hours. Myron and I have had an arrangement for a number of years that if at all possible, he will entertain the kids Sunday afternoon so I can get a nap. I love it. Myron is the coolest.
9. Emmanuel - This year God seems to be speaking to me over and over and over about His name, Emmanuel. This weekend, He continued to shed some light on what He wants me to get out of the significance of that particular name. Future blog post in the making...
10. My folks were in town for an overnight stay. I love them.
11. List Making. I have to admit I struggle this time of year keeping on top of everything. And the older my kids get, the harder it seems to make sure I'm not forgetting something. So, those moments when I can sit down, look over the calendar, make my lists...they aren't just a practical necessity. Those moments are a way that God can reassure me that the upcoming week is do-able, and even if I miss something, life goes on. They are moments that I am reminded that He has wired me in such a way to be ministered to by the "Making of the List." I know that sounds absolutely ridiculous to most of you, but in a small (and perhaps weird) way, it's another sign that God cares about the small stuff as well as the big stuff. And regardless of which category is trying to take first place in my life, putting Him first is always the right move. So as I sat down yesterday and grasped all that is going on this week, God sat down beside me...reminding me of my priorities. And I think it's very cool that He is patient enough to do that with me on a regular basis.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Family Survival Kit
I'm just glad that I don't have a need for this, as my family is a great example of awesomenesss.
And I'm hoping that they don't feel they need it with mine!! Especially the brat darts.
And I'm hoping that they don't feel they need it with mine!! Especially the brat darts.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Blogs I Read - Part 1
I love seeing people's lists of blogs that they read. But what I really enjoy is knowing why they read them, and how they know the author...if in fact they do. So, after a few questions from some of my friends regarding my blog list, I thought I would start going through said list and give you a little further insight into my world. So, in a completely random fashion, here is the part one:
Wakarusa Missionary Church - What better way to start than with an easy one. WMC is our home church. If you've read many of my blog posts, you know that we love our church. Not because it's perfect, but because it's full of genuine people that have a genuine love for our community, our world and our Lord.
Myth Understanding - This is my older brother Ben's blog. Ben is an awesome brother, friend, husband, father and full time writer with some seriously mad videography skills. He is one of the most creative people I know. He intimidates the snot out of me. In fact, I'm secretly hoping he doesn't read my blog, because he's such a deep thinker and amazing writer. There are times that I can't wrap my brain around half of what his brain produces in just five minutes. But that's OK. I'm grateful that Ben is my brother. Oh sure, we've had our ups and downs, but he has always been there to protect me, watch out for me, support me and tell me to shut up a few times here and there. I have many fond memories of our time growing up, going to a few years of high school and college together...and now walking through the same stage of parenthood at the same time. I'm simply amazed at how wonderful my sister-in-law, Pamm, is and just adore their four kiddos. If you're intrigued by the life of a full time writer, enjoy sci-fi or graphic novels of any sort, and like to think outside the box, make sure you check out this blog. Tell him I sent you.
Rob's Random Ramblings - Speaking of being intimidated by great writers, let me tell you about my friend, Rob. You will never, ever regret reading Rob's blog. I first stumbled across his posts when poking around my church's website. Rob posts on the church's blog as well as his own. I was encouraged (sometimes convicted) by his passion for and perspective of the Scripture. So, I checked out his personal blog, only to discover his Funny Picture Friday posting series along with others that made me laugh...and think. When I first started my blog, Rob was a huge encouragement to me...even though I was secretly hoping he would never find it (hmmmm, I sense a pattern). At any rate, Rob is a gifted writer with some great things to share. His wife, Kris, is an amazing lady. Their kids are pretty cool, too. And I count it a privilege to worship with them week after week and to call them friends. Rob and Kris are true servants, often behind the scenes. I admire them greatly.
And that's it for Part 1. Stay tuned for more...
Wakarusa Missionary Church - What better way to start than with an easy one. WMC is our home church. If you've read many of my blog posts, you know that we love our church. Not because it's perfect, but because it's full of genuine people that have a genuine love for our community, our world and our Lord.
Myth Understanding - This is my older brother Ben's blog. Ben is an awesome brother, friend, husband, father and full time writer with some seriously mad videography skills. He is one of the most creative people I know. He intimidates the snot out of me. In fact, I'm secretly hoping he doesn't read my blog, because he's such a deep thinker and amazing writer. There are times that I can't wrap my brain around half of what his brain produces in just five minutes. But that's OK. I'm grateful that Ben is my brother. Oh sure, we've had our ups and downs, but he has always been there to protect me, watch out for me, support me and tell me to shut up a few times here and there. I have many fond memories of our time growing up, going to a few years of high school and college together...and now walking through the same stage of parenthood at the same time. I'm simply amazed at how wonderful my sister-in-law, Pamm, is and just adore their four kiddos. If you're intrigued by the life of a full time writer, enjoy sci-fi or graphic novels of any sort, and like to think outside the box, make sure you check out this blog. Tell him I sent you.
Rob's Random Ramblings - Speaking of being intimidated by great writers, let me tell you about my friend, Rob. You will never, ever regret reading Rob's blog. I first stumbled across his posts when poking around my church's website. Rob posts on the church's blog as well as his own. I was encouraged (sometimes convicted) by his passion for and perspective of the Scripture. So, I checked out his personal blog, only to discover his Funny Picture Friday posting series along with others that made me laugh...and think. When I first started my blog, Rob was a huge encouragement to me...even though I was secretly hoping he would never find it (hmmmm, I sense a pattern). At any rate, Rob is a gifted writer with some great things to share. His wife, Kris, is an amazing lady. Their kids are pretty cool, too. And I count it a privilege to worship with them week after week and to call them friends. Rob and Kris are true servants, often behind the scenes. I admire them greatly.
And that's it for Part 1. Stay tuned for more...
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Johnny the Bagger
I know, I know. Two posts in one day. But I couldn't help myself. After I posted earlier today, my Area Director in Chicago sent me this video. It's about a young man with Down Syndrome who had a huge impact...all because he served. Not for thanks or recognition, but because he wanted to make a difference. He served from the heart.
Imagine how much more God can accomplish if we only had a heart like Johnny's.
Imagine how much more God can accomplish if we only had a heart like Johnny's.
Just Whom Do I Think I'm Serving?
Joni Eareckson Tada share this story in her book 31 Days Toward Passionate Faith:
My husband is the strong, silent type - the picture of a robust, athletic man. As such, he can be an intimidating force on the racquetball court.
Perhaps that's why a few of his racquetball buddies express surprise when they learn Ken is married to a quadriplegic in a wheelchair.
"It's really amazing," they say, "that you've given up your life to serve a handicapped woman."
That sort of comment isn't uncommon. You hear people talking about the burden of caring for an elderly mother or the sacrifice of serving a sick child or of devoting years to a handicapped youngster. Sometimes people will say a woman has "given her husband the best years of her life" or a missionary couple has given "tireless service" in a foreign country.
Pondering statements like these has led me to a question: Just whom do we think these people are serving?
This question is one that I have been mulling over in my mind for a long time, and became especially apparent when I became a mother. Except, the question has always been posed inwardly. Just whom do I think I'm serving? What's my motive? To receive recognition, a short-lived pat on the back or an "atta girl?" Or is my motive to serve Christ by serving others? I have to admit - when those "others" are your own kids, people that could care less or those that will never thank you...it gets tough some days to keep focus where it should be.
My mom gave me a book when my oldest child was born. There is one chapter that I read which continues to stand out to me to this day. Essentially, the author reiterated that if the greatest call on a person's life is to be Christ-like, and Christ was a servant...then why don't we look at serving as the highest call possible? She was using this analogy within the context of becoming a mother, but it applies across the board. If we switch our perspective to serving Christ in all we do, rather than serving man, it really does change everything.
Joni goes on to say this:
How can service to the Lord Christ be a tedious, boring effort - or even a sacrifice? Certainly we tire of our service to men, "causes," organizations, companies, or academic institutions. No doubt Ken gets very tired of helping me through my nightly routine. I get tired, too. Yet, however tiring our work may be, how could it ever be tiresome? How could it be anything less than a joy to serve the One who has given us all things for life and enrichment and enjoyment - Jesus, who suffered so much to secure our salvation?
Colossians 3:23-24 says this: "Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord rather than for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance. It is the Lord Christ whom you serve."
So, the challenge to myself today is this: no matter whom I'm serving...whether my kids, a stranger, a neighbor, my Family Retreat families, my husband, a student, a friends...I need to remember that I'm not serving them, not really. I'm serving Christ, and they happen to be standing in the line of fire.
My husband is the strong, silent type - the picture of a robust, athletic man. As such, he can be an intimidating force on the racquetball court.
Perhaps that's why a few of his racquetball buddies express surprise when they learn Ken is married to a quadriplegic in a wheelchair.
"It's really amazing," they say, "that you've given up your life to serve a handicapped woman."
That sort of comment isn't uncommon. You hear people talking about the burden of caring for an elderly mother or the sacrifice of serving a sick child or of devoting years to a handicapped youngster. Sometimes people will say a woman has "given her husband the best years of her life" or a missionary couple has given "tireless service" in a foreign country.
Pondering statements like these has led me to a question: Just whom do we think these people are serving?
This question is one that I have been mulling over in my mind for a long time, and became especially apparent when I became a mother. Except, the question has always been posed inwardly. Just whom do I think I'm serving? What's my motive? To receive recognition, a short-lived pat on the back or an "atta girl?" Or is my motive to serve Christ by serving others? I have to admit - when those "others" are your own kids, people that could care less or those that will never thank you...it gets tough some days to keep focus where it should be.
My mom gave me a book when my oldest child was born. There is one chapter that I read which continues to stand out to me to this day. Essentially, the author reiterated that if the greatest call on a person's life is to be Christ-like, and Christ was a servant...then why don't we look at serving as the highest call possible? She was using this analogy within the context of becoming a mother, but it applies across the board. If we switch our perspective to serving Christ in all we do, rather than serving man, it really does change everything.
Joni goes on to say this:
How can service to the Lord Christ be a tedious, boring effort - or even a sacrifice? Certainly we tire of our service to men, "causes," organizations, companies, or academic institutions. No doubt Ken gets very tired of helping me through my nightly routine. I get tired, too. Yet, however tiring our work may be, how could it ever be tiresome? How could it be anything less than a joy to serve the One who has given us all things for life and enrichment and enjoyment - Jesus, who suffered so much to secure our salvation?
Colossians 3:23-24 says this: "Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord rather than for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance. It is the Lord Christ whom you serve."
So, the challenge to myself today is this: no matter whom I'm serving...whether my kids, a stranger, a neighbor, my Family Retreat families, my husband, a student, a friends...I need to remember that I'm not serving them, not really. I'm serving Christ, and they happen to be standing in the line of fire.
Monday, December 8, 2008
So Much Has Changed...
The Branch Bunch was finally able to hang out with the LeVan Clan this weekend. (And no, surprisingly, it didn't take more than just a few seconds to figure out that witty little sentence.) So much has changed since the time that I first befriended Ann and Jeremy. For starters, we were all single and attending Bethel College. Kids and marriage weren't thought of, and we didn't take anything too seriously. We spent a lot of time together in choir, choir tours and the like. Where, again, we didn't take anything too seriously. We even managed to all be on the same Task Force Team which traveled to Spain and Portugal. We sang together, made puppets together and had some pretty funny moments on that trip. And I remember laughing. A lot. Jeremy and I played in the Chapel Band together. Ann and I had music classes together. Good times were had by all.
Life moved on, marriage followed and we went our own ways. Paths crossed again when Myron and I moved to Wakarusa, having been married less than a year, and started attending Wakarusa Missionary Church. Jeremy and Ann just happened to be on staff at WMC. Once again we enjoyed laughing, singing and playing together. More good times.
Life moved on once again, our own ways again, and then we caught wind that Jeremy and Ann, along with their precious little Caitlin, were called to come back to this area...this time with an exciting and God-inspired vision to plant a church. Though it took us a while to get something scheduled and keep our children healthy enough to follow through, we were finally able to hang out with them this weekend...we laughed, reminisced and dug a little deeper into their hearts and vision for this God-sized adventure they are on.
So much has changed since I first knew Jeremy and Ann (hairstyles being one of the more obvious things which I neglected to mention previously - I'll have to see if I can find some pics to post). But, what hasn't changed is their desire to serve God...however that may look. I am inspired and motivated by what Jeremy and Ann stand for, how they communicate it and the passion that surfaces when you ask them to share. They are patiently, yet with great anticipation, awaiting God to reveal to them the next step. However, they aren't just standing still expecting it to simply plop down on them. They are researching, praying, sharing, sacrificing, reading and preparing. They are laying down the ground work, and then some...all in an effort to show Christ to the people that need Him most.
If you know the LeVans, no doubt you are familiar with their calling to start Epic Church. It's some pretty exciting stuff. I've posted their video below...take a look. You can also check out their prayer blog here. I would encourage you, even if it's just this once after you finish reading this post, to pray for the LeVans. They have a deep love for the Lord and for the people of South Mishawaka. There is no question in my mind that God will use them mightily.
So what about me? What about you? What are we doing to impact our communities? Are we living in such a way that will matter eternally? Are we passionate about living that way? Makes ya think...well, it makes me think, anyway.
Thanks, LeVans, for letting us be a small piece of the puzzle.
Life moved on, marriage followed and we went our own ways. Paths crossed again when Myron and I moved to Wakarusa, having been married less than a year, and started attending Wakarusa Missionary Church. Jeremy and Ann just happened to be on staff at WMC. Once again we enjoyed laughing, singing and playing together. More good times.
Life moved on once again, our own ways again, and then we caught wind that Jeremy and Ann, along with their precious little Caitlin, were called to come back to this area...this time with an exciting and God-inspired vision to plant a church. Though it took us a while to get something scheduled and keep our children healthy enough to follow through, we were finally able to hang out with them this weekend...we laughed, reminisced and dug a little deeper into their hearts and vision for this God-sized adventure they are on.
So much has changed since I first knew Jeremy and Ann (hairstyles being one of the more obvious things which I neglected to mention previously - I'll have to see if I can find some pics to post). But, what hasn't changed is their desire to serve God...however that may look. I am inspired and motivated by what Jeremy and Ann stand for, how they communicate it and the passion that surfaces when you ask them to share. They are patiently, yet with great anticipation, awaiting God to reveal to them the next step. However, they aren't just standing still expecting it to simply plop down on them. They are researching, praying, sharing, sacrificing, reading and preparing. They are laying down the ground work, and then some...all in an effort to show Christ to the people that need Him most.
If you know the LeVans, no doubt you are familiar with their calling to start Epic Church. It's some pretty exciting stuff. I've posted their video below...take a look. You can also check out their prayer blog here. I would encourage you, even if it's just this once after you finish reading this post, to pray for the LeVans. They have a deep love for the Lord and for the people of South Mishawaka. There is no question in my mind that God will use them mightily.
So what about me? What about you? What are we doing to impact our communities? Are we living in such a way that will matter eternally? Are we passionate about living that way? Makes ya think...well, it makes me think, anyway.
Thanks, LeVans, for letting us be a small piece of the puzzle.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
11 Things To Do Today
1. Determine if going to bed at 7:45 on a Friday night makes me old. (I guess I can go ahead and check that off the list right now. Haha.)
2. Exercise.
3. Go to Martin's and buy tomatoes, a loaf of french bread, milk and juice boxes.
4. General picking up, laundry, etc.
5. Look over some scripts.
6. Go to the church in order to get things ready for worship tomorrow morning.
7. Think about decorating the family Christmas tree...but then remember that we need to buy more lights first.
8. Ask my kids for forgiveness for being impatient with them, yes, already needed at 7:35 AM.
9. Enjoy the company of our good church-planting friends, Jeremy and Ann LeVan.
10. Read at least one more chapter of The Shack.
11. Give my husband several hugs.
2. Exercise.
3. Go to Martin's and buy tomatoes, a loaf of french bread, milk and juice boxes.
4. General picking up, laundry, etc.
5. Look over some scripts.
6. Go to the church in order to get things ready for worship tomorrow morning.
7. Think about decorating the family Christmas tree...but then remember that we need to buy more lights first.
8. Ask my kids for forgiveness for being impatient with them, yes, already needed at 7:35 AM.
9. Enjoy the company of our good church-planting friends, Jeremy and Ann LeVan.
10. Read at least one more chapter of The Shack.
11. Give my husband several hugs.
Friday, December 5, 2008
The Organic God
No...I'm not talking about fruits and veggies. Though some nice strawberries do sound good right about now. I digress...this post is about a book by Margaret Feinberg that I finished up a few weeks ago. The Organic God. Now, I don't have all that much time to read these days (wonder why?), but I really do love to read. As a child and teen, I was always reading. Most of the time, I was reading 2 or 3 books simultaneously. As a mom of four, however, I don't always carve out the time to read. I'm working on that. But in the meantime, when I do actually read a book, it better be good. Thankfully, this book did not disappoint me. I sped through it in no time, and am now re-visiting some of the concepts that resonated with me the first time around.
Initially, this book is about the journey of discovering who God is...the stripped down, bare bones, "no preservatives added" God. Forget about what you've heard from or observed in imperfect people claiming to have all the answers. Who is God in His most pure and untainted form? The God of Scripture. But it doesn't stop there. This book also speaks to the concept of having an organic relationship with God. Getting rid of the pollutants and fillers of the world, leaving us with a pure and authentic relationship with our Creator God and our Abba Daddy God.
Margaret Feinberg brings perspective from her own journey, weaving Scripture into every aspect. She is real, honest and wise. Not the kind of wise that answers all your questions, but the kind of wise that creates more questions...if that makes any sense. In her own words:
"When I encounter something new that represents everything that is good and true and beautiful, something awakens inside of me. Maybe it's a heart cry for the Creator or maybe it's the Creator's heart cry for me. I do not know, but such encounters remind me that there is so much more to do and experience and know - not just about my world but about my God.
This book is designed to take you on a journey and to illuminate the beauty of God in your life. It asks you to open your eyes to some of the things God has been doing all along that you may have missed or that no one has ever told you about. My hope and prayer is that through this book you'll fall in love with God again for the first time, and that a part of you will come alive as you dance in all the brilliance of His design."
The Organic God is as quick of a read as you want it to be, and I would highly recommend it. The entire book is great. But it's the last line of the book that really hits me: "And the hunger for God lives on." My prayer is that I will always be able to say that of myself...
Initially, this book is about the journey of discovering who God is...the stripped down, bare bones, "no preservatives added" God. Forget about what you've heard from or observed in imperfect people claiming to have all the answers. Who is God in His most pure and untainted form? The God of Scripture. But it doesn't stop there. This book also speaks to the concept of having an organic relationship with God. Getting rid of the pollutants and fillers of the world, leaving us with a pure and authentic relationship with our Creator God and our Abba Daddy God.
Margaret Feinberg brings perspective from her own journey, weaving Scripture into every aspect. She is real, honest and wise. Not the kind of wise that answers all your questions, but the kind of wise that creates more questions...if that makes any sense. In her own words:
"When I encounter something new that represents everything that is good and true and beautiful, something awakens inside of me. Maybe it's a heart cry for the Creator or maybe it's the Creator's heart cry for me. I do not know, but such encounters remind me that there is so much more to do and experience and know - not just about my world but about my God.
This book is designed to take you on a journey and to illuminate the beauty of God in your life. It asks you to open your eyes to some of the things God has been doing all along that you may have missed or that no one has ever told you about. My hope and prayer is that through this book you'll fall in love with God again for the first time, and that a part of you will come alive as you dance in all the brilliance of His design."
The Organic God is as quick of a read as you want it to be, and I would highly recommend it. The entire book is great. But it's the last line of the book that really hits me: "And the hunger for God lives on." My prayer is that I will always be able to say that of myself...
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Christmas Tree Therapy
Well, it wasn't easy. But with a little help from my Banana Nut Bread candle and Casting Crowns Christmas CD, I managed to get enough inspiration to start decorating for Christmas. In addition to the random decor here and there, we have two trees at our house - one is decorated by the entire family with quite the assortment of ornaments, the other belongs to me. It's nothing fancy, but it's mine. In all it's musically-themed glory. And that is the tree I managed to complete this morning.
Historically, putting up and decorating the tree is much more than just the start of the Christmas season. Especially when I'm doing it by myself. It's a time when I think, pray, ponder, dream and reminisce. This morning was no different. I thought back through a number of different seasons, and what was going through my mind as I put up those trees.
Putting up the tree as a child was always a highlight. My parents would get out the box of ornaments, and my two brothers and I would patiently wait for Mom to take out an ornament that was "ours." We would then take great care in picking the perfect spot for our ornament, and then wait for our next turn. Mom and Dad kept all of those ornaments, and gave them to each of us kids when we got married. I'm sure we had our share of bickering and whining, as all kids do, but I have very fond memories of those trees and the family time that accompanied them.
Eleven years ago, I remember coming home from college for semester break. My exams and juries (performance-type exams for private music lessons) were over. I was exhausted physically, mentally and emotionally. My folks were both at work, and I found myself standing in the middle of a very bare looking living room completely alone. So, I decided I would put the tree up. At the time, I was going through an insanely intense process of dealing with some pretty tough stuff - trying to figure out where my worth, my value came from. So, I initially started working on the tree in an effort to distract myself. Much to my amazement, however, as I put up that tree in the peace and quiet, God revealed Himself to me. What followed was an amazing time of reconciliation to my Heavenly Father...and healing. I will never forget that tree.
Then there's the tree we had when Myron and I were expecting our first child, Ashlyn. I was just nearing the end of a very rough first trimester and had essentially been in bed for several months. In fact, I don't actually remember putting the tree up. What I do remember is that it didn't get taken down until well after Valentine's Day. Oddly enough, the needles never dropped until we tried to squeeze that big ole tree through the front door. What a mess. At least the neighbors got a chuckle out of it.
And there are more...years when we had so many extra Christmas programs and parties that I don't think I sat down for more than 5 minutes at a time the entire month of December. Other years when the season was bittersweet due to loss or hurt. And the ones I truly cherish - where we successfully slowed down enough to really focus on the God sized love story that Christmas is.
It absolutely amazes me that no matter how our lives morph, regardless of how many twists and turns, God meets us where we are. He reminds us of His faithfulness in the past and encourages us by renewing His promises for the future. And as I held my annual session of Christmas Tree Therapy this morning, I realize that all of those other trees are part of the equation of who I am today. Though I may have not realized it at the time, God was at work. He still is.
So, what will I remember about this year's tree? Not sure. Maybe the look on my youngest daughter's face when she said to me "Mom, that tree is pretty. I love you in the whole wide world." Maybe my son playing the limbo with the stretched out Christmas lights. I don't know. Maybe this year won't stand out at all 10 years from now. What I do know is that God is the same yesterday, today and forever. I know that He loves me with a desperate love. The same love that He holds for this world of ours day after day, Christmas after Christmas.
I'm really trying to be more focused this year on what Christmas boils down to. Oh, I'll still enjoy the decorating, programs, hosting parties, baking, etc. But I need to get back to the basics. You can find it in God's letter to us...His Word. I love how The Message states it:
John 3:16-18"This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn't go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. Anyone who trusts in him is acquitted; anyone who refuses to trust him has long since been under the death sentence without knowing it. And why? Because of that person's failure to believe in the one-of-a-kind Son of God when introduced to him."
So, it's beginning to look like Christmas at the Branch house. And I'm reminded today to try and savor every single truth-defining moment of it. All thanks to my Christmas Tree Therapy.
Historically, putting up and decorating the tree is much more than just the start of the Christmas season. Especially when I'm doing it by myself. It's a time when I think, pray, ponder, dream and reminisce. This morning was no different. I thought back through a number of different seasons, and what was going through my mind as I put up those trees.
Putting up the tree as a child was always a highlight. My parents would get out the box of ornaments, and my two brothers and I would patiently wait for Mom to take out an ornament that was "ours." We would then take great care in picking the perfect spot for our ornament, and then wait for our next turn. Mom and Dad kept all of those ornaments, and gave them to each of us kids when we got married. I'm sure we had our share of bickering and whining, as all kids do, but I have very fond memories of those trees and the family time that accompanied them.
Eleven years ago, I remember coming home from college for semester break. My exams and juries (performance-type exams for private music lessons) were over. I was exhausted physically, mentally and emotionally. My folks were both at work, and I found myself standing in the middle of a very bare looking living room completely alone. So, I decided I would put the tree up. At the time, I was going through an insanely intense process of dealing with some pretty tough stuff - trying to figure out where my worth, my value came from. So, I initially started working on the tree in an effort to distract myself. Much to my amazement, however, as I put up that tree in the peace and quiet, God revealed Himself to me. What followed was an amazing time of reconciliation to my Heavenly Father...and healing. I will never forget that tree.
Then there's the tree we had when Myron and I were expecting our first child, Ashlyn. I was just nearing the end of a very rough first trimester and had essentially been in bed for several months. In fact, I don't actually remember putting the tree up. What I do remember is that it didn't get taken down until well after Valentine's Day. Oddly enough, the needles never dropped until we tried to squeeze that big ole tree through the front door. What a mess. At least the neighbors got a chuckle out of it.
And there are more...years when we had so many extra Christmas programs and parties that I don't think I sat down for more than 5 minutes at a time the entire month of December. Other years when the season was bittersweet due to loss or hurt. And the ones I truly cherish - where we successfully slowed down enough to really focus on the God sized love story that Christmas is.
It absolutely amazes me that no matter how our lives morph, regardless of how many twists and turns, God meets us where we are. He reminds us of His faithfulness in the past and encourages us by renewing His promises for the future. And as I held my annual session of Christmas Tree Therapy this morning, I realize that all of those other trees are part of the equation of who I am today. Though I may have not realized it at the time, God was at work. He still is.
So, what will I remember about this year's tree? Not sure. Maybe the look on my youngest daughter's face when she said to me "Mom, that tree is pretty. I love you in the whole wide world." Maybe my son playing the limbo with the stretched out Christmas lights. I don't know. Maybe this year won't stand out at all 10 years from now. What I do know is that God is the same yesterday, today and forever. I know that He loves me with a desperate love. The same love that He holds for this world of ours day after day, Christmas after Christmas.
I'm really trying to be more focused this year on what Christmas boils down to. Oh, I'll still enjoy the decorating, programs, hosting parties, baking, etc. But I need to get back to the basics. You can find it in God's letter to us...His Word. I love how The Message states it:
John 3:16-18"This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn't go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. Anyone who trusts in him is acquitted; anyone who refuses to trust him has long since been under the death sentence without knowing it. And why? Because of that person's failure to believe in the one-of-a-kind Son of God when introduced to him."
So, it's beginning to look like Christmas at the Branch house. And I'm reminded today to try and savor every single truth-defining moment of it. All thanks to my Christmas Tree Therapy.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Untitled Hymn
A little over a year ago, I had the privilege of attending a conference in Chicago for folks involved with disability ministry. It was a wonderful time of connection and inspiration. Joni Eareckson Tada, Nick V and around 2 dozen other speakers/teachers shared with us. Now, as amazing as it was to hear their wisdom and experience their passion, the highlight for me was a song sung by a choir.
Now, this wasn't just any choir. It was a choir from a high school in which all the students were affected by disability in some way. As a unified body, they stood on the very large platform and sang their hearts out. Teens with Down Syndrome, Cerebral Palsy, Spina Bifida and a large spectrum of cognitive disabilities. Their sound wasn't perfect, but their smiles and perspective overshadowed any missed notes or words. I will never forget that group of students. They changed me.
Fast forward to today. When I woke up this morning, I had a song stuck in my head. It was a song that I haven't heard or thought of for quite awhile. This is not an uncommon occurrence...but the song in my head was the one that the choir sang last fall. The words pierced my heart, once again, as did the image of those beloved students singing these words. The song itself has been around for awhile...as has the message. But this morning, it was as if it were new again. (click the title to listen)
Untitled Hymn (Come To Jesus)
Weak and wounded sinner
Lost and left to die
O raise your head for Love is passin' by
Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, come to Jesus and live
Now your burden's lifted
And carried far away
And precious blood has washed away the stain
So sing to Jesus, sing to Jesus, sing to Jesus and live
Like a newborn baby
Don't be afraid to crawl
And remember when you walk sometimes we fall
So fall on Jesus, fall on Jesus, fall on Jesus and live
Sometimes the way is lonely
And steep and filled with pain
So if your sky is dark and pours the rain
Then cry to Jesus, dry to Jesus, cry to Jesus and live
O and when the love spills over
And music fills the night
And when you can't contain your joy inside
Then dance for Jesus, dance for Jesus, dance for Jesus and live
And with your final heartbeat
Kiss the world good-bye
Then go in peace and laugh on glory's side
And fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus and live
© 2003 Clumsy Fly Music. All rights Reserved. Words and Music by Chris Rice
You see, no matter what season of life you or I are experiencing right now - whether singing, falling, crying or dancing - it all comes back to the same thing, the same Person. Jesus. I love the line that says "O raise your head for Love is passin' by." And especially now, as we are officially in the Christmas season. It's easy to miss. Easy to become distracted with everything else that's passing by. But to think that Love...Jesus...God Himself is passing by. Today and everyday. Man, I don't want to miss it.
Regardless of which of the above verses may apply to my life at the time: If I want to live, not just survive, but really live, I need Jesus. Nothing else will satisfy. Nothing.
Now, this wasn't just any choir. It was a choir from a high school in which all the students were affected by disability in some way. As a unified body, they stood on the very large platform and sang their hearts out. Teens with Down Syndrome, Cerebral Palsy, Spina Bifida and a large spectrum of cognitive disabilities. Their sound wasn't perfect, but their smiles and perspective overshadowed any missed notes or words. I will never forget that group of students. They changed me.
Fast forward to today. When I woke up this morning, I had a song stuck in my head. It was a song that I haven't heard or thought of for quite awhile. This is not an uncommon occurrence...but the song in my head was the one that the choir sang last fall. The words pierced my heart, once again, as did the image of those beloved students singing these words. The song itself has been around for awhile...as has the message. But this morning, it was as if it were new again. (click the title to listen)
Untitled Hymn (Come To Jesus)
Weak and wounded sinner
Lost and left to die
O raise your head for Love is passin' by
Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, come to Jesus and live
Now your burden's lifted
And carried far away
And precious blood has washed away the stain
So sing to Jesus, sing to Jesus, sing to Jesus and live
Like a newborn baby
Don't be afraid to crawl
And remember when you walk sometimes we fall
So fall on Jesus, fall on Jesus, fall on Jesus and live
Sometimes the way is lonely
And steep and filled with pain
So if your sky is dark and pours the rain
Then cry to Jesus, dry to Jesus, cry to Jesus and live
O and when the love spills over
And music fills the night
And when you can't contain your joy inside
Then dance for Jesus, dance for Jesus, dance for Jesus and live
And with your final heartbeat
Kiss the world good-bye
Then go in peace and laugh on glory's side
And fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus and live
© 2003 Clumsy Fly Music. All rights Reserved. Words and Music by Chris Rice
You see, no matter what season of life you or I are experiencing right now - whether singing, falling, crying or dancing - it all comes back to the same thing, the same Person. Jesus. I love the line that says "O raise your head for Love is passin' by." And especially now, as we are officially in the Christmas season. It's easy to miss. Easy to become distracted with everything else that's passing by. But to think that Love...Jesus...God Himself is passing by. Today and everyday. Man, I don't want to miss it.
Regardless of which of the above verses may apply to my life at the time: If I want to live, not just survive, but really live, I need Jesus. Nothing else will satisfy. Nothing.
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