Child's Eyes

I had a friend talk to me about her feelings of unworthiness.  She was being offered a particular blessing and the thoughts that the enemy kept throwing at her was that she was not good enough...that she didn't deserve the blessing...that this goodness was too much for her.

Lies, Lies, Lies.

That day coming home from work I started to pray for her and I paused to think about what I should pray...should I pray that she feels "good enough?"  Should I pray that she knows how great she is? Should I pray that her feelings of unworthiness go away?

As I was thinking about these particular ideas I realized that I was coming at this from the total wrong angle.

A blessing from God is not about whether or not we are good enough.  It has nothing to do with our worth or our performance or our abilities.  She isn't good enough.  I'm not good enough.  And neither are you.  And that's actually a beautiful thing.  We are blessed because of God's goodness and kindness.  We don't earn it.  We receive it.  OH Such beautiful, freeing grace.

And so I prayed that she would receive his blessing like a child.  As a gift.  Simply thankful to have been chosen for the blessing.

And with this knowledge, worship is the only natural response.  Worship of the one who loves us, redeems us, and blesses us JUST as we are.
...And then starts the beautiful work of making us more like Jesus.  Sanctification.

May we receive his goodness in this way.  Not tied to actions, or our past, or our present, or the labels we like to give ourselves...

but simply because of who HE, is.

"Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows."  - James 1:17

Full House

So I'm at my dining room table. It's 8:57, but it feels kinda like midnight because of the time change. As I sit here, I have a sweet college gal from Japan doing homework at the table next to me...and I have 2 college gals from Mexico upstairs laughing and being silly. I feel like I'm running a college dormitory. I guess I kind of am running a college dormitory. Karen, Elli, Ai and I have been a little international family here on Bellecrest this month. And my house is full.

It's full of laughter and meals and stories and homework. It's full of language lessons and talking about our backgrounds and cultures. It's intriguing. It is joy. And what I continue to learn in life: Everyone has a story. Everyone.
The other evening I went to bed early and I could hear such laughing outside my door...and I just had to smile.

I am made for full. Fullness suits me. I function better in it, produce optimally in it, thrive more in it. I love cooking for a crew. I love sitting down to a meal with many around the table. I will never be that person that just retreats from everyone and goes off to live alone. It's not good for me. Together is better.

I was a little worried about sharing the bathroom with 2 other people this month.  (And I literally had to go pee in my backyard once last week).  But now... I'm sad thinking about being the only one using the bathroom next month.  I'd rather pee in the yard.
Yep - Sharing is better.

One thing do I know.  God has more up his sleeve. When Karen and Ellie leave this weekend he will bring more fullness...He always does. New adventures will come. And I will be eagerly waiting for their unveiling.

Sharing. It is good and beautiful. It is life as God meant it.

Suddenly Bold

I've been reading and listening to the story of Peter walking with Jesus on the water.  I've heard this story many times, but lately, one phrase has stuck out to me.

Peter, suddenly bold, ...

I've realized that many of the fears that threaten to take me down in life involve the fear that at some point in the future, I won't have enough.  It's not about this day.  It's about what's in front of me.  And for me, it's almost always about not having enough of what I need to make a decision that I'll need to make...whatever that decision might be.
I fear having a scarcity of resolve, direction, peace, knowledge, trust.  I'm scared that I'll be looming out there needing to make a choice and I won't have what it takes...or that I WILL make a decision....and it'll be the wrong one....and I'll live the rest of my life in utter regret over my dreadful decisions. Wow. So crazy.

I was talking with a friend who is currently not with her children because she's in an addiction recovery program getting clean.  She confided in me that she fears she won't have what it takes to raise her kids when she gets them back.  She worries that she'll go back to heroin and won't be able to do it.

My response to her was that I believe she will have WHAT she needs WHEN she needs it.
And that is not today.

How easy it is to believe this for someone else...
I should speak those same words to myself.

Maybe that's why when I read the story of Peter, the words "suddenly bold" pop off the page to me. Peter may not have had boldness when Jesus was still up on the mountain praying.  He may not have had any idea that he was going to do something of courage - that he might get out of the boat in order to walk on water.
BUT...Peter did have what he needed to choose to walk on the water with Jesus, WHEN he needed it. When it was time to take courage and get out of that boat, he was overcome with boldness... suddenly.

And perhaps critical to the story is that Peter was already living a life of bravery and risk-taking before the storm where he chose to be brave once again.  He had already proven his ability to take risks by leaving his old life to follow Jesus.

May we believe the same will happen to us.  As we abide in Jesus, as we choose a similar lifestyle of living each day with courage in the exact places where we are...may we throw off any thoughts that we won't have what it takes at some point in the future.

Instead I choose to believe that because of Jesus, when the the time comes to be bold I will have what it takes to be bold. And you will too.

And then by his power...we will get out of the boat.

Tucker James

From a while back:

Springtime isn't the same without my sweet buddy.  

I've been going on morning walks in the park by my house these days, and it's just peaceful and glorious.  I sometimes imagine that I'm Ciara Knightly walking through the dewey grass in the English countryside towards Mr. Darcy... (gosh I love that movie)...
but then I remember I am wearing sweatpants, my hair is disastrous, and I haven't washed my face or brushed my teeth yet...and I realize it's not at all that glamorous...
...and I am not Ciara Knightly.
I am just walking - walking in the peaceful morning under the weeping cherry trees gathering my wits about me and praying to my God.

The other morning as I was hiking in the woods, my thoughts went to Tucker, my chocolate lab.  Oh how I miss that boy. He was with me through the great and the good and the bad and the sad - my sidekick and faithful companion.  I hiked with him, ran errands with him, snuggled with him, cried with him - I lived my life with this sweet boy of mine.  Right after Jason died, I remember getting beside him in the yard, petting him, and with tears saying, "It's just you and me now..."

And the reality of being single is that I have spent more time with Tucker than I have any one human on this planet these last 12 years.

That's a lot of time.

I miss having him greet me at the door.  I miss having him lick my leg, arm, face - those sweet Tucker kisses.  I miss throwing balls incessantly.  I miss watching him try to carry massive trees through the woods...watching him jump off docks...throwing sticks to him as he swims.  I miss seeing his face out of the window of the truck with his mouth, eyes, and ears flapping in the wind...excited for the destination and honestly just happy for being on the journey with me.  Years ago - during a season of anxiety when I didn't know which way was up, or down, or who I even was anymore, I remember clinging to him for dear life because I just needed something living to hang on to.
Tucker brought such peace, joy and laughter.

He was a fighter - not unlike me...and boy did he fight until the very end.  I continued to be shocked by how long he hung on...and a part of me thinks it was because he didn't want to leave me.  I became his caretaker - who he depended on for everything...to get up, to eat, to go outside.  It was long.  It was so hard.  It was utterly exhausting.  And I would do it ALL over again for my sweet boy...because I loved him that much.
I would lay on the floor with him, hugging him and crying - telling him it was ok to go...that I would be ok.  Oh the brutal end - it pains me to this day. There are no adequate words.

We had such great times - Tucker and me.

Run freely, my sweet boy.  Run up that hill with Jason.  Chase a ball and all the sticks your heart desires.

You were a sweet blessing from above and you made your mama's life so much better and happier.

The birds

Sometimes I can get so lost in my thoughts.  They meander around and around until I don't know which way is up and which way is down.  I must figure, decide, determine, know, understand, regard. It is exhausting.  It is life-sapping.  It diverts me from purpose, action, and movement....
...and it takes me from the now that is in front of me.

This morning was one of those mornings.  I sat mulling over thoughts and decisions and directions in life...and as I did I became more and more panicked and confused...and in that I realized something....

I don't want my thoughts.
I don't want my figurings...

I want HIS thoughts.

It says in Isaiah 55:8-9, "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the Lord.  "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts."

His thoughts are higher.
His ways are higher.
So why in the world would I want my own?

From the couch on my back porch I watched the birds... flying and chirping, swooping and chasing each other...
and I remember my God's words in Matthew 6, "Look a the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not much more valuable than they?  Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?"

...and several verses later (vs. 34), "Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own."

I especially like how that last section is worded in the Message, "Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow.  God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes."

The birds are giving their entire attention to what's going on right now, in this exact moment.

May I do the same - and live freely.

Goodness

I cannot escape the Lord's goodness.  No matter how bad my life seems or how blind I am to his blessings.  It is there and it chases me down....raining blessing over me again and again and again.

HE IS GOOD.

He is good.  He is. The longer I walk in this life of faith - the longer I follow Jesus - the more I see it. I'm certain it's been there all the time, but I notice it more now.  I see it clearly.  I recognize his good and I call it out - bringing it into the spoken world.
I tell others.  I beam about what He is doing.  I am annoying for sure as I can't stop telling of his blessings to me.

But I am only given my life, this life, and I must tell others of what He is doing.

It's how I combat the evil one.
It's how I tear down his lies to me - his ugly lies that says God is "holding out on me" or has "forgotten me".

I am not forgotten.

God is not holding out on me.

He is pouring his abundant blessings over me...day in and day out.

And guess what?  You are not forgotten.  He's pouring his blessings over you too.

Clay

I am Clay.

Clay does not mold itself.

Clay does not tell the Potter how to shape it.

Clay does not reshape itself into what it wants.

Clay doesn't even know what it should become.

What DOES clay do?  What is the role of the clay?

The purpose of clay is to submit.  The purpose of clay is to be soft, moldable, and easy to shape. THAT is it.

It's such a passive purpose.  And I am not prone to passivity.

What does this mean for my life?

I think it means that the main, best, and perhaps most fruit producing activity on my part is to surrender.  To cultivate humility.  To grow in deep, deep trust.  Trust that what the Potter wants to make from this lump that is my life is more beautiful than anything I can shape...and more purposeful in His kingdom than anything I could craft.
That HIS design for my life turns me into exactly who he wants me to be - the truest, most beautiful version of myself - all I am made, designed and purposed to be...

...and all from a love that is beyond anything I can imagine.  From the One who is the source of ALL love.  The very one who says he IS love.

And what do I have to do?

...simply lay down the tools.

                            “Yet you, Lord, are our Father.  We are the clay, you are the potter;
                                                                     we are all the work of your hand.”               - Isaiah 64:8