2. I have known tremendous grace and it makes me want to extend grace to others.
3. I am deeply loved.
Monday, January 13, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Something above, below, beside
1. A roof that doesn't leak -- provides shelter and warmth.
2. These old leather couches -- going on 10 years and haven't failed us yet.
3. Girl on couch. Snuggling and watching Harry Potter.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
3 yellow gifts of fresh mercy
1. I have not enjoyed coaching basketball this season. And I haven't given it my best, if I am honest. But the look on little Peyton's face today after making her shot in the game was somewhere between pride and appreciation. Made me feel as if coaching was worth it.
2. Char, who hates grocery shopping, joined the excursion today and lightened my load.
3. I read thru my journal today. I had forgotten much of the past. So thankful for God's merciful hand that has guided me thus far.
Day 7 :Just a quote
I am still writing. I am just not posting everything. :) I found this quote as I was writing today. It reminded me of this process of allowing my passion to come forth.
"To love at all
is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and
possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must
give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies
and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket of
your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it
will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable,
irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy,
is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe
from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell." -- C.S. Lewis
Thursday, January 9, 2014
A gift held, passed by, sat with
2. Passed by several police officers who didn't pull me over
3. Sitting with my dog. It is good to be loved unconditionally. :)
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Day 3 and 4: Breathe in. Breathe out.
Today's blog is a culmination of the last 24 hours. I started writing my 500 words last night. As you will soon see, it started as a brainstorm of what I was thinking and feeling. I just couldn't find the thread to tie it all together...
There is a wave on the sand. As surely as it rolls it in, it rolls out. I can't stop it. I can only accept and embrace its rhythm. If I focus on the steady flow, it calms me. If I try to stop it, catch it or interfere in anyway, stress and frustration well within me as I chase the impossible.
Playing in the bathtub with a child. That slippery soap that pops out of your hand as soon as you squeeze. And, yet, applying no pressure leaves it lying in your hand.
The Proverbial butterfly that lands on your shoulder when you stop chasing.
I breathe in and breathe out. My mind rests and the words come. Panic blocks thinking. Resting brings insight. Sleepless nights yield unproductive days. A full night's rest sharpens the senses.
So, why do I struggle and stress over things I cannot control? Why do I strive for the impossible? Why do I yearn for those things that require a 12-16 hour day? Why do I stress when I am supposed to rest?
I read a fantastic quote today, "The things that you are passionate about are not random, they are your calling."
(The above was all written before any of what follows actually happened.)
After I put the computer to bed, I messaged my friend, Robin Stanley, on Facebook. She asked me (as I should have known she would), "How can I pray for your heart?" And, so I complained about not being passionate about my work, despite my success and my appreciation for my employer. And, she suggested (as only she could) that perhaps I was working excessively to drown out my heart cries. Yep. I think she might have something there.
She continued to say that perhaps I am a workaholic because, in fact, work has been "my survival" -- or perhaps more accurately, my escape -- for a long time. And, in fact, I am trying to escape the power of the desires that God has placed inside of me. Even more, perhaps I am driven to work out of fear. Whoa. Yep. I think she was handpicked by God, last night, to give me a swift kick in the butt.
None of this means that I am quitting my job and running off to chase my dreams. But, I don't want to be driven by fear. Rather, it is time for me listen to the passions of my heart and use them in concert with my head and God's word. It is time to be intentional about the listening and the waiting.
479 words, 24 hours
There is a wave on the sand. As surely as it rolls it in, it rolls out. I can't stop it. I can only accept and embrace its rhythm. If I focus on the steady flow, it calms me. If I try to stop it, catch it or interfere in anyway, stress and frustration well within me as I chase the impossible.
Playing in the bathtub with a child. That slippery soap that pops out of your hand as soon as you squeeze. And, yet, applying no pressure leaves it lying in your hand.
The Proverbial butterfly that lands on your shoulder when you stop chasing.
I breathe in and breathe out. My mind rests and the words come. Panic blocks thinking. Resting brings insight. Sleepless nights yield unproductive days. A full night's rest sharpens the senses.
So, why do I struggle and stress over things I cannot control? Why do I strive for the impossible? Why do I yearn for those things that require a 12-16 hour day? Why do I stress when I am supposed to rest?
I read a fantastic quote today, "The things that you are passionate about are not random, they are your calling."
(The above was all written before any of what follows actually happened.)
After I put the computer to bed, I messaged my friend, Robin Stanley, on Facebook. She asked me (as I should have known she would), "How can I pray for your heart?" And, so I complained about not being passionate about my work, despite my success and my appreciation for my employer. And, she suggested (as only she could) that perhaps I was working excessively to drown out my heart cries. Yep. I think she might have something there.
She continued to say that perhaps I am a workaholic because, in fact, work has been "my survival" -- or perhaps more accurately, my escape -- for a long time. And, in fact, I am trying to escape the power of the desires that God has placed inside of me. Even more, perhaps I am driven to work out of fear. Whoa. Yep. I think she was handpicked by God, last night, to give me a swift kick in the butt.
None of this means that I am quitting my job and running off to chase my dreams. But, I don't want to be driven by fear. Rather, it is time for me listen to the passions of my heart and use them in concert with my head and God's word. It is time to be intentional about the listening and the waiting.
479 words, 24 hours
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
3 graces from people you love
1. Char insisting, "WE did it!" When "we" completed a Mario level, even though she knows she really did all the work. That kid is growing up. :)
2. Phone call from my mom. She loves me. :)
3. The attentiveness of my husband. Not needy or overbearing, just interested in what is going on with me.
4. Encouragement from a long-time friend.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Day 2: Jon Bowers
Today, my friend, Jon Bowers, is in a Cincinnati hospital starting some seriously intense chemotherapy for kidney cancer that has spread beyond his kidneys. In fact, right now, he is experiencing treatment 2 of 14 for the week. So, as I lift up my friend, Jon, to Jesus and ask for healing and strength, I will tell you just a little bit about him.
I met Jon's wife Nancy through the North American Christian Convention. I started working there as an intern in the summer of 1993. Nancy immediately introduced me to Jon and their three boys, Nathan, Zachary and Andrew. (I think Andrew was all of about 5 at the time, which seriously ages me as he is now married with little ones of his own. Oh my....) And, the entire Bowers family welcomed me into the their home for food (very important in my young life at the time), long walks, parental advice and sibling fun. From day one whether I was joining them for some family fun or being scolded for messing up Nancy's vaccuum marks, I was one of the family.
Jon is an extremely hardworker. A systems analyst for Procter and Gamble, it seemed that Jon would stop working long enough to hang with the family, help the boys with homework -- and as soon as the family went to bed, he was working the rest of the night. I remember Nancy telling me that Jon would be up til the wee hours of the morning, before catching a few hours of sleep and starting all over again. As I find myself with a daughter myself, I think of him often as I have adopted some of his non-sleeping habits. But, when Jon wasn't spending time with his family or working for P&G, he was donating his time to the North American staff, supporting their IT efforts any way possible.
Supporting IT efforts for the North American was no small task. The early 90s brought in windows technology, but the convention office was DOS-based. Yep. You heard me. DOS. Based. The man has a heart of gold and a work ethic like no one I know -- and he showed it every day at the North American HQ.
He also gives countless hours to the church and ministry. Jon truly loves God and God's people. When I lived in Cincinnati, I remember that he worked tirelessly as an elder offering the leadership the church desperately needed. You could see and hear the passion in his joy and frustration with trying to help the church move forward.
He also gives countless hours to the church and ministry. Jon truly loves God and God's people. When I lived in Cincinnati, I remember that he worked tirelessly as an elder offering the leadership the church desperately needed. You could see and hear the passion in his joy and frustration with trying to help the church move forward.
That same passion he surely shares with his family. One of the traits I admire most about Jon is that he has always had high expectations of his kids, but he loves and protects them fiercely. I was the happy recipient of the same "kid treatment" from Jon, even though he isn't nearly old enough to be my dad. He always was ready with some words of wisdom. But, when I got into some stressful situations at the North American he (along with Nancy) were quick to come to my defense.
I haven't talked to the boys in a really long time, but one look at Jon and you can see and hear his deep love for them. I had lunch with Nancy and Jon a few years ago, when I was still living in Florida. They have wintered in Florida for the last several years, and one Sunday they drove over to Orlando. As we were eating, we shared some of the joys and sorrows that the last 15+ years had brought. Just watching Jon share about his kids was delightful. It was fun to see the pride in his eyes.
And, now, several years later, Jon and Nancy have the most beautiful grandchildren. Each one is so fortunate to inherit all of this love and joy and passion for God and His church, and fierce protection over their lives. I certainly am blessed to know Jon and Nancy, and call them family (even though I don't call like I should)!
Today and for the next several days and weeks and months to come, I am praying for my friend, Jon Bowers. I hope you will too. I can't wait to see how God will use this day and every day to count for His glory because of the faith and love and strength that He created in Jon.
742 words, 45 minutes.
I haven't talked to the boys in a really long time, but one look at Jon and you can see and hear his deep love for them. I had lunch with Nancy and Jon a few years ago, when I was still living in Florida. They have wintered in Florida for the last several years, and one Sunday they drove over to Orlando. As we were eating, we shared some of the joys and sorrows that the last 15+ years had brought. Just watching Jon share about his kids was delightful. It was fun to see the pride in his eyes.
And, now, several years later, Jon and Nancy have the most beautiful grandchildren. Each one is so fortunate to inherit all of this love and joy and passion for God and His church, and fierce protection over their lives. I certainly am blessed to know Jon and Nancy, and call them family (even though I don't call like I should)!
Today and for the next several days and weeks and months to come, I am praying for my friend, Jon Bowers. I hope you will too. I can't wait to see how God will use this day and every day to count for His glory because of the faith and love and strength that He created in Jon.
742 words, 45 minutes.
One thing in your bag, your fridge, your heart
1. Tools that are more than adequate to do my job.
2. Nutrition.
3. Jesus!
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Day 1: Getting started (again)
I have had the urge to really write again for awhile. I recognize that not only my grammar and spelling have fallen far off the mark -- but even my thought processes seem to have faltered. So, I am taking the 500-word, 31-day challenge for no other reason than I need a reason to just practice.
And, who knows, maybe this 31-day challenge turns into an every day sort of thing, but the truth is I need the discipline. The next discipline I need to tackle is goal setting -- and with that some time management.
Last year was quite a year. Without any real goals set, we grew closer as a family and we found a church. I wore myself out working and working out. I managed to lose 20 lbs, although it seems like it should have been more for as hard as tried. But, I will take the 20 all the same.
2014 I want more. I want to keep the growth we've made as a family. I want to lose another 20 lbs, but would take more if my body will allow it. I would like to find some friends that live closer. I would like to work smarter -- I don't think I can work any harder. I would like to work out again. I love my gym, but work has so taken over my life in the last few months, that I never seem to have time. Or, when I have the time, my body needs to rest more than it needs to work.
Bottomline, I really just want to be more intentional with my time. I want my God and my family to come long before work. And, yet, I am driven to do well at work, and I feel that I need to honor my abilities there also. Did I mention I would like to go back to school and finish my masters -- and take
one more year to entertain having a child of my own? My plate is filling fast...
I guess I really need to prioritize a bit. :) Okay, maybe I need to prioritize a lot.
Word count: 358. 142 words to go, less now, I guess. Yikes. This writing exercise makes me feel like I am in my first master's class, writing my first research paper and constantly checking the word count to see how much farther I have to go.
Today is the beginning. The beginning of challenge. The beginning of change. While it is all I can do to squeak out these last few words. At least I am squeaking. And, tomorrow, when I am at the gym for the first time in 3 months. I will be slowly doing burpees and jumping rope, so I don't pass out from exhaustion before my 30 minutes is over. But, at least I am jumping. It's a start.
And, who knows, maybe this 31-day challenge turns into an every day sort of thing, but the truth is I need the discipline. The next discipline I need to tackle is goal setting -- and with that some time management.
Last year was quite a year. Without any real goals set, we grew closer as a family and we found a church. I wore myself out working and working out. I managed to lose 20 lbs, although it seems like it should have been more for as hard as tried. But, I will take the 20 all the same.
2014 I want more. I want to keep the growth we've made as a family. I want to lose another 20 lbs, but would take more if my body will allow it. I would like to find some friends that live closer. I would like to work smarter -- I don't think I can work any harder. I would like to work out again. I love my gym, but work has so taken over my life in the last few months, that I never seem to have time. Or, when I have the time, my body needs to rest more than it needs to work.
Bottomline, I really just want to be more intentional with my time. I want my God and my family to come long before work. And, yet, I am driven to do well at work, and I feel that I need to honor my abilities there also. Did I mention I would like to go back to school and finish my masters -- and take
one more year to entertain having a child of my own? My plate is filling fast...
I guess I really need to prioritize a bit. :) Okay, maybe I need to prioritize a lot.
Word count: 358. 142 words to go, less now, I guess. Yikes. This writing exercise makes me feel like I am in my first master's class, writing my first research paper and constantly checking the word count to see how much farther I have to go.
Today is the beginning. The beginning of challenge. The beginning of change. While it is all I can do to squeak out these last few words. At least I am squeaking. And, tomorrow, when I am at the gym for the first time in 3 months. I will be slowly doing burpees and jumping rope, so I don't pass out from exhaustion before my 30 minutes is over. But, at least I am jumping. It's a start.
Something you're reading, making, seeing
1. The Greatest Gift. We are not only behind, but since Char is at her mom's half the time, we are way behind! It will probably be Easter before we finish, but we are enjoying the book as a family -- such a blessing!
2. Chuck roast for beef sandwiches to enjoy with the Packer game this afternoon.
3. The tree is down and the living room "back to normal". Thankful for a new year, a new page, a clean slate.
Saturday, January 4, 2014
A gift old, new, blue
1. The weather in Wisconsin gets old in the winter time. But the bitter cold forces us to slow down when life gets hectic and makes us appreciate summer all the more.
2. My wedding band. :) I have a beautiful engagement ring that has been enough for me. But it was Mark who wanted to be sure the wedding band was in place. Picked it out 1/4/13. It was sized perfectly. Wore it home. Thankful for the love Mark and I share and the partnership the ring represents.
3. Char's favorite color. I have never been a blue fan, but somehow the color has invaded the home that was once mine and is now ours. :)
Friday, January 3, 2014
3 graces you overheard
1. Manager to subordinate: "my job is to help you develop yourself and your team." Grateful to work at The Home Depot.
2. Associate in awe regarding a new manager: "He (the manager) wants to know what I think!"
3. Char regarding Christmas, "After opening presents, the best part of Christmas at Dad's was spending time with Grandmommy and Papa (my mom and dad)" Thankful for the love shared between them.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Gift outside, inside, on a plate
1. Snow plows that work round the clock to keep everyone safe.
2. Working from home on a snowy day.
3. Dinner I didn't have to make.
3 gifts heard
1. "Happy New Year!" Grateful for a blessed 2013 and looking forward to 2014.
2. Silence. Beautiful falling snow insulating our typically busy street from surrounding noise.
3. Phone call from my sis.
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