Writing

  • Majesty

    In the new Churchill movie, I thought it was so poignant how Churchill was close to giving up and then the king came to visit him. And when the king gave his support, Churchill sprang back to life and was emboldened to face down all opposition.

    Reminded me of David and Goliath. David knew his God, King of kings. And what David knew about God gave him strength, boldness, and courage to face overwhelming odds in the natural sense. Along with loads of discouragement.

    When we are in our own Darkest Hours, thankfully we don’t have to wait for a visit from a king. We can cry out even now for The King of kings. Just like David.

    “For the eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show Himself strong on behalf of those whose heart is loyal to Him.”

    God + you = the majority. No matter what or who is coming against you. Faith is theory until it is tested.

  • Required

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    I took this picture in Maryland. It represents what life on social media looks like. Real life is more like an untamed forest.

    I saw a different patch of wild trees but wasn’t able to capture a picture. There was evidence of new life sprouting up from the ground. Almost hidden. Overshadowed by the established growth.

    Reminded me that sometimes we plant seeds in our lives and it takes a long, long, very long time to see any measurable progress. Much less, for the old to be replaced by the new.

    Sometimes we give up before we see results. Sometimes it looks like we’ll never achieve momentum. Technology trains us to be impatient, to resist hard work and pain.

    What is a pregnancy but nine months of labor? But women beg for that opportunity. Because of the payoff at the end. Such are many things in life.

    Reminded that sometimes the forest of our life can seem to be on fire, everything being burned to the ground. What initially looks like a catastrophe might be necessary and a blessing in disguise. Required for regeneration.

    We can hold onto our identity as beloved children of God during times when all that appeared to have defined us is being stripped away.

  • Decisions

    Stayed in bed until 5pm today. My body demanded the rest. This crazy past week. And lots of decisions. Am I supposed to settle down? Am I supposed to risk everything for growth? Should I focus on one thing? Can I do it all? Only have this moment. I’m finally free and it feels a bit terrifying. Responsibility for my choices. Not just “destiny”. What to do, what to do… Lots of questions. Risk either way. Always an opportunity cost. Finally not paralyzed by fear of failure. No safety. Only strength. But I’d like to make some progress. A definite fork in the road. Turning a corner. At least I know I’m loved either way. Makes me dream big and have more courage. Here’s to 2018 being another adventure.

  • Metanoia

    I used to think I had to change God’s mind about me. Now I think God is trying to change my mind about Him.2018-01-04 23.31.51

  • Dry Time

    Yesterday was so crazy. Started off in the dark with being iced in. Not trusting God had me sleeping only three hours. Thankfully my host let me stay at her place while she went to work. Able to sleep two more hours. Until the fire alarm went off. My greatest fear in all this cold weather. Had to throw on my shoes and coat and grab my keys and the dog. Dropped my glasses and the leash fell off dog while in the hallway trying to run outside. Dog didn’t run away. No fire.

    Weather warmed up so that the ice melted. Took the leisurely route to the airport. More than four times barely made it to a restroom after drinking too much and not knowing where any facilities were. No access roads in this part of the country. But no accidents.

    Made it to the airport. Didn’t know where to find my terminal, ticket counter, security, or gate. Very nice helpful people pointed the way. Problems checking in on my phone. Thankfully the kiosk let me check in.

    Had time to eat Chipotle – my favorite – and surprisingly not overpriced at the airport.

    Phone battery low. Able to find an outlet to recharge.

    Last few people to board plane. Nice flight attendants. Let me switch seats to have more room. Even at back of plane.

    Ended up having to deplane. At least they found the problem on the ground.

    Second to last passenger off the plane. Line of around 100 people at counter waiting to speak to flight attendants to rebook and get vouchers. I chilled out, took a seat, and called my brother and texted friends. Was expecting to be last in line. Went to check to make sure they’d take my luggage off the plane for the night. Flight attendant very nice. Let me skip half the line and printed out my vouchers, including food for lunch and dinner.

    She found my luggage in the system even though I couldn’t find my luggage claim ticket. Wasn’t sure if my luggage would be at baggage claim since she requested it without my ticket. Ended up being 2nd off carousel. Able to have access to my toiletries and clothes.

    Went to use voucher and asked how much a food item was. Lady at register didn’t know how to take the item off the ticket so she just gave it to me for a reduced price – $2 off. Another vendor wouldn’t take my breakfast voucher so I went back and bought water from the first vendor. They accepted my voucher.

    Called for the hotel shuttle. Nice guy directed me to find it. Too many people on the shuttle. Last one on. Got to sit up front with driver instead of on someone’s lap. Last in, first out. Ended up being third in line at the hotel front desk. Already had everything ready. Up to the room in less than five minutes.

    Ended up having an extra clean shirt. Washed my underwear out for today. Never did that before. Hung it out to dry in front of the heating unit. Not sure it would dry in time. Able to fall asleep. Woken up at 2am. Thank God. Time to flip my undergarments over so the other side could dry.

    And posted this feeling so grateful. Seriously. Just that God loves little ol me enough to wake me up so I can flip my undergarments over so they will have enough time to dry for the flight home.

    Amazes me. Leaves me feeling so full of love. I’m a little speck, not even visible from a plane in flight, much less the farthest edge of the universe as we can map it. And yet so loved by my Creator. In addition to all His masterful provision. All His protection. All the other sweet kisses of grace and mercy throughout the day, this trip, my life.

    Overwhelmed with love. Reminded that if He cares even about waking me up so my clothes can fully dry then He has this job situation figured out. Along with all the other hundred concerns I have. Be still my soul. It is well. I am loved. ☝💙💞

  • Cold Comfort

    Amazing. The last day I’m in the Northeast and the temperature increases 30 degrees. And because it was so cold, now I’m outside like it’s Spring with no jacket in 46 degree weather. So crazy. Yet if I stayed in this weather without a jacket, eventually my body would adjust and the cold would register.

    Reminded me how in life sometimes we can trip onto finding some relief from harsh circumstances. We throw caution to the wind, as the saying goes, and embrace the most comfort we’ve ever known. The least amount of protection we’ve ever needed.

    Then the bitter pain of reality slowly sinks in. Our brain might not catch up as quickly as the feelings inside us. Disappointment. As what we thought was our destination proves to be just a stepping stone. Unsure what the future holds. Temptation to get discouraged and feel hopeless.

    But it’s not the end. Remember the Israelites as they exited Egypt. So confused. Feeling lost. Neither here or there. Overwhelmed by the unknown. Looking for comfort. Relief. Desires fulfilled. Something to hold onto.

    My prayer: that we will cry out to The Father that wants more for us than we can even dream of. That we won’t settle for going back to Egypt or camping right outside our Promised Lands. That we will be like Joshua and Caleb. That the love of our Father will give us the courage of David against Goliath. The confidence of Daniel in the lion’s den.

    My God is so big and mighty. There is nothing my God cannot do!

    #nevergiveup #newlife2018

  • What Do You Know?

    I’m the person who is mildly annoyed with having so many options to choose from in the toilet paper aisle at the grocery store. 😄 So it’s a bit unsettling to have so many options available when attempting to plan my life for 2018 without knowing where I will be working. First world problems; blessed to have them. But, problems nonetheless.
    Some know how I used to rely so much on “signs” and trying to muster up “great faith” as ways to feel some measure of control over the future. After learning the hard way over and over, I think I’m finally leaving the miracles up to God’s discretion. And quit thinking I can foretell the future. How many times has He shown me His ways and thoughts are higher than mine? Thankfully.
    There’s a tricky balance because I still believe He can do anything. And I still believe there are desires in our hearts that might be seeds of something greater. But I’m leaving behind what I now call the witchcraft. Just going to make practical decisions based on wisdom. Do my best and trust God with the rest. Living loved, but not lazy or crazy.
    Probably a lot of people don’t agree with me. Especially those that are religious. I myself have run the whole gamut from name-it-and-claim-it to feeeeeeling like I’ve been “called” to do such-and-such or feeeeeeeling like I know what God is saying. Not so sure anymore. When I’m passionate about something, I throw my whole self into it. So I think I’ve sufficiently humiliated (and hopefully humbled) myself enough trying to go down that path over and over in the past to have learned a few things.
    Haven’t lost my belief in God at all. Just putting extremely little faith in my ability to discern what He is thinking or doing beyond what He’s already told and shown us. Approaching God and life more like a child now. Doing my best to stumble along in limited understanding. Trusting that is somehow enough because I’m His kid and He loves me. Long before I knew or loved Him.
    That being said, I’m ok with being corrected if I’m wrong. Enjoying newfound freedom from the taskmaster of perfectionism. For once in my life. Failure is not the end of me. Failure is not an indication of my value. Failure is at least an indication that I had the courage to live, to put myself out there. Failure is hopefully a growing opportunity. Learn from it, recalibrate, try again, and never give up.