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God Gives Good Gifts

If you’ve been around Christian circles long enough, you’ve probably heard the phrase, “God gives good gifts,” and I certainly would agree with that! But I think our perception of a gift is often based on our cultural norms: a beautifully wrapped package, often a bow on top, inviting and enticing!

What about when you get a gift that looks like this? Do you still think God gives good gifts?

good gifts

Some gifts don’t come packaged beautifully. They lack the gorgeous wrapping, the bow, the sparkly tissue paper, or the overall presentation of beauty. They are not what we might consider “a gift” but rather, “something we got handed.”

Recently, I was handed “a gift” that looked more like the rock in the picture above. Anyone who knew about this “gift” would probably agree that, in the world of gifts, this was a dud, a rock.

So many times in life, there are no solid answers, except for, “But God….”

God can come into any situation and transform the dull, the ordinary, the “are you sure this is really a gift?” into something beautiful.

But - it takes work.

Sometimes the things that God wants to do in our lives can be painful. They may seem to stretch us to our limit to where we almost snap. Or they may cause us to feel hard-pressed, almost to the point of almost cracking. We may feel that our very soul is being chipped away at, bit by bit.

But, oh, sweet soul -

But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. - II Corinthians 4:7-9

We don’t go through tough times simply because God has it out for us, or because He wants to see us struggle. No, He always has our best at heart.

That’s the difference between our limited perspective and His infinite perspective: He can see what we cannot. He knows why we need to go through the rough times - the pressing, the stretching, the chipping away.

That “gift” that we were handed, the one that really looks more like a rock…have you ever seen a geode? The picture above is the exterior of a geode. By only looking at the outside, we can pretty safely assume that it’s just a rock. Nothing special.

But when someone takes time to open up a geode, the ordinary-looking, dull, boring “gift” - well, the inside is just amazing!

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Remember - what God does, He does well. The next time you’re given a gift that looks ordinary, or dull, or even ugly, take some time and consider that gift. Ask God what He wants you to do with that gift, and what His will is in giving you that gift.

You may even feel that your own life is nothing exciting - just dull, ordinary, not beautiful. But remember, God’s working on your heart - on those parts of you that He can shape and mold into something beautiful for His use.

But he knows the way that I take; when he has tested me, I will come forth as gold. - Job 23:10

 

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Finding My Voice

How do you process life? How do you take what has happened to you and transition it from an event that occurred, to a milestone of the heart? For me, it’s through writing. At least, at this point in my life. I suppose that makes me a writer.

Lately, though, my posts here have been very infrequent. Why? Because just after I posted this (one of my all-time favorite posts), I had a real-life experience with brokenness. The things that happened found me stuck, very stuck, in terms of trying to find my voice again.

I spent the days trying to keep life normal, and the nights trying to catch up.

I wanted words to come, words that I could share with you to encourage you and to hide behind. But the words would not come.

And so I took the advice that I would give to any of you - I sat with my feelings. The good, the bad, and the ugly.

I still sit with my feelings.

I trust that God will do something with what sometimes feels like a jumbled mess inside my heart.

I know He will.

How do I know? Because He already is doing something! I’m not sure what, but I know He’s at work.

And so I’m writing tonight - not so much for you, but for myself. I’m getting words on paper (well, sorta!) and I’m working on the things that go along with my writing here (photo editing, general editing, paragraph formation, and using my own voice). I am letting the words out of my heart, and I am not so concerned with much in the way of editing them tonight.

What does my voice sound like?

I hope that it is full of love and encouragement.
I trust that my voice is full of hope.
I want my voice to be one that encourages you to share your story.
As a mother, I want my voice to instill worth and value,
dignity and morality.
I pray that my voice inspires you to see past me, and to see Jesus.

But having temporarily lost my voice, and now struggling to get it back, my voice feels shaky. My voice feels quiet. And I don’t feel brave to attempt my writing too often.

That’s why I’m writing tonight, though - because sometimes we have to push through the fear, through the uncertainty, through the doubt and try again.

And so I am going back to what I know - to the One I know - and I want to tell you, despite the muck and mire of where I’ve been, that -

God is faithful,
Jesus still saves,
the Holy Spirit still provides comfort,
the body of Christ is a sure support,
family are forever,
friends still provide meals,
Love still wins,
and
God never fails.

Tonight? That’s my voice - hopefully full of hope and reminders of God’s goodness in all aspects of our lives. God is always at work, but we can’t always see what He is doing. It’s not for us to see it all. (After all, He is God; we are not.) But it is for us to trust!

And tonight, I want to leave you with one of my favorite passages - I pray that it blesses you as much as it does me. A friend and I were discussing this passage recently. Take your time as you read through this probably-familiar passage. Let it sink into your heart, and ask God to make it even more meaningful.

For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.
Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.
-Ephesians 3:14-21

Thank you for walking with me tonight as I push through to get my voice back. It’s definitely coming back, and I’m following what I believe God has for me and for us here.

Much love to you, dear friends!

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A Glimpse

just a glimpseWalking this road isn’t always easy. Many times people will see us for just a brief amount of time, and all looks well. When you get just a glimpse into someone’s life, you have to remember that it’s just that - a glimpse - and that reality may actually be very different.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year - Thanksgiving is just around the corner, followed by all the festivities of Christmas. And yet, today, November 19th, our tree is already up and decorated. Why?

Because a glimpse into our lives will tell you that all seems to be going well. It is. But when you dig just a little deeper, if you look for just a little longer than a glimpse, you’ll see that we will hardly be home in December to enjoy the festivities and trim the tree, and have a “normal” Christmas season.

Why? Because life still goes on. Because when we have 14 school days in December, and we have to be at therapy for 13 of them, in addition to our regular schedules, that doesn’t leave much time for extras like trimming the tree.

One of the things I work so hard at, is trying to keep life “normal” for our family despite whatever our therapy schedule looks like.

How do you keep life normal, though, when “normal” seems anything but?

I don’t know. I don’t think that version of “normal” actually exists for our family anymore.

And that’s okay - please know that! (Because our new version of normal? It’s pretty awesome most of the time!)

But this parenting journey - this one that we’re on? Today, it seems impossible.

Today? Today, I see that I still have Christmas shopping to do. And I will have to go grocery shopping. My kids want to do some Christmas baking, and they’re going to want to see the Christmas lights around town and even down in the city. They’ll ask for extra time to watch Christmas movies. And they’ll ask for some of our other fun traditions.

Me? I’ll juggle the return of phone calls and emails in the therapy waiting room. And I’ll juggle schedules and I’ll probably mess things up - at least once. But, I’ll be thankful that people don’t count my mistakes. I’ll be grateful for the effort that everyone is contributing to help make this work out for us.

If you take a glimpse into our lives, you may find us frazzled at any given point. I can’t begin to tell you the toll that this takes on our family each time we prepare for these 10-day intensives. But to add on the re-evaluations and some additional things that have popped up? Really makes me want to just stop and hide out for December.

But that’s just a glimpse. It’s not the whole picture. How can it be the whole picture?

This morning I woke up to a post from a new friend, called “Looking for One More“. (Go read it - really, go. I’ll wait!)

She has a quote in her post from John Piper, and it says, “God is always doing 10,000 things in your life, and you may be aware of three of them.” The overall theme of the post is to look for one more - just one more - thing that God is doing.

It’s a perfect reminder for me - to realize that, in this hard time, God is doing so many things around me. I must look for one more. Just one more!

The thing is - when you look for just one more thing that God is doing, you see it. And then another. And then another.

Until you almost can’t help but to see God in everything that is going around.

And when you see God at work in so many different things, you realize something.

Come close; listen intently.

You realize that you’ve only had a glimpse - just a glimpse - of God’s goodness.

And…

It leaves you wanting more.

God's goodness

So, friends, whatever life is throwing at you, will you look, like my friend, Tresta, shares, for just one more good thing? Remember that what we see, in our own lives, in others, in the world around us, is a glimpse - just a momentary glimpse - into the reality of our lives.

When life is storming, and you’re not sure which way is up, will you close your eyes, open your heart, and remember that God loves you?

And then look around, find God at work in the small things - and the big things - and remember that you’ve had just a glimpse of what God is doing!

Friends, God loves us, and life can be big and scary and overwhelming.

But if Tresta can remind me to look for one more thing, and I can remind you to look for one more thing, and you can remind your friend to look for one more thing, think how much joy we can carry in our hearts!

And the joy that comes from looking for one more thing? Yup, you guessed it - it’s just a glimpse of the joy that we can have with Jesus!

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
- II Corinthians 4:18 NIV

 

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I Took the Long Way Home Today

I probably could have been home twenty minutes earlier if I had kept up with traffic, and taken the shorter route home. I took the long way home today, though. Things have been a little up in the air for me lately, but that’s not why I drove more slowly and took turns that would make our trip longer.

Today I wanted to get home. I had things I wanted to do after my son’s two hours of therapy and then an hour drive home. As a parent, though, it’s not always about me.

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My 3rd grader has to read several novels this year. Honestly, this is one of the hardest parts of our schooling venture as reading comprehension is such a struggle for him. His list of novels includes some that I knew would be a little too easy, and some that would definitely be too hard.

He chose Johnny Tremain as one of his novels to read. It is such a great piece of literature and really makes the Boston Tea Party and the Revolutionary War era come alive for young minds!

However, I knew, going into it, that this book would be one that was much too hard for him, in terms of comprehension. He seemed determined, though, even if he could only read 1 or 2 pages at a time. We had the novel list over the summer, and he actually started this book in August.

322 pages of Revolutionary War era historical fiction - it doesn’t get much better for a young boy who loves to study about wars, guns, the effects on culture and economy, and so forth. However, at only 1-2 pages at a time? This book was bordering on torture for me - constant reminders to please read a few more pages.

“Try to finish a section,” I begged, “and maybe even a whole chapter!”

Only to be met with, “No possible way! This book is too hard for me to read too much of at one time.”

GREAT realization of his own needs, if I do say so myself! But, it did not bode well for finishing a 322-page book. (And yes, I do know I’ve already mentioned that the book has 322 pages. It just seems to bear repeating.)

When we were getting ready to go to therapy today, I asked him to take his book and work on getting it done. He was on page 288, so I was moderately hopeful! After eating some lunch, he had a little while to read, and read the 12 pages to get to page 300.

He read 12 pages on the drive to therapy. That meant 22 pages to read on the way home. I wasn’t hopeful.

And then we started driving. He’d give me little progress reports. He’d peek out from behind the seat and say, “Page 304!” Or he’d comment about what was happening on page 307. As we sat in a little traffic, I realized we could maybe - just maybe - get this book finished…if…I took the long way home today.

And so I slowed down. I didn’t keep pace with people in the left or middle lane. Rather I slowed down to the speed of people in the slow lane. (Around here, that’s the lane where people *only* drive about 5 miles per hour *over* the speed limit. Not really “the slow lane”; I realize that.)

As it worked, there was an accident on a separate road and so it took longer to get to our exit, and I chose to view that as a blessing (in order to give him more time with his book) rather than to be frustrated that the drive home was taking even longer.

As we got closer to our neighborhood, I made the choice to stay on the main road rather than take a short cut. I had to chuckle when I rounded the big bend in the road, only to find out that we were behind a long school bus, which could not drive up the hills very quickly.

And so he read more pages.

And then we got to our town. In the spirit of really taking the long way home, I opted out of the final “shortcut” and drove through the center of town. We waited in a couple long lines of traffic at a red light, we had several stop signs on our route, and I drove down the final small hill at about 10 miles per hour. I went about as far out of my way as I could, while still trying to get us home.

He wasn’t finished.

I turned slowly into our driveway, disheartened because he hadn’t finished.

I put the van in park.

And then I heard, “I’m DONE,” and I saw the biggest I’ll-show-you-all-my-teeth-because-I’m-so-happy-this-is-DONE grin!

Several months, 322 pages, a great historical fiction book - DONE!

I hope he always remembers how happy he felt to have finished this book. I hope he feels pride in his effort, and that maybe, just maybe, he actually will remember some of what he read!

And though he won’t ever really know why he was successful at completing the book on this day, I will know.

I’ll know that it’s because I took the long way home today.

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Do Not Move

Do not move.
I desperately wanted to escape.

Open your eyes.
All I wanted was to hide.

Do Not Move

Do you trust Me?
I’m sure trying.

Look around.
What are you doing?

This isn’t yours to carry.
It sure feels like it.

Do you trust Me?
I’m trying, but I’d sure rather run and hide.

Do not move.
Okay, I will wait.

Open your eyes.
What am I looking for?

Me.
How will I know if I see you?

I am always there.
Yes, I know, but….

Do not move.
I’m trying to trust.

Just breathe.
I’m lacking hope.

I am Hope.
I think I see You.

You’re just seeing Me?
I think I’ve seen you all along.

Yes, and I will not let you go.
I will trust; I won’t move.

Watch and see what I am going to do.
I’m still trying to trust.

Remember, I can make masterpieces out of messes.
I’m sure trusting in that.

Are you trusting Me?
I’m trying, but some days it makes no sense.

Do not move; stay with Me.
I’m learning there’s nowhere better to be.

I’m reminded that You are refreshment for a dry, weary soul.
I’m learning that You are light in the darkest of nights.
I’m seeing that You are hope for those who have lost their way.
I’m discovering that You are the hand to hold in the midst of danger.
I’m finding that You are encouragement for a heart in despair.
I’m grasping that You are grace for the needy.
I’m sensing that You are salve for the broken-hearted.
I’m understanding that You are all I need.

Then you are doing well.
I am?

You have not moved.
I’m trying to stay with you.

Have you seen me?
Everywhere!

How’s your hope?
You are my Hope!

Do not move.

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