I've got nothing to say...but JC does!

I've been wondering why lately I haven't really had any "blog-able" material. I've started a couple, but they just fell flat. Then this morning I realized why my blogs have been so blah lately. As a teacher, summer time is a time of relaxing and catching up on sleep. I spend my days doing not much more than working out, wondering what I'll cook for supper, and playing games on facebook. (Boy - that last one will REALLY eat up your day while doing nothing much at all!) In other words, there's been a whole lot of nothing going on.

Then I read a blog by a young man that I had the privilege to teach years ago. He is definitely NOT doing nothing this summer. While most kids his age are living their days from party to party, he is spending the next six weeks in Haiti. I cannot possibly express how powerful his blog is - you will have to read it for yourself! Link to John Caleb's blog

Okay, this will be short (so you can spend your time reading JC's blog.) I've had nothing to say because I'm not really "out there" doing anything. Rest is good, but I'm getting a bit convicted that it's time to do more than just seek out hidden treasures in games on facebook. It's time to start seeking out what God will show me during this time of rest. Or maybe, it's time to stop resting.

I'll let you know when I find out. In the meantime - go read JC's blog. You'll be challenged...I know I was!

Two mites...or putting my two cents in

Why write? Write what? Who cares?

These are just three questions that have had my blog at an absolute standstill for the past few weeks. And, somehow, these questions led me back to a familiar Bible story. You know it - the widow and the two mites. Jesus was at the temple with the disciples and in comes a woman to give her offering - a whopping two mites. Probably not even enough to buy a loaf of bread. In the midst of all the huge offerings - her small gift was noticed.

Why write? I'm not sure why I started writing, but in the process I find that I learn something. I am able for just a moment to step out of my ADD scatteredness and latch onto an idea long enough to process it - I make sense of the jigsaw puzzles that make up my thoughts. Occasionally I go back and read previous blogs and learn along with others the lesson God showed me that first day. (That's one of the blessings of being ADD - I learn new things all the time....sometimes it's the same lesson but I've forgotten so it's completely new to me!) In other words - I write to share whatever lesson I have received.

Write what? I try to look around each day to see the one thought that will become the seed of a blog. Some days they come in such abundance I feel like I could write a book if I could type fast enough. At other times I go days and only find a dried seed here or there. If I am honest with myself, I've allowed my mind to become cluttered too much with the trivial - the soil is just filled with rocks of insignificance and there is just no room for the seed to grow. (Sigh, I may actually have to stop playing games on facebook for a while!) I don't have to have some grand message...it may only be two mites, but I gladly share what I have.

Who cares? Ahhh - there's the problem. The writing often dries up when I worry about bothering others. I know they can just hit the delete button if they subscribe or not hit the link if they read through facebook....but I hate to be a bother. Who am I to think that I have anything worth reading? There are millions out there who have a better message or writing style than me. Insecurity stops me dead in my typing tracks and I stare at an empty screen....or find that I don't even try to log-in in the first place. I succumb to the enemy's whispers that my little bit isn't worth sharing. Gee - wonder if the widow who gave her last two "mites" had to deal with those whispers? Did she worry that what she had just wasn't important enough to share?

There it is....I write because I want to share. I want to share the lessons God teaches me. I want to share the joy He gives. I want to help others through my own foolish mistakes and somewhat fractured thought processes. I want to share the lessons learned in the midst of laughter. I want to give of what I have. It seems like so little in the light of what others can do, but still I share. Silver and gold have I none, but such as I have I freely give to you. I may never say as Peter did, "...take up your mat and walk," but I can say lift up your eyes and run! Each day is a gift from God; find the joy and live! I may not be Peter, but I can be the widow.

How about you? Why do you "do what you do?" What motivates you? What is the gift you have been given? Share it! The widow did and we're still talking about her today!

Luke 21: 1-4 (Message translation) - "Just then he looked up and saw the rich people dropping offerings in the collection plate. Then he saw a poor widow put in two pennies. He said, "The plain truth is that this widow has given by far the largest offering today. All these others made offerings that they'll never miss; she gave extravagantly what she couldn't afford—she gave her all!"


Acts 3:6-8 (Message translation) - "Peter said, "I don't have a nickel to my name, but what I do have, I give you: In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk!" He grabbed him by the right hand and pulled him up. In an instant his feet and ankles became firm. He jumped to his feet and walked."

I really would like to hear from those who read and to be very honest, I'd like to reach at least 100 followers by the end of June. Want to help me in my insanity? First - tell me why you read my blog - or why you don't! I promise not to take it personally....okay, I promise to TRY to not take it personally. Second - please tell a friend or two about the blog, maybe even recommend your favorite one of the past couple of months for them to read. Third - let me know what I can do to make this a place you'd like to visit. 

They question everything...

As a teacher of middle school students and the mother of two teens, I have noticed something...they question EVERYTHING! I can almost feel all the other teachers and parents out there nodding their heads in agreement. At times it is so exhausting...mainly because there is a fine line between questioning and disrespect, but I think I may have a way to tell the difference.

This blog started the other day when I attended the graduation ceremony of one of our local High Schools. I was so proud of those young men and women that I knew who crossed the stage into the next part of their lives. I wanted to cheer, but they had asked us simply stand in recognition and not "get out of hand". They, of course, did not use that wording, but I think we all understood what was meant. The young man in front of me questioned why they had that rule and I answered the best way I knew how by saying it was so that EVERY parent could hear their child's name when it was called. He didn't agree with the rule, but said he'd take my word for it.

Later on in the ceremony, a few groups, most of whom were NOT teenagers, decided to disregard the request and were escorted out. I had to notice, however, it was not simply that they cheered - but the cheers went on and on and then when the participants sat down you could hear comments from them daring the security to come and tell THEM to move. There it was - the difference. They questioned not because they felt the rule was wrong - they questioned because they didn't want anyone telling them what to do!

At the very end of the ceremony, once hats had been tossed and people were starting to leave, another young man that I know personally celebrated by doing a back flip....and again I was struck with the difference. This young man had obeyed and respected the rules, yet found a way to be uniquely himself in the process simply by waiting until the ceremony was over. I hope I am not the only one that sees the difference.

I, like most parents and teachers, don't want to raise mindless robots who simply obey without thinking. (Behavior like that led to Hitler's rise in power and some of the segregation laws in this country.) I want to raise citizens who THINK and who question when things aren't right. However, in doing this, I am also concerned that we have taught an entire generation to question simply when they don't like the rules because they want things their way...sort of a Burger King generation - have it your way, have it your way. We forget that our rights end where another person's begin.

The Bible talks about this in Proverbs 29:18 - "Without a vision, the people perish." One version says "Without revelation the people cast off restraint." The second part is equally important, "but happy is he who keeps the law." Most versions say "blessed is he who keeps the law." I want my children to be blessed.

So how do I help my children question without being disobedient? Simple - I first teach them God's law. What is that? Well, the ten commandments of course; but since kids have such a short attention span I'll narrow it to the top two - just like Jesus did for us (who also have very short attention spans!) #1 - Love the Lord your God with all your heart, mind, and spirit. #2 - Love your neighbor as yourself.

Now - look at what you are questioning. Is it something that challenges #1? How about #2? If it's not challenging either of these, then you should obey. You can ask questions, but ask yourself if you are questioning because you don't understand, because it breaks one of the top two, or because you want to have things your way.

I believe this next generation holds greatness in them if they catch the vision that God has for their lives. If not, I'm concerned we'll raise yet another generation that is singing, "It's all about me, it's all about I, it's all about Number One oh my, me my! What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see." (Paraphrasing Toby Keith's song.)

I believe this generation deserves more. I want to spend my days helping them catch the vision of what God has for them...not simply answering a whole lot of "me" questions.

And at the next graduation, I will follow the rules...and keep my eye out for the kid who does the back flip at the end.

Frankenstein Fear

I used to love to watch the old monster movies like Frankenstein, The Blob, and of course a multitude of Mummy movies. I would rush home every afternoon to watch "The Big Show" and an endless supply of movie monsters guaranteed to make you jump at sounds in the night. Of course, those monsters never really scared me...they moved WAY too slow to frighten me.

I always wondered about the girls in those movies. They were all young and healthy and yet they invariably would fall, turn an ankle, get their clothes caught in something or simply stand and raise their hands toward their face and scream. I never could understand why these healthy young women didn't just high-tail it out of there! After all, the monsters moved slower than my grandma - why not just run?

I didn't get it...until yesterday. I was thinking about the fact that summer is only a few weeks away and how I am determined that THIS summer we'll find ways to have some fun. Last year we did the "bummer summer" and I really didn't want to go that route again. You see, last summer was the summer when my husband was out of work. We were okay, and we knew God had promised to provide for us...but I look back now and realize that I went into "shut down" mode. The fear of the unknown absolutely paralyzed me. That's when it hit me - the monster of fear had lumbered toward me and I just stood there. Okay, so I just SAT there and did nothing. I didn't even run! (Not figuratively on that part - I literally didn't even run! My training program took a serious back burner.)

I'd always liked to believe that I was a fighter, but fear had stopped me in my tracks. I started thinking about the differences in fear and faith (other than the obvious ones) and decided to share a few of those parallels in this blog.

Fear paralyzes, but Faith propels.
Fear guards, but Faith gives.
Fear hoards, but Faith helps.
Fear trembles, but Faith transforms.
Fear withdraws, but Faith welcomes.
Fear hates, but Faith hopes.
Fear barracades, but Faith busts down walls.
Fear begs, but Faith believes.
Fear forgets all that God has done, but Faith...well, Faith faces the storm knowing that God has saved before and He can do it again.

Looking at my list, I have to wonder how many areas of my life I have allowed fear to stop me and keep me cowering in a corner.

Fear is that lumbering monster that truly has no power over us unless we give in to it and give up. For fear to succeed, all that is required is that we do nothing....just allow it to creep in and overtake us. For Faith to win, we need to put on our running shoes and get back into the race.

So now I finally get all those old movies....they weren't really about the monsters, but about how we defeat ourselves. To quote FDR from his inaugural address, "So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself -- nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance."

Some may not realize this quote comes from a speech was made in 1933 - a time of economic hardship and seemingly impossible situations. It wasn't just a bummer summer - it was a bummer decade!

This year, I think I'll get off the couch and tie back on my running shoes....and leave that ugly monster in my dust. God has a race for me to run....and I won't win it by just sitting here. Care to join me?

Hebrews 12:1 - " Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us"
2 Timothy 1:7 - "For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind."

Mistakes and Mother's Day

Today was Mother's Day and a perfect time to share something that happened this week.

I don't know about other moms out there, but I know that I have made a LOT of mistakes in raising my children. Just this past week, I had one of those weird moments when I woke up and it seemed that my mind was FILLED with memories of times I had failed. So many moments that I wished I could get a "do over," so many decisions I wished I'd handled differently. I wanted so much to give my children the perfect Christian upbringing and instead....they got me.

As you can imagine, it was not a morning that filled me with great faith....until I got on facebook that is. When I sat down with my morning coffee to browse updates, there was one of my daughter's statuses that had about 17 comments. I had to see what had caused such feedback! What the topic was is not the point, it  was the way she handled the discussion that ensued on the page that made me catch my breath. As I read, I was amazed at how eloquent she presented her arguments and how level headed her responses seemed to be. I almost cried when I saw a glimpse of the young woman my precious child had become. I could almost feel God's hand on my shoulder reassuring me that no matter what mistakes I'd made, He was still in control.

Later on in the week, a mother came to me to share a discussion she had with my daughter. She shared how impressed she had been with listening to my daughter as she told those around her why it was so important to listen to your parents' rules when it came to being allowed to use the car. (She is a newly licensed driver.) She also shared why it was so important to pay attention to that "inner voice" that lets you know when something is wrong. Once again - I was floored! I knew this was NOT because of me....this was in SPITE of me!

Why share all this? Simply because on this Mother's Day I am reminded more than ever that whatever good there is, it's not because of me. I have made WAY too many mistakes to ever think that the steady walk my daughter is developing is because of me. I also remember very distinctly the day I went for a run and cried as I prayed for my child. I was at such a loss....I finally reached the point where I said, "She's Yours, God. I completely give her back to You." (I can even take you to the very spot on that run when I felt God lift the weight from my heart.)


Now, mind you, I had dedicated her when she was just a baby in my arms. We'd had the whole family come and share the moment as my pastor held her before our church and prayed....but this was different. I guess in some ways I felt a bit like Hannah turning over Samuel and knowing there was no turning back. I gave up any illusion that I could really do anything other than pray....and pray I did. Make that, pray I DO...but honestly not enough. No, I can't even take credit for prayer.

God is so good. On this Mother's Day, I am reminded that He gave me the joy of being able to watch this precious child grow into a beautiful young woman. He allows me to catch glimpses of His plan for her life. He sends comfort and correction when I completely mess up. He loves my child even more than I do....and I am amazed.

Happy Mother's Day to you from one mom who has made plenty of mistakes - and one good decision. I turned my child over to God and though it isn't always easy, I know it's the one thing I got right.

1 Samuel 1:24-28  After he was weaned, she took the boy with her, young as he was, along with a three-year-old bull, an ephah of flour and a skin of wine, and brought him to the house of the LORD at Shiloh. When the bull had been sacrificed, they brought the boy to Eli, and she said to him, “Pardon me, my lord. As surely as you live, I am the woman who stood here beside you praying to the LORD. I prayed for this child, and the LORD has granted me what I asked of him. So now I give him to the LORD. For his whole life he will be given over to the LORD.” And he worshiped the LORD there.

Crossing the Finish Line....

This is a repost of an article I wrote almost two years ago. Not sure why it has been running through my head, I usually forget what I've written....but evidently there is something in this blog that I need to be reminded of. Maybe there is something there for others as well.
Today I ran in a local 5k, the first race I've run in a really long time. I'd love to say my "time" was unbelievably fast, but to be honest it wasn't. Still, I crossed the finish line...and that's where today's blog comes from.

There was a time when I ran much faster. I still wasn't as fast as some others, but I wasn't ashamed to tell anyone my "time". After a layoff from running of about two years, however, I'm finding it really hard to make a "come back." To be honest, it can be discouraging at times and I feel like quitting...until today.

As I watched others run past me, I found a great joy in cheering them on. When we made the turn at the half-way point, I began to cheer for all those who were behind me...okay, so there weren't that many behind me, but that's beside the point. I started thinking, this isn't just about running the fastest...it's about doing my best as I run toward the finish line and encouraging all who come after me. Yep, there it is...the random thought.

This race is a lot like life. In life, I'm running....the question is am I running from something or am I running TO something? Proverbs 18:10 says that the Lord is a strong tower and the righteous run to it and are safe. In my life, I want to run TO the Lord.

I may not finish the race as fast as someone else, and I may look a little funny as I run along, but as long as I don't stop and keep going toward that finish line - I've won! That's the key...don't stop! Don't take a side road. Don't get discouraged because others seem to be doing a better job with their "run" than you are. Look at those who have "gone before" and learn from them. Then look at those who come after you and encourage them. Run along side others and motivate them to keep going. In all of it, keep that finish line in mind....it is what we are running to. Maybe I should say, it is WHO we are running to.

As I approached the finish line, I looked to those who had already finished (and were sitting around drinking sports drinks...I told you it took me a long time.) I called to them..."Come on! Cheer me on! I'm working hard here!" Of course they all cheered and I finished...maybe with a little more spring in my step than before. We are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses doing the same for us (Hebrews 11) and we don't even have to tell them to cheer! They've been cheering us on every step of the way.

When I saw my final "time", I was a bit discouraged. I realized if I had run just a little harder and shortened my "walk breaks" I could have finished in the time I wanted. Guess I could have used a bit of encouragement too. It makes me want to look around and see...who seems to be faltering in their run today. Maybe they haven't stopped, but they look as if they need that word of encouragement to keep "running" toward the Lord. Can I be that voice?

So let's keep running.....I want to hear that "Well done." from my Father God when I finally cross the finish line. How about you?

Busy mowing weeds or Looking nice for Easter

I sit here nursing two major blisters on my hand because I decided to mow the weeds today. Well, technically I decided to mow the grass; I wanted everything to look nice for Easter! While we are way past the Easter egg hunting stage, I was a bit worried we might lose one of the children in the tall grass if something wasn't done.

I could have asked my son, but he's a bit under the weather. Besides - I wanted to do something industrious on my day off and I DIDN'T want to do it indoors. The grass seemed a logical choice.

I got the mower going just fine and started mowing the 75 acres...okay, so it's only a regular sized yard but it certainly FELT like more! It didn't take too long for me to realize I was mowing a little grass and a LOT of weeds! Ever since Hurricane Katrina our yard just hasn't been the same. We dealt with the major storm just fine, but I find that in little ways we are still dealing with the junk it brought with it - namely weeds. I've never even seen some of these before!

We used to have a beautiful yard. Now if it weren't for green weeds, we'd have no green at all. Gloom, despair, and agony on me. (That was for all my older readers who actually REMEMBER Hee Haw!)

Last month I did some weeding in my flower bed. That day I discovered a wicked weed that impersonated a rose when it first sprouted up, but it quickly became evident that it was NOT a sweet smelling flower - just a climbing vine with thorns that were HUGE! Removing that vine just about ripped my arms to shreds. I now keep an eagle eye out for that one....but that's not the only one I have to worry about.


I noticed a few things as I dealt with these weeds. First of all, my son had just been mowing over them - cutting off the evidence they were there. We all know you can't deal with a weed like that! You've got to get it out by the root or it'll just keep coming back. Oh my - the spiritual parallels are starting to stir.

The next thing I noticed was that the areas we used the most didn't really have as many weeds. For example, by the street where we put out the trash, there were very few weeds....in the middle of the yard where we don't really pass that often, however, we had some major weed parties going on! I got to thinking of the areas in my life where I keep a watch - they stay pretty clear of sin...but what about those that I neglect? I wonder what's growing there that I don't want!

Then I noticed how easily it was to pull up some of these weeds. Of course - we had some rain yesterday and the ground was moist. I could just reach down and pull those weeds right out of the ground! If it had been dry, the dirt would have been so hard it wouldn't let go - at least not without pulling up everything around it. That reminded me of how easy it is to clear out the sin in my life after a good soak from the Holy Spirit. During dry periods, it seems like no matter how I try I can't clear up those pesky little problems....or even see them! But let me enter into some intense worship and suddenly I can see that which has been hovering underneath the surface so long - and easily let it go.

There was that patch of rye grass growing - the one that no one seems to know where it came from. It springs up quickly every Spring, but it's next to impossible to mow (it just lays down) and it just as quickly turns brown and looks like straw. I thought my "good grass" would overtake it, but I'm afraid it's working the opposite way. At any rate, it takes up far more of my yard that I'd like. In fact, I'd "like" it to not be there at all!

Finally, there was that little patch of weeds with flowers in it. I think it's a weed - some might call it ground cover, but I'm pretty sure it's a weed. I do know it wasn't grass, still I just couldn't bring myself to mow it down. It reminded me of my childhood and the fields beside our house. I could have mowed it down, but I decided not to. I'll let you draw your own spiritual parallels for that one!

Yep, I've mowed some grass, pulled some weeds (not all - that would be too much for one day off!) and  managed to get a couple of blisters in the process. Things look "nice" for Easter, but if I'm honest, I've got a LOT more work to do. I don't want to just look "nice" for Easter and still live a life filled with weeds. If today's experience is any indication, this could be an interesting summer indeed.

Proverbs 24:30-32 (New International Version, ©2011)

30 I went past the field of a sluggard,
past the vineyard of someone who has no sense;
31 thorns had come up everywhere,
the ground was covered with weeds,
and the stone wall was in ruins.
32 I applied my heart to what I observed
and learned a lesson from what I saw: