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Morning Espresso: 10 Links for an Amazing Week

Free Printable: “Today I am Grateful” Tape on the fridge. Change the week. Smile.

Lawn-sized Bananagrams? Yes, Please.

5 Things Your Sponsored Child Can Never Tell You Just take 5 minutes and read. This.

Caption These. Seriously. Grab someone and ask them to help caption these. Startling beauty , yes?

Science discovers what God says: The Power of Prayer:

Praying for … partner or close friend can lead to more cooperative and forgiving behavior toward the partner, according to a new study co-authored by a Florida State University researcher:

Participants who prayed more frequently for their partner were rated as less vengeful in discussing something the partner had done to upset or annoy them.

•The partners of participants who prayed for them noticed more forgiving behavior than the partners of participants who were assigned to set aside time each day to think positive thoughts about them.

•Participants assigned to pray following a partner’s hurtful behavior were more cooperative with their partners compared to participants assigned to engage in thinking about God.

•Participants who prayed for a close relationship partner on days in which conflict occurred reported higher levels of cooperative tendencies and forgiveness than on days when conflict occurred and they did not pray.

 The Gift of Siblings... Read slow. Pick up the phone and make a call? A good read for some older kids too?

Free 31 Days of Encouragement for Military Wives:  A devotional collection offering encouragement for those living the everyday realities of military life, told from the perspective of one Air Force wife.

Grateful…. writing out all the ways we are grateful:

Conquer Clutter in a Month -- one graphic. hit print. follow the flow for each week. Baby steps. Forward!



If You’d really like to grab an Opportunity for Joy — Yes!

Beyond the Human Eye — The workmanship of God around us, all around us, and instead of us all feeling “small and insignificant” — it leaves us in awe of a God who does all. of. this. — and loves us.

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Memorial Day? Remembering this… again and again…. remembering a love like this:

Morning Verse for Today’s Living:

“ … stand every morning to thank and praise the LORD, and likewise at evening” … 1 Chron 23:30.

Join us? And happily change everything by keeping your own crazy list of One Thousand Gifts? Dare you to Joy! Take the dare to Fully Live!

1. Grab this month’s Free JOY DARE Calendar with 3 daily prompts to go on a scavenger hunt for God’ gifts … {or write down any gifts you choose. Use the free app.} 2. Count 3 gifts a day and you have over #1000gifts in 2013. Jot them down in the new numbered One Thousand Gifts devotional journal — The Farmer’s writing in his with a red pen and daily – the numbers in the journal already there! Motivating… 3. Share your gifts everyday in our beautiful Facebook community to enter everyday for the monthly $100 Amazon draw (or link to your blog post with your list of gifts). 4. Count #1000gifts in 2013 and enter to win a Nikon DSLR camera with lens. Slow Down. Savor Life. Give thanks. Believing something is one thing. But the Best only comes when you decide to Be Living it. Please, jump in, make your life about giving thanks to God! — Just add the direct URL to your specific 1000 gift list post… and if you join us, we humbly ask that you please help us find each other in our refrain of thanks by sharing the community’s graphic within your post.

Give thanks to the Lord! His Love Endures Forever!

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When the Negativity & Pessimism are Getting to You

My Grandma Ruth, she ever only saw a cup one way.

Didn’t matter if the tea’d been poured out or if the sky’d tipped over or the tap was still running loud.

Every cup she ever held or tipped back or drank from, they were all right empty as far as she was concerned.

She’d been dying of old age since she was 42.

Every picnic was bound to get rained out. My grandfather’d be whistling Winn-Dixie and she just knew he was brewing to pick some fiery fight. I loved her like there was no tomorrow.

And for Grandma? There likely wasn’t going to be another tomorrow.

The thing is apples don’t fall far from trees and cups can seem empty for generations.

Seeing the cup as half empty is completely unhelpful.

Pessimism and Negativity getting to you? To continue reading the post –  {your Friday needs this and  thanks you!}

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When You Sort of Feel Like You’re Drowning

It came after a week of rain.

After she driven home through the rain, watched the rain come across fields.

It’d ponded between rows. It had sheeted and ponded and thrummed the hood of the pick-up like the drumming of everything thrown at her, everything coming down that never stopped, and all the fields along the 4th line, they had flooded.

There were soggy towels on the back step.

Kids had molted out of muddy boots across the mudroom.

There was a a tub of whipping cream half eaten in the bathroom and a long letter from a teacher on the counter and batteries and pliers and wires and tires, strewn innards of a boy-invention, all across the kitchen table.

Something smelled exhumed in the fridge. The petunias hanging off the porch look liked dredged up sewer rats, soggy and beaten.  Her heart had this  deep sliver of teenagers in it. She felt so behind, she’d forgotten which way was forward.

So she just stood there at the window, watching it still coming down, and The Farmer came up behind her slipped his arms around her rounding, soft middle, them both about the middle of everything.

“See how its running there by the barn?” He said it quiet, a week’s stubble there at her ear. And she leaned into the steadiness of him.

And she could see how the rain ran rivulets down through the field, through the rows, moving earth. She could see how every flood of trouble remakes the landscape of your souls – making you better or bitter.

There, at the south end of the barn, she could see how it started to flood.

She could see how every trouble is like a flood and you can either rise up on it or sink down in it – and if you lean the weight of you — of it all — on the wood of the Cross, you always still rise.

She could feel that standing there at the door in the rain with him –

how the leaning kept lifting her.

 

 

 

Related: How Does God Feel About Storms?

How to Live Through Really Hard Storms

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When you’re wondering: How God Feels About Storms?

When the guy on the screen says that he could hear the cries of children underneath the rubble, his voice starts to crack and how in the world does anything stand in a world like this?

How do you just put a jug of milk out on the table on a Tuesday and stand there watching your kids eat breakfast, light in their hair, the sky hanging outside the window like a potential Behemoth, when there’s a dad with his heart running liquid down his cheeks  in Oklahoma, waiting for them to dig out the body of his crumpled boy.

How does the sky just suddenly spin mad on a muggy Monday afternoon in the middle of side-street America and 24 school kids never come home to their moms and peanut butter sandwiches again?

How does the sky just rage unannounced, storm black and pelt us flat?

They said they found 7 of those little kids just wanting their mamas, found them all drowned in a pool of water.

Who can stand when your heart’s flooded with grief?

God’s overflows.

“… his heart was filled with pain.” {Gen 6:6}

God has a heart. And it hurts. Not with just with a a few drops of ache, not just with a slow drip of sadness — His whole massive heart fills, swells, burns with this raw, relentless pain.

In the midst of the storm, all the emptiness of God floods with pain.

What grieving mother in Oklahoma could wake up today and forget her little one,  could forget the way she smelled, the way her hair fell, the way his arms felt around her neck — what mother could just up and forget her always-baby?

And God whispers hoarse: That mother whose heart is bound to her child’s — doesn’t compare to how your Father’s heart is bound to you. {Isa 49:15}

The Lord of the Universe, He’s lashed Himself to us. And He didn’t need to. But He tied the knot Himself. God who hung the stars, He takes a thread of His heart and ties His to ours. God tied His heart to yours so when you feel pain — He fills with shattering pain.

So when we howl: “If there’s a God who really cares, He’d look at this world and His heart would break.”

And God looks to the Cross and says -- My heart did.

God’s heart breaks.

On that Cross — they speared His side and pierced straight into His heart filled with pain and it was the water and blood of His right broken heart that gushed right out.

It’s the quantum physics of God: one broken heart always breaks God’s in two.  We never cry alone.

And our crying God, He catches every tear in His bottle — God catches every falling tear because He’s keeping us from falling apart.

I can’t turn away from the screen, from the father in Oklahoma brushing away the tears.

And all I can think is — God tied His heart to ours — and the tears of God are the essence of Time.

Time only continues on in this impossibly suffering world — because God Himself is willing to keep suffering the impossible with us.

That’s what we all share — that He shares the grief with us and reasoning is cold and His embrace is warm.

The Farmer tells me that they are calling for rain today.

Somewhere across the mid-west, they’re calling for rain.

And I can only nod, not trusting my voice not to break, trusting only His broken heart.

Trusting how it comes in storms –

these, the falling tears of God.

 

 

Related: Timothy Keller’s sermon: Lord of the Storm

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How to Live Through the Really Hard Storms

{because my heart is with all the folks living through all kinds of bad storms this spring…}

‘If God really works in everything — then why don’t we thank Him for everything?”

She asks me this straight out.

My daughter, Hope, and I, we sit in the truck on the field’s hem, waiting to give the Farmer his lunch.

The Farmer’s planting bean seeds into earth’s dark bed. The sky’s rising darker in the west.

He races rain.

“For every drop of rain You keep from falling on us planting— thank you, Lord…”

I had murmured the prayer, water splatting hard against the windshield of the pickup.

We need at least one more day of dry weather to plant a year’s worth of beans, our livelihood.

“And for every drop of rain that You do let fall — thank you, Lord…” My daughter, Hope, whispers her strange echo.

Really? I turn, searching her face.

She looks me right in the eye.

“If God really works in everything, why don’t we thank Him for everything? Why do we accept good from His hand — and not bad?”

This is hard. Maybe the hardest of all. She is young. She has much to come.

I have held dying babies. Eaten with those who live on the town garbage heap. Wept with women who’ve been violated, with the bankrupt, the heart crushed, the terminal.

And this never stops being true: Neglecting to give thanks only deepens the wound of the world.

Doesn’t God call His people to a non-discriminating response in all circumstances? “[G]iv[e] thanks always and for everything” (Ephesians 5:20 ESV).

This is the hardest of all.

If I only thank Him when the fig tree buds — is this “selective faith”? Practical atheism? What of faith in a God who wastes nothing? Who makes all into grace?

And yet — is thanking God for everything… thanking Him for evil?

Rivulets run down glass, blurring my husband and all our seeded prayers. What do I accurately see and know?

When we bought the enemy’s lie in the beginning and ate from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, Satan hissed then that we’d really see and know what is good and evil.

But the father of lies, he’d duped us in the whole nine yards. Though we ate of that tree we did not become like God.

We have no knowledge of good and evil apart from God. My seeing, it is not omniscient.

It may definitely feel like it — but how can I really see the long-term outcome of a death, disaster, dilemma,? Mine is only to faithfully see His Word and wholly obey Him in this. Therein is the tree of life.

Is this why He commands “giv[e] thanks always and for everything”? Because to thank God in all is to refuse Satan’s relentless lure to be god-like in all.

To thank God in all is to bend the knee in allegiance to God Who alone knows all.

To thank God in all is to give God glory in all. Is this not our chief end?

When I only give thanks for some things, aren’t I likely to miss giving God glory in most things?

Murmuring thanks isn’t to deny that an event isn’t a tragedy and neither does it deny that there’s a cracking fissure straight across the heart.

Giving thanks is only this: making the canyon of pain into a megaphone to proclaim the ultimate goodness of God.

Our thanks to God is our witness to the goodness of God when Satan and all the world would sneer at us to recant.

I lay my hand on the rain-filmed windowpane and I see clearer. But this is the hardest of all:

That which I refuse to thank Christ for, I refuse to believe Christ can redeem.

The grey sky’s drumming steady on the truck’s tin roof.

His perfect love casts out all fears and leaves only thanks and I listen to her sing it, like a chorus with the rain:

Thank you, Lord. Thank you, Lord.

Like a song from the belly of the fish, like a Jonah refrain echoing off the walls of the whale: “But I with the voice of thanksgiving will sacrifice to you…” (Jonah 2:9 ESV)

Like a haunting, holy answer to what she asks, the song of the saints, always thanksgiving — practicing here the only song that will be sung at the very last of time, “Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving… to our God” (Rev. 7:12 ESV).

Thank you, Lord.

I lilt it soft with her, the brazen song the faithful sing into the hardest storms….

The rain falling hard now.

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This post is excerpted from:

One Thousand Gifts Devotional Journal: Reflections on Finding Everyday Graces

60 fresh & releasing devotional reflections, each one like a singular tree, invite you to take wing into a forest of graces. 60 Days of Devotional Reflections. 60 Days to Joy. Practical. Profound. Pen-worthy: includes the only numbered 1000 gifts journal, space for you from #1-#1000, to begin the radical habit of thanking God for your own one thousand gifts. Perfect for spring and life storms?

 

Join us? And happily change everything by keeping your own crazy list of One Thousand Gifts? Dare you to Joy! Take the dare to Fully Live!

1. Grab this month’s Free JOY DARE Calendar with 3 daily prompts to go on a scavenger hunt for God’ gifts … {or write down any gifts you choose. Use the free app.} 2. Count 3 gifts a day and you have over #1000gifts in 2013. Jot them down in the new numbered One Thousand Gifts devotional journal — The Farmer’s writing in his with a red pen and daily – the numbers in the journal already there! Motivating… 3. Share your gifts everyday in our beautiful Facebook community to enter everyday for the monthly $100 Amazon draw (or link to your blog post with your list of gifts). 4. Count #1000gifts in 2013 and enter to win a Nikon DSLR camera with lens. Slow Down. Savor Life. Give thanks. Believing something is one thing. But the Best only comes when you decide to Be Living it. Please, jump in, make your life about giving thanks to God! — Just add the direct URL to your specific 1000 gift list post… and if you join us, we humbly ask that you please help us find each other in our refrain of thanks by sharing the community’s graphic within your post.

Give thanks to the Lord! His Love Endures Forever!

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25 Things Every New, Middle & Graduating Parent and their Grad Needs to Know

Look… you get what we all get — a lifetime.

Just you or none of us ever get to know how long that will turn out to be.

So get to it. Because you woke up 18 this week.

You sat at the end of the table after barn chores, grinning like you were just getting stretched up for the starting blocks and the race of your life — and somewhere inside I felt this crossing of an invisible finish line, right through the stretched out tape.

And I want to go back.

I want to go back and hold the whole of you right in palm again and lay you in that kitchen scale and count your every gram, as if I could give you weight in this world.

I didn’t know that would happen until I started letting you go.

I want to go back and pull that boy with that bowl hair cut up on my lap again. Feel your chub fingers help me turn one more page, reach for one more crayon, hold my hand one more moment, and you have no idea how much I don’t care if that makes me a fool.

I want to go back to your sleep breathing on my shoulder and the way I didn’t want to move, to your bows and arrows and slung-on tool belts and well-envisioned, questionably-executed tree forts, to your buck teeth and big bravado and flipped up toilet lids and flipped out drive-me-mad attitude. I just want to go the whole ugly-beautiful way back and I want to get a do over.

Go back and shake up that 21 year old girl who brought you home and tell her that the best way to raise up a kid is to just loosen up. Nothing ever got raised up when held down tight. The Holy Spirit is a fluid grace and the wind is a carrying thing and you have to lean into it and let Him surprise if anything’s going to rise up and fly.

You grew up — and I want to go back and I want to go with you, but I can’t do either.

That’s a hard thing to sit with.

Hard to know I can’t fix any of the times I dented up your heart with my ridiculous white-knuckled steering-wheel control and big Buick idols. Yeah, you and I both remember how it got ugly and wild. You’ve got to know I’ll spend the rest of my life and pitiful wisdom trying to bang out those dents with presence and grace. Yeah, you and I both know I’ll probably make some more.

You made me get that: Grace isn’t some soft, ethereal notion. Grace is a noun, it’s a verb, it’s concrete, it’s like air. Just try living without it. Just try living without breathing. We all know how wrinkled hard lives like that are. You — you made me me breathe grace right down to the bottom of the lung. It was the only way we could live with each other. Inhaling, exhaling, giving and receiving grace.



It ended up beautiful, what all happened, and I don’t even think we realized it was happening at all.

So you’ll end up heading out.

Heading out down some back roads and long roads and roads I’d never pick for you and I wished I’d lived more backwards, backwards from the knowing that ends really do come.

Knowing that one day you’ll leave and I’ll be brave and wave. And you’ll go fall in love and you’ll feel it too and I can’t stop it for you — how a crush can crush you, how real love is never logical, how real love is always crazy love, and love is the most horrible and the most wonderful because it will make you strong and it will make you weak and it will make you vulnerable, which is the perfection of strong and weak together.

How Love will open you right up, then pull open your heart to let someone get into you and get to you and undo you and remake you and it’s everything terrifying and everything you ever wanted.

And I will nod and say yes.

That’s what you’ve done to me.

That’s what I’d go back to tell that new 21-year-old mother I was with her dangling kid, what I’m feeling as the woman falling over a finish line I don’t want to cross, what I’m saying to you, that new 18-year-old man done with being a kid — Don’t fight the hurt. Let the hurt make you real. Let go of the defenses and the shields and the tightfisted formulas for some life that doesn’t exist and give away beautiful pieces of yourself and feel the hurt, because the only way to own a life worth having is to give away your own life.

Give away the life of polished floors and gleamy sinks, of big hair and bigger bank accounts, and let love get in and mess with you and loosen you up and make you laugh and cry and really give and really hurt because is the only way to really live. Don’t waste a minute of your life on anything less than love.

Don’t waste a minute of your life on anything less than eternity.

And that’s. what. love. is.

I once heard the story of a preacher man with a PhD — whose mother died when he was two. When he was two and they were 5 kids in poor Kansas and she had grabbed hold of her husband’s hand and whispered her 5 last words: Always keep eternity before them.

Always keep eternity before them.

Think of eternity — and live backwards from that.

Don’t waste a minute of your life on anything less than eternity — and that’s. what. love is. Eternal, without end.

Let love happen to you. Don’t fight the hurt. It’s making you real.

You woke up to snow on your 18th.

“Crazy, for the 13th of May.” And you inhaled your plate of waffles, and said it again, “Snow — for my birthday in May!” And you downed the bacon and eggs I’d heaped up for you, and you pushed back your chair –

“I’ve got to go make a snowman. Before the sun makes it all go — ’cause who knows if it’ll ever happens like this again?”

And I get that. And it won’t.

And I stand at the window and watch you, the oldest, the child no more —

and your sister, the youngest, the child a bit longer, make a snowman out of spring.

And who would have known you’d be doing that on your big day when we found your gift weeks before — a watch.

A watch we had engraved with words that beg you to ask whatchya going to do with it:

“You have been given now. Romans 12:1.”

And all I can hear is the echo of a snowman melting in May: Seize the Day.

Just go do that: it’s never too late to love and there is always time to love and what else is a lifetime for?

You could see that snowman, right to the end, looking the loveliest real, giving itself away and unafraid to the sun.

 

 

 

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Morning Espresso 16.5

How to make the Perfect Cup of Tea: George Orwell’s 11 Rules

The Best Moment of My Day… This. Slows your heart rate down, yes? What’s yours?

On living the Unhurried Life.… read. this. slow. What are your sheer acts of defiance?

Ten Inspiring Ways to Your Parenting – no matter where you live……

5 Minute Glory Holy-day -– the whole earth is full of the glory of God and this is nothing short of breathtaking. Like a mini vacation, hol-i-day— what a way to start the day, looking for His gifts…

Why you will remember what you read on the page — and not on the screen…. why reading books matters.

That post? Those 3 Simple Words for Every Day that are sort of rocking my world? “… then you came?”

Here is one way one man is doing just that — (inspires you to get thinking creatively, eh?)

82-year-old Barber offers Free Haircuts to the homeless — in exchange for a Hug:

“The 82-year-old Cymerys, who is known as Joe the Barber, began offering his services 25 years ago after retiring from a career in business. He had cut hair for his family but decided to put his clippers to work for the less fortunate after being inspired by a church sermon about the homeless.

“It really is love. I love these guys,” Cymerys said. He paused and turned to his client in the chair, “You know I love you, right?”

Full story and slideshow here

  A read for deep soul refreshment: Not by Sight: A Fresh Look at Old Stories of Walking by Faith

When Mr. Jon Bloom, President of Desiring God, sent me an early manuscript of his book to read, I read slowly. Captivated by the stories of Scripture all over again. I made notes. I re-read. The chapters, 35 imaginative retellings of Bible stories, made me hungrier for God, His Truth, the company of Christ. Mr. Bloom’s Scripture saturated lines stirred a trust in God’s promises instead of personal perceptions.

And when I met Mr. Bloom at his office this past winter — I was deeply struck, taken aback, by his humility, his genuine warmth and down-to-earth grace — this was a man who sincerely walked with Jesus.  Mr. John Piper writes the forward of Not by Sight: “Pick a chapters in this book whose title looks relevant for you. Listen as you read. Look through what you hear. And see if Jesus does not show himself to you in such a way that you do not trust Him more.” Mr. Bloom lives this.

And I offered my own endorsement: “Spurgeon said, “My books are my tools.” And this book is one wise match for the journey. Bloom’s stories and insights ignite– ignite fire in bones, ignite the best and old paths, ignite glimpses of God’s glory that makes you want to run this walk of faith.” I humbly encourage you to pick up Not by Sight… penned by a man who quietly, authentically lives what he so compellingly writes. Perfect devotional reading for your morning cup of espresso or tea!

 

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Worship.

Time for this… Let this have us on our knees:

Morning Verse for Today’s Living:

“He will have no fear of bad news;

his heart is steadfast, trusting in the LORD.”

~Psalm 112:7

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Simply 3 Words For Every Day

He’d set the alarm for 1 AM on a Monday morning because sometimes a man has to do what he has to do.

He’d slept the rest of a Farmer on the Lord’s Day.

Then hauled to the fields in the pitch dark just as soon as Monday feebly birthed.

Before that sun finally dragged up, he had a whole field worked up and half a ton of dirt ground into his jeans.

By sun down, he was still ahead of the clouds skulking in on the edges of the radar.

And the back of his shirt stuck to him like a dirt crusted skin and he wore dust like he knew what he was and he was surrendered to it and he kept on going, steadied.

One of the boys, Levi, he fills the planter with his dad, hauls and lifts and empties out those bags of corn seed. Before getting back up into that tractor seat, they walk a bit of the earth together. They scratch back soil and poke about for a seed. I watch them do this.

I watch them, the father and the son and the seeking of a seed. Something grows in me and it doesn’t have words and it doesn’t ask for words. Asks only witnessing. Only gratitude.

Only the living that lets the everyday dirt become the sacred everyday.

There are times it seems wrong to keep your shoes on, to do anything less than stand bare-heeled and bowed and broken wide open.

Them bent. The way a soul can grow any way it chooses.

“Think we planted deep enough, Dad?” Levi kneels across from him.

The Farmer pats the earth over the seed. “As long as it rains.”

As long as water comes, as long as there is a coming.

The Farmer gets back on the tractor.

Levi and I stand on the hem of the field and watch him move away in a cloud of lit dust, into the dusk.

We find beds. He keeps going, keeps laying seeds into beds.

Come 1 AM Tuesday, that alarm goes off again like a screeching banshee needing coffee.

So at 1 AM, I yank the screaming banshee cord out of the wall, drag out looking for a Farmer still planting loam with impossible small hope somewhere in the middle of the night.

I find him 2 roads over and nearly a mile and a quarter back, driving that tractor down into the dark and the dirt with a planter storming up a swirl of earth behind him and no mind of time only the task at hand.

When I roll up on the headland, he idles the tractor, walks straight through headlights, up through the ditch to the road.

“You need anything?” I roll the window down lower, night cold rushing in. Why in the world hadn’t I come with something warm for the man’s chill?

He leans in. “No… had a bunch of breakdowns. Gearbox on the auger. The marker arm on the planter. So I’ll still be a couple hours here yet before this field’s done.” He nods back at the tractor. “No… you get sleep. I’ll probably need your help sometime after 3 — move some of this home?”

“Okay. 3. I’ll go home and plug that alarm back in.” He nods and is gone again in the dark and why hadn’t I come with something?

At 3AM, I help him move the tractor and planter and wagon and truck back home and at 4:30, he finds the mattress for less than an hour and then he’s gone again in the greying light.

At 7AM, I bring orange juice and a muffin back out on the tractor, to him planting now on the home farm.

“Long night.” He takes the cup from my hand.

“Ah, I couldn’t keep my eyes open — just kept drifting off. For a while I had to stand up —” I can see that, how he’d do that.

How he’d stand up on that open tractor in the middle of the dark, a weary shadow in tractor lights and a fog of swirling dust, standing there fighting sleep and dust in the eyes and heaviness in the bones.

“…. and then how did I keep going the rest of the night?” He says it like a searching.

He looks across the field — as if trying to remember, trying to find the memory out there between the rows of seeds, of how he got through the dark, how he kept going when there was really no stand or vision left in the man.

And then he finds it in the back 40 of his mind and he lights, white teeth flashing across that dirt stained face.

“Oh, yeah — that’s what it was— ” he looks down at me.

“…. then you came.”

And then you came.

Just for a moment, I touch his cheek, his dust.

And you with only with a word, with only a smile, a hand, a yes, you with the gospel and you with His presence, then you came.

You who rubbed feet at the end of the day and you who massaged the tight crook of a neck and you who dropped of a bag of fruit off just because they were on sale at the market for less than half price. You who got up in the middle of the night and came to the wretchedly sick and the deathly scared and to the one who just needed a face and hand to squeeze.

Then you came.

You shut off the screen, pushed back the chair, found your feet, didn’t come up with an excuse or a distraction or an eyeroll, but you simply came to the child, to the man, to the lost, with the name of Jesus on your tongue and the fire of Christ in your belly and the heat of your Savior in your bones and the thing is: When you’ve been saved, you can’t stay.

When your Savior is in you, you can’t stay still.

When you love God, you have got to go.

Yes, there is no other way to begin or become or be: Be still and know He is God. And once you know He is God… how can you not let other people know? Experience Him? Know. Him? There’s simplicity for a soul: Stilling. Knowing. Then Going.

And it comes unforced, like a reviving wind – When the gentle stillness of God fills you … the burning love of Christ fuels you.

To. Go.

Christianity means someone goes. Christianity means someone comes. SomeOne left heaven, SomeOne went to a manger, to a Cross, to the dying and trapped and the buried. And if no one goes across the room, across the house, the sidewalk, the street, the country, how many will grow cold and fall asleep and drift off and away?

How many will be held captive and chained and bound and who will go and break down doors and break down walls and break down small boxes and the only way for your life to yield anything is to go.

Take one step, reach out your hand.

You don’t have to have anything — but Christ.

Don’t let the Great Commission be your life omission by thinking it’s a function of distance — instead of going the distance right where you are.

You’ve just got to go down the hall, across the room, to the end of the street, across town, over high walls, across county and state and country lines and reach right across barbed wire fences. If we’re the hands of Christ — how can we just sit on them? If our feet are shod with gospel of good news — how can they not go where there’s bad news?

Isn’t this always the holiest work of all — to lay aside an agenda to carry a cross and the presence of Christ just. one. step. further.

He’s looking down at me, eyes tired and dirt-lined.

My hand rests a moment longer on his grizzled stubble.

And he says just those 3 words again like grace, the grace of rain —

Yeah –

then you came.

The way the presence of Christ is the gift wrapped in our skin.

 

 

 

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Morning Espresso 14.5

The gift for yourself and everyone who loves you: Why we really have to take a walk everyday … physical inactivity is the #4 killer? {I’ll take a photo of my walk today and share on instagram and tag with #1000gifts — you take a photo of your walk too and tag it? Deal.}

The role of siblings in mental health — one to pray over… I can’t stop thinking of this.

Easy, calming handwork — How to knit an easy dishcloth…with video… I just am always so inspired by Edie



Simplified Chalkboard Tutorial … you have a chalkboard too? What if the kids helped with this too? Inspiring!

Hope Heals — this struck me hard.. what does love look like? What does hope look like?

An App to send your thank-you notes...  Voted best of the web by the New York Times… and I can see why? (free!)

The plan for the day? This:

Morning Verse for Today’s Living:

You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;

You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness,

that my soul may sing praise to You and not be silent O LORD my God,

I will give thanks to You forever … Psalm 30:11-12.

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When You Feel like Everyone is Bigger, Better, Smarter… { or ‘How to be a Star’}

When the fog meandered in lost on a spring evening in May, she hung her apron up in the back mudroom.

She wandered down the back lane too.

Down in the woods, she could hear them, the frogs singing, an invisible symphony.

She knotted the one side of her skirt up to step over a pothole. She tried to make her way.

In a world of reaching, how do you rest? In a culture of numbers how do you kneel? In a world of ladders how do you go lower?

Somewhere a dog barked loud.

She looked across fields.

There’s always something barking loud in you that you need a bigger field.

A better kid, a bigger house, a greater life, a grander point.

There’s always part of you that wonders if anything you do matters enough.

And there’s always someone who makes sure you know how much smarter and wiser, bigger and better, known and greater they are.

There’s always someone who snatches the horn to sing too loud of their own tens of thousands.

She had to remember to tell herself that: The ones keeping tally in life just want to know they count.

Everyone wielding their own horn just wants to be held.

And Jesus, He stretched His arms out to the whole world — and He nailed His offer right there.

Who wants the love of a Messiah more than the lauding of men?

She stood at the top of the hill behind the barn.

She could do this: When the world strives — the wise still. It’s the only way to feel God’s embrace.

The whole world could compete to be heard and esteemed and known and get ahead. She didn’t have to. She could breathe deep and feel all of her filling with this calm sea of peace.

You can give up the need to compete in the world — when you accept being complete in Christ.

Sometimes the way to win is to never enter the race.

She stood there listening to the frogs croaking, song filling all the spring sky.

She just stood there….

There’s no need to keep up with the Jonses’ when you are keeping company with Jesus.

When she rambled back up to the house, up to the porch, she nearly didn’t hear them, the barely cry, the hardly-ness of new hatchlings.

She stood on the step and stretched.

Up in the leaves, up in a branch by the top stair, that’s where she found them. Found them hidden, found them cupped. She could see that this was the mattering part — that in hiddenness, we are held.

She stood there, rooted there, watching and witnessing it — the hatchlings, how they opened so wide, how without a sound, they opened so wide.

She could feel it in her — her heart imitating that one movement, doing just that — soundlessly doing just that.

This is all that would ever matter —- that she opened wide so He could fill her.

She needn’t be heard…. because she was known.

The hatchlings, they held themselves in this silent, fearless assurance.

The fog settled down in the hollow, a veil hiding the woods away. Behind it somewhere the frogs sang on…

She felt found.

She would be small. She would make her life small.

There on the stairs, there by the nest of hatchlings in the deepening twilight, she looked up.

She could see it all above her —

How the stars are always small…

 

 

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