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August 24, 2012
a prayer for a daughter
Father who breathed into this daughter…
I pray for this girl being formed into eternity….
May the wind always be in her hair
May the sky always be wide with hope above her
And may all the hills be an exhilaration
the trials but a trail,
all the stones but stairs to God.
God, clothe this girl in a gown of grace
Grace, the only dress that makes beautiful,
the style of Your spirit.
Nourish her on the comfort food of the Word,
Word, that makes her crave more of Christ,
have hunger pangs for Him.
Enclose her in communion with You
You, Love who makes her love, who folds her heart into a roof
that absorbs storms for souls,
that makes her tongue speak only the words that make souls stronger.
May her vocation in this world simply be translation
Translating every enemy into esteemed guest
Translating every countenance into the face of Christ
Translating every burden into blessing
When it’s hard to be patient… make her willing to suffer
When it’s ridiculous to be thankful … make her see all is grace
When it’s radical to forgive … make her live the foundation of our faith
And when it’s time to work… make her a holy wonder.
May she be bread and feed many with her life and her laughter
May she be thread and mend brokeness and knit hearts
May she be dead to all ladders & never go higher , only lower, to the lonely, the least & the longing
Her led of the Spirit to lead many to the Cross
that leads to the tomb wildly empty.
Oh, and raise me, Lord, from the deadness of my own sins to love this beautiful girl like You do…
In the name of Christ who rose
and appeared first
to one of His daughters…
Amen…
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Links for 2012-08-23 [del.icio.us]
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August 23, 2012
10 Things You Need to know about Fear
10 Things You’ve Got to Know About Fear — over here today…
{with a giveaway}… Come fly away from your fears?
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@Kristen Strong ... Kristen writes as a military wife -- and speaks to every woman wanting to be the love of Jesus in her neighborhood. Inspiring!
August 22, 2012
When You’ve Been Waiting for an Answer …. and Life seems Silent
When Malakai’s afraid, he chews on his bottom lip like his grandmother.
And there’s no getting around it:
He looks like a caged coon up there in the pew before the piano — biting at his lip, hands fidgeting.
He’s eight.
How can I really tell him — that catastrophizing is how we make our own soul-cages. That fear’s always the flee ahead.
That he really could take one long, deep breath and just relax. Abide. Because it’s never about your capabilities. When you’re in covenant with Christ, it’s His responsibility to cover your cracks, to be all your competency and completeness.
Inabilities, in Christ, are made all-sufficient, just-right abilities. Abandon worries — and wholly abide.
Malakai writhes in his seat, looks about wildly for me.
All I can do is try to hush his wide-eyed nerves with a feeble smile.
But is it really possible to make a nod from the fourth row of a music festival enfold one scared boy into arms that hold tight? I pray.
The adjudicator steps forward with his sharp yellow pencil in hand. Malakai eyes bore into me.
“Now, boys and girls, when I call your name, you may come up to the piano, introduce your piece to us — and then play your very best.” He punctuates the air with that graphite point.
“And don’t forget to bow when we all clap. Then you’ll return to your seat. And so it will be the next pianist’s turn. But please–”
The adjudicator looks over the top of his glasses, pencil suspended in one long, midair pause –
“Please — each of you, wait until you hear your name called. I will need time after each student to write my notes and give you each marks.”
Malakai steals a look my way.
Is it possible for nerves to chew right through a bottom lip?
The adjudicator takes a seat at his folding table at the back. Waves the air with his #2 graphite pencil and invites, “Roseanne Wideman?”
A little girl in brown braids and mirror-shiny black patents steps up to the piano, murmurs something undecipherable and wills her trembling fingers from middle C to a halting G. You could tell — the only Hallelujah chorus moment for Roseanne Wideman was after she curtsied and lunged for the refuge again of the pew.
We clap her relief.
As our applauding fades, Malakai rivets around to find me again in a sea of tight-faced, anxious mothers. I’m the one smiling thinly. He mouths it large: “NOW?”
No, I shake my head, no. I nod in the direction of the adjudicator bent over his portable table.
Malakai lights up, nods back his remembrance. Ah, he nods — yes, yes.
“WAIT” he mouths it to me and to all the wound-tight, out of tune mamas. Waiting is just a gift of time in disguise — a time to pray wrapped up in a ribbon of patience — because is the Lord ever late?
So we wait.
And wait.
That one adjudicator graphite pencil scrawls loudly. Big loops. Rapid underlinings. Scratch, scrawl, scribble in all this waiting space.
Malakai twists his hands.
The boy beside him keeps rubbing both of his hands up and down his pant legs, his head bobbing backward and forward in time, a kind of sedentary pacing.
And then he springs. The boy beside Kai. The boy beside Malakai springs to the side of the baby grand piano — a thin boy in a faded yellow plaid shirt, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. Kai stares bug-eyed. Swings his head back. Does the adjudicator sees it too?
Why is this wisp of a boy, bangs hanging in his eyes, standing up there already?
Has his name been called?
The adjudicator’s still furiously writing. He hasn’t even looked up.
Kai’s eyes are these big platters, pleading soundlessly with me.
“Mom! Do something!”
But the little boy speaks.
“I am going to play Tennis Waltz for you today.”
The little boy’s quavering whisper’s hardly louder than the scratching of the pencil.
The pencil at the back stops abruptly.
Us parents look back to the adjudicator helplessly.
The yellow-shirted boy is already playing. Playing the notes gently, surely.
When Kai’s taken, he leans forward and half smiles, like his mother.
He and I are twin reflections across the sanctuary.
And the little boy plays a shy grace.
A duet with a divine calling.
A clarion.
Malakai doesn’t remember his mark from that music festival.
Doesn’t remember what the adjudicator said when he assessed his performance. I pray he remembers how loud I clapped when he grinned and bowed big.
But on the backroads home, Malakai leaned up over the seat and I can’t forget this:
“Mom? You know when the adjudicator was still writing down his report and we were all waiting for him to finish? Because we had to wait for him to call out the next name?” I’m driving, nodding. “And then that boy in the yellow-shirt just stood up and announced his song…?”
“Do you think he just heard it in his heart — that God was calling his name?”
I almost hit the brakes.
Sometimes you have to answer — when no else hears a thing.
Sometimes you need to step up — when everyone else is still sitting down.
Sometimes in living your best life, the most missed ingredient — is to live obedient to God.
How else can there ever be a song? Unless you answer the call of God?
That’s the only rhythm that can make music: to do the will of the One whose heart beats at the center of the cosmos.
Regardless of what anyone thinks of us.
Maybe the genuine followers of Christ always march to their own drum –
Thrum: I will walk with God. Thrum: Even if I walk different than everyone else.
Was it just that he heard his name called down the canyons of his heart — and love compelled him to lunge forward?
Love is never a trite feeling. Love is a wildfire in the bones, a burning flame willing to serve — w illing to say yes.
“Mom?” Malakai’s speaking to me — but he’s looking out the side window … Or within.
And I can’t believe he says this:
“Do you think God’s calling our name too — and we’re just not listening?”
That we are waiting for someone else to call our name — when God’s already called us?
That nothing is lost by sacrifice and everything is lost when you’re sitting down when you should be stepping up?
That when you’re waiting for an answer and it seems like life is silent — God is actually calling?
That who answers God’s call loses nothing, but a life deaf to God’s call loses everything?
And there’s this stillness that sits between us. A waiting….
We wait.
And then it comes, a humming — an answering.
I can hear him. Malakai’s making music from willing lips —
One song of strong surrender from his heart….
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August 21, 2012
How to handle (parent) temper-tantrums
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y boys come in from the barn.
I lay out bread.
They banter, hard, the brother-scrape.
One of the boys tosses in slices of bread for toast, careless. I set out plates in sun.
The Tall-son lathers butter on toast, but only his. I notice.
“Son, your brother? Could you butter his toast?” He reaches for peanut butter, fires me a white-hot glare. Morning flashes.
How’d I stumble into shadow and cross fire?
“Please. Might you pass a piece of toast down to your brother?”
“Sure.” His sarcasm slaps. I steady myself on the table’s edge.
Nothing could have braced the gut for what he did next, shrapnel ripping intestines.
He whips a piece of toast into his brother’s face.
Why throw toast in your brother’s face?
His brother rages red and I’m sucker punched and it’s toast, yeah, but isn’t it his heart and I shake the head stunned, losing words, and the child I ripened with, bore down and birthed from the heart, he turns on a Tuesday, tears out a few more of the pulsing chunks and where did I go so wrong?
It’s toast and it’s not toast and I can’t shrug it off because it’s the profanity of it, the desecrating of one made in the Image. I slam hands down on the table when I’d like to grab hold of his throat. Can I exchange the clay eyes shot red for the sacred seeing?
“Why?”
My mother-anger could crack vases.
He’s smirking.
“Why would you throw that at him?” I’m too shrill, too gaped, too blind-white angry.
Straw comes in all shapes and the back of a camel can be weak and it’s toast and surely there’s something behind it that I should seek out but I don’t even care.
It’s my own face that obscures the face of God.
How can I help this son of mine see when I can’t see?
The parent must always self-parent first — self-preach before child-teach — because who can bring peace unless they’ve held their own peace?
Christ incarnated in the parent — is the only hope of incarnating Christ in the child… “
~ excerpt from
A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are
Ever feel like this — and come a bit — unglued?
My heart friend, Lysa TerKeurst, we share sticky farm tables, crazy families, a Jesus passion, the same ministry team at Zondervan — and a willingness to be real and transparently share our own unglued Mama stories…
Want to know how to make different choices? After our webcast together last fall, “Say Yes to God,” Lysa and I talked as mamas and Jesus-sisters about “how to make wise choices in the midst of raw emotions” — and it’s a privilege to now hold Lysa’s vulnerable, helpful book in hand:
“We stuff, we explode, or we react somewhere in between. What do we do with these raw emotions? Is it really possible to make emotions work for us instead of against us?
Filled with gut-honest personal examples and biblical teaching, Unglued will help you make imperfect progress towards resolving conflict in your important relationships…Grateful for my real, brave-honest sister, Lysa, and her help for Mama’s everywhere: Unglued: Making Wise Choices in the Midst of Raw Emotions
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@Shrinking the Camel ... for the multi-tasking mama too....
Creativity and the Lego Story...
Gather the kids for this video: "This month, LEGO celebrated 80 years with an animated story of it’s wooden toy beginning and transition to plastic bricks. I love how the story exemplifies the essentials of creativity – failure, perseverance, design thinking." (one word to skip at 10:10)
The Dig for Kids...
"The Dig is an effort to simply and systematically help you as a parent study through books of the Bible... The goal, of course, is that our children will fall in love with Jesus as their Savior and grow up to follow Him with all their heart, soul, and strength." Kids and I are checking out The Dig
Katie Couric's One Regret? Not Having More Children
"Sometimes I think I should have had six kids!" she recently told Good Housekeeping."
August 20, 2012
When You Are Finding it Hard to Keep Up {Chased by Grace}
They say that there are 62 lego pieces for every one person on the planet.
And I’m thinking that with that thrifted rubbermaid tub found at the Sally Ann, this house has several thousand over that ratio.
There are legos across the basement floor and under the boys’ bed and scattered ones abandoned in the bottom of drawers, remnants of pockets and dreams.
There are paint cans in the garage and a heap of laundry settling sandy in the mudroom and towers of books to plan through, for a new year of fresh learning, a new forging into unknown spaces, and there all these calendar squares crowding, like a stacking, like a piling, like everything running hard into each other.
They say that there are real people who get up early and pull on running shoes and do just that, run, run down to the corner and turn and keep going until the sweat beads like a fiery crowning and their lungs heave till they might actually explode and it’s possible to feel like this is really the exercise of your life.
I had told my mother that once:
Your whole life can feel like you are running for your very life, like you are trying to out run a tsunami of stress.
Trying to stay ahead of everything that’s nipping hard at your heels. Whole decades can be marked by exhaustion.
The pastor had preached it and I had sat there between the Farmer and the kids and tried to keep my mind focused on the words and not the whirl of to-do lists in my head. He had had us stand and recite Psalm 23. Had us say it right out loud: Surely goodness and mercy shall pursue all the days of my life.
He said that you can think goodness and mercy just follow you, but the Hebrew word for ‘follow’ is ‘radaph’ and it means to “to pursue, to run after, to chase” or, quite literally, “to hunt you down”. The word radaph, that one that goodness and mercy is doing in Ps. 23:6, it is first found in Genesis 14, when Abram discovers that his nephew Lot has been kidnapped and Abram gathers an army of 318 men and “pursued them unto Dan” (Genesis 14:14). The word ‘pursued’ there? It’s is ‘radaph’.
I come home from Sunday sermon and write it in white on the blackboard. Radaph!
Chased!
And I can feel it, how when a new week starts to run after me, the goodness and mercy of God isn’t just following after me placidly. The goodness and mercy of God pursues after me passionately. It’s what I keep thinking, picking up lost legos, errant books — like how my mama used to dash off the front porch and run down the lane after me, waving about whatever book I forgot for school — and who else is behind a forgetful, rat-race world but the chasing God?
God is so bent on blessing, He chases.
God’s not out to get you — He’s out to give to you.
And God’s blessings don’t pursue temporarily — but relentlessly. It’s right there in His Word: His goodness and mercy pursue me not just some days — but all the days of my life. When I’m in a wilderness, His mercy and goodness run after me. When I’m hurting, His grace hunts for me. When I’m plagued by problems, His goodness pursues me.
No matter where I go, He has his two blessing men right there in hot pursuit: goodness and mercy, and no shadow of death can overshadow the goodness and mercy that shadows the child of God.
Even the discipline of the Lord can be a grace of the Lord and all the interruptions of a day can be the intercessions of Christ.
I whisper it to myself when it’s noon on the first day of the week and everything is closing in on me and I am already behind:
Whatever is chasing you — no matter what it looks like — it’s grace.
And grace isn’t what makes us feel good: grace is all that makes us more like Jesus.
I breathe deeper. I smile. I don’t feel anything pressing on my chest — I feel relieved. Like I can re-live.
Because the real truth is: God wants to bless more than we want to be to be blessed. So why run from whatever God is giving? It’s only got to be for my ultimate good and His ultimate glory.
We don’t live in pursuit of a better life – it’s the blessed life that’s in pursuit of us.
It’s there on the counter, that open journal where I count gifts, and it may feel like I’m looking for goodness and mercy, but it’s grace and mercy that finds me. No one chases grace — but grace chases everyone.
I feel like a happy fool making lunch in the kitchen, piano notes banging loud in the basement, washing machine humming too, and I am laughing over nothing, over everything, over joy, a love like this. Radaph on the wall, goodness and mercy everywhere —
And nothing can overwhelm me — like grace can overtake me.
No matter when you look over your shoulder, that’s what you find: God’s blessings overtaking you. No matter what a day, a life, looks like, this is what it all stacks up to for every person on the planet: We are all chased by grace.
No matter what is hounding, the Hound of Heaven is closer — His warm breath of blessing right there on the nape of my neck.
And in the kitchen, with the timer beeping — I reach over, kiss a boy smack on the forehead, the world full of His goodness and mercy and Glory —
and I am slowed and I turn right around.
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Surely Your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life… Ps. 23:6 NLT
Your beauty and love chase after me … Ps. 23:6 MSG
…. that He RADAPHs after us with beauty and love goodness and mercy — chased by grace! more of His endless, One Thousand Gifts … thanks be to God for all of these blessings:
that I have an oldest daughter who sees me anxious & whispers: “What can you give thanks for right now, Mom?” {#4274}
rubbing the back of a boy who falls asleep at the table. {#4275}
that the weekend saw closets all cleaned out & a bedroom painted just plain white & homemade strawberry ice cream {#4276}
that the thing that I am uptight about this week? It’s really grace coming up behind me {#4277}
#8 this week on the NYTimes Bestsellers this week, week #49 of people waking to all this God goodness chasing them! {#4278}
That the Lord is our Shepherd and He leads us to quiet pastures and everything we need {#4279}
that His Love and Beauty and Mercy chase after me today — & nothing can overwhelm like His grace overtakes {#4280}
Join us? And happily change everything by keeping your own crazy list of One Thousand Gifts?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!
Really — Take the crazy Joy Dare!
Print it out for the fridge {and the kids} : use these prompts to give thanks for these gifts from God.
Why bother?
When thanks to God becomes a habit, so joy in God becomes your life.
Because those who keeping a gratitude list:
1. Have a relative absence of stress and depression. (Woods et al., 2008)
2. Make progress towards important personal goals (Emmons and McCullough, 2003)
3. Report higher levels of determination and energy (Emmons and McCullough, 2003)
4. Feel closer in their relationships and desire to build stronger relationships (Algoe and Haidt, 2009)
5. Increase your happiness by 25% — (Who wouldn’t want a quarter more happiness!) (McCullough et al., 2002)
Who doesn’t want all that?
Click here to print out August’s Joy Dare Put it on the fridge! Dare the Kids! And begin this month-- right!
Count three gifts a day, 1000 gifts in 2012 (and be entered to win the NikonD90 camera?)
Thank-you is a word that can change you, your world — the whole world!
HOW TO ENTER August’s GIVEAWAY:
Each day of August, either share your gifts on on Twitter {label with #1000gifts #JoyDare so we can find you!}, or with us in the gratitude community at Facebook , or on Pinterest (#1000gifts).
Each day, 3 people will who share their gifts via Twitter, Facebook or Pinterest will be randomly selected & entered into a drawing for JOY BASKET: a gift card @ Amazon {100$} & {signed copies of One Thousand Gifts, the photographic gift book
, the DayBrightner, and the family gratitude journal} Give thanks to Him in the assembly!
Join us? And happily change everything by keeping your own crazy list of One Thousand Gifts?
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August 18, 2012
weekends are for standing
‘With all this going for us, my dear, dear friends, stand your ground.
And don’t hold back.
Throw yourselves into the work of the Master, confident that nothing you do for Him is a waste of time or effort.”
Weekend Inspiration:
Creative Inspiration for the Weekend :What you must remember if you are ever going to live a creative life. (Isn’t this true?) and… 100 shots of little people to improve your family photography (inspiring!)
{You are living these 7 Habits of Creativity and making happy time everyday to be creative, yes?}
Kitchen Love on the Weekend We’re making Peach Pie here this weekend… doesn’t this look delicious? Make a fruit pie with us this weekend? (Are you joining us for the Easy Plan for the last 14 Days of Summer? Share your photos with us on FB or twitter? Feel free to tag it: #giftofsummer Enjoy these last days of August!
Gardening on the Weekend My Absolute Favorite thing to do in the Garden : and now is the perfect time to do it! “Collecting seeds is one of those activities that makes me feel like a wealthy woman…”
Prayers on the Weekend Pray for your husband 20 minutes a day: “At the top of each hour, spend 2 minutes praying for him {specifically}. Do this between the hours of 8 am and 5 pm (give or take depending on your schedule). THAT’S 20 MINUTES A DAY!” … let’s set our clock timers and pray for our men!
Thinking on the Weekend What would you grab if your house was burning down? : “If your house was burning, what would you take with you? It’s a conflict between what’s practical, valuable and sentimental. What you would take reflects your interests, background and priorities. Think of it as an interview condensed into one question.” Fascinating website of how people answered just that one question.
<Printable for the WeekendOne for the back door this weekend: (or every weekend?) I’m printing it out for the fridge today! #giftofsummer
Gift for the Weekend:
Perfect for a woman in your life this week: Making one of these lovelies for someone you love!
And aren’t these beautiful?
And, yes, ma’am, then print out these bevy of free printables to go along with it, to make give a bit of happy joy-in-a-box?
{Lifeway‘s tells me that it too is offering One Thousand Gifts at half price, if that helps anyone? Thank you for grace.}
Work Encouragement for the Weekend:
For several years now, I’ve been connected to a group of writers and bloggers at The High Calling. They believe in the value of regular work as a way to honor God. They reminds us that God calls farmers or dishwashers or teachers or construction workers just as much as He call pastors. What we do matters to God. We are all in full-time ministry.
It’s easy for Christians to sometimes forget this. So The High Calling has put together a lot of resources to help churches and small groups organize a special service that honors people in the workplace. You don’t have to register. You don’t have to pay anything. It is just their attempt to help Christians remember that God cares about your daily work, no matter what you do. Consider sharing these resources with your small group or faith community or family this coming Labor Day Sunday . Want to know that your work matters to God? Check out Labor Day Sunday.org
Truth for the Weekend: (HT: The Gospel Coalition) You can’t watch this and not think about loving your life and your Lord!
Worship for the Weekend …. Seasons change and people move on and nothings remains the same — but this is what we sing to our Savior: Everything moves but You! Singing it with you this weekend, friends!
{Christa telling the poignant story behind this song, one that every mama can relate to… and all of Christa’s song worship to the Lord is offered here… {Please consider clicking off music slider just below top nav bar to hear this song of grateful worship. RSS readers can view video here… }
May the grace and truth of our Father surprise you all over again this weekend, friends…
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August 17, 2012
The Easy Plan Before Summer Ends . . . . . . {14 Things to do in the last 2 weeks}
Two weeks left.
Two weeks of sweet corn and swimming suits and bare toes and zinnia bouquets and light like this in their hair and all the days are adding up to make years
And before the sun even comes up, the clock ticking so loud in my ears, there’s this rolling over toward the Farmer, this desperate murmur,
Only two more weeks left of summer —- what are we going to do?
He doesn’t even open his eyes.
Be grateful
ad he draws me so close the words brush my ear,
those words of every soul whisperer,
and you don’t even miss a beat when gratitude to God’s the beat of your heart.
And before the sun goes down, kids carry cobs up to the side porch and we sit there in this circle husking and I keep looking round at their sun-kissed faces, that’s all I can think, my hands all full of these husks:
It’s never the wasting of time that hurts so much as the wasting of ourselves.
There are husks and silks all over the porch. Who cares what the calendar says?
Calendars can con: there are really only as many days left as you actually really live. In the end, everyone ends up at the length of their lives — but only a few live the whole width of a life.
And that night, after everyone leaves the dinner table, I’m still sitting there —
eating the last of chocolate crumbs right off the plate.
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The Easy Before-Summer-Ends Plan
{14 Things to do in the last 2 weeks}
Just one a day:
1. Make a fruit pie
2. Eat under stars
3. Walk through one woods
4. Dip both feet in water
5. Sing hymns around flame {choice: candles or campfire}
6. Lick drippy ice cream
7. Find a swing and swing high
8. Pick a bouquet of wildflowers : set in sill. Or give it away.
9. Play one game of anything out on grass {frisbee, baseball, soccer, croquet, volleyball}
10. Eat something fresh {from the garden or the market or your mother’s}
11. Lay down on grass, look up and watch clouds for five minutes
12. Go to a park and play until something in you feels lighter
13. Open a window. Listen to the world. Slow. Still.
Pray before that open window.
14. Sit with someone you love and watch the sunset. Say it out loud: Thank you.
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