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Wylie Graduates

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On Sunday Wylie Allman Greer, age 17, graduated from Greenbrier High School.

He graduated with honors.

He graduated with the love and support and cheers of the village that has helped raise him.

And then he ate his weight in catfish and pie and we all joined in and celebrated his next adventure (ergo the globe theme) with him.

I don’t have words yet for all of it yet, but I wanted to get the pictures up before the moment passed.

I feel a little bit like Mary, storing up these treasures, pondering them in my heart.

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Published on May 22, 2018 13:25

For a few years now I have wanted a new bible. Specifically, I wanted a journaling bible and a bible not in KJV, NIV, or The Message translations because I have those. (Also, hello Bible Gateway.) I began by looking for a journaling bible in the NRSV translation because that is translation that our readings come from on Sunday. But as it is a newer translation there are less options in style and format. But again, hello Bible Gateway, and my Forward Movement app (which has the daily readings in the NRSV translation along with a ton of other great daily prayer and lectionary resources.)

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Also, let’s be honest. I wanted a pretty bible. I wanted a bible that was ascetically pleasing, not just utilitarian. I wanted a bible that looked a bit sacred, a bit romantic. That looked lovely and set apart all at once.

I found the Thrive bible (NLT) about a year or more ago and fell in love with it’s cover and heft. I loved the linen, the stitching detail (so reminiscent of At Home in this Life, the printed pattern on the spine, even the font choices. I loved the size and the weight. I also loved that it had journaling space on every page. Also, it was a translation that I mostly liked and didn’t have.

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It would take me over a year to work up the courage to buy this bible. Why? Because I kept telling myself it was silly to want a pretty bible. I kept thinking about all the cool kid spiritual writers who would probably never even think about whether their bible was pretty or not. I kept telling myself that no serious writer and minister would have such a bible.

Which was pretty much like telling myself that I am a silly person altogether. That how I have been created -to be someone who loves Jesus and the lovely fonts, mess and beauty, gingham and theology – is all wrong and silly.

The whole time I told myself that story I was trying to make my essential being smaller. Silly is word that carries a lot of heft for me. It is probably the #1 word I use against myself, and I was dwelling in a deeply rooted story of shame that goes way back to the days of pigtails and pinafores, and the first time someone I loved told me I was silly for caring about the things I cared about. It was a lie a took to heart, a lie that ran like a broken record in my head and heart for 38 years.

Lord, forgive me for trying to hide what you have created.

For me, a lot of the past year has been about letting go of that shame and the stories that I tell myself because of it. It has been about owning and celebrating how I am created. Full stop.

So, I bought the bible.

And I adore it. It looks like me.

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Published on May 02, 2018 06:40

Some things never change… A Conversation

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“Did you ever think I would go to prom in a skirt?”

The kid is standing over me, dressed in black dockers, a green, almost pin-striped, button down shirt, with a suit vest over it, opened (of course) and a tan felt hat, (maybe a fedora?) pushed up and cocked to one side over his floppy pewter colored hair. (I say pewter because the blue dye has faded into his blond in such a way that his head is now covered with a baby fine mop of grayish hair.)

“You’re wearing a kilt. That’s not exactly the same as a skirt.” I reply over my the top of my readers. (I cannot believe I wear readers. Or that I now say things of an incredulous nature over the top of them to my children.)

“Yeah, but did you ever think?” he ask. His eyes are all twinkly and bubbly in that way that happens when he is himself. His real self.

“Well, you are currently dressed like a newspaper man from the 1930’s. (I say this with much mirth) So, no, I am not terribly surprised.”

His eyes twinkle again. He laughs. The microwave dings and he goes for his popcorn.

He is heading downstairs to watch Casablanca, or Peaky Blinders, or The Civil War by Ken Burns.

Please dear God, I pray, may some things never change.

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Published on April 24, 2018 06:04

The Rhythm of the Year, Entering Lent

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If January has become my month for hibernating, then February is the month when my cocoon becomes a little too tight. The month when Spring is the yet-not-yet, when winter holds on with it’s cold and clingy fist, when it’s too soon and all over simultaneously. The month when when I crave BIG change just in order to make SOMETHING come alive, yet am still groggy from my self-imposed long winters nap.

This is our 4th February at Preservation Acres, and for the first time I am beginning to understand the rhythm of life here- both internally and externally,- a rhythm tied to both the land and to the liturgical year. Which, in my geographical location, means that in February I often get a double dose of introspection and angst. You see, Lent generally shows up just as the winter cocoon becomes too much, and I want to burst free into new life, new ideas, new projects.

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But bursting forth isn’t really Lent’s jam, just as planting tomatoes and zinnia’s isn’t really Februarys. That sort of exuberance and new life-ness is for Eastertide.

No, Lent is for introspection. For repentance. For remembering the wilderness of the soul, for pondering a life without hope.

It is a season for for simplicity. For waiting. For preparing. For prayer. For giving.

It isn’t a 40-day diet, or exercise plan, or a chance to become more organized or organic (at last!)

Instead, it is a chance to peel away the layers of distraction that keep us removed from the beautimess that is living at the intersection of holiness and humanity. The place where love is and does.

Lent is the place where we come face to face the whole dust-to-dust business, and on the farm, February is the place where we remember how little our will in the in-between matters.

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On the farm, in February, it seems that we are more at the mercy of Mother Nature and Father Time than at any other part of the year.

It may rain. It may snow. It may freeze.

The sun may shine.

The bulbs might break free from the earth too soon, the levy may wash out, the earth may remain hard, the mud might be hip deep.

We may run out of fire wood, we might throw open the windows and crank up the fans.

February is full of false starts and delayed plans.

February is happy to show you your place in the great scheme of things.

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Which is why, as soon as the hearts and ribbons of Valentine’s Day are packed away, I begin to haunt the garden stores for succulents.

Desperate for some sign of life dependable.

Desperate for manageable.

Hungry for easy.

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Over the past few years these funny rubber plants have become my Lenten icons. A way to bridge the yet-not-yet gap between Epiphany and Easter. Little burst of green scattered throughout the house, their steady and low-drama existence reminders that out of patience and contentment come good things.

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Especially if I will be present to the wisdom in the waiting.

If I can let my plans and my timing be laid low, setting aside the distractions of what could be, and gratefully cultivating what is instead.

This is my hope for Lent, the lessons the land is showing me, my prayer.

Selah.

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Published on February 26, 2018 06:24

Back at It

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It’s a sick day around Preservation Acres. Possible ear infections, flu or mono… Waiting for doctors appointments later this afternoon for official diagnosis. Of course it may just be the meanness coming out of us. That is what my Maw always said. Just the meanness coming out…

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I wonder how many photo’s I have taken of muffins over the years. Dozens upon dozens upon dozens. I don’t know why, except that they always look so photogenic. And the sun always seems to be shining when they come out of the oven. These were so light and fluffy. Minimal stirring helps that. The more you work your batter, the tougher your muffins will be.

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The house has a cold too. She hasn’t really felt much like getting it together since Christmas came down. Things are just sitting around, willy nilly, no one is sure where they want to hang or land. But it will all come together eventually.

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Gus needs a haircut, but that is nothing new. Another sign of the laziness of winter.

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One of the things I have missed over the past year or so, is blogging just to blog. Just throwing up pictures and recording bits of our life. No deep thoughts, no real point. Part of the reason has been finding the time, or rather making the time. Choosing the time. Not just for posting, but for taking photos, for observing life as it is, for noticing.

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This past week I stumbled on a new Tumblr site, and there I found this statement:

Instead of thinking big, think small. Instead of going anywhere you can dream, stay. Plant gardens and care for the soil. Build deeper friendships, better minds, marriages, families, and communities. -penelopejune: @instagram

I think I need this printed on a poster or tattooed on my forearm. Especially in February when I get antsy for change, waiting for Spring to arrive. These are the things I want to be better about noticing, the things I want to record. The things I am going to work at sharing on Mondays.

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In between the muffins and the doctors appointments and the deadlines.

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PS – Lent is about to begin, and if you are looking to try something new, consider the Faith-at-Home project that I put together for Forma. There is something for all ages, for each week of Lent-Pentecost.

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Published on February 12, 2018 08:51

An Examen of January

Every so often I will be posting a sort of round-up post based on the practice of Praying the Examen. Here is one for January 2018.

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Step 1. Become aware of God’s presence in and around and through all things.

The more we add to life here at Preservation Acres, the more aware I become of God’s presence in and through and around all things. The more things we plant, care for, raise, feed, water, weed, prune and pet, the more connected I become to the heartbeat of God within, the wider my understanding of the world becomes.

These goats were my Christmas gift from Sweet Man. They are pygmies and are named Jack the Nudger and Charlie Brown. Sometimes I just go and sit in their pen and soak in their joy – the funny little gallop they do when I bring their breakfast, the way Jack (who used to run from any contact) will now let me stroke his nose and forehead. The way Charlie will climb in my lap and try to eat my jacket, his funny ears like velvet next to my cheeks.

Strange as it may seem, there is stillness and a rootedness that happens when I just sit with the goats, an internal peace that I can’t find anywhere else.

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PB & J – Perfect together since 2018

Step 2. Review the month with gratitude. Use the Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, prayer if needed

You might not know who this amazing joyous man is, but he is the Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church and his name is Michael Curry. This man brings joy to my heart , not because of his position, but because of his unabashed love for Jesus, his GREAT enthusiasm for sharing the gospel, and his boldness in proclaiming love, mercy, and justice for ALL people, in the name of Christ, Amen.

And because he is fearlessly leading our wing of the Church in this way I love him all the more.

I was lucky enough to get to hug his neck and sit at his feet and learn last week during the Forma Conference in Charleston. Also, I found myself throwing a lot of Amen’s, clapping old style and raising my hands high (which did this post-evangelical emergent charismatic-ish Episcopalian’s heart GOOD.)

If you want to be convicted and inspired and encouraged, then by all means, watch his sermon HERE. (NOTES – skip to 16:39 min to start service, you can see my beaming face during the gospel reading around 36min and, his sermon starts around 37min)

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Step 3. Pay attention to and name the emotions from this month

There are a lot of changes on the horizons, some that are beyond me or my control – at work (we will have a new priest, and I a new boss, sometime this year), at home (Wylie will leave for college)- and some that will require me to step up and be brave (such as in my ever-evolving career of writing and speaking and choices regarding when and if we will adopt), and with all of these changes come bits of fear and sadness and hope and joy, emotions that wash in and out, out and in, like the tide.

Historically, January is a hard month for me. The pressure to START FRESH always wears me out, because quite frankly, all I want to do in January, at least in the first few weeks, is sleep and restore. No new plans, no fresh starts, no diets, no purging the junk the drawer, no new goal-setting. Just rest. And this year – having just left the Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride of 2017 behind, and all these impending changes on the horizon – the idea of trying to manufacture some sort of enthusiasm and burst of productivity was beyond me.

So, for the first time ever, I decided to completely gave myself over to my natural rhythm, a rhythm anchored by stillness and quiet.

Instead of being a month of beginnings, for me, I declared January a fallow month. A month to let the land and my body rest. A month to sleep as much as possible, to eat hearty food, to gather with friends, and to wait. To wait for warmth and spring and the call of the Spirit to begin again.

I listened to my body, being gentle with myself, allowing for tears and silence when needed, napping like a toddler, and protecting my restoration process when I could – standing still, honoring the work of the tide.

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4. Choose one hard truth from the month and pray from it. Ask to see God’s presence in the midst of it

One hard truth. One. That is a tough choice in a month of of hard truths. Especially if I am asking to see God’s presence in the midst of it.

Yesterday a friend posted this:

This morning we heard from Chester Johnson* about the pain of uncovering the history of the Elaine Arkansas Race Massacre. He spoke on his inability to reconcile what he learned of his grandfather’s participation as a member of the Klu Klux Klan and his own memory of his grandfather as loving caretaker.

The phrase that stuck out to me was inability to reconcile.

This is the hardest truth of all the hard truths of the past month. This is the hard truth of where I am right now.

I have a profound inability to reconcile.

I cannot reconcile the current choices and beliefs of people I love, with the choices and beliefs that they taught me as a child.

In large part because this is a matter of faith, a matter of understanding who Jesus is, about what the Gospel means, what our call as Christians is.

It is as if I have stumbled onto one of those dolls where if you turn it one way it is Little Red Riding Hood and if turn it the other way there is the Big Bad Wolf.

My experience has mostly been of Little Red Riding Hood, but lately the Wolf keeps turning up, and I am so disoriented. I feel abandoned.

Even though I logically understand the progression, this still undoes me completely, and I cannot make heads or tails of it in my heart. I cannot comprehend it in any sort of rational way that helps me sleep at night.

And so the only place I can see the presence of God in the midst of it all, is to remember that God is not undone by these choices.

God is not stymied or flustered or at a loss by the current state of things.

Heartbroken? Perhaps. But somehow big enough to not be undone by the heartbreak. Somehow big enough and whole enough and LOVE enough to hold it all.

So this is where I see God in the midst of this hard truth, in my inability to reconcile.

God holds us all. The table remains.

This is the light I cling to, and Help me, Help me, Help, is the place I pray from, when the heartbreak and confusion of how we got here is just too much.

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Step 5. Look toward tomorrow with freedom and hope.

Ahh. This one is easy. The garden. Flowers and tomatoes and cabbages and radishes and peas and onions and…. Spring on the farm! It is COMING and I cannot wait.

This year Sweet Man and I are trying some different things in regards to how we plant, and I am so excited to begin, and dig in- literally.

Never have I needed to see new life sprout more than I do now.

Never have I needed to cooperate with God the act of creation more than I do now.

Never have I needed the hope and freedom that planting sustenance and beauty brings more than now.

Thank God for the gift of gardens. May we all be healed by their provisions.

Selah.

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Published on January 30, 2018 06:00

Sabbath Bags for the Cell Phone

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Hello friends! Did you think I fell off the face of the earth? Well, I guess I did a bit – work, and writing projects, and kid raising and getting a senior into college have pretty much eaten up the last month or so – but I wanted to pop back in and fill you in on a project that I shared about on The Open Door Sisterhood Podcast this week.

You may not know this, but part of my job is working with our youth at our church, and every year we have them all out to our farmstead for a holiday celebration (and before you attack me with candy canes for saying Holiday instead of Christmas, just remember that “holidays” is the modern version of “holy days” and that the Christmas season does not actually begin until Christmas day itself, but that the season of Advent is FULL of Holy Days! Okay, Liturgical PSA over..) Anyway, back to our holiday celebration…We have the kids out, set up an extreme hot chocolate bar, a bonfire (if the weather allows) and lots of outside fun.

This year I wanted to add a little something meaningful to the event give all the kids a small gift and a challenge for their Winter Break. So, inspired by these bags that the Hogwarts Chaplain told me about, I decided to make each kid a Sabbath Sleeping Bag for their cell phones. You see, instead of asking the kids to practice a Sabbath – something that seems unfamiliar and maybe archaic and strange to most of them- I thought I would ask them to allow their phones to take a Sabbath, which would in effect help them to unplug and experience a type of Sabbath themselves.

When Wylie was little the only way to effective punish him was to put whatever toy was currently his favorite in “time-out.” Putting Wylie in time-out did no good, but putting Elmo or his cowboy hat or his pirate ship in timeout? Now that was another matter. Removing Wyllie from the action didn’t help, but removing the thing that he loved most worked every time. Which is why I thought the Cell Phone Sabbath Sleeping Bag just be what our kids needed…

Working with teens requires a healthy mixture of snark and Jesus, so this is the letter I included with the bag:

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I made the bags using $1 deal letter stamps, black pigment ink pads, and muslin bags I ordered from Amazon.

I printed the letters on regular paper, tied them up with red and white bakers twine and put them inside each of the bags.

Then I challenged the kids to practice a cell phone Sabbath for a minimum of thirty minutes a day, hopefully building up over the two weeks, to Sabbath’s that last one – four hours (and no, sleeping hours don’t count!) As you can imagine there was some moaning, some exclamations proclaiming this an impossible task, and all sorts of protest, But some, maybe a few, seemed intrigued. Some even asked for extra bags to take home to their siblings with intentions of offering the challenge to their older siblings or parents. And you better believe that my kids (and me!) are going to practice Cell Phone Sabbath’s each and every day of the break. Hard as it may be.

If you make your own Sabbath bags make sure to post a pic on Instagram or my Facebook page and let us all cheer you on! I believe in us and our kids!

Happy Holidays my loves!

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Published on December 14, 2017 15:50

1st Annual Pumpkin Pickin at Preservation Acres

Well, we did it! We grew a pumpkin patch big enough to share and hosted a pickin!

It was hot as blue blazes and we had some stiff competition for attendance (homecomings, Eco-fest, band competitions…) but it was such a lovely day despite of it all! I think everyone who was able to come, really enjoyed the mellowness of it all – it was slow and gentle and peaceful (at least compared to must Pumpkin Patch experiences…) and restorative.

Peaceful is a word that we hear a lot about our little farmstead. Visitors always remark on how peaceful and peace-filled Preservation Acres is. And they are right. It really is a place that seems to be filled with light and peace, a place where when you arrive, you feel time slow down just a bit, where you can exhale a bit if your harried hurriedness and just enjoy being. It is one of the things I liked right away about this place. One of the things I am so grateful that we are able to share.

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‘Till next year’s picken!

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Published on October 17, 2017 13:37

Praying the Examen – A Simply Sacred Everyday Practice

You might have noticed (though I doubt it) that things here on the blog have grown quieter and quieter. Less post, less ta-da moments.

There are a multitude of reasons for this change, but one of the larger ones, one of the heavier ones, is that I have been lost as to how to keep this place authentic. Authentic to who I am, authentic to what I am wrestling with, AND authentic to what floats my boat.

You see the current state of our country feels incredibly heartbreaking and serious to me, And yet, at the same time, I am hanging porch swings and buying new throw pillows. I am devastated by all the hateful words that clutter my feeds and I am buoyed by trips to the county fair and my work in the football concession stands. I am grieving for Porto Rico, and I am thrilled by the sunflowers blooming in my yard at long last.

Until now I haven’t known how – or what – to write here. I haven’t known how to hold both truths in the same hand.

Another hurdle for me has been, how can I, through this little online space, live out what I believe my call is – to help others (and myself!) develop daily domestic discipleship practices that help us see, experience, and share the simply sacred moments of God’s goodness in our everyday lives. How could I do this in a practical, creative, sustainable and meaningful way?

And then, boom – Holy Spirit Light Bulb Moment!

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Thanks to my friend Lisa, I remembered The Daily Examen

The Daily Examen is a technique of prayerful reflection as described by Ignatius Loyola in his Spiritual Exercises. This is a technique that helps us reflect on the events of the day in order to detect God’s presence and discern his direction for us. The Examen is an ancient practice in the Church that can help us see God’s hand at work in our whole experience. (from IgnatianSpirituallity.com)

The beauty of the Examen is that it allows for both the beautiful and the hard. The pain and the joy. Neither need to be denied or minimized. This way of praying also helps us to remember that God is present in our sadness and our joy, in our fear and our courage, in our unknowing and in our boldness. This way of praying creates a mindfulness, an awareness that God’s presence (which is love and life in and of itself) is with and in us always. This inner knowing is what roots us to the present, helping us to see, celebrate, and learn from the simply sacred moments of each day, instead of living a pie-in-the sky denial or collapsing into a cynical heart.

Using St. Ignatius original steps as a springboard, this is the rhythm of prayer that I am going to be using as an outline for my post here on the blog from now until Advent. (And yes, I see each post as a sort of prayer offering. After all, every action can be a prayer if we only call it such with our intention!)

This is the rhythm that each weekly post will follow, a rhythm that any of us can use in our own personal prayer lives as well:

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1. Become aware of God’s presence in and around and through all things.

This week, and ever since we hung it up, I have felt God’s presence in and around and through me and all things most acutely here on my porch swing. It has been sitting here, on this very swing, where I have felt clouds part, questions answered, and fears soothed. I don’t know if it is because it forces me to do nothing but listen (I get motion sickness, so no reading or scrolling for me out here,) or if it is because I can see the pond and the sight of water is always healing for me, or if it is the musical squeaking tune of the old chains as I swish back and forth, back and forth that calms the restless chatter inside my head. Whatever the cause, this is the place I have met God most of often this past week.

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2. Review the week with gratitude. Use the Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, prayer if needed.

Recently we have started hosting a small group at our farm. It is chaotic (often as many kids as adults) and messy (kids, dogs, guinea hens…) and I am not sure we have accomplished much in the way of authentic community (I am a terrible small group leader and so I battle feelings of failure on this front before I have even failed!) BUT we have met twice. And everyone came back the second time. No one has quit yet. And this past week they brought Nathan and I birthday cake. And they help clean up the kitchen afterwards. And they leave when they need too and stay late when they need too. And I for all of this and so much more (especially the kids chasing the guineas and picking the pumpkins) I am so so grateful. Regular community around my table is something I have been longing for lately, and I am so very thankful that these people have agreed to try this framily experiment out with us. And that they seem excited to come back again.

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3. Pay attention to and name the emotions from this week.

A week ago (I cannot believe it was a whole week ago, it seems like three days) Sweet Man and I ran away for our birthday and took a day trip to one of our favorite parts of the state. We shopped at a friends boutique (yay Fresh Flowers sign!) ate AMAZING food, stood in front of masterpieces, saw a small town homecoming parade, and just enjoyed the heck out of each other. It was such a beautiful and unexpected day of joy and refreshment. I think I have been living off those emotions most of this week.

But I have also felt frustration with work related things, sadness for a co-workers loss, anger for not being understood, and peace in the middle of uncertainty. They have all come to me at different times, none is more valid than the other.

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4. Choose one hard truth from the week pray from it. Ask to see God’s presence in the midst of it.

One hard truth from this week is the weight and responsibility of raising teenagers was heavy this week. Raising babies is exhausting physically and emotionally (mostly because you are SO FREAKING TIRED!) but raising teenagers is like playing a high stakes game of chess against the yourself. You have to hold everything loosely and be incredibly thoughtful and intentional all at once. This week I had coffee with a friend I hadn’t seen since college, and we talked about our kids faith journeys and the ways in which our approach to sharing our faith with our kids looks the same and different from how our parents shared their faith with us. In the middle of that part of our conversation I was reminded that yes, I really do believe that God holds each of my boys in his hands. I do believe that God is at work in their lives in very unique ways, ways I cannot always see, ways they may not see, but ways all the same. This is something I forget a lot. Or maybe I don’t forget it, but I don’t live as if I remember it. So this week I am praying to remember that God is at work in my children’s lives. That God loves and holds them close. That God loves and holds me close as I parent them, imperfectly, messily, intentionally.

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5. Look toward tomorrow with freedom and hope.

This post is my looking forward with freedom and hope. I am excited about establishing this practice and spiritual discipline – for myself and for you. I want to live into the freedom of being ME. Of being someone who longs to hold both pain and beauty in the same hand and see the goodness of God in the midst of them. I have hope that God will meet me – the one who delights in new curtains on the kitchen door, and who mourns for the loss of kindness in our leadership – wherever I am, and that the Spirit will help me share each morsel of simply sacred goodness I find with anyone and everyone who needs it! Beginning with you : )

To this end I have created a Praying the Examen printable as a free download! Simply save the picture below, OR download it as a PDF in the shop! Pin it to your home screen, print it out and stick it in your planner or beside your bed, and use it daily or weekly to lead you in praying through the hard and beautiful sacred moments of your life.

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From now until Advent (December 3) I am planning to post here at least once a week, and I will be following this pattern as my own simply sacred practice. Praying with my words and images, sharing where I am struggling, what I am grateful for, and where I am seeing God in the beautimess… I don’t have any idea if this plan will produce “good” blog post or not, but I have an inkling that it will produce healing and hope in me. And maybe in you too. And more than good blog post, hope and healing is what I need most right now – don’t you?

Peace and blessings my friends until we meet up next –

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Published on October 06, 2017 10:57