8/28/10

What Consumes Me? Bubble Gum Cigarettes and Vernors Ginger Ale

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I remember camping as a child at a little state park nestled on the banks of Mullet Lake in northern Michigan.

Now when most people think of camping, they think of campfires, chilly nights, and toasting marshmallows. Not me. When I think of camping as a child, I think of an endless candy counter.

You see, I was given fifty cents to spend at the campground store each night. Fifty cents went a long way. Delirious from the sheer abundance of choice, I would stand paralyzed at the counter. How could I possibly choose? I wanted it all!

Pop Rocks, Nerds, Pixy Sticks, Lemonheads, Bubble Gum Cigarettes, Fireballs, and Whatchamacallits. Ouch, are your teeth aching yet? Top all of the above goodness off with a Vernors ginger ale, and you have one crazy, happy kid.

Fast forward and arrive in the present time, and guess what? I still struggle with wanting it all. No, not the sugar. I’ll pass, and no, I don’t want material objects.

My candy craving as an adult takes on the form of contentment, and only now am I starting to realize that being content is a high hurdle that must be jumped in order to become a GRACIOUS GIVER.

Content isn’t when I get this article published I will be content.

Content isn’t when I follow the exercise routine I have set up in my head I will be content.

Content is being fine with myself and my abilities right here and now, (as flawed as I may be!) and loving myself just the same.

Content is sweeping out all of the “me, me, me” clutter that’s been clogging up my mind and putting some energy into loving others.

What about you? How do you fight the battle of being content?

Along the same lines of being content with who you are, check out this fresh, new voice over at Immersionblog-apy.


8/25/10

Here God, Catch!



I subscribe to a newsletter called Daily Reflection and Prayer From The High Calling of Our Daily Work. I signed-up for this when I became a member of High Calling Blogs (By the way, HCB is an amazing community of writers. Click on over and check out the talent seeping through the pages).

Anyway, in a recent newsletter, Mark D. Roberts quoted Psalm 55:22.

Give your burdens to the Lord, and he will take care of you. He will not permit the godly to slip and fall.

This verse caught my attention for two reasons. One, I feel as if I have some burdens lately. Don’t we all? Two, this verse contains the word GIVE, and as you know, I’ve been praying about the concept of GIVING and what GIVING truly means to my family.

Anyway, Roberts went on to say the Hebrew meaning of the word “give” in this verse is different than our current understanding of the word “give”. He states the Hebrew word in this sentence for give is shalakh, and shalakh doesn’t mean to hand something over nicely. Instead, it means “to throw” or “to hurl”.

Hmmm. God wants us to throw something at Him? When we say we are going to “give” a problem to God, I always envision myself gently placing a worry in God’s hands, but no, that’s wrong.

Hurling seems too strong of a word, and yet, that is what God wants from us. He wants us to pick up that massive boulder that is weighing us down and not hand it to Him nicely, but He wants us to intentionally throw it at Him.

I shouldn’t doubt His ability to catch it or deal with my problems. Yet, why do I hesitate to toss life's challenges to God? It's not like I want to carry so much on my own. Plus, I don’t want these issues floating around my head. I know I need to get rid of my burdens. However, because of control or maybe just habit, I continue to carry things that weigh me down. Well, not today.

Get ready God, I have a few things I’m throwing your way.

What about you? What are you willing to SHALAKH to God today?


8/23/10

When It All Breaks

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Lately things in my life have been breaking. The washing machine, the dishwasher, the air conditioner. Nothing we can’t live without, but definitely things that annoy us and disrupt daily life.

As our family sat on the side of the highway in yet another broken item, our jeep, I laughed in an it’s-not-really-funny sort of way. Minutes later a friend just happened to be driving our same route, and she spotted us. She quickly stuffed our family into her minivan and graciously took us home. Walking up my driveway, I thought about how good it is that we don’t have to do life alone.

I entered my house and the phone was ringing. I didn’t catch the call in time, but when I listened to the message, it was another friend, “We saw your jeep, and just wanted to make sure you guys were all right.” Yes, it’s good to share our life with others.

Later when my husband went back to assess the hunk of junk, he noticed a man and a woman looking into the windows. As he got closer, he realized he knew these people, more friends. “We were just passing, and wanted to see if we could help.” Nope, we are not alone.

Trying to figure out this whole GRACIOUS GIVING thing is easier when I look around and see the variety of people God has woven into our life. What an amazing gift He has given me, the gift of friends.


8/21/10

101 Reasons Why I Can't Write (Fine, just the six that are currently driving me crazy)

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Why can’t I find time to write? Let the whining begin.

-Every time I try to write in the evening, my husband calls me into the living room to a view a “just can’t miss” clip off of America’s Funniest Home Videos. By the way, I do not find these clips remotely funny…at all.

-Even though I say “please just give me twenty minutes to write," within that twenty minutes I am required to answer a variety of questions including the following: “What’s the difference between a rock and a gem? What do hip hop shoes look like? What exactly are cheese balls made of?” Note: I do not know the answers to any of the above, but to avoid a prolonged conversation, I make them up.

-The phone will not stop rrrrrringing.

-Even though the high school darlings I teach don’t follow me home, their stories do.

-The love-of-my-life just called and he knows this is the time I write, but please, please, please for the love of all that is holy, just let him coach me through his Fantasy Football draft. He won’t be home for another hour, and the draft started ten minutes ago.

-Apparently, my family needs to eat.

So tell me friends, what do you do to block out the world and WRITE?

8/16/10

Random Acts of Selflessness (A Guest Post By Jen)

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Sometimes you read a comment that sits with you long after you log off and continue on with your day. About a week ago, Jen from Finding Heaven commented about a Random Acts of Selflessness Chart she created for her family. Hmmm. The idea resonated with me. Isn't part of GRACIOUS GIVING being selfless? Yes indeed, I think it is. I wanted to hear more, and luckily, Jen was willing to share.

Here's Jen-

“Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others. “

Phil 2: 3-4

The Random Acts of Selflessness chart was born out of both biblical teaching and sheer frustration. My two daughters seemingly incessant fighting was sending me over the edge and my own selfish behavior was driving me nuts.

Two forces. One edge. I teetered on the precipice. Enter in the selfless chart. An idea inspired by God to keep me sane.

The basic premise is not much different from the ordinary behavior chart – choose to think of someone else’s needs or desires first and you get a smiley face. After I drew out the chart on some construction paper, I called a family meeting. Around the table we sat – my husband, my six year-old, my four year-old, and myself.

We went over the definitions. What does it mean to be selfish? What does it mean to be selfless? How does Jesus want us to be? Then there was my personal confession. There have been times that I don’t do things for Daddy or for you because I am too involved in what I want to do. Then, I related it to them. I’ve noticed that you girls have been fighting a lot over your toys instead of sharing them or making compromises. I think that if we get in the habit of thinking about each other before we make a decision, we might show each other more love and have more peace in our house.

I then told them that we all had two jobs. One was to practice being selfless – putting other people and their needs before our own. The other was to recognize when someone else was being selfless. I think recognizing the goodness in the actions of others often prompts us to act in pleasing ways as well. When all four of us had filled in all the squares with smiley faces, we would celebrate with a special family event – a dinner out, a movie, or another adventure of our choosing.

In our family, the chart has provided us with a point of departure for discussions about what it means to be selfless in a myriad of different scenarios. Some examples:

My older daughter saw the Pledge and rag left on the dining room table. She picked them up and started cleaning for me.

The two kids were arguing over a plastic snake (really?) and I asked both girls how they could be selfless in this situation. Abby told me she could let Hannah have it for a while. Hannah told me that she could wait to play with it until Abby was finished.

I let my husband sleep in on Saturday morning, which is something I normally claim as my luxury.

My husband made the bed – without me having to ask him to do it.

I realize that you might see the inherent flaw in this chart. To really be selfless in any given moment, one does not think about self or smiley faces on a chart. And in all reality, there exists the likely possibility that sometimes my children do these “selfless” acts so that they can put another smiley face on the next square. The truth is, though, even if they have this underlying motivation, they do still practice the act of putting someone else’s needs in front of their own. And the fact is, little kids do things for external rewards. Um, grown-ups do things for external rewards. The theory is that even if those external rewards are the initial prompting for doing what is right, they will also see the internal rewards are just as great. When we are selfless, when we do give, there are natural rewards – we feel good about putting ourselves second as we give someone else joy. We feel good about aspiring to be more like Jesus.

As a parent, I want to provide my children numerous opportunities to do good things, to set the stage for loving acts, to teach them what it means to be selfless in a very tangible way. To be fully honest, I need the conversations just as much as they do in order to remind myself of what it means to be selfless as well. Knowing that my children are looking to me as an example, makes me think twice before I complain about helping them clean their room or do the laundry or help a neighbor.

Am I sane now? No, not really. But, I feel a little bit better with the new framework we have in place. There is still fighting in my house, but we have a way to discuss it fruitfully now. Complaints still slip from my lips and I find myself thinking sometimes about my husband, “Well, what selfless thing has HE done today?” instead of just being grateful for what he has done and for who he is. And every time I turn around, I see the chart. I am reminded of the way that Jesus has called us to live. I know what I desire more than anything– for me and my family. I toss up a prayer and simply say, Less of me, more of You.


8/13/10

Heads Up! Incoming Canned Goods

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I heard a quote recently that struck me. A woman named Amy Sherman said the following about the Good Samaritan:

“It’s not like he stood on the other side of the road and threw canned goods and religious tracts at the guy. He crossed the road. He got up close and personal. He dirtied his own hands…”

Isn’t that a great visual?

Here, I know you're hungry. I’m going to toss you some Great Value French cut green beans, and a short, little reading on Jesus.

Just stay where you are.

Here it comes.

Ready?

One, two, three-

Stay put buddy, and I will also get you stewed tomatoes asap.

I don’t want to be all heady and philosophical (HA! Hello, because I’m not!) about GIVING, and I know I don’t want to be a tosser of canned goods. So tomorrow my family and I are volunteering at a community event. Please hold all applause because here’s a little secret. I don’t want to go to this shindig. Nope, I do not want to go at all. I mean we are talking zero desire to assist.

However, I do want to get a better idea of what is happening in my community, and I do want to participate in volunteer service outside of my church, and I do want to spend time with my family. So I will go, but tossing a couple nonperishable items at someone sounds pretty tempting right now.

8/9/10

Getting Messy



A couple posts ago, I wrote about getting messy. You know the kind of messy that forces you to get involved in someone’s life even if you end up a little dirty along the way. Anyway, I wrote about it, and I wrote that I don’t really like it. No sirree. And surprise! A week hasn’t changed much, and I still don’t like relationship messiness.

I’m a pretty together girl, and I pride myself on that false togetherness. So sometimes it’s hard for me to reach out to those going through something serious. I know, I know, where is the GIVING heart in that little tidbit?

The whole idea of messiness started me thinking about a time in which someone allowed themselves to get a little dirty from my problems. Maybe if I thought about a time like this, it would help me learn from their GRACIOUS GIVING.

I thought about this for .2 seconds before I knew the answer. Although the answer could be any number of people, the answer is Susan.

In college, Susan listened, and listened, and listened again to the same story told every way imaginable. She maintained interest in the same old problem that never seemed to find resolution. She watched as I walked forward, stumbled, and then fell back again. She listened until I was sick of hearing myself talk, and then she took me out to one of our regularly scheduled 1:00 am breakfasts so she could listen some more.

I’m sure it wasn’t easy to be my friend during this time, but Susan didn’t give up on me, or my ability to come out of my mess a better person.

What about you? Can you think about a time in which you were blessed by someone’s decision GIVE the extra time and effort to meet a need in your life? Let’s hear about it.


8/5/10

My Girl's View

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So incorporating GRACIOUS GIVING into life can be difficult, but sometimes I make things a wee bit harder than they really are.

Case in point- As soon as I started seeking out fun volunteer ideas for my family, I came across this cool non-profit organization that helps keep local rivers clean. We love the outdoors. We love water. A whole family activity? This could be good.

One of the activities this organization does is Adopt-A-Stream where you go out with a group of people and participate in a river clean-up. So I called to see what our family could do and the volunteer coordinator called me back, but by the time he called back, we were out of town. So I called again, and again my phone call was returned, but at that time, the coordinator didn’t need volunteers. Bummer. A couple weeks later, the coordinator called again, but the time he had in mind for us to volunteer wasn’t going to work. Do you see where this is going? Um, yes nowhere. I was disappointed. The whole idea sounded like a worthy cause and fun.

Then, oh yeah, I realized, our family probably didn’t need a group of people to hike around the river with in order to do a clean-up. I mean couldn’t we just grab some garbage bags and have our own little clean-up? Yes, yes, good idea and so we did.

Here’s MY GIRL'S VIEW (For those of you who don't know, I pay my wonderful 2nd grade daughter to complete little write-ups on some of our giving related activities...enjoy the following, it cost me a quarter):

Our family is working on giving. Today we cleaned up the park. We found bottle caps, plastic cups, and all kinds of things. We did this so people don’t slip on trash, and fall down, and we don’t want this to hurt plants or animals. You can pick up trash at parks. It is easy. Love, Amelia

Not a lot of time, very little planning, outside activity, family fun. Nice. Plus, you can thank us for picking up that plastic cup, so the next time you are at the park you "don't slip on trash and fall down".

What are some of the easy and informal ways your family GIVES to others?

8/2/10

The Gift of Tears

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You see, as a part of my journey in becoming a GRACIOUS GIVER, I'm realizing I live in a pretty desensitized place. I don't like messy. I don't like hurting. I don't like opening my eyes to the pain around me.

However, to truly see the needs of others, and become a GIVER I know I need to let myself get a little emotionally dirty. Ugh.

God knows I have trouble thinking outside of myself and my life, and because of this, He's showing me the pain that is happening right before me, the pain in which the PEOPLE IN MY LIFE carry. The pain I can acknowledge, but find easier to push away. He's intensifying it, and has been letting their stories ring in my head.

The murder of a child finally solved, but a family left broken.

The military wife eating alone again.

The death of a family member who few ever understood.

The diagnosis of a terrible disease on a beautiful girl.

The hurting soul of someone willing to grab at anything for happiness.

The near death of a toddler.

The unfaithfulness of a husband.

The family secrets that no one discusses.

The crumbling of a shiny life.

The reverse 911 call we just received about a missing seventeen-year-old-girl.

My eyes are opening to those around me, and my heart is breaking- only a tiny fraction of what God’s breaks every minute, but it is breaking.

What about you? Are your eyes closed to something in your life because it is easier to ignore?