Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Another Day

Today is one of those days when I can make or break it. I can choose to make it miserable for all those around me, or I can step up in grace and faith that God wants me to succeed and He is with me to that end.

Here are my complaints-

1. My poor baby was up solid until 2:15... then slept fitfully until 5:30am when I was finally able to put him in his crib for an hour. I had my husband get him then.
2. I've been coming down with a cold for days, and after a night of *ahem* rest? It's working on becoming a full-blown, no good, very bad cold.
3. Joshua is on day 3 of potty training and he has yet to actually do anything other than pee on himself and everything around him.

Here is what I am going to choose to focus on instead-

1. I was up because my baby is getting bigger. Teething is such a temporary problem and its one that will slip away along with my cuddly little baby. I will embrace the cuddles, and extend help as I can for the teething.
2. God has truly blessed me with health these past couple years. As my life has been tossed about with moving, new babies, and interpersonal struggles God has kept my health in tact... something I don't take lightly as I watch friends my age battle cancer, infections and back problems. As I have watched children my own kids' age fight cancer themselves, deal with debilitating mental disorders, and two precious girls become orphans. A cold, I can deal with. A cold, I can do.
3. As I have told many other mothers this is truly a phase. Potty training won't last forever and someday soon (in the scheme of things) he will be an independent potty-goer just as someday he will be a driver, a graduate, a husband, a father himself.

Ok. In my endeavor to get my thoughts and intentions straight I have has the nerve to use the computer, which the kids are frustrated with. And so for my final key to a peaceful day, I'm putting down the computer until tonight. Lest today be like yesterday with kids in my face just to get my attention. I don't want to see this all day because of my own attempts to escape.

 
So on to a better day. One of choices that are made on purpose. One of love and laughter. One of blessings.
 
May you also have a blessed day.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

The Tsunami of my Heart

Yesterday before church I was blessed with some time all to myself.

What I really needed was some time to reconnect with God. I felt like a piece of spaghetti being held up in the wind, tossing all over the place and not able to just be still. In classic form, the Mandie I'm trying to stop chose to watch a random video that came up on YouTube before cracking open my Bible. That day being the Sabbath, I knew something comical wasn't the order of the day. So I chose something based on a disaster.

I thought it would be a quick 10 minute video showing how a tsunami came in. Maybe the one in Japan. I had seen a few of those before. It was slow and easy, and deceptively quickly became a force that could not be controlled or helped. But about 2 minutes into this particular video I realized this was actually a well done documentary on the devastating tsunami of 2004. I have almost no memory of this happening. I was a relative newlywed, very self-involved and unaware of the world, and enjoying my own sense of invincibility.

It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. The individual stories they followed. The footage they caught. The screams. The death. They showed the death like no news station ever has, or would, because of the "damage" it could do to people. It was stunning, overwhelming, heartbreaking, exhausting, gut-wrenching reality. It was heavy stuff.


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About 5 parts in (50 minutes total), I remembered this was actually Sabbath morning and I had only a short time left before needing to go out and help get my three young children ready for church. I pulled myself out of the story flow and immediately realized I had squandered all the time I could have been peacefully studying the Bible with watching this incredible story unfold and laying the heaviness of God's power and wrath over my new found inadequacy and realization of how little control I have over anything of value.

The story of the woman who had three children and afterwards was clutching one, explaining to her husband in tears that she couldn't physically hold them all.
The story of the other woman running up the beach as her husband was filming the coming water yelling, "I can't do it! I can't carry them both!" (meaning her children)
The story of another woman who only had one - a daughter with blonde hair who was just 5 years old. And how she tried to hold on but somehow after it all, her daughter was gone.

As I envision my own three beautiful kids and consider all the reasons we should or should not have a fourth someday I entertain the thought that maybe three is enough to manage in a disaster. And then I realize watching this that it doesn't matter. One can be taken just as easily as four. Four can be saved just as easily as one. I have no control over outcomes. Only control over choices.

After I realized the time and that I hadn't even opened my Bible as I cried for these people and my own lack of control (and cried out for faith) I flipped it open. It randomly opened in Jeremiah, but I already had something in Revelation about the end times in mind so I start over that way, keeping my hand in Jeremiah. A couple seconds in I wonder and head back to where my hand is and see "The People Mourn in Judgment". I read...

Thus says the Lord of Hosts:

"Consider and call for the mourning women.
That they may come;
And send for skillful wailing women,
That they may come.
Let them make haste and take up a wailing for us,
That our eyes may run with tears,
And our eyelids gush with water.
For a voice of wailing is heard from Zion:
`How we are plundered!
We are greatly ashamed, because we have forsaken the land,
Because we have been cast out of our dwellings.`"

Yet hear the word of the Lord, O women,
And let your ear receive the word of His mouth;
Teach your daughters wailing,
And everyone her neighbor a lamentation.
For death has come through our windows,
Has entered our palaces,
To kill off the children--
no longer to be outside!
And the young men--
no longer on the streets!

Speak, "Thus says the lord:

`Even the carcasses of men shall fall as refuse on the open field,
Like cuttings after the harvester,
And no one shall gather them.`"

Thus says the Lord:

"Let not the wise man glory in his wisdom.
Let not the mighty man glory in his might,
Nor let the rich man glory in his riches;
But let him who glories glory in this,
That he understands and knows Me,
That I m the Lord, exercising lovingkindness,
judgment, and righteousness in the earth.
For in these I delight," says the Lord.

"Behold, the days are coming," says the Lord, "that I will punish all who are circumcised with the uncircumcised-- Egypt, Judah, Edom, the people of Ammon, Moab, and all who are in the farthest corners, who dwell in the wilderness. For all these nations re uncircumcised, and all the house of Israel are uncircumcised in the heart."

Jeremiah 9:17-26
(emphasis mine all the way through)

I'm telling you - stopping where I stopped (right as the waters started to recede and thoughts moved toward cleanup) and reading that... it was a bit like a bucket of cold water being thrown in my face. Or perhaps even a slap across my face. ALL the house of Israel are uncircumcised in the heart... I will punish the circumcised with the uncircumcised... All the house of Israel... uncircumcised in the heart...

I've heard a couple messages on this topic recently. I know I have. This phase of life is so hard. Everything is such a fog. But this is deep - important - relevant. This is now - immediate - urgent. This is hard - challenging - bigger than me. This is an assignment that I can either push to the side with the rest of life that is too hard to face, or take head on and grow into a whole new chapter of my life. One where God is front and center. This is a process where my heart is going to be trimmed. Trimmed of all the excess as a sign between God and me.

Oh God, be merciful as you cut away. Please, please be gentle. And help me to yield those parts You take willingly instead of grasping at them with my human stubbornness. Father, it's scary to say, "yes". Life can get hard fast. Help me to resist the temptation to set parameters up for You to work in - like not using my children, my husband, my safety to do the cutting. It's so hard to give You all control. But You have it anyway. Help me. Help me. Father, I believe. Help my unbelief.

If you are interested in walking the mental path I walked, here is a link to the full movie. PLEASE be advised - this has nudity, destruction and death. It's absolutely not to be taken lightly.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikq0P7U0x4Q

God be with you all. And may we all be given the gift of life more abundant.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Turn Neither to the Left or to the Right

Today is a beautiful, snowy day. A beautiful, snowy, challenging day.

I love winter. I really do. I don't mind the cold so long as it's beautiful and white outside - and it is. So why am I not happy? Why do I feel like I might throw a shoe? Or stomp my foot? Or say something that isn't loving to those I love the most?

My life is hard. I'm in the final few days before my oldest's birthday. The final days of being able to say, "I am a mother of three beautiful children ages four and under." Wow that sounds impressive - impressively hard. If anyone else said that, I'd think they had their hands full! (A phrase I hear every time we set foot outside our door). Yet in my own life I'm just now realizing that yes... it is impressively hard. And that's ok. It's ok to have a challenging life. That's what God wants for us. Because if life was a bed of roses, where would the character come from? How can conviction and hope for a better tomorrow burn brightly in our lives if we are already perfected?

Today we were blessed with an outing that was actually quite nice. Loading up the kids after it, however, was exceptionally difficult. I can very easily identify the issues - my oldest is flexing her almost 5 year old muscles and pushing every boundary we have set up. My middle loves to fake deafness. It's like a sport with him. And my youngest is... well... a baby, and as such is absolutely dependent on me for every one of his needs. Add snow, a restaurant and impending naptime to the mix and the potential for disaster is definitely there. But what is the underlying problem? What is it about ME that makes these things incredibly hard to attend to with a positive attitude and a godly outlook on the big picture? After all - having coats zipped up and hats on straight does not secure my place in the Kingdom of God. But my belittling the kids or pulling them along when they are going soooooooooooo sloooooooooooow is an attitude, and a choice, that could. And so I start the drive home in tears. Wondering how I could have kept my patience. Wondering how I should have responded when I found out the kids went around the back of the car, putting themselves in danger. Wondering how to help my oldest understand that I am the momma, and that means when I say come that means come. Wondering... wondering...


And as I navigate the roads I notice the tracks. The narrow place that has been made safe, less slick, by people reliably travelling over it before. Turn to the right or to the left, even just a smidge, and you're taking a risk. You've lost traction. I realize I have a choice. There are proven ways that have been used and followed by God's people. And if I veer to the left or to the right, I might find myself in a very unstable place. I could slip, I could slide, I could even crash. Crashing does a lot of things. It causes bodily harm. Stress. Anxiety. It costs something to fix everything as it was. It steals time from everyone involved in it. Crashing is not good. It's not helpful. There's nothing true or noble or just or praiseworthy about it. Yet I have crashed almost daily with those tiny, infuriating, innocent people God gave me to raise in His image.

Perhaps the answer is vey simple. It usually is when dealing with God's way. And I have a sneaky suspicion I know it. It's been stewing in the back of my mind when I have one more cookie. When I stay up just a little longer. When I feel my frustration level rising unchecked.

Self-control.

Beautiful, wonderful, free-for-the-taking self-control. Against such there is no law! I have known the fruits of the spirit for a long time, but I was shocked the other day when reading through them again and realizing self-control is right there with them. What?! It's something I have freely accessible to me just by asking my heavenly Father?!? Amazing!!! Amazing.

Of course this is just a theory at this point. I'm definitely a work in progress. But I'm willing to give it a shot. I'm willing to claim the fruit of self-control that God says I can grow with His spirit dwelling in me. It's time to bring the ability to control my actions into a place of accountability.

I have to.
For the little girl who's sitting as close to her mommy as I will allow while I try to muster enough courage to finish the day.


I have to.
For my boys who innocently shower me with love.
For my husband who supports me wholeheartedly.
For my God who believed in me enough to entrust me with my three beautiful blessings, and who wants to give me good things. Like life more abundant.

I have to.
For myself.