Now That’s Worship

Now That’s Worship

SUNDAY MORNING JULY 1, 2012 I thought we’d know by now. I expected to have more clarity, to have finished more, to have a better understanding of the next step. For it is in this hope that we are saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.* Ahhh yes.  Patiently.  It seems that we are always waiting for something, right? Waiting for an answer, waiting for our worry or pain to go away, waiting for our kids to listen (ha), waiting for our friend to heal, waiting for something better to happen that gives us an easier path. Today, I choose to make my anticipation be my worship.  I release the desire for a certain outcome, and focus my desire on...

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So Many Boats

So Many Boats

My husband and I had a wonderful impromptu date on Friday night.  We stole away to the only Persian restaurant in town, and instead of talking about our nutty list of activities to manage over the next 48 hours, we pondered our opportunity to grow…  as parents and as humans who have learned a thing or two along the way. In the wake of last week’s Frank Sex Talk, we had some fun laughing about our teenage conversations with our parents. This clearly isn’t easy material! So how do we give our kids the hope of something better, when the world says, “everyone has casual sex…”? We’re not foolish or ignorant or naïve. We don’t bury our heads in bliss; we know our kids are fully in the world and also of this family. As a beautifully blended family,...

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Monday Morning Marriage

Monday Morning Marriage

You’ve seen a bumblebee when it bounces frantically, persistently into the window, unaware of the clear and solid obstacle between him and the luscious bouquet of wildflowers on your sun porch? The squirrels and robins watch this bumblebee and try to shout to him “it’s no use!” but he doesn’t seem to get it. He thinks he can fly through the glass (if he just hits it hard enough and enough times until his head is flattened).  Then something happens inside his little bumblebee brain and he jerks in a new direction. That was my first marriage. I was the bumblebee.  The plate glass window wasn’t going to change (hint: it can’t). Time lapse: 10 years. For the last two Sundays, I have sat all soft in our big and loving church community, taught by our...

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Lover, We Are Still In Our Own Way

I know. I’m like that girl in the office who quit smoking and now thinks it’s her job to make every other smoker quit too.  Right now.  Annoying possibly, but you know she’s right. ~~~~~ It seems like every day I’m hearing about someone getting divorced. Or wants to. Maybe it’s my reticular activator running the show since I’ve been reading The Meaning of Marriage (Keller) and I am a reformed control freak. Because it is control that makes us want our spouse to be a certain way, that makes us want to get something different. If we learn to release control, we need to only release the control of our heart to one place. The place where miracles happen. God is where it starts, grows and explodes into magnificence. God created marriage and he created it...

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Like Dew for Life

Like Dew for Life

Pastor Jim Cymbala uses a wonderful metaphor of the Holy Spirit of God settling on us like dew settles on the earth during those secret hours when nighttime brings it’s calm and cool. God’s Holy Spirit, coats us with a gentle presence, almost invisible to the eye, but nourishing and surprising.  It happens while we sleep and then first light breaks above the horizon and ignites the reflections.  We look twice, concentrate our eyes on the droplets and then, back up… their whole presence becomes magnificent. Coating every surface, bringing a mysterious food.  While we are still. We don’t know it’s there until we trudge through it, and then we realize our feet are soaked. If we allow it. Today I want to trudge through it.  Absorb it and feel that...

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