You Give Love a Bad Name

Some questions have been rolling around in my head today:

  • Has anyone come to Christ because of a church protesting military funerals?
  • Has anyone come to Christ because of an abortion center bombing or protest?
  • Has anyone come to Christ because of an anti-gay post on the internet?
  • Has anyone come to Christ because of being told to pick themselves up by their bootstraps while in the midst of poverty?

In contrast:

  • How many people have come to Christ because someone supported them in a time of grief?
  • How many people have come to Christ because someone showed them love when they felt like they didn’t deserve it?
  • How many people have come to Christ because someone befriended them when no one else would?
  • How many people have come to Christ because someone picked them up and walked them through or out of their current circumstances?

I am not trying to be political. I am not trying to be religious. I am just trying to follow Christ and His example. And I see things happening in the world according to Christianity that don’t communicate the love of Christ.

This is what the love of Christ looks like:

  • A love that eats with tax-collectors.
  • A love that forgives adulterers.
  • A love that goes to the cross to pay a debt that wasn’t His to pay.
  • A love that overcomes death so I can live.

For this reason, I apologize to those to whom people who call themselves Christian haven’t lived up to that name, and I ask that you would not judge us all by the actions of some.

The rest of us just want you to know that:

  • You are loved.
  • You are forgiven.
  • You are special.
  • You matter to God, and you matter to us.

The Gift of Friendship

Over the weekend, I got to spend lots of time with the person who has been my best friend since high school, Jenny. In Junior High, when she first moved to Taylorville (a town that I was a transplant into about 4 years prior), I remember seeing this girl in the hall wearing a Lincoln coat and making a rude comment to a friend along the lines of, “how dare she wear a Lincoln coat at Taylorville Jr. High.” (What is it about those Jr. High years that make girls such ugly people?) Little did I know then what the following summer would hold.

And little do I know now what it did hold. Neither of us remember how or when we met that summer, other than it had to have been through our mutual friend Lynette. All we remember is from that point on we were nearly inseparable and were adopted into each other’s families. Through high school, college, boyfriends, marriages, children, jobs, and the other stuff of life, we have always been there for one another. Sometimes we don’t physically talk for a while. There have been times when we haven’t seen one another for 6 months or more. But one thing never changes – the ease, comfort, camaraderie, laughter, lack of stress, heart connection and kindred spirit-ness of our friendship. We have a connection that can’t be explained. We know stuff about one another before any words have been exchanged. We can sense what is going on in the other person’s mind from three hours away. It is beautiful. And it is rare. And we don’t take it for granted.

And this weekend we noticed something else. Our boys have that same kind of connection. They are cut from the same cloth. They have a ball with one another. They are so much like us. They are so much like each other. And it is a wonderful thing (though chaotic at times).

I have many other close friendships, and I am so thankful for each and every one. Friendships are a gift from God. From my longest friend (April), to my newest friends (all you Bacon Lovers), and all the ones in between, my life is richer because of my friendships. And I am thankful that my children get to see me grow and develop good and healthy friendships with many different people, so that they, too, can learn to develop good and lasting friendships in their lives as well. This song goes out to all my friends today. Thank you for enriching my life!

Have you taken time to develop any of your friendships lately? Or thank God for the friends He had given you?

Monitor Yourself

I received this e-mail this morning:

IMPORTANT INFORMATION—PLEASE READ CAREFULLY: 

High temperatures and humidity are predicted for Saturday.  These conditions put runners at increased risk for heat-related problems.  Please remember to stay well-hydrated and monitor yourself.  You may need to slow your pace and/or take other suitable precautions to minimize the risk of heat-related problems.

On Saturday, I am running a race with 35,000 other people. The race organizers can’t personally watch each and every one of us, run along side, tell us to drink, tell us to slow down or make us be careful. The best they can do is to warn us of the danger, and have people at various points along the route offering hydration, watching for those that are struggling, and offer first aid if the need arises.

So, basically the most important words in this whole message are: monitor yourself.

Only I will know if I need to slow down. Only I will know when I need to drink more. Only I will know what is happening in my body. When it gets to the point that someone else notices there is something wrong, it is because I have not monitored myself, or I haven’t listened to my body and things have gotten out of control.

I think the same is true for so many other things in our life. Secret sin. Pride. Mental health. Physical health. Spiritual health. We are the ones who have to be always watching, always alert to what is happening inside of us. We are the ones who should be noticing the first hint that something is off kilter in any area. We shouldn’t have to wait for someone else to point out issues that need attention.

Yet, often, that is exactly what happens. For example, your temper is very short. You don’t even realize just how short until one of your kids says, “Mommy, why are you yelling at me all the time.” And then you feel bad and start to analyze what is going on that would bring you to that point. Maybe you’ve had a stressful week and you haven’t been able to get your regular exercise or devotions in. Maybe your husband has been short with you and you are responding to that. No matter what, it is something that you could have caught and stopped if you had been monitoring yourself.

I read this from The Me I Want to Be by John Ortberg this week:

Impulses formed in the brain can be measured during neurosurgery. I decide that I am going to move my hand, and then that impulse travels to the hand. But in between the brain activity and the movement of the hand, there is what one researcher calls the “life-giving quarter-second.”

There is a quarter-second between when that impulse takes place in your brain and when that action takes place in your body. And that quarter-second–although it doesn’t sound like very long in the life of the mind–is huge. The apostle Paul wrote, “In your anger do not sin…and do not give the devil a foothold.” That quarter-second is the time when the Holy Spirit can take control. That is when you can give the foothold to the Holy Spirit or you can give it to sin. That one quarter-second in your mind can be an opportunity to say, “Spirit, I’ve got this impulse right now; should I act on it?”

It was a long hot day, the car had broken down once, the air conditioning wasn’t working, the kids weren’t behaving, and Nancy wasn’t being too good either. I tried enticing the kids into “the quiet game,” but they weren’t going for it. I got lost. I was frustrated. The kids spilled food. Finally, the noise level went beyond what I could bear. There was a life-giving quarter-second, but I blew right past it. I wasn’t interested. And I used language on my kids that I had never used before, that I never thought I would.

It is amazing how the desire to hurt someone you love can be so strong in your body one moment and then lead to such pain when you indulge it. But another piece of good news is that when you blow it–and you will blow it–God sends another quarter-second right behind.

And you can get right back into the flow.

We constantly have the opportunity to make choices. Choices about what we wear. Choices about what we say. Choices about how we react. And the more aware of who we are and what is going on inside of us, the more we are able to make better choices. Choices that build up. Choices that give encouragement. Choices that show love.

I will definitely be monitoring how I am doing on race day this Saturday. But even more importantly, I will be working to monitor what is going on in my heart and mind always.

How well do you do at monitoring yourself?

Dream a Little Dream

When was the last time that you intentionally took time to dream about the future?

If you are like me, dreaming about the future dropped pretty far down on the priority list once I got married and had two children. That was my dream. And it was now reality. So there wasn’t really anything else to dream about, right?

On Friday, I spent two hours walking around the 100 acres owned by the church for which I work. As Church Administrator, I was looking at what needs to be done and making a list of those things. But I was also praying and dreaming about how God might choose to use the property for His glory. I was picturing what we could do now, soon and down the road. It was amazing to have that kind of time to just dream about future possibilities.

But even as I was basking in those feelings, I was realizing that I rarely take time to dream about my future. How might God choose to use me? My family? I ask for His guidance, and would say that I am listening, but in the grand scheme of things, that time is pretty non-existent. After all, I am the mother of two kids and work full-time! I don’t have time to dream! I have to wade through the day-to-day “stuff” just so I can maybe dream for a few hours at night as I sleep. 🙂

But I am not sure that is anything more than an excuse. I take time to run or exercise nearly everyday. What is stopping me from using that time to dream? Or really what is stopping me from making time to take a couple of hours a couple of times a year to dream and pray about both the long-term and short-term for my family? Nothing. Except me. If I would put it on my calendar, I would do it. But I don’t think about it. In the craziness of life, dreaming continues to fall to the bottom of the prioritized list. And it shouldn’t. Because if we aren’t dreaming, then we probably aren’t moving toward anything. And if we aren’t moving, we’re stagnant. And I don’t want to be stuck for the rest of my life, always doing the same thing, always thinking the same way, never moving forward.

So, I’m going to try to be more intentional to dream. I’ll probably still get busy and forget, but I am going to try. And that is a start.

How about you?

Connections

The most recent chapter I read in The Me I Want to Be by John Ortberg is called “Make Life-Giving Relationships a Top Priority.”  He talks about how God uses others as he is forming us and how spending time with others who love us is an integral part in bringing us to a place where we flourish. In essence, our connection to people who love us is life-giving, and when we are disconnected we are more susceptible to things like depression, anxiety, loneliness, substance abuse, addiction, and even trouble with our appetites and sleep habits.

One of the quotes that Ortberg shares is this:

Robert Putnam made a staggering comment: “As a rough rule of thumb, if you belong to no groups but you decide to join one, you cut your risk of dying over the next year in half.” It is difficult to imagine anyone not interested in cutting their risk of dying in half. That is why the new motto for small groups at the church where I serve is, “Join a group or die.”

The thing about being connected to a community of people is there are people who are paying attention to you and that brings joy and love into your life that encourages you along the way. This helps when you are struggling with the various stuff of life. This helps when you just need a smiling face to remind you that you are loved.

As I read this chapter, I was reminded of the amazing friends that the Lord has brought into my life in the last couple of years. For a long time I felt like I didn’t have that “safety net” of people who I could call at any moment if I needed something. But as I started praying and looking, I have found some amazing connections. Some were there all along and I just needed to foster them a bit more. Some were brand new – people I hadn’t ever met before or hadn’t connected with in a deeper way before. But all of them have been and continue to be special gifts from the Lord to me.

Now, that doesn’t mean that I always feel like I have a safety net. Sometimes I can (and do) distance myself or pull away which changes nothing about my friends and how they care for me, but it changes my perception. And then one or more of them steps in and yanks me back into the circle and reminds me that I need them.

In his book, Ortberg gives this “Connectedness Inventory.” While there was a time that I am quite sure I would have answered many of these questions “no,” my predominant answer now is “yes.” How about you?

If you can’t answer “yes” to most of these questions, it may be time for you to look into ways you can become more connected with people. That may be a small group at your church. It may be contacting a friend that you have always wanted to be closer to and asking them to meet for lunch a couple of times a month so you can build the relationship. It may mean joining some kind of community group. I encourage you to find those connections that bring life to you. You will be better off for it.

A Week to Remember

You thought I died, didn’t you? When I didn’t blog all week, your assumption was that I didn’t finish the marathon because I croaked before crossing the line. Well, I have good news! I didn’t die! I survived! And here is proof:

26.2 Miles!
Crystal & I after finishing the GO! St. Louis Marathon

We did it! We finished the 26.2 mile race! It was hard. Very hard. But it was good. And I spent Monday celebrating my husband’s birthday and recovering from the race and thus no blogging. But I fully intended to blog on Thursday to let you all know about how the race went.

But then this happened:

Baby Laney getting snuggles from Aunt Chrisy (or is it the other way around?)

My best friend Jenny, and her husband David, welcomed Laney Clay into the world on Tuesday, so I spent Wednesday and Thursday in Indianapolis getting all the snuggles and kisses in that time would allow. And therefore I didn’t blog on Thursday either.

So, between those two milestone events, a marathon parenting session with my son on Tuesday, shopping for work on Friday, and running a 5K and prepping a sermon on Saturday, I had a pretty crazy week. But a pretty memorable one as well.

Here’s what I will take with me about last week:

  • Deciding to do something big like a marathon is totally doable when you do the necessary training, have the support of your friends and family, and you depend on God for His strength in your moments of weakness.
  • There is nothing like: seeing your family cheer for you on the marathon route, having your friends chant “bacon” for you .2 miles from the finish, falling in the arms of your running partner after your medals have been placed around your necks and crying that you did it.
  • Even as you walk down the hall two days later in a little bit of pain, you will smile and think, “I just did a marathon!”
  • Even though it is hard, getting to the heart of your kids so that they understand right from wrong and the role of consequences in their lives is so important and worth the time.
  • There is something so peaceful about being with your best friend – even in the midst of chaos.
  • Newborn babies sleeping in your arms relieve stress 100%.
  • A picture can never take the place of seeing and holding the real thing.
  • Remember to enjoy every moment – those babies grow up too quickly!
  • Even a trip to Sams can be fun with your kids, if you make it fun.
  • Running in grass is hard. But running less than a week after doing a marathon is harder.
  • God always has my best at heart, and if I listen to Him, He will share His heart with me.

As I look back on the week and think about the enormity of the stuff that I experienced, it occurs to me that perhaps I need to be looking back on every week this way. Not because every week is full of big things, but because every week is filled with moments that will be forgotten if we aren’t trying to remember. I want to remember the big things, but I also want to remember the little things – like how it feels to hold my son on my lap as we read or watch TV. Or how it feels to sit on the couch and french braid my daughter’s hair. It’s those moments that will be harder to bring to mind as the years go by. And it’s those moments that I will miss the most. So this week, I plan to soak in the moments of everyday life with my family and see what I will take away from those.

What are you working to remember today?

Prepped and Ready

Four and a half months. Two pairs of running shoes. 350 miles. Many gallons of water.  17 degrees to 75 degrees. 75 hours. Countless bananas, protein shakes, Powerade Zeros and electrolyte blocks. Two ice baths. One training partner. Three other running partners (and encouragers!). Two great books. One training plan. Two supportive kids. One supportive husband. And countless well-wishers.

Training is complete. I ran my last two miles Wednesday afternoon. It’s all over but the race. Sunday I will complete the cycle. 26.2 miles. And a sticker will be placed on my van to celebrate that.

I have my list of things to pack all typed up and ready.

I have a map for the hubby and kids to know which Metrolink stations they can ride to in order to cheer me on at various points in the race.

I have all the information I need for packet pick-up, hotel stay, etc., printed out and ready to go.

I am (trying) to watch carefully what I eat this week.

I am drinking lots of fluids this week.

I am (trying) to get good sleep every night.

I have my race morning plan in my head.

I am doing everything I know to do to be ready for race day.

I have done everything that I can do to be prepared for the race.

Now, I get to do it. And I am excited. I am not nervous. I am not fearful. I know that I have done the necessary training, both physically AND mentally to be ready. I have no doubt that I will cross that finish line. It will be hard, but it will be fun. I am looking forward to seeing more of St. Louis on foot. I am looking forward to a few hours with my race partner. I am looking forward to the people all around me running for the same goal. I am looking forward to celebrating with my family at the finish line. I am not looking forward to another ice bath, but I am looking forward to feeling good after the race thanks to another ice bath.

And I am looking forward to what that Lord will be teaching me throughout the next few days. He has taught me much about the power of perseverance, the power of my mind, the power of friendships, and the power of consistent training over the last few months, and I am sure race day will hold even more truths that come from Him.

If you think of me over the next few days, particularly on Sunday, your prayers would be greatly appreciated. I will be glad to report on Monday that I have completed my goal of finishing a full marathon in 2012!

What is the Lord teaching you these days? Are you prepped and ready to hear from Him anytime, anywhere?

How Can It Be Good?

I saw this video on a blog I follow this week and I LOVED it. As we are heading into Easter Weekend, we either have a tendency to over emphasize Christ’s death and forget the importance of his resurrection or vice versa. It was ALL a part of God’s plan for our salvation and eternal life. So a day filled with death, that in no way looks good, is just that. Good. I hope you enjoy the video and I hope you have a blessed Easter Weekend – from GOOD Friday to RESURRECTION Sunday!

Good Friday from Central Films on Vimeo.

Keeping Secrets

For t8 Great Dates for Moms & Daughtershe last couple of years, I have been going on occasional dates with my daughter. These dates have a purpose. We are building our relationship as mother and daughter. We are practicing being open in how we communicate with one another. And we are talking about important things that young girls need to learn and know. The idea for the dates come directly from Dannah Gresh’s Secret-Keeper Girl. You can check out the website here.

The first eight dates are all focused around beauty, modesty, and true fashion.  We have now completed four of the eight dates in this first set of dates. Yes, it is taking us awhile, but that is making each date a little more special. (The second set is about true friendships – hopefully we’ll get to that sometime in the next year!)

Yesterday, as we did date number four we were particularly talking about modest dress and why it is important. At one point, Anne made the comment to me that there were a lot of girls whose moms don’t talk with them about this kind of stuff.  I asked her why she thought that and her answers made me sad. She said that some of the girls don’t like their moms or their moms don’t like to spend time with them. She said some of the girls don’t dress appropriately, so their moms must not talk to them about why it is important to dress modestly.

As I have thought about it, there are probably a number of reasons for this. Some families have different values than us. Many moms didn’t ever have conversations like that with their moms, so it makes them uncomfortable. I mean, when you are talking about modest dress, you have to talk about the underlying issue for it – we are sexual beings – and that isn’t a fun or comfortable topic of conversation. Some people may not even think about the fact that these are important conversations to have with their children before they start learning from their peers the wrong kinds of information.

But for me, I want to make sure that both of my kids not only learn about these kinds of things from their parents, but also that we foster the kind of relationship where they come to us with their questions and concerns instead of holding them inside or going to their friends. I read somewhere that once our kids hit about age 10, parents are no longer the primary influence on their children. While that may be true for the general population, I don’t want that to be true for my children. I want them to look to us and to learn from us more than they look to their peers and the culture, and for me, these dates with my daughter are just one way I am trying to foster that relationship.

The truth of the matter is this: as parents, we need to parent. We need to teach our kids right from wrong. We need to talk to them about the difference between what the culture says and what Christ says. We need to be enforcing the values of healthy sexuality in marriage. We need to get over our fear and discomfort of talking about the hard stuff and open our mouths. Our kids take their cues from us. If we are uncomfortable, they will be too. It’s not easy to talk to my 11-year-old about the fact that boys’ bodies respond to what they see, but I have to do it, and I have to do it in a way that makes coming back to me with questions not only possible for her, but probable.

I encourage you parents out there to do this. It may not look like what I am doing, but do something. Parent your kids. Let’s raise up a generation of young people who understand the importance of living right, of making good decisions, of living a counter-cultural life that pleases both their parents and God.

What are the things you are currently doing to teach your children your values – whether intentionally or unintentionally?