When your big kid texts, “Can I come home for the weekend?” you jump at the chance and say a resounding “Y-E-S.”
It’s (almost) my favorite sound in the world.
It’s happening as I write this.
I could listen to it all day and all night.
The sound of RAIN pattering on the roof.
[I get all goosebumpy (is that even a word?) when I hear it.]
RAIN speaks to quenching.
A parched soil.
A parched soul.
[Calm washes through my body, my spirit responding in kind.]
RAIN speaks to cleansing.
A mucky house.
A mucky heart.
[I peek outside, and can almost see the trees drinking it in.]
RAIN speaks to refreshment.
A weary world.
A weary body.
[The idea of a nap in the middle of the day sounds just about right.]
RAIN speaks to redemption.
A hopeless day.
A hopeless mind.
[A smile creeps to my lips, a glimmer of hope rising within.]
Thank you, RAIN.
I need you today.
My Dear Fellow-Americans,
I know you are hurting because I am too. It’s all just NOT right. The people who are supposed to lead us towards “e pluribis unum” (out of many, ONE) have tried to divide us in two.
We are NOT two. We are MANY. But we are also ONE.
We prove it day after day, in the ordinary moments of our American lives.
We are ONE.
I’ve seen it play out in these past months like no other.
All different colors of fire fighters beating back the flames, not caring at all whether the people they are saving vote Red, Blue, Green or Purple or None of the Above.
All different ages of people wearing those inconvenient and uncomfortable masks just because we want to stop one person from dying.
All different walks of life figuring out ways to keep our businesses from crumbling by getting take-out, shopping local and hiring contractors.
All different creeds walking peacefully together to speak out for healing, justice, restoration and HOPE, saying “It’s enough. We want change and we want it for everyone!”
We are the PEOPLE of the United States of America.
We respect each other.
We cheer for each other.
We listen to each other.
We count on each other.
We need each other.
We help each other.
We learn from each other.
We love each other.
No one can stop us from doing that. NO ONE.
So, when someone tries to convince you that we are TWO, don’t listen. We are MANY. MANY colorful, diverse, caring, beautiful souls.
But we are also ONE. ONE in purpose. ONE in resolve. ONE in heart.
From my hopeful heart to yours,
E pluribis unum.
It’s easy to SPIRAL into hopelessness when checking out the news or social media.
Covid. Politics. Shootings. Sex-trafficking. Addiction. Riots.
We don’t have to look very far to see what’s going wrong. It all feels heavy, dire and needs to be fixed as soon as possible.
Where do we start? Who do we help? What can we possibly do to make a small dent for good in this gut-wrenching broken world? Would it even make a difference?
We often fall into the trap of two not-so-helpful choices:
…draining what little time and energy we have getting stuck trying to figure out what is most crucial
…crumpling under the sheer magnitude of all the horror.
There’s a third option. A much better one: make the world a better place because we are in it. Plain and simple.
It REALLY does NOT matter what we choose to invest ourselves in. We might care about clean water for the planet, special education needs in our communities, or our child struggling with normal every-day life.
It can be a big-world, local community or one-person issue. We, all by our sweet selves, can be a powerful force for good.
We’ve already done it thousands of times, most of it small and seemingly insignificant: a smile, a hug, a word of encouragement, a meal made, a listening ear, a thoughtful gift.
No, we can’t do everything. But we can do something. And that is lots better than doing nothing.
You see, all those tiny, supposedly inconsequential moments of good grow into the huge life stories of hope, change and restoration.
The good beats back the bad one choice at a time, one person at a time. It’s not insignificant after all. It’s essential.
I’m not sure where your passion lies, what sets your soul on fire, what your heart longs to see restored.
Be encouraged, my friend.
Your “cup of water” for one “thirsty” person will send ripples of life-changing goodness into the world. Trust the ripple.
From my heart to yours.
17,000,000. The number of apps to manage to-do lists.
TOP priority. Get ‘er done.
The feeling of accomplishment.
Promised peace at the end of the day when it’s all crossed off.
I was trained from a bitty girl to spend time at the day’s end confessing my sins out loud and asking God for forgiveness. “I’m sorry I lied.” “I’m sorry I said mean things to my friend.”
No matter how much good I had given to the world, my final thoughts as I said my bedtime prayers were how I had MESSED UP and what I had NOT done well and who I had offended (in many cases, this happened to be the God of the universe…yikes). NO peace for sure.
Fast-forward to my adult years. Same. Same. Same. Just different stuff. “I’m sorry I screamed at my kids.” “I’m sorry I took a too-long lunch at work.”
One night, my little rebellious self changed it up. “What did you do right today?” I quizzed my husband as we collapsed into bed after wrangling four kids into their beds.
“I smiled at the store clerk,” he mumbled at long last.
I shook my head. I knew he had probably been kind, sought justice, served those he worked with, treated everyone with dignity and respect, along with all the daunting tasks he had crossed off his “to-do” list.
Realizing how much of our day (and night) was taken up with negative thinking, we decided to make this a best practice in the moments before we fell into slumber. “What did you do right today?”
We still began our days with a “to-do” list, but we ended them with a “ta-da” list.
It was STILL NOT the peace we were looking for, but at least a step in the right direction.
Help came in the form of what usually happened right before we crawled into bed, wiped out from the day.
Most nights, the last thing on my never-ending “to-do” list was to slip into each of my kids’ rooms and just watch them sleep (something I still do from time-to-time, even though they are giants at this point).
No matter what had happened during the day, both good and bad, it didn’t seem to matter any more. I would just stand there, gazing at their cute little heads barely visible above their comforters, completely and utterly in love with them, happy.
Yes. Yes. This must be how God feels about us.
While the “to-do” lists and “ta-da” lists matter to us, they don’t seem to matter much to Him.
At BOTH the beginning and end of each day (regardless of either of those lists), he gently reminds us, “I will quiet you with my love. I will rejoice over you with singing.” (Zephaniah)
TRUE, UNADULTERATED PEACE.
It’s happening again.
I’m tripping over them.
I’m listening to them crackle down from the trees.
Acorns are falling. Everywhere.
I believe wrong things. The myth of scarcity is one of them. It pours into my newsfeed. My television streams it. It permeates conversations. My own thoughts teem with it. Many of my decisions are made because of it.
And it’s downright wrong. A lie.
The myth of scarcity is the idea that there isn’t enough to go around. The world (and the God who created it) is lacking the resources to meet my needs. There’s not enough _______ (fill in the blank) for me and those I love.
At its root (at least for me) is the MEAN monster of fear. And as I know better than I would like to admit, fear strangles and enslaves me.
My reaction to its demands cause me to hoard, fret, close up and off, control, and protect myself physically, spiritually, and emotionally.
Just look at the last six months. Hand sanitizer. Frozen vegetables. Wipes.
Acorns speak something completely different. As I unwittingly get “bonked” on the head by one of these brown nuggets for soon-to-be-hibernating creatures, I am not-so-gently reminded.
When I fret over the lack of ________ in my world, and in my own little family, copious acorns point out a better and truer reality.
God is enough.
God has enough.
In fact, God is MORE than enough.
And God has MORE than enough.
Last night, I was sucked back to the myth. I started looping around about the LACK of a job for my husband. Possible LACK of money. LACK of security.
Quickly, my thoughts turned to how can I make this okay. What scheme can I come up with to get some money into our pockets? HOW DO I FIX THIS?
(You know the drill! You have your own 2 am thoughts.)
As I let our dog out today, I saw acorns strewn all over our walkway.
“Gotcha, God.” I mumbled under my breath.
No LACK with YOU.
No SCARCITY with YOU.
Only FULLNESS to OVERFLOWING.
They will keep falling. There will be MORE than enough.
It doesn’t matter what the job front looks like right now.
It doesn’t matter what our bank account looks like.
It doesn’t matter if our funds are all “safe and sound.”
God’s got all the “acorns” in the world. And He’s got some for me.
Twas the end of the summer,
It just wasn’t right.
Every beach chair was packed up,
And so were the kites.
Last grains of sand,
Shaken out of the flip flops.
With dim hopes that fall shoes
could be found in mall shops.
The children were crying
all mad in their beds,
With visions of homework
crammed in their heads.
And papa in his lounge pants,
And I in my shorts,
Were ready for anything,
Definitely done making “forts.”
When checking our phones,
To see what’s on our plate,
We couldn’t believe it,
It was already past 8.
Away to the kitchen,
I made a mad dash.
To see if we had snacks.
“Oh no, forgot the trash!”
The moon was all shiny,
Its man poking fun.
“Summer is over,
caput, gone, YUP, done!”
When thoughts to my wandering
mind did come clear,
The fall is upon us,
There are things we can cheer.
Like football, Like pumpkins,
Like lattes, Like scarecrows,
Like apples, Like sweatshirts,
Like cider, Like warm clothes.
To the ice cream truck songs!
To the fireworks all night!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away! That’s right!
Make room for the soup
The outdoor fireside chats.
Make room for the leaves,
Thank God, no more gnats!
As I came to my senses,
And was settling down,
A smile snuck to my lips,
No longer a frown.
I’ll be dressed in all manner of
sweatpants and hoodies,
I’ll feel so so cozy,
All ready for some goodies.
That Halloween will bring,
It won’t be just eats,
It’ll be lots of hugs, true.
I spoke no more words,
But went straight to my bed,
Said a prayer filled with thanks,
For what lies ahead.
And laying my head,
And closing my eyes,
My heart felt more settled,
“My goodness! Time flies!”
I rose one last time,
To check on my crew,
“Happy Fall, my sweet ones,
I’m thankful for you!”
“With fear strangling me from the inside out, a soft gentle brave Voice kept wooing me to something different, something scary, yet something satiating and life-giving.”
Thank you, Becky Beresford, Author, for publishing my story.
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“Why did you pack the dishwasher like that?”
“You left the light on.”
“Go to the doctor. You’ve got to stop the snoring.”
I am definitely the queen of nitpicking. At my husband.
It’s so easy for me to find all the ways he just doesn’t do “it” right.
Or the way I think is right. Whatever “it” is.
It’s so stinkin’ easy.
It’s also so stinkin’ harmful.
It perpetuates shame.
It silently mocks, “I’m better than you.”
It is a destroyer of connection.
I don’t want to be the queen of this.
I just DO NOT.
I want to bring grace.
I want to build up.
I want to foster deep intimate connection.
I want to be an agent of healing.
So today, I will call out my husband.
I will yell for the world, and mostly myself, to hear.
“He folded all the laundry.”
“He walked me through a very hard conversation, bringing me much wisdom and guidance.”
And guess what else?!?
Guess what else?!?
“He cut these flowers from our garden and placed them right next to my bed!!”
It is so stinkin’ easy to find all the things that are wrong.
But it’s so much better to see all the things that are right.