I’m late for Lent.
The stripping away.
A time for giving up.
Chips, chocolate and cheese?
Yes. Those three.
But so much more.
A much bigger three.
FEAR, GUILT AND SHAME.
Three that destroy me from the inside out.
Three that have a stranglehold on my heart.
Three that I want banished from every fiber of my being.
A time for giving up.
A time for making room.
For the biggest three.
FAITH, HOPE AND LOVE.
Three that heal me from the inside out.
Three that bring freedom to my precious heart.
Three that I want infused into every fiber of my being.
What is important is seldom urgent and what is urgent is seldom important. (Dwight Eisenhower)
Hope you are doing well. Thank you so much for your letters. Seems like your life is full of crazy stuff in the prison system, things I have no understanding of, nor comprehend how you tolerate, work through and actually still have peace and joy in the midst of them. I can’t believe you’ve sent me four letters and I have not responded to any of them yet. It makes me sad to think about that. I wonder why I haven’t and why I’m sad.
I could give you the “excuse” that life has been a bit crazy lately and it would be true. In the past month, I’ve spent time with my mom during her surgery, helped Sarah with the baby, had a power outage for a week from a major winter storm, helped Jared move into his apartment, looked for a new place to call home within the next two years (we need to downsize–our taxes and this big house are killing us), along with the normal things I do like manage our home and rental property at the beach, have some kind of exercise regimen, lead my women’s group and stay committed to our small group (both of which provide grounding and love), spend time in our marriage mentoring ministry while keeping our own marriage from falling apart, make time to write and keep up with my blog (that also keeps me processing and grounded) and try to maintain some kind of close relationship with God (my lenten fast being a huge thing right now – click HERE and HERE to find out more).
Just seeing all of that in print makes my head spin and I’m not surprised that I am a little exhausted and stressed. My Word of the Year is “TEND” (for those of you reading my blog, I will be having an update right after Easter) and I’m not sure how it’s playing out in my life. As I perused your latest card this morning, your words struck me right between the eyes of my heart. I paused and re-read all four of your letters, reflecting on what might really really really matter and what I might need to “tend” to. As I sit here and process, two huge things jump out.
First, the urgent often takes the place of the important. The urgent are the things that supposedly need immediate attention: endless “needs,” work, house stuff, emails, the “fires” of life, etc. etc. etc. Many times, I have to respond quickly or they don’t get “fixed,” “checked off my list” or I have disappointed someone. I’m not saying they shouldn’t be taken care of, or they aren’t good things, but oftentimes my focus needs to be shifted. In all the flurry of the urgent, the truly important gets neglected: my relationships and heart connection with people (people like you), my dream to bring hope and healing to myself and others and figuring out the avenue to do that best, and most importantly, a vital and deep relationship with God. I miss what’s best for what’s good.
Sometimes I envy you in prison (click HERE and HERE to read more about Kim). You take the time to make what genuinely matters matter. I know you have great loss in not having external “freedom,” and I don’t take that lightly, but you seem to spend your time and energy on the larger things of life, not being encumbered by all the seemingly urgent things it takes to make life keep “humming along,” whatever that even means. I would imagine you really miss the normal parts of life and are envious of me at times as well. As I read your letters and am getting to know you again, it seems like you just “get it” and see life through the lens of the important and not the urgent. You’ve caused me to pause and listen to the cry of my own heart today.
Second, your encouragement from prison is baffling and beautiful. Your letters remind me that it’s not our outer circumstances that dictate our inner life. Nothing can touch our true selves and the hearts God has given us. He is continually healing and bringing us into closer touch with His own heart, the best place of all (not the Women’s Correctional Institution or Stirling, NJ). You penned that the SAME God who has consistently “held you in his loving arms as you have suffered the consequences of your own actions also holds” me too in all the things I am journeying through. I was mildly taken aback. What kind of person says those things (and more importantly believes them) in your situation? The answer does not surprise me: you are someone who understands the deep heart of forgiveness, mercy and grace of God like no one I have ever met before. Your words today healed my own heart further and placed me right in the palm of God’s most loving and generous hand. Thank you. Thank you.
I am making plans to visit you (I am sorry they were thwarted this past time by your illness) because I want to take some time to set aside the urgent for the important and continue the path of relationship with you, one that we both believe has been one of the most redemptive and healing of the past year! I miss you and can’t wait to see you again.
Much much love,
P.S. To answer your question about being a grandma, it’s truly amazing! Broden Bear is a fun little guy! I love that your daughter sent you 265 pictures of your sweet granddaughter! Yay for us!
“The Lord, your God, is in your midst, a mighty savior, who will rejoice over you with gladness, and renew you in his love.” (The Bible)
Love, loss and lent all collided on Wednesday. The very best part of being human, our deep love for one another, was celebrated. Another horrible and murderous act showed one of the worst parts of being human, our collective and individual brokenness and the tragic loss we all feel in our very bones. Ash Wednesday couldn’t have come at a better time, marking the beginning of a period of human reflection, repentance and renewal.
Oh how we need it. I need it. When I hear “hard-to-understand, out-of-my-control” things on the news or from a friend or family member, or experience these things in my own life, I tend to move quickly toward fear and anxiety. All the “what-if” thoughts come careening into my head and heart. I go through all the natural “lizard brain” (as I call the amygdala) reactions: flight, fight, faint or freeze. Sometimes, I run the other way and pretend it doesn’t exist. Other times, I get angry and try to come up with a plan to fix it. I seriously just take a nap or watch mind-numbing television many times. However, to be honest, my reaction oftentimes is to become completely paralyzed, unable to do anything. One thing I certainly don’t do often enough is to take the time for the spiritual: reflection, repentance and renewal, what I actually need the most.
That’s why I am so thankful for the season of Lent, this specific time marked on the calendar that shouts to me to do things a little differently than I do every other day of the week, month, year. Take a break from the status quo. Carve out time to shake things up in my every-day life. Exchange the natural for the spiritual, the outside for the inside.
About a year ago, a difficult, out-of-my-control, situation reared its ugly head in my life. In fact, it was something that kept coming up over and over and no matter what I tried, the problem just wasn’t getting fixed or even getting pushed in the right direction. It wasn’t for lack of effort on my part. I had tried all four methods of fleeing, fighting, fainting and freezing along with better tools like counseling, prayer, you-name-it. That night, in the dark, on my knees, a last ditch effort at telling God I was super serious this time, the word “Hosanna” flooded my mind and also my mouth. I wasn’t sure why.
Of course, I had to check it out. What did this word that I had heard so often in my churchy life even mean? Thanks to ever-helpful Google, I found that “Hosanna” was originally an appeal for deliverance, a cry that shouted “PLEASE SAVE.” Over time, it developed into an expression of joy and praise for deliverance that was anticipated and would be granted, an oral burst of hope in God, an “anchor for your soul” kind of hope.
Being the “doer” that I am, I came up with a Hosanna list (that now exists on a pink sticky-note on my computer and I have a feeling you are going to try to see if you are on that list…that’s why I made it blurry…LOL), that being at the very top. I eventually added people and situations that seem completely out of my control, the ones that seem hopeless, the desperate, only God-can-fix-this, things. I only have one word for them: Hosanna. Please save. I repeat this often to myself when I see that pink note, “When you don’t know what to do, pray Hosanna.”
So what’s with hummus (see title of blog post)? Starting on Monday, I am participating in a partial fast for forty days during Lent, ending with a celebration on Best Friday (as my friend Jody has named it since she is getting married that night). I’m taking a break from some of the foods that I love: cheese, chips, and chocolate (to name a few) to make room for what’s better: hummus (along with veggies, fruit and nuts).
Forty days from now, I probably will be a little thinner and a lot healthier (great perks of this fast). But I want it to be much more than that. I am combining Hosanna and hummus. You guessed it. I want to take a break from my go-to, very natural methods of controlling and fixing (which I also love) to make room for what’s better for my soul: reflection, repentance and renewal. When I want to reach for the natural, I pray that I will instead be reminded to reach for the spiritual, the super-natural. I am asking God to “please save! Please save!” Speaking words of hope to my own heart that He is the BIG GOD who hears my deepest cries and can truly save and renew even the seemingly impossible in my life and the lives of those I love and even some that I don’t even know personally.
Today, I invite you to take this journey with me. You don’t have to give up what I’m giving up. This is personal. Along with this, I would be honored to hear what or who might be on your Hosanna list (click HERE to get in touch with me privately). If you want, I can add them to my pink list for the next 40 days and as I am eating my hummus, I will be quietly shouting “HOSANNA!”
By the way, it’s my birthday today! What a great way to start of my new year! I wonder how God will show up! I can’t wait to find out!
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