Holding on to a Generational Deep Hope in our Brokenness

The wounds cut deep; both physically and figuratively.

Fourteen Decembers ago, I fell down the stairs. People sometimes talk about traumatic events as experienced through a surreal slow motion reality at the time. That would perfectly describe how it played out for me.

Having come back late from a church meeting, I longed for rest. Having just snuggled into my cozy layers of protection for my body , I was awakened by the high pitched voice of my toddler from the top of the stairs son beckoning me. Our bedroom was in the basement in the not completely renovated lower level (read that as concrete stairs), I was concerned about his possible fall. In my half asleep state, I climbed up to grab him and bring him down.

However, as I held him in my arms and attempted to take the trek back down, I realized quickly that something went wrong. Fear erupted as I felt my foot hit air when it should have made an immediate connection with cold cement. In what seemed like a few minutes (but was likely  a few seconds), I scrambled to make sense of what was happening and how to resolve it. Fearing that my son would hit the cement floor, I turned my body to soften the hit.

Fortunately, he did not sustain injury. I did.

My  broken shoulder commenced a nine month journey into waiting-for physical and emotional restoration. Truthfully, it was painful at times. Waiting for something for which you long but in which you have little control is hard.

It turns out, I also realized that my spirit was in need of attention. I’m not good at waiting. Trusting in God’s character rather than grabbing toward my tendency to a always be in control challenged me.

As I reflected on my experience that happened during Advent, the connections were not lost on me.

Waiting. Longing. Envisioning.

The Israelites knew a bit about these things. The hope of a Messiah. A King. A Deliverer, A Restorer was held up generations deep. God’s promises were embraced as the prophecies were repeated. Hope dangled in front of them as they witnessed God’s presence reminding them that they were never forgotten; through word and action.

But lifetimes went by. Unexpected twists and turns to the vision they held in their minds threatened to detour them toward discouragement.

When will fulfillment take place?

Waiting for something for which you long but in which you have little control is hard. It reminds us of our humanity; broken in body, mind, and spirit. True restoration can only originate from Heaven.

So we hold on to hope-one that is generational deep.

Waiting. Longing. Envisioning.

My shoulder is not completely healed. I lost cartilage that can never be replaced. The amount of movement is limited. I can’t do a backstroke very well but I can live with that. Jesus meets me in my brokenness yet I know that these moments are blips on the journey. Experiencing the fulfillment promised in Jesus will take a lifetime.  Actually more than that.

“Know this with all your heart, with everything in you, that not one detail has failed of all the good things God, your God, promised you. It has all happened. Nothing’s left undone—not so much as a word.”  Joshua 23:14

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What a Disney Song Teaches Us About Our Value

 

Sometimes scripture speaks to us in the most unexpected moments.

Last year, I found myself mesmerized by Maddie Poppe’s folksy version of  Jungle Book’s “Bare Necessities” on American Idol.  https://youtu.be/U8kzof7bb2Y I confess, my love for it resulted in a few replays on youtube.  As I sang along …..

“Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
That’s why a bear can rest at ease
With just the bare necessities of life
With just the bare necessities of life”

It hit me: Hadn’t I heard this message before?

Consider the ravens: they neither sow nor reap, they have neither storehouse nor barn, and yet God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds! 25 And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life?”   Luke 12:23-25

I have no idea if the scriptural context influenced the writing of the lyrics to the song. Yet, the truth that lies within both births awareness of provision, freedom from human striving, and contentment.

In addition, Baloo happily exhorts his companion Mowgli to share in the feast found in the food sources that have been gifted them in their landscape.

It’s a simple message: find amazement and solace in our needs being met. 

“And don’t spend your time lookin’ around
For something you want that can’t be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin’ about it
I’ll tell you something true
The bare necessities of life will come to you”
But here’s the rub: embracing it demands trust in our Creator. 

“For it is the nations of the world that strive after all these things, and your Father knows that you need them.  Instead, strive for his[f] kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.” Luke 12:30-31.

God’s got this. Do you believe it?

 

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Do Others See Our “Oneness?”

People are watching.

Truthfully, they always have.

The account of the early church in Acts witnesses to the increase in people who wanted in.

Yes, there was persecution and counter cultural living but there was also the awareness of watching something amazing happen: transformation. People looked out for each other’s well being; physically, emotionally, spiritually. They saw people connected in an other worldly way. Divisions were confronted and worked through, people listened to each other, and earthly labels were set aside.  They took seriously the cause of Christ and knew they needed each other to spread the news and demonstrate by example. People could not join fast enough.

What do people see now?

Social media and other technology venues have increased our platform for sharing who we follow and the way we are transformed. But what do others see? Is it a movement worth joining? Do we portray a likeness to who we follow?

 You were all called to travel on the same road and in the same direction, so stay together, both outwardly and inwardly. You have one Master, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all, who rules over all, works through all, and is present in all. Everything you are and think and do is permeated with Oneness. (Ephesians 4:4-6)

The same “oneness” that God desired be illuminated by the Israelites to show others “I am God.”

The same “oneness” that Jesus stated would show others who were his disciples.

There is something about that concept of unity that speaks loudly. Perhaps it’s because it gives witness to divine infusion.

The beauty of the church is the diversity within it: different, ethnic backgrounds, genders, political leanings, ages, personalities. But together we are traveling the same road and in the same direction.

Everything you are and think and do is permeated with Oneness. How can we do better?

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When My Son’s Teacher Reminded Me of What Matters

I anticipated a quick overview of my son’s academic progress. My husband and I arrived for the annual parent teacher conferences for our youngest. In my mind, an audio of the expected conversation played in my head.

We could have skipped the conference but in person connections with people that profoundly influence your child are important to us. They can offer insight into our children that, we, as parents may miss.

I anticipated hearing about his grades. Isn’t that the main agenda for conferences? He is a sophomore. For him, academic success as measured by public educational standards comes somewhat easy for him

I anticipated hearing that he is well behaved. His personality is such that he thrives in structure and has a natural desire to be helpful in whatever environment in which he finds himself.

What I didn’t anticipate was the teacher’s next comment. The words penetrated my soul. Truthfully, the impact hit so hard, my breath struggled to continue it’s rhythm.

“Your child is a wonderful human being.”

These words.Liberating. Life giving. Gratitude worthy.

As parents, we give our best efforts to raise a human being who becomes a productive member of society. We strive to model and cultivate the imago dei in our children.

But life is unpredictable. Factors outside of our control threaten our best intentions. And we hope and pray that our kids will endure and in some way, their life will make a mark in this world.

I anticipated hearing about academic progress. But I walked out thankful for something else. Regardless of whether or not our kids achieve high academic status, pursue a non collegiate route or obtain admission into their dream school, blessing others transforms our world.

In the end, isn’t that what matters?

Why We Need to Hand Over Our Burdens to Jesus

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Giving up control is never easy.

One of the most emotionally gut wrenching scenes in the movie, “The Shack” is when Mack is forced to hand over the body of his deceased daughter to Jesus. As one might imagine, the pain and anger surrounding his daughter’s unexpected death at the hands of another man consumed him. Even his wife and other children had yearned for healing and restoration. But Mack’s complicated history had resulted in fearing the consequences of surrender. Control had become a comfortable “garment.”  Despite his earlier interactions with Papa, Jesus, the Holy Spirit and the character Wisdom, Mack refused to let go of his burdens.

But holding on keeps us hostage.

Mack came to my mind a few years ago as I found myself in a dark place. An unexpected descent into depression created a heaviness in my soul. In the midst of it, guilt, fear, and anger were evoked as a  video of past events played repeatedly in my mind. I recognized that Jesus was beckoning me to hand the weight of these situations over to him. Initially I imagined myself placing it at his feet. But then I realized that I easily could run back, pick it up, and regain control.

Then Mack came to mind. Just as I saw Mack transfer his daughter’s body to Jesus hands, I pictured myself placing my weights onto his open arms.

Once, he grasps our burdens from us, it’s hard to grab them back.

What are you afraid of relinquishing? Jesus’ arms are outstretched and waiting.

“Truth is, You know what tomorrow brings
There’s not a day ahead You have not seen
So let all things be my life and breath
I want what You want Lord and nothing less”  Lauren Daigle, “Trust in You”

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How Jesus Speaks into My Repeated Short Term Memory

Why is it so hard to remember?

The disciples entered the boat.  After finding themselves in the midst of the crowds drawn to him,  they finally get Jesus to themselves.

But then it happens. Someone notices something. It’s what’s missing that is recognized. No one brought lunch for the journey.

But the disciples forgot to pack a lunch. Except for a single loaf of bread, there wasn’t a crumb in the boat. 

Meanwhile, the disciples were finding fault with each other because they had forgotten to bring bread. 

And the arguing commences. Someone dropped the ball.  Now what? Hungry stomachs fuel angry spirits.

And then….Jesus.

Jesus overheard and said, “Why are you fussing because you forgot bread? (

Remembering the lunch isn’t the problem.

Remembering who is the Bread of Life is.

Did they forget Jesus was in the boat?

Don’t you see the point of all this? Don’t you get it at all? Remember the five loaves I broke for the five thousand? How many baskets of leftovers did you pick up?”

They said, “Twelve.”

“And the seven loaves for the four thousand—how many bags full of leftovers did you get?”

“Seven.”

 He said, “Do you still not get it?”

I see myself in that boat. How many times does Jesus need to remind me that I have witnessed him multiplying loaves and fishes?

Yet, I forget.

Anne Vos Kamp in “The Broken Way” calls it “soul amnesia.”

Despite, witnessing the divine intersecting earth,  I am back to my human perspective of troubleshooting. One that often involves fear and sometimes blame.

Did I forget Jesus is in my boat?

Thankfully, his patience never ends. Despite my repeated short term memory. Nor does his desire to meet my needs.

Sometimes I need to hear the reminder. “Do you still not get it?”

This post is based on the text from Mark 8:14-21)

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The Moment God Spoke to Me Through a “Burning Bush”

Often, we find ourselves standing on Holy Ground when we least expect it.

Friday I led a workshop for parents who are exploring new territory. As you know, parenting does not come with a handbook. Hills and potholes appear out of nowhere and we are left confused, exhausted, and strategizing how to be better prepared. When your children struggle with chronic health needs, navigating parenting becomes even more challenging. Because of our family’s experiences with mental health issues, God grew a burden in my heart for other families in similar situations.

Once we started digging ourselves out of the trenches, I felt God nudging me to educate, ,encourage and empower others. But how?

Visions began to unfold. Whispers from the Holy Spirit spoke into my heart. And I put them on the back burner of my mind.

Until one day. God spoke in the midst of my weekend routines; my familiar paths.

“God said, “Don’t come any closer. Remove your sandals from your feet. You’re standing on holy ground.” (Exodus 3:5)

“Can you do a workshop for our women’s conference?” asked my friend. Of course I wanted to do it. But I wasn’t prepared. I had nothing put together. Was this a holy moment?

When you are confronted by God’s voice in a burning bush, you can’t escape. Especially, when you take off your sandals.

Later, I watched the fire radiate from God’s voice speaking into the vision that had been put on my heart. A workshop was birthed.  A new calling commenced.

The first time I presented that workshop, i walked in with trembling knees. Would anyone come? Did God really call me to this place?  The room; packed with women hungry for hope, became a sacred space.  I pinched myself in that moment.  It was real.

What is God speaking into your life? Have you taken off your sandals yet?

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