A Little Gossip

Let’s talk about gossip. 

I’ve been thinking about it for a few weeks. Funny enough, the subject came up exactly after I stated on Facebook that I was going to try to work hard on pushing my "pause button" before speaking or posting! So, in that moment, I forced myself to pause, and ponder this for a bit on my own. But now, I'm curious, and would like other input.
 

Do you know what gossip is?  Or, rather, do you know what gossip is NOT?

It’s NOT gossip to tell someone the facts of what happened to you personally. 
It’s NOT gossip to answer someone’s question about why you chose something. 
It’s NOT gossip to tell someone your first hand factual experience of a situation. 

Oxford Dictionary defines GOSSIP as “casual or unconstrained conversation or reports about other people, typically involving details that are not confirmed as being true.”

Some key words in this definition that stood out to me were “other people” and “details that are not confirmed as being true.”

So, for example, let’s say Jane and Billy Bob were involved in a car accident. The policeman shows up and asks what happened? Jane and Billy Bob give conflicting accounts. There are no other witnesses around. The cop ultimately sites Billy Bob for running the stop sign as there is clear evidence of him not braking at all, and Jane was barely going 10 miles an hour when hit. Billy Bob calls her a liar and storms off to his car. 

Later, when Jane gets home, her neighbor comes over and asks her what happened to her car? Jane replies that she was in a car accident. Her neighbor says, oh no, what happened? Jane tells her about her experience: reporting about stopping at the intersection, then pulling forward and how Billy Bob ran into the side of her car. She tells her neighbor how he tried to blame it on her, but the policeman stated that supporting evidence showed that Jane was in the right. Jane is still flustered and tells her neighbor this is first time she’s been involved in an accident. She says she can’t believe Billy Bob tried to say it was her fault and called her a liar. All of what Jane said was true, and was the facts about her own personal experience directly from her. She did not speculate about what Billy Bob did or add details. She did not go knock on her neighbors door and say, let me tell you what Billy Bob just did to me! Someone saw evidence of an issue in Jane’s life and asked her and she replied with the facts about her own life and her own first-hand experience. She even had a witness in the cop of Billy Bob calling her a liar and accusing her. 

Then, Billy Bob goes home, and his neighbor is out doing yard work. Billy Bob walks over to his neighbor and says “Women driver’s are the worst.” He tells him that he got a ticket because police are always nicer to women and didn’t believe him when he said Jane was driving distracted, and the cop probably thought she was cute and let her off! Billy Bob gave his point of view and his opinion of the situation, and he speculated bits of the truth to make it favorable to his way, but none of it was the actual facts, except for that he and Jane were involved in a car accident. He WAS gossiping about her supposed flirting and distracted driving.

Now, if Jane’s neighbor then goes to their other neighbor and says, “Do you know Billy Bob? Well, he almost killed Jane today because of his reckless driving in that big truck and then he yelled at her and called her a liar, can you believe it?” And then that neighbor replies, “Well, you know he has a criminal record, right? I heard he just got his license back the other day. That’s probably why he was so mad. He probably doesn’t have insurance! Jane should file a lawsuit against him!” 
And then Billy Bob’s neighbor goes to his friend and tells them that Jane lied about not driving distracted and she flirted with the cop to get away with it.

Well, THEY are ALL definitely gossiping. None of what they are talking about happened personally to them. Then, if THEY go tell other people and the story gets more out of alignment with truth, before you know it, Billy Bob’s girlfriend hears that Jane is going around telling everyone that Billy Bob is a criminal and almost killed her, does not have insurance, and threatened her life. None of which Jane actually said. And Jane’s boyfriend hears that people are calling her a flirt and a liar...which Billy Bob did actually say but did not actually happen.

THAT is what gossip is. 

Jane had every right to tell about her experience. It happened directly to her. Now, a question comes of, should Jane go tell everyone what happened to her to intentionally make Billy Bob look bad? No, I don’t think so. But that’s more of an ethical question, though, and not really about gossip.
   
So, my question is, what do you classify as gossip? 

If someone comes up to me and asks, “Why did you step away from that position?” Or, “What happened to your tree in your front yard?” If you give that person a facts-only answer to their question about you based off YOUR own personal experience with things in YOUR life, is that gossiping? 

Digging in after this has led me to a deeper morality question...

WHY we say the things we say? To me, this is the harder question.

What is my motivation?

 

I do believe that it is okay for me to give my own direct account of events that happened directly to me. I do NOT believe it is okay for me to do the above if my sole motivation is to hurt another person, or to damage their character. This is a VERY hard heart question when it involves someone who has wronged you.

Again, in our example, Billy Bob yelled at Jane and falsely accused her and DID go home and intentionally spread false information about her.
 

My husband and I talked last night about how difficult it is to turn the proverbial "other cheek." It is human nature to want to strike back, to want to correct an injustice against us. As a Christian, it is especially difficult when know those who are talking about you do not hold the same spiritual standards you do and openly attack your identity as a Christian. I've gritted my teeth at this a lot lately. 
However, at the end of the day, I had to ask myself a very important question: Do I want to be right more than I want to be kind?
I heard someone say recently "The best person is the one who does the right thing first."
I want to do the right thing.


My husband and I realized that these are opportunities to show our kids a couple of things:
1) Not everything you hear is true.
2) Your known character should speak so loudly that it's hard for people to believe contradictory things they may hear.
3) Your real friends will come to you.
4) How important it is to keep your own mouth shut because words hurt people.
5) Even if what we are saying is true, we should not intentionally damage/hurt other people.



That last one...I wanted to scream as I typed it. God's Word tells me to be kind to those that seek to do me harm, to PRAY for them, to do good to them, and (ugh) to love my enemies. (Luke 6)
So, back to our example:
Jane probably would have been heartbroken and hurt and embarrassed to find out what Billy Bob was gossiping about her. Most people would say she would have been well within her rights to bash and discredit him, to defend her character. But, after much soul searching and prayer, I think a person's character should speak for itself. Keeping your own mouth shut is often the hardest and most challenging exercise of your character.
Proverbs 18:21 has popped at me twice today from two different avenues! It says, "Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits." Hmm. I don't want to eat nasty, rotten fruit, so I shouldn't spew nasty, rotten things.
And, sometimes...often, the silence speaks so much louder than the gossip.
Even at Jesus' trial, when people were accusing and gossiping and lying, he just stayed quiet.
Which leads me back to the pause.
Great.
I'm going to go wrestle some more with controlling my tongue!
 

 

The Mission Trip that Took Me On

 

Would you be willing for God to take you where you don’t want to go, or through things that are hard, if it gets you to where you need to be?

I asked myself that question early last year.

And it has been a wild ride...most of which has NOT been fun or easy. But, I can also honestly say that I am closer to where I need to be, closer to God, and more at peace.

One of those little challenges to my heart happened recently in the form of a MISSION TRIP.

I feel like people have mixed feelings when a friend or family member announces they are going on a “mission trip” and are raising money to do so. I know I have had my own skeptical feelings about it in the past. Not that good things aren’t done on most Mission Trips, I know they are, please don't mistake that! But, I guess I was always slightly skeptical of some people’s motives for going, or of thinking that it might be more beneficial to just send the money instead of raising money to send the person. My church has sponsored many mission trips in the 10 years that I’ve been here, and good things were accomplished. Still, I never felt the call to go myself.

Until now.

I always say that one of my favorite things about God is how uniquely personal he is with each of us! He knows I’m a stubborn mess and he has to give me a head start to warm up to things. He’s pretty consistently gracious with me that way!

In April, I went to a well-known Women’s Conference, where one of their focuses for this year was a drive to sponsor children in the Dominican Republic through the highly respected group Compassion International. I felt my heart give a little thud, but I waved it away. This was not for me.

It was a 4 hour drive home from that conference and my friend that attended with me is a very well traveled individual. Chatting about travel on the way home I asked her what her least favorite destination was? Without the slightest hesitation, she answered, “The D.R. (Dominican Republic). I couldn’t wait to leave, and have no desire to go back. It was an awful trip.”

I thought, Oh, well that doesn’t sound promising… It kind of helped me the close the door tightly on whatever stirring was bubbling in my heart.

A few weeks later, it was announced that our church would be partnering with Compassion International to take a group to the Dominican Republic in November, and asked for interested parties to meet after church. I felt that annoying tug on my heart again. But this time, I told myself I just felt it because the D.R. had come up numerous times recently in different ways. It was just coincidence and that it was definitely NOT God trying to get my attention.

But...He did have my attention. And, throughout that day, I found myself half-heartedly trying to rationalize why this type of thing would never be possible for me right now. I didn’t even say anything to my husband. Why mention something that I didn’t feel was realistic or pertinent?

The next day, at work, my phone rang. It said it was my husband’s work number but when I answered, it was actually his co-worker, who goes to church with us. She said she had a question for me. She said she had attended the interest meeting yesterday for the Mission Trip to the Dominican Republic, and on her way home, she was thinking she might ask someone to come with her, and she felt like God immediately brought me to her mind and told her to ask me.

My stomach dropped.

She went on to give me the details and the cost, and said she thought, if I were interested, we might be able to come up with some fundraisers together. I told her I would think about it and let her know.

I hung up, and sat there in shock for a minute.

This was not going away.

Was God really pushing me toward this?

After all my skepticism over the years? And to the Dominican Republic where my friend had just said was her least liked place to visit? And why now? The last year has been crazy for our family. We traveled a lot recently, by a series of coincidental big life things happening close together, and also because we needed some good family time to heal and recoup and rest. Then, not too long ago, my husband and I unexpectedly lost a good chunk of our monthly income and money has been much tighter. So my immediate response was, we simply do not have the money right now to do this. And, I would feel bad asking people to sponsor me on a trip after taking and funding other trips on my own this year.

I had just made up my mind that the trip was not possible, when my husband called. When I explained, I thought he would probably agree with me and all my reasoning. But he didn’t. He said, “Honey, don’t you think if God really wants you to go, he can provide the means for you however he chooses?” I said, “Uh, yeah. But, we’re trying to get out of debt, and I just feel like if I’m going to put effort into raising money I would feel bad if I were willing to do it for this but not to be more diligent toward our own debt. It would feel like not being a good steward.” The next day, repeating that to a very wise friend, she said, “You know sometimes with God the answer isn’t 'either/or', it’s 'yes.' Yes, be diligent with eliminating debt. Yes, be wise with your finances. And yes, trust God to provide for this trip, whatever that means.”

That was two weeks ago. And I have dug my heels in as long as I can.

I finally realized/accepted that I have been unwilling to say “yes” because I’m scared that God is really calling me to do this. Primarily to change ME. And I’m scared of what I will have to admit to myself about myself.

The things He calls us to ALWAYS change us first.

Saying “yes” is hard for me because it doesn’t make sense for me financially right now. It doesn’t make sense time-wise within our family. It doesn’t make sense that it’s the Dominican Republic, because I don’t really want to go there! It just doesn’t make sense.

But all those reasons that don’t make sense to me are why I already know this is God working first and foremost on a mission for MY heart.  That makes sense. Because that's what HE does.

God is always on a mission to make us more like him. If I could do this under my own power, I wouldn’t have to trust God to work it out.

Saying “yes” to this would mean asking people for help, which is hard for me. It would mean putting myself in possible uncomfortable and unknown situations. It would mean opening my heart more and allowing God to sift out some of the yucky places there. It would, undoubtedly, mean confronting face to face one or two of my own struggles, and surrendering places I am holding back from God.

But saying no would cost me so much more.

I’m so guilty of always trying to figure out God’s plan BEFORE taking a step. That’s not faith. That’s analyzing a situation until it makes sense.

Faith is what you CAN'T see. Faith is trusting in what doesn’t make sense.

It’s then that I remember everything is God’s anyway.

I was reminded of that about a week ago. In one day, our bank account was hacked and someone stole around $800. Then I tripped in the rain and busted up my knee. Then my husband was in a car accident, totaling his car and getting banged up a little, but walking/limping away.

The following Sunday at church, the message was about hearing God speak. One of the things the Pastor said was that God wants us to confront our own self-righteousness, get ourselves out of the way so we can hear him. That painfully poked my heart. I’ve been convicted a lot lately about my own struggle with humility. If I decided to go on this trip because I wanted to visit this place and thought it would be a great vacation/trip, I would question my motives. But because of the great and gracious setup God had given me weeks before, I didn’t have to worry about that! I didn’t really WANT to go there, thanks to my friend’s less-than-lovely comments about her experience! I thought about how I had been so worried about our financial situation, and letting those worries convince me not to take certain steps toward God. And in one day, God showed me that NONE of it was really mine anyway, and could be gone in the blink of an eye. 

That’s a humbling thought. But a good reminder...that God always sets our hearts up for success. We just have to be willing to see him. And what I'm seeing now is a bunch of little idols hidden inside in my heart.

So I’m saying yes to this Mission Trip. And seeing what happens!

Also, just in case you wondered, I have already revised my opinion of Mission Trips. Because I know now that God starts the mission for more of your heart WAY before you ever even leave on the trip! His mission is to change us in the process of maybe changing someone else, as well...

Fumbling with Forgiveness

I’ve been struggling hard the last few weeks with something that I don’t like.

Forgiveness.
Specifically, forgiving “enemies”.
It’s hard enough to forgive someone who you felt wronged you when they are close to you, a friend or family member. But we’re not only called to forgive the ones who we feel deserve it, or the ones that we like.
We are just called to forgive. And keep on forgiving. A whole bunch of times, even if they do the same thing over again.

I think I just vomited in my mouth a little bit…

I’ve learned this lesson before, but I have to keep learning it. Probably because I LIKE to forget it!

When I was 16, God allowed me to go through a couple good, hard, heartbreaking things in one year. In desperation, I clung to promises of God. I read my Bible like a starving person. And the overwhelming push from him throughout that time was for me to rest in God, let him take care of it, and to try my very best to forgive the ones who had hurt me.

That forgiveness didn’t happen overnight.

Emotions are a crazy and turbulent thing. We can’t control them, but we CAN corral them. God took me on a year-long journey of learning what real forgiveness was, and truly embracing for the first time what God’s forgiveness of MY wrongs to him really cost.

A favorite song of mine right now says, “When I was your foe, still your love fought for me.”

Take that in for a minute…
I was a foe, an enemy, of God.
I actually told him out loud once that I hated him.

And, still, he ran after me, he fought for me. He fought through my anger, and rebellion, and stubbornness, and he never stopped.  

He died for me.

Ephesians 4:32 is what hit me the hardest… “Be kind to one another, compassionate, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.”

As a 16 year old baby Christian, I read that verse and had to ask, So, how did God forgive me?

The answer was hard to swallow then, and it’s hard now.

He forgave me when I hated him.

He forgave me when I did things wrong against him.
He forgave me when I did things that hurt other people.
He forgave me when I tried to fill myself up with everything except him.
He forgave me BEFORE I ever asked for it, and when I definitely did not deserve it.
And…he keeps on forgiving me. Every. Single. Time.
His love, and his forgiveness, never run out.
Unconditional.

Take a big gulp, because...that’s how we are supposed to forgive others: before they ask, or deserve it, before they act nicer to us, or change, and even if they do it again!

So, here I am now, 22 years later, having to re-learn that same thing. People have hurt me lately. But people always hurt other people at one time or another. Because we’re people! I think that’s why, in Ephesians, we were admonished to be kind and compassionate to each other! Because we ALL have been hurt and will hurt others. 

You’ve probably heard the saying “Hurt people hurt people.” Meaning, of course, that, like a wounded animal reacts defensively, so do hurt and wounded people.

But, not God.
God reacts by fighting FOR us. He offers up himself as a hiding place for us. He offers to heal our wounds. He forgives.
And so must we.

It is, honestly, one of the truest representations of God’s love shown in human form, to love and forgive those who do not love and forgive us.

Jesus’ own words, recorded in Luke 6 verse 27 say it perfectly:

“But I say to you, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you. To one who strikes you on the cheek, offer the other cheek also, and from one who takes away your coat, do not withhold your shirt either. If love only those who love you, what benefit is it to you? For even the ungodly love those who love them.  And if you do good to those who do good to you, what benefit is that to you? For even sinners do the same…But love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return, and your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, for he is kind to the ungrateful and the evil. Be merciful, even as your Father is merciful.”

Oh, I cannot tell you how that equally rips my heart and is a precious, healing balm to it!

I’ve spent weeks, maybe months, roiling in my mind and heart over injustice and hurts and pondering how I can make it right. I’ve said things in response that I shouldn’t have (…ie: wounded animal!), and I just knew the day would come when the wrongs against me would be righted.

But, maybe, maybe this whole time it was an opportunity to see God’s merciful love and forgiveness.  To live that out in front of others?!

I WANT to show that.

It’s hard. It is definitely a wrestling point and it takes so much effort in our human hearts!

But, much like that 16 year old girl learned a long time ago, the payoff is so much bigger and better than our own fumbling actions could ever produce!

So, corral those emotions rumbling around, and offer them over to God, and ask him to help you forgive...

When Somone You Love Behaves Badly...

Plastered all over the headlines this morning is the shocking announcement that beloved news anchor, Matt Lauer, has been fired due to some serious sexual harassment allegations from a co-worker. While watching the other anchors announce it on live TV this morning, this one question they asked snagged my attention. I rewound it and listened again. The newswoman and co-anchor of Matt’s said this:

“How do you reconcile your love for someone with the revelation that they have behaved badly?”

She replied to her own question that she didn’t know the answer to that.

But I do.

It’s a hard, seemingly impossible thing.

But it IS possible.

There have been a few times in my life, unfortunately, when someone I love has “behaved badly”, and I have had to work through that very question. People I loved and admired and respected, close friends, people in my church family, and people in my own family. It is, undoubtedly, one of the most difficult things that we, as people, are asked to do. Primarily, because it calls for several actions that go directly against our humanity and sense of self-worth. What that reconciliation requires is a complete and honest examination of self, and then a humbling of the self you just realized. Here are 4 things that I believe are required to answer the news anchor’s question of “How do you reconcile your love for someone with the revelation that they have behaved badly?”

1. You must first dig deep inside yourself, and look at all the junk there. Examine every hidden part, and be honest and realize that we are ALL completely capable of behaving badly. And that we do it a lot. You must see the bad inside you, too.
2. You must, MUST, realize and accept that your “bad behavior” that you just acknowledged, and the things you struggle with, and the ugliness inside your heart, is not any less “bad” than anyone else’s. It just shows up in different ways. It puts on different costumes, but underneath it is the exact same “bad”. This is hard. It’s maybe the hardest thing. Because it is at this moment that you realize you are on the same level ground with the person you just moments before thought was worse than you. It takes absolute self-honesty and humbling of yourself.
3. You must examine if you really ever loved this person to begin with? Did you? Did you really? What is real love? Ask yourself how you want others to love you? Do you want them to stop loving you if you make a mistake? Do you want to have to earn their love? Do you want people to only love you when you are good? If you have kids, is that how you love your kids? Or do you still love them, even when they behave “badly”?
4. Once you look honestly at yourself and your heart, and put yourself on the same level as the other person, and ask yourself if you really loved that person before, then comes the real action part of this reconciling of bad behavior...forgiveness. Forgiveness is a choice. You don’t earn forgiveness. And, it is my opinion, that true forgiveness only comes after true love. You can’t really forgive someone you hate. Because, why do you hate them? Because of what they did? Because of who/how they are? Well, then you didn’t really forgive them. Forgive means “to cancel”, it means treat them as if it never happened. So that completely does away with the widely held premise of “I’ll forgive, but I won’t forget.” Forgiveness is a choice. A hard and painful choice. But it is also the beginning of healing, and the first intentional step toward reconciliation.

 

So, in light of those 4 things, “How do you reconcile your love for someone with the revelation that they have behaved badly?”

Well, we must also understand that the word, “reconcile”, basically means “to check for accuracy, restore, account for”. And that is exactly what you have to do to to handle the those moments when people disappoint you by choosing bad behavior. It takes actions on your part. It’s not based off of emotion. You check yourself first for accuracy. You examine YOU before you examine them. You account for your own bad behavior, and admit to it, before you bring into account theirs. You restore the depth of love you have for them that is not based off of their behavior. And you choose to forgive them.
In the best words of a very old, very true, well used passage, you reconcile it by practicing this:

Love is patient (long-suffering) and kind (desperately wants the best for them);  

Love does not envy or boast (is not jealous, and does not brag);

it is not arrogant or proud  (not self-righteous, or power-hungry)

It is not rude. (is not blunt to wound, does not want to tear down or dishonor others)

It is not selfish; (wants NOTHING for self, is not stubborn or demanding, gives without return)

it is not easily angered or resentful; (not quick to anger or be offended)

It keeps no record of wrongs (does not hang on, or remember, keep tally of, bad behavior)

It does not delight in evil things, (does not want vengeance or unrighteous things)

but rejoices with the truth. (is joyful at the presence of the Truth of God’s Word)

Love bears all things, (bears=Greek word to cover or protect, 1Peter 4:8 - Love covers a multitude of sins. It protects the heart & character of the other person, no matter what.)

believes all things, (always, ALWAYS, believes and thinks the best first...cause it keeps no record and is not selfish and is patient and covers a multitude of sins, it chooses first EVERY SINGLE TIME to give the benefit of the doubt, is chooses to trust)

hopes all things, (there’s a reason this follows believing...this is loves way of refusing to take any failure as final, it’s sincerely hoping in God’s plan)

endures all things. (holds the line at all cost, it perseveres in face of adversity)

Love never ends. (it abides, it is there, no matter what)

    (1 Corinthians 13:4-8)

Basically, love is an action, not an emotion. When someone hurts us, or disappoints us, we want to react based off our emotions and based off what we think they deserve. But real love CHOOSES to do neither of those things. Real love reconciles itself no matter what.

I know that sounds cliche, but it’s true. Real love is always there. Even after “bad behavior.”

What the real question should be is: How do we show grace after bad behavior? The answer?

By continuing to show them real love.

 

Which is...how God loves us.

An Open Door to My Closet of Skeletons

Lately, I feel this bubbling up of "stuff" inside me.

It's like an over-full closet that you can barely close the door on.

Some of it's my junk. Some of it is my family's junk. But some of it just showed up and doesn't belong to me at all, and I'm not sure how it got even got there!

But the same thing is true with all of it...to get rid of it, I have to deal with it. I have to touch it and look at it and ask myself honest questions about whether it deserves to stay or needs to get the heck out and quit using my space.

Here's the truth:
Things are real.
Struggles are real.
Life is real.
And it's also really tough.
Too often, when tough things come along, we shove them in the closet and close the door.
Sometimes, it's because they make us sad. Sometimes, it because we are ashamed of them. Sometimes...usually... it's just because we are not sure how to handle them and we don't want anyone to know that!
Well, I'm tired of doing that.
I just want to always be REAL with people.
I feel like for the last 10 years or so God has had my husband and I both on a journey of learning how to leave the closet door open, of letting God direct certain people towards us and being willing to share all our hidden realness with them.
It's very scary, but also very freeing.


I am a slight hoarder. Not the crazy TV show kind! But I keep things. I hate to get rid of stuff because I'm afraid I might regret it. Also, I grew up in a religious setting where you always had to look like you were the perfect Christian. You did not admit faults, or struggles. You hoarded them away in secret. You kept the door on that closet full of junk closed tightly and woe to the one did not!


You know what I'd like to do in life? I'd like to swing my closet door open. I'd like to have an EMPTY closet. Wouldn't you? What if I got rid of the stuff that was useless and then all my "me" stuff was on display in my living room instead? Wouldn't it just look LIVED IN?
But what holds us back the most is each other. We are so worried if someone sees inside my closet, they will talk bad about me, treat me differently, see me differently, not be my friend, etc.
It's scary.
It definitely takes lots of courage to swing that door wide open!
If I do...would there be anything that would change how you feel about me?
If you found out I was struggling with something would you offer help, or just talk about me?


I want the closet door of my heart open.
I do.
I'm just scared to let you see...

When God Points...

I was in the car alone with my husband. We had just dropped our kids off with my parents and were driving back the hour and a half home as the sun went down. I had already determined earlier today that I would use this alone time, free of kids and distractions, to share a dream of mine with him that had been brewing in my soul. I was nervous about starting the conversation. It is hard to share a seemingly impossible dream...even with someone you know loves you. I hesitated. I thought about waiting till later. But then God (isn't that how the best things begin?) bolstered my courage by painting a breathtaking sight in the sky. Peter knows I love the sunset and suddenly, while I sat silently gathering my courage, he veered off the main road, and down a side street. I asked him where he was going just as he crested a hill and turned into a parking lot and stopped. Before me was the most breathtaking view, free of power lines and street signs and tail-lights. Free of distractions.
The most beautiful sunset.

There was a very distinctive bright ray pointing straight up surrounded by a splash of color at the bottom. I thought, I want to be like that...I want to reach up for God so hard that His light falls down and bursts out all around me. For about the millionth time in my life, a sunset brought tears to my eyes. A gift from God, pointing me and encouraging me and making me feel safe with the one he had given me to.
We pulled back onto the road...and my husband asked a simple innocent question that was the perfect lead in to what I wanted to share. And the words burst out of me! We talked the rest of the hour home. And all the way the sun rays chasing along the edge of the sky changed and the colors changed. We would turn a corner and I would catch my breath and stop mid-sentence and say "Oh, it's just so beautiful!" I thought how scared I often am of change, but how, often, change just makes us better. Peter would smile and squeeze my hand and keep driving. Keep going. He often keeps me going! One of Peter's comments led me to look something up online and I stumbled upon this perfect phrase for this perfect moment:
"The finger of God never points to a place where His hand has not already made a way." (A quote from Mandisa!)

Where is God pointing in your life? Where, to what, or whom, is he compelling you, and drawing you? He is patient and loving. And he has already made a way.
The thing is, we have to be willing to change and to go chase the rays. We have to be willing to veer off the safe main road to see the way better. We have to trust the ones he has put in our lives to walk the path us. We just have to follow the light where it points and obediently step in his direction.

How to Get From Here to There

Sometimes, I feel like I’m drowning in the mundane minutes that make up my day. Lately, I feel even more bogged down every second by this feeling that something in my life needs to change. I feel plagued by the thought that I am not doing what I should be doing. It’s like there’s something way over THERE across this great chasm of every-day life and I know I need to be There, but I can’t seem to find the bridge to cross to get There. Then I start thinking, maybe I need to build my own bridge? But when I think that, I feel even more anxious and overwhelmed. Because if I have to stop and build my own bridge, it’s going to take so much time and I’ll have to quit what I’m currently doing and I have things I need to get done here too and who knows how long it could take and how much it will cost to gather the stuff necessary to build the bridge to get There?! And on and on and on my anxious thoughts go.

Where do I even start? It feels impossible.

But then I see people building bridges to get to their There! I see people trudging happily across their own bridges to their own life things. And I start to think, well they are doing it, so I just need to do it! I need to get There…

Maybe I am just scared. Maybe I am just weak. Maybe I just don’t want to put in the effort to start the bridge-building process?  Maybe I just don’t want to think about what it might cost me Here to get There? Maybe I am afraid I will fail?

Or maybe I am afraid that I am wrong and that over There is not my place at all and that I am supposed to just stay Here on this side and be happy over here, and stop counting the minutes Here as mundane! Or, maybe… maybe the problem is that I’m trying to carry too many things with me to There. My load is just too heavy to even think about adding the building materials or the extra necessities. Maybe I just need to learn to manage Here before I can even begin the process to get There?

Ouch. That last sentence struck a nerve.  The great Bridge Builder isn’t going to give me bigger things to manage if I can’t even take care of the little things in front of me well.   

So, back to my question: where do I even start? I guess my answer is, I start Here. Right here where I am. And I do Here the very best that I can before I even start looking over There.