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I read this phrase in a book recently –

The Place of Great Unknowing

Have you been here?

Or been forced to visit by things far from your control?

There’s very little in this place of great unknowing that feels familiar.

Like the edge of the ocean, the sands of certainty slip away with each new wave.

High tide or low,

the washing away of the earth below your feet is exactly the same.

Water in.

Sand out.

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I sit with people every day who stand in this place.

But even as I listen, I’m fully aware that I stand here too.

This place of great unknowing.

Unanswered questions.

Uncertain futures.

Unresolved conflicts.

Undeniable pain.

Unachieved goals.

 “Un” after “un” fills our stories.

Shifting sand slips away beneath us –

and our balance feels anything but steady.

At some point along the way, though,

we realize we all visit this place much more often than we’d like.

What do we do with this reality?

How do we keep from falling?

Message after message arrives in my inbox………..

sand is slipping all around me.

Tomorrow is scarier than today.

And today seems pretty frightening.

I think of Psalm 61:2,

“From the ends of the earth I call to you,

I call as my heart grows faint;

lead me to the rock that is higher than I.”

Maybe that’s it.

Maybe it’s not about getting away from this place.

Maybe it’s about knowing where to stand when we’re here.

Because the truth is-

we all live in this place of great unknowing.

The fanciest calendar will never control what the pages actually hold.

I remember calendars filled with things that never happened.

Written in ink, I had scheduled life.

But in the place of great unknowing we don’t really hold the pen.

So it’s knowing where to stand and knowing Who really writes our story.

Like any master of his art, our Author loves suspense.

So turning the page on life holds mystery.

And this mystery requires trust.

That’s where I’m at today.

I feel a chapter ending……

but I know the One who is already writing the next one.

And He knows me.

He knows you too.

He knows what we don’t know in this great place of unknowing.

And honestly, what else do we need to know???

He holds the pen, so I can let go.

Release my grip.

Take my stand on the rock.

Let the waves crash in.

The sand still slips away, but somehow I don’t.

Somehow I stand.

Not alone and never in my own strength.

He is my Rock and He holds my pen.

He is Your Rock and He holds your pen too.

So today I will give thanks in this place of great unknowing.

Because I know the One who holds this unknown place in the palm of His all-knowing hand.

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It’s been so long since I’ve been here.

I’m not sure if I’ve stayed away for fear of what my fingers might type,

or for fear of what they may try to avoid..…..

The truth is……

Words matter to me.

And once I start writing, I release things that are often easier to hold close to my heart.

So sometimes it’s easier for me to keep moving.

Stay busy.

Push forward.

Because when I stop,

I’m forced to think of all the things that are changing around me,

and it’s sometimes too much to bear.

I talked with a friend not long ago who is adjusting to her youngest son now being in college.

“But I liked the chapter we were in,” she said with a smile but tears in her eyes.

Another friend sent a text the other day asking for prayer.

Her daughter is getting married, and while she’s excited,

she’s fully aware that many things will never be the same.

And maybe that’s what 2018 has been for me.

A year when so much good has happened……

and yet so much has changed.

Sometimes a chapter ends.

A seasons draws to a close.

Where things were hard.

The brutal winds of winter stop beating down and new life begins to appear in the form of green grass and blooming flowers.

We long for these changes.

They refresh and restore.

But sometimes winter looms.

The leaves begin falling from the branches and the breeze shifts from warm to cool.

We see it coming,

There’s nothing we can do to stop it.

So we pull out our coats.

We find our gloves.

We brace for a new season…….a new chapter.

Because life is a story and staying in one chapter too long just isn’t part of the big plan.

No.

Pages are meant to be turned.

That’s the way it’s supposed to be.

And when you’re a parent this means you won’t always get to choose when and how one chapter will close and another will begin.

That’s right.

If my life is a story, my kids’ lives are stories too –

and their pages aren’t numbered just like mine.

So, what do I do when I see a new chapter starting in their book but I want my chapter to stay the same?

How do I watch them move forward when my heart is trying desperately to hang on to what once was?

It’s been a year of learning for me.

A year of hanging on and letting go.

A year of embracing new memories while clinging to old ones.

I’m still learning how to navigate the empty nest.

The sticks are poking this way and that.

A few eggshells remain…..and I sometimes find myself stepping right on them.

My little birds fly home from time to time,

and I cherish every second.

But for the most part,

my nest feels empty.

And I’m still trying to figure this whole thing out.

Jesus said, “I came to give life…..abundant life.”

And I believe those words are still meant for me and you.

So this chapter,

this very different chapter,

matters.

And it’s good.

I’m realizing more and more that just because the story looks different,

we’re all still in the very same book.

So the phone rings or a car pulls in for the weekend,

and suddenly my chapter and theirs has the very same story line.

And life is still very good.

The pages turn.

The chapters change.

But love keeps out stories connected.

And today, I’m thankful for love.

Because a nest filled with love is never really empty.

And one thing I know for sure,

Love is still very much here.

And for that I’m so thankful this morning.

They weren’t hiding…….

but they weren’t supposed to be on display either.

Hints of Christmas……

Reminders of winter.

They somehow missed the packing up of seasons long past.

And my friends discovered them this weekend.

How had I missed them?

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Maybe I hadn’t really.

Maybe I like seeing Joseph by my television and a snowman hanging under my mantle.

Maybe I’ve passed them many times and smiled.

Because the truth is……………..

I need Christmas and part of my heart is forever in Winter.

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I may pack them away eventually,

but to be honest,

I’ll probably put them right back where they were………..

and I may leave the Easter eggs in my dining room.

Because I need all seasons.

All year long.

Blogging has been such a struggle for me for the past year.

I wish I knew why.

I wish I knew why my words have seasons too.

Seasons of birth, death, and resurrection.

But since I don’t,

I’ll embrace whichever season God sends my way.

Like snow in April,

I’ll write when I feel stirred and I’ll be quiet when I don’t.

Today, I felt a nudge to photograph my out-of-season figurines.

Joseph and a snowman.

What in the world do they have to do with May?

In one way, nothing.

Yet in another way,

they have everything to do with every single day of my life.

A common man called to raise the Son of God.

Joseph did exactly what God asked him to do.

No questions.

No complaints.

No need for praise.

And my snowman………….

smiling in the cold of winter,

knows he’ll melt the minute the sun warms up.

He doesn’t fear his next chapter……..

which may be watering a flower or trickling into the roots of a tree.

And my Easter eggs.

Reminders of a spring morning when death was conquered once and for all.

How can I tuck them all away for a year?

I can’t make it without the Hope they hold.

I want to be Joseph.

Quietly doing the next thing God calls me to.

And I want to be my snowman.

Smiling, regardless of what comes next in life.

And goodness knows, what comes next has no guarantee for joy.

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It’s Monday.

We’re a week into May.

And my house still has hints of seasons long gone…………

It probably always will.

And for me, that’s okay.

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Happy Monday!

Happy Easter!

Merry Christmas!

And Happy Whatever Season You Need Today!

God is right there!

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I’d Rather Travel Alone

April 14th, 2018

 

Paths –

they’re always leading me.

And their dusty trails, covered in leaves, may try but just can’t hide the truth,

someone’s been this way before.

So I walk, unsure of where I’m headed,

but convinced I’m going in the right direction.

On a good day,

I have a plan.

Point A to Point B.

Purpose lines up with passion and suddenly every step is significant.

As Goldilocks once said after journeying through the woods,

these days feel “just right.”

Other days, I wake up wondering how I’ve even made my way to this tree-lined trail.

 Point A feels far away and Point B seems completely unreachable,

so I find myself wandering aimlessly.

These paths try to trick me.

My direction changes more often than my mind

as leaves whip in the wind and dust blows high in the sky.

What once seemed like a clear trek through the woods becomes a vague and uncertain stumbling over roots and twigs.

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Personally, I’ll take a “just right” day any time.

But then again, wouldn’t you?

Don’t we all long for an easy road?

A journey made smooth for our oh-so-tired feet.

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I still have so much to learn, but I’ve learned a little in my 52 years of hiking through life.

I’ve learned God never promised an easy journey.

And He definitely never promised lots of company along the way.

 He actually called His road narrow and straight.

And warned of a way to end up exactly where we never want to be.

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Don’t give in to worry or anger;
it only leads to trouble.

Psalm 37:8

How often do I do this?

I give in to worry.

I bow down to anger.

I find it so easy to fret.

And holding a grudge……well that’s just as easy as holding someone’s hand.

I’ve learned I don’t have to be an experienced traveler to carry things like worry and anger around in my backpack.

And I’ve also learned they take you nowhere fast.

Nowhere, that is, except to heartache and pain.

A destination I never want to reach.

So, I look a little closer up the road ahead of me.

The path seems to be talking.

Calling me to focus.

As I look,

I see her.

Just around the bend.

Waiting patiently to be found.

Wisdom is there.

She’s whispering (as all wise voices do),

“This path is rough……….but it’s the right one.”

Wisdom knows because she saw it too –

This pain-filled path went right past Calvary.

Blessed are those who find wisdom,
    those who gain understanding,
 for she is more profitable than silver
    and yields better returns than gold.
 She is more precious than rubies;
    nothing you desire can compare with her.
Long life is in her right hand;
    in her left hand are riches and honor

Her ways are pleasant ways,
    and all her paths are peace.
Proverbs 3:13-17

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Wisdom, keep leading me.

I’m listening even when it’s hard to hear.

All your paths are peace.

That’s what I want.

I don’t want easy.

I want you.

So worry and anger,

you’re not invited on this journey.

I’d rather travel alone than have your company.

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I won’t deny it.

There’s beauty in every winter snow……

even when it falls in spring.

The calendar can’t control its arrival any more than we can.

And with world-hushing power,

it has a way of uniting all creation under its blanket.

Snowflakes slowly pile high, creating magical scenes,

but at the very same time,

they add extra weight to every tree and every bush forced to catch them as they float from the sky.

Bearing this unexpected burden seems to be second nature to our backyard this year

as winter drags on and on.

And this winter has been so very long.

Do the branches ever get weary?

Does the grass ever feel tired?

Do the bushes ever feel bitter?

even angry?

Surely they do……………

at least a little.

When I stand close to any part of God’s creation that resembles the way I can so easily feel,

I want to believe it somehow “gets me.”

I want to think it somehow senses my presence and feels just a little better too……

and a little less alone.

Because aren’t shared burdens a little easier to bear?

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If I’m honest,

I’m a snow-covered bush many days.

Grief is my blanket.

Pressing down on every part of me,

reminding me of what I’ve lost,

it has the power to overwhelm my soul.

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“I don’t know how you do it,”

I whisper to the bush and then I wait.

I hope it has a good answer,

because I’ve heard these words so many times and still struggle to find a good reply.

 I want to believe the bush, who’s endured so many snows through the years,

has figured it out.

But I think it understands the very thing I’ve slowly learned.

These words make no sense.

A winter storm, like the loss of my two children, was never listed as “optional” on the bush’s application for life.

There was no Plan B for the evergreen as the snow fell

and there was no Plan B for me when my children were snatched from this world.

The bush holds the snow as I hold grief,

not because it’s able to but because it has no choice.

 

Grief is my snow.

It’s heavier at some times than others,

and I don’t always see it coming.

When it catches me off guard,

I do my very best to keep my branches from snapping under its weight.

And sometimes that’s all I can accomplish in a day.

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It snowed today.

Heavy, wet flakes.

Piling up quite unexpectedly.

My heart felt the layers as they began to accumulate.

Each snowflake a faint memory,

a photograph etched in my heart,

a smile,

a voice,

a hug,

gone forever.

God is good………..all the time.

So the sermon went………….and so the saying goes.

But sometimes, when the snow piles high,

those words hurt.

And today,

I felt their punch.

And I wasn’t wearing gloves to protect myself from their blow.

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When there’s a 100% chance of snow,

I think the bushes must somehow know……

and brace for it.

I’ve got to learn to brace myself too,

because grief is part of my story,

100% of the time.

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And maybe that’s the bush’s reply to the comment,

“I don’t know how you do it.”

Maybe it’s simply,

“I don’t do it.  Hope does.”

And like the bush,

the very thing that braces me for unexpected waves of grief is with me all the time…………..

I just can’t see it.

Hope, much like spring, is the invisible force,

holding me up.

Keeping me strong.

Bearing the weight of all the things that feel way too heavy.

Quietly reminding me that winter has no power.

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Hope.

It holds up my branches

no matter how heavy the snow.

And for that I’m forever thankful.

If, like me, you live daily under the weight of grief,

I’m praying Hope is your brace too.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him,

so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Romans 15:13

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Diapers.

Long nights with little sleep.

Never-ending laundry.

It’s hard to even remember all the things that used to be part of my motherhood story.

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Like the voices of my children floating through the house,

the memories of things that once completely wore me out are slowly fading away.

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I’m not sure if these memories seem foggy because they feel so distant,

so untouchable,

or if they’ve just been buried under all the new things motherhood has brought my way.

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I try to get up early.

Spend time with God before I walk out the door.

Read my Bible.

Plow through the Old Testament stories of God trying desperately to lead His people to a better land.

Drink hot tea.

Pray.

Breathe.

And all the while,

my mind wanders……

just like the Israelites in the desert.

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Are my kids okay?

Are they happy?

Do they know how much I love them?

Are they searching too?

Do they want to know Him more than they did yesterday?

Did I do enough to make that pursuit attractive?

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For me, the hardest part of motherhood is definitely this newest chapter.

Letting go.

Completely.

Trusting God to fill in all the gaps,

cover all the wounds,

be the feathers I used to be.

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And as I think those words,

it happens.

 God speaks.

He’s had enough.

He pries my hands away from all I’m clinging to and very gently says,

“I’ve always been their feathers.”

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I look up.

Toward the wall in front of me.

Trophies

photographs,

childhood artwork drawn by little hands.

Chapters of life I thought I controlled.

Who did I think I was?

I stumbled then just as I stumble now.

I may have been carrying my kids,

but God was carrying me.

And does that mean He was carrying them too?

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Why do I fret?

Why do I allow so much of my mind to become consumed with their journeys,

their happiness,

their relationships with God………………….

when I often struggle with my very own??

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Motherhood never ends –

But neither does God’s pursuit of me

 or my children……………..

After all, they were His long before He loaned them to me.

 And He uses everything to keep them close or draw them back,

the hard times and the easy,

whatever it takes to pull them closer to Him.

So today,

as I head toward a day filled with my own kind of work,

I’ve got to allow God to do His.

Maybe confessing my struggle to the world will somehow completely release my heart and mind from all that’s been weighing them down.

Help me, Lord.

I am one of yours.

Abba’s Child………….

and my children are too.

You love them each more than I ever could.

What more do I really need to know today?

You’re always working for good.

Always.

Draw my children near to You.

Cover them with your feathers.

As you always have.

And let me fly………………….freely trusting You to meet their every need.

I love you so much, Lord.

Thank you for pulling me back to you,

time and time again.

 I think, 

for the first time in a long time,

I feel a little better.

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He will cover you with his feathers,

and under his wings you will find refuge;

his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

Psalm 91:4

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I’ll never forget the day I met Davi,
one of Luke’s closest college friends.
His smile was the first thing I noticed.
His Brazilian accent was a close second.
His sweet way of calling
my daughter
“First Lady”
made me smile so big.
I loved everything about this young man,
and he showed up just when we needed him
as we worked hard to get Luke and Olivia’s first home ready for their big move-in day.
Davi, like so many of Luke and Olivia’s college friends,
had a servant heart that dove in happily to tasks that easily could have been avoided
because of busy schedules as the semester neared its end.
But Davi, along with many others,
demonstrated selflessness and joy as they
cleaned and painted for hours,
in order to create a home
for two people they loved dearly.

Friendship became more than a word as Luke and Olivia’s wedding approached.

The night of the rehearsal dinner, however, Davi stood up,
and I found my eyes filling with tears as he began to speak and
take his love for Luke and Olivia to a whole new level.
Friendship transformed from actions into the gift of words
my daughter and son-in-law could carry with them through all of their marriage
on the good days and the not-so-good.
I hope his words speak to you today the way they spoke to me on Saturday evening, December 16th, 2017.
I hope they rekindle love if you need it.
I hope they restore hope if you’re looking for it.
I hope they inspire you to
love deeper,
love longer,
love harder,
and never walk away from someone just because it isn’t easy to stay.
We live in a throw-away society where words like disposable and replaceable have crept into every corner of our lives.
I know there are times when things are out of one person’s control……………
my heart aches in those moments.
But if you know someone who is teetering on the edge of doubt………………..
and still has a chance……………
please share Davi’s toast with them.
The world may be screaming,
“Be happy.
Think about yourself.
You only live once.”
But God never stops whispering,
“Stay.  Fight.  Win.”
through voices just like Davi’s –
and I’m forever thankful.
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Thank you, Davi, for this gift of words.
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“No, love doesn’t happen in a glance of eyes
No, love doesn’t happen as a result of kissing
No, love is not a passionate feeling
No, love is not having kids with someone
No, one cannot waste this word like this.”
Love takes time,
it takes pain,
it takes crises,
death,
disease,
it takes sin,
hurt feelings,
offenses,
discussions,
uncertainties,
deception,
 frustrated expectations,
dead dreams,
losses,
painful change,
emptiness,
solitude, 
anguish,
sadness,
lack of resources,
struggles,
nights of insomnia…….
If,
after years and through all of that,
someone stands by your side,
if this person does not give up on you,
then,
finally,
you can look into each other`s eyes and truly say:
“I love you”
This “I love you” will be more than just words coming out of your mouth,
this “I love you” will be words that are tested and proven by life…”
Luke and Olivia, this text is not all mine.
but the pastor who said it
knew the Bible enough to bring an idea of love
that sounds impossible to be lived because it reflects the way the Father loved us,
in and through Jesus. 
Bad news:
It is a Biblical standard that is unreachable for human beings by themselves.
Good news:
He is here with us.
Within us.
In you.
With you two.
And that’s why it is possible. 
We’ve only been friends for four months,
but I love you enough to say this:
My wish for you is that you live this love.
More than words, may you seek and experience it. 
His love brought you two here.
His love gave you two life as individuals.
Now, this same love, lived through Him, will guide you as one.
As three with Him.
And as four or five or more when the babies come.

 

About love, when it is time to say it, may you say it.

When it is time to show it, may you show it.

When it is time to prove it, may you prove it.

When it is time to sacrifice, may you sacrifice.

When it is time to create indelible memories, may you do so. 

And if you ever question how much the Creator loves you two,
look around.
Look at all those people here.
Look at the pictures of this day.
Look at each other. 
Love you two guys!
Happy first day of a new life!

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Round and round, thoughts spin in my head.

How does our world have the capacity to hold so much good……………

and yet have room for so much evil?

Yesterday, evil pushed its way into our country…….once again

and tried to take over.

It forcefully took what was never meant for it to have

and left our nation staring at screens,

asking why?

wondering how?

Evil never makes sense.

We can ask a hundred questions.

We can ask them all day long;

but even if we come up with as many answers as to why……….

evil leaves us empty.

Speechless.

Aching.

Scared.

Evil only wins, though, if it turns us into anything less than good.

Because the only way to overcome evil is with the very thing it hates.

Good.

Love.

Mercy.

Compassion.

Love sees beyond the face of the one who carries hurt into a school and isn’t afraid to ask,

“What is really going on here?”

Our nation has a problem,

and it’s bigger than “who is holding what” or “how they acquired it.”

It’s bigger than any laws or the lack of them.

Evil is a heart issue.

And no amount of law passing can change a heart.

We can pretend evil is humanly fixable…….

because fixing things is what we all want to do.

Some things are just too broken for human hands.

And this world is one of those things.

We need more than a manmade

or woman-made

or people-made

or whatever-you-want-to-call-it today………

glue.

And maybe that’s part of the problem.

We’re so caught up in word usage these days that we’re missing the eyes of the very children we’re trying to teach to read them.

We are a broken world and a confusing one.

Today, the media and our government have no problem sending out “prayers” to the hurting,

but tomorrow they may very well call into question anyone trying to pray within a school building.

No wonder our children often feel lost.

We teach them to want God when they need Him

but to push Him away when they think they don’t.

We’ve got to change this mixed message

unless we think the next generation can survive by bouncing back and forth between faith and self-sufficiency.

There are so many things I want my granddaughter and every other child to know,

but today I want them to know that no matter how evil the world seems…………….

good is still here.

If they’ll only look up.

He is the answer.

Always.

He is the way.

Every single day.

He is the Healer of all that is broken.

Forever.

And there’s no law that can take away, change, or override that truth.

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Most people, if they had really learned to look into their own hearts,

would know that they do want, and want acutely,

something that cannot be had in this world.

There are all sorts of things in this world that offer to give it to you,

but they never quite keep their promise.

C.S. Lewis

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