Wednesday, November 25, 2015

"Thanks a Lot"

As Thanksgiving approaches, nearly every person and every Facebook post has something to do with the being thankful. It is psychologically, emotionally, and even physically beneficial. Yet to be thankful or grateful in the midst of turbulent times sometimes seems false. At best, we may want to let out a sarcastic, "Thanks a Lot."

I know the generation right above mine--of which my eldest brother is a part of--is known as the "real" generation. Everything has to be genuine and real to be worthwhile. If you want to say it, say it. If you feel it, feel it. Because then at least you are being real. Although there is a huge positive to being truthful and genuine, there is also something to striving for endurance and exercising self-control. There is something to being courteous and to being kind even when we don't feel like it. Even when our situation doesn't grant it as the "authentic" answer.

But I ask you, when Jesus said on the cross, "I forgive you, for you know not what you do," was that a clear reflection of the pain he was enduring? Or was it a choice he made while dying? I know Jesus, being God and perfect, is hard to emulate. I know that He went to the cross willingly with our best in mind and truly must have felt the forgiveness that he was offering. Whereas, I'm not so sure my feelings would have been so pure.

But forgiveness is a choice.

A lot of our life is a choice.

Even when we smile during sadness, it is a choice. It is choosing to be light, love, and bring happiness to this dark world. It is deciding there is too much cynicism, hatred, and bitterness. It is a refusal to be a part of what makes this world a worse place to live in.

The Bible says to be thankful in everything. It doesn't say for everything. It says in. Because if we're really honest, there are just some really terrible  bad things in this world. Evil does exist. But we are to  be thankful in everything which means that there is always a reason to be thankful. For our salvation if nothing else.

I promise you, if you dwell on the beauty and magnificence of your salvation and what Jesus did for you on the cross for very long, a soft flow of joy and thankfulness will begin to take over your spirit. When you focus on all the beautiful things in the world--sunrises, first kisses, the moon glittering over the ocean, puppy licks, caterpillars turning into butterflies, marriages restored, babies born, and forgiveness offered...hope begins to rise, doesn't it?

Because God is good. Even in a bad world.

And we can be thankful for that. And His special graces to get through each day.

His mercies are new every morning."

Lamentations 3:22-23 (ESV)
22 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
    his mercies never come to an end;
23 they are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.
 
You know what I just realized after posting that verse? In the middle of lamentations, the author pauses to praise the Lord and talk about his mercies and faithfulness.
 
Perhaps that is what we should do too.
 
Happy Thanksgiving. May we all make this world a better place, one thankful choice at a time--one genuine, even with clenched teeth, "Thanks a Lot."


~ Prayer of St. Francis

"Lord make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.

O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;
For it is giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life."
 

Friday, November 20, 2015

Eye Photos

"I wish my eyes could take photos."

I read that somewhere. And I though it was cool at first. Then I realized, our eyes do take photos.

They're called memories.

I wrote a poem a year or two ago about a guy...one from more than 8 years ago. It was a poem about release and forgiveness. It was a poem about old dreams encountering new dreams. It was about life, love, and times forgotten. It was about the bright future we both have apart from one another. It was about my prayers and wishes for him. (I will post the poem at the bottom of this blog)

I haven't really thought about him much since I wrote that poem. And thank God. Seriously, I do thank the Lord. I'm so glad that I moved past any thoughts of him and what might have been. But seeing that quote the other day and the little project I'm currently undertaking of putting together a poetry book made my heart a little nostalgic again--not for him (again, thank the Lord) but for times of friendship and ease, of laughter and kindness, of the mystery of first love...

And although I was never in love with this person, I have to admit, I love a whole lot of people. Love is not a feeling so much as it is caring and considering for another person, doing good things for them, and hoping the best for them. We are called by the Lord to love ALL people, and so yes, I love these people in my past--even the guys that ended up not being "the one."

And I cherish the memories--the eye photos. I miss long talks with my friends in college, I miss worshiping together at events, I miss working out with the ladies in Smithville--just being together and striving for a goal as one--and I think about the long days spent writing papers, studying, and working for my dreams...only to find myself in a completely different dream years later than I ever imagined. Just as good, mind you--if not even better.

Because God's plans for me are better than my own. If there is one thing I've discovered to be true in 31 years, apart from the Truth of Who He is, it is that.

And so, I find myself very thankful today. For the eye photos of the past and for the ones I'll make in the future. For the people, the events, and cares of yesterday...and the people, events, and cares of tomorrow. I am thankful for today. And for the memories I've made.

Here's to making more eye photos...wanna join me?

"Mirrored Memory"

A memory, a sigh, a heartfelt wish
Imprinted on the mirror of my heart
Beautiful in all its imperfections
Like you and like me--and what we once were
Who knows why I refused to find my way
Free of images of you reflecting
Right next to me like someday you'd be there
When it should have been clear you never were
And the warbled antique dreams fade away
Replaced by this era of clarity
Renewed and fresh, you're forgiven and loved
And so am I, alone just like you are
Because despite good and right intentions
I expected you to be genuine
And you? You expected me to be her
Instead of reflecting all that I am
True and beautiful, right in my own eyes
And His too, I think--the one opinion
I care for, yours weighing so much far less
Than His as to be nothing to me now
Even so, I find I don't miss seeing
Wishing, sighing, hoping for memories
Of you except to laugh or smile or shrug
And to say hello instead of goodbye
Free and content to bless, to wish you well
On your way, wherever life and God lead
And hope for your sake that someone might teach
You to see in color rather than stay
Black and white, forever in memory


Tuesday, April 14, 2015

"Spring Season"

It's spring. And new life refreshed by rain is in the fragrance of the air we breathe. The spice of growing saplings, the faint scent of wild life, and the musty aroma of moistened earth create an aesthetic that is completed by visions of verdant green grass, a bubbling creek, chasing squirrels, romping calves, and birds flying overhead in newfound freedom.
Spring is beautiful for the redemptive story it tells. Everything that was dead or dormant has come to life again.
But without winter, would we even see spring? Or would it pass by us taken completely for granted? 
Without the years of wilderness, would we even find our promised land? It's a process of sanctification, these seasons of life. We should never forsake his lessons, his truth, and his joys today. 
Abundant life is now. Each season has its own blessing. Whether you're a child wanting to grow up, a teenager figuring yourself out, a single person wishing to be married, a married person fighting with their spouse, parents of young kids just getting through the days, parents of young adults stuck in teenage years, older adults wondering what to do now that their kids are grown...
...wherever you are there is truth and beauty, lessons in faith and hope for tomorrow...
But until we learn, with willing spirits, what God is teaching us in this season, I don't believe we'll move on. So, I don't know about you but I've had an extra long wilderness. And God has taught me so many invaluable things that I am not even the same person. 
I can feel it coming. Spring is in the air. And I don't know about you, but I don't want to miss it. 
So, I'll listen and learn, love and lean on Him, living in this season until he says it's time for new life to bud. 
His process of sanctification began the day I believed and will never stop until the day I am in His presence. So I will celebrate this season and all it has to offer, knowing that when spring finally arrives, I'll be ready for all its promises to come true.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Learning Trust Through Trials

As Christmas is approaching, I find myself in a point in life of new trust. I am praying for new trust everyday - in God's purpose for me in my relationship with him, in my health, in my career, in my future relationships, with my finances, and with my family. I have perhaps never been in a place in my life where so much is unknown. Come next May, a whole new life opens up to me. I am still waking up everyday with a headache. Some days they turn in to full migraines. I've been on so many medicines now I can't hardly remember all of them. Yet, I'm managing to make it through Law School somehow - just taking one day at a time. It's not the way I invisioned it, but maybe that's a good thing. I believe God has a plan for my life and that this health issue must play into it somehow. Yet, I can't help but feel as if these chronic headaches have taken away so much of my life. I am not always able to make social events. I am not able to be at my best with schoolwork except on my best days. I look back on how easy it used to be for me in High School and College and know if my headaches were just gone, I would be that person again. Still, I know that God is teaching me through this - to trust Him. It is a hard lesson to learn, but I'm learning it - and rejoicing in Him anyway. As Christians, we must rejoice. "Joy is not a luxury or a mere accessory in the Christian life. It is a sign that we are really living in God's wonderful love, and that love satisfies us."~ Andrew Murray

Christmas is right around the corner. I will rejoice and trust in my Savior. Jesus Christ has blessed my life to know just who You are.



"The basic premise of biblical trust is that the God and Father of Jesus Christ wants us to live, to grow, to unfold, and to experience fullness of life. Trust is an attitude acquired gradually through many crises and trials. Through the agonizing trial with his son Isaac, Abraham learned that God wants us to live and not to die, to grow and not to wither. He discovered that the God who called him to hope against hope is reliable. Perhaps this is the essence of trust: to be convinced of the reliability of God. Trust is purified in the crucible of trial. From the depths of a purified heart, trust clings to the belief that whatever happens in our lives is designed to form Christ within us."

~ Brennan Manning