People willing to recognize the limits of their power and authority prove worthy of my trust. These people are willing to be challenged, recognizing that they have as much to learn as they have to teach. I hope to be a person like this. One who never holds onto my certainty so tightly that I am blind to my own limitations. One who listens, really listens when others challenge me. One willing to humbly refers them to someone who knows more. One who is willing to lay down my power and authority for another’s well-being.
...I know that sometimes my motives can be more selfish. I can choose to help so that others will look at me as kind or because I am afraid to say no when asked. Or I can choose to help others because it makes me feel better about myself, painting myself as the “hero” and others as the “victims,” causing more harm than good. I want to choose to help so that others can flourish, choosing to put aside any authority that I may have, both that which I’ve earned through hard work and that which was gained by luck of circumstances, so that others too can experience true flourishing.
Do you remember the first time you rode a bike without training wheels? Maybe your dad or mom pushed you down the road promising not to let go until you were ready. You never thought you were ready, but they let go anyway. And maybe you rode off into the sunshine and never looked back. Or maybe, like many, you fell down.
“Mommy. He spilled milk on the dining room carpet.” “No! She left it near the edge so when I walked by it knocked over. It’s her fault.” “No – it wasn’t near the edge. He moved it there.” “Guys, I don’t care whose fault it is. Somebody just pick up the cup so it stops... Continue Reading →
As a child, I never understood how one could describe pain. Words like sharp, stabbing, aching. How could I know what I felt was sharp or stabbing? How do we know that what one describes as sharp another might not describe as aching? And isn’t grief a bit like this? Each of us has or will experience it in our lifetime. But how each one of us feels and describes those feelings is always different.
God, You are knocking on my heart. It gets loud, so loud, and sometimes I try to drown it out. I don’t want this. I think You must be wrong. I am not good enough, strong enough for this. I say that I know You are good and You are in control. And yet, too... Continue Reading →
“Decisive” – at this point, it became clear I can’t make decisions. Maybe this is what I should focus on. Being decisive. Or maybe it should be intentional? Or maybe focus? Or discipline? Or strength? Any words of wisdom for me? Suggestions for other words (because I really need more choices)? And how about you? Have you picked a word to focus on this year?
Do you ever feel like God is yelling at you to get your attention? As a mom, I know that yelling isn’t my first response and usually comes after many attempts to get a child’s attention. This past week, I feel like God has been yelling at me – or more accurately to me. “Confrontation.... Continue Reading →
As I was sifting through my word files on my computer tonight, I found this old journal entry that still resonates with me today so I thought I would share it. 1/23/2016 Today we had a bit of snow in our neighborhood so we spent the day at home in our pajamas, with the exception of... Continue Reading →