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Together we can fly anywhere…

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I find my gaze lingering a little longer on my favorite mug tonight … because sometimes in the middle of all the reality around is, we need to step outside, look up at the sky again, and let our spirits fly even when we may feel a bit stuck, confused, concerned (fill in the blank here) To that end, I am going to attempt to post a picture a day of something that makes me smile, helps me see the fingerprint of God, or just lifts my spirits above words like “quarantine”. As we stay on top of important and pressing matters that crowd around us these days, let’s practice some soul care as well.
“I lift up my eyes to the hills– where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. indeed, He who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.” Psalm 121.
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The trouble with chariots

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You would think by now I’d have it figured out. At least certain things in life seem like they should be a given – and yet as I stare down a birthday that marks another trip around the sun, I wonder why I feel like I’m just beginning to learn some things that seem so obvious.

So here goes. You might call this a confession of sorts. Or maybe a resolution for a new year, a new perspective. Call it what you may, on this day before my birthday, I feel the need to lay bare my heart a little.

We’ve all had those days – you form a plan, scrawl out the to-do list, run through the day just trying to keep up with the next thing, and end your day with more on that perpetual to do 2to-do list than when you started? All the while thinking, “if only I could only be more disciplined … if only there just weren’t so many interruptions … if only I had more hours in the day”

There are the mundane things you have to do, like laundry, dishes, feeding the starving children who make all the dirty clothes and leave trails of Legos all over your floor … we so often hurry through these things so we can get to the “important” part of our day. And yet, if you’ve read anything I’ve written over the last few years, you will see the traces of God helping me see that there is no “mundane” – no part of the day lived outside His sweet and redeeming presence. We worship with our hands in soapy water and our heads bent low over another toilet that needs to be cleaned. I have been helped in this journey by reminders like this: “So whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all for the glory of God” – 1 Corinthians 10:30. The refrain is echoed in one of my favorite books – Every Moment Holy. There are prayers in this precious book that claim every moment – even the changing of diapers – for the God we ultimately serve. Reeling me back in to focus on what is really important. I try to camp here.

I know this and believe this with all my heart. I have pontificated at length about this, as if all the words will somehow form me into a deep soul who can live in this place. So why do I get impatient when my precious son interrupts my busy to-do list with his latest silly joke? Why do I feel like what I need to do is more important than the situation in front of me, taking me away from my plans so that I find it almost impossible to give an entire day to God? Why do I feel such impossible tension between what I believe and what I do?

And herein lies my confession. I still want to be in control. You might even say I need to be in control. I’m a fairly rational person – I believe that if you hand me a map, I can figure out the shortest distance between point A and point B. Just point me in the direction I need to go, and I’ll make a way for us to get there. And I want everyone to stand back, get out of my way, and not muck up my beautifully crafted plan. That’s where the logic flies off the rails: I am completely comfortable handing my whole life over to Jesus – just let me handle this day!

And He’s not letting me get by with it. A couple weeks ago, I had something important happening at my house that I needed to be home for. I had a couple quick errands to run, and had it all planned out. A stop at the iPhone repair store, a quick hop over to another store to pick something up, and then back home just in time. It was supposed to work perfectly, but I didn’t factor in Murphy. Well, I don’t have to tell you what happens next in this little story because we’ve all lived it – there was the customer in front of me that took much longer than expected … the store that didn’t have what I needed … the trip across town to another store to track down the item … yada yada yada. And I suddenly found myself fuming in traffic, berating myself for choosing the wrong time and the wrong stop on that packed day. With the red traffic light glaring down at me and the cars all around, it was like I could suddenly hear the chuckle of God as He whispered to me, “Do you really think I can’t handle this?”

And I had to laugh at myself a bit along with Him. Because that’s the problem with chariot 4chariots – they may be helpful and kinda impressive but they’re really not that trustworthy.

“some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God” (Psalm 20:6)

I’ve been trusting in my grand plan and my strength to carry it out. Trusting in myself to make it happen. Here I stand before the God who flung the galaxies into space and parted the Red Sea – the God who has shown up in amazing ways in my own life – and I complain about a little interruption in my “perfect” plan? This is where I find my imbalance.

I wonder … do you feel this with me? Maybe time isn’t your challenge – maybe it’s your finances. Or your career. Or that unhealthy relationship that you just can’t get past. What are you trying to control that you need to release today … release to the One who created and designed you, your situation, and this specific day in the middle of it all?

It is commonly known that Bach would inscribe the bottom of many pages of his compositions with the initials “SDG”- indicating Soli Deo Gloria – “to God alone be the glory”. I recently discovered that he would usually include something else, and this rounds it all out for me! At the top of the page before he would write the beautiful music God brought to life in his soul, he would scribble the initials “JJ”. They stand for “Jesu Juva” – “Jesus, help me!” How many mornings have you stared down a day with that cry in your heart? I know I feel it this sleepy morning. There’s a difference between just doing a day and doing it well. I want to inhabit that difference – to bring that awareness into every decision. I want to find myself stopping more often, asking God what I should do next instead of just blindly rushing into the next moment on my list. I pray that this next year will be marked by this intentionality.

So as I sit here this morning and watch the sun rise, I’m already making my plans for the day. And I think that’s ok – we all have schedules and things to accomplish. But in the middle of it all, I’m grateful for this reminder from Elisabeth Eliot: “Lord, You have assigned my portion and my cup, and have made my lot secure’ (Ps16:5). I know of no greater simplifier for all of life. Whatever happens is assigned. Every assignment is measured and controlled for my eternal good. As I accept the given portion other options are cancelled. Decisions become much easier, directions clearer, and hence my heart becomes inexpressibly quieter.”

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Dust bunnies and Christmas trees

It finally all caught up with me.

I mean, you can only hide the dust that is threatening to engulf your home for so long before it rears its ugly head and exposes you for who you really are.

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Because even though we all may prance around like Lucy from a Charlie Brown episode, pretending to have our stuff together, if we’re honest with ourselves, sometimes we feel a little bit more like the dust-embattled “Pig Pen” of the series. Literally.

Let me explain. Some people use Thanksgiving as their gauge for the appropriate time to break out the Christmas decorations. In my little world, it comes the day after Halloween. After a month of dealing with ghosts and ghouls haunting the aisles of every store I walk into, I can’t wait to throw up the tree and string the lights! (Thanksgiving looks extra good in the reflection of Christmas lights … we don’t skip Thanksgiving in these parts, we just “accessorize” it!”)

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So this year I jumped right in. Only, to my horror, I suddenly realized that this wasn’t going to be as much fun as I thought. It has been an exceptionally busy few months, and though I have maintained the “mandatory” cleaning of laundry, dishes, and the necessary loathsome toilets, I had blithely ignored the dust gathering in all the corners and surfaces of my home.

Until the lights came out and suddenly I could see it all. Everything ugly shone forth in shocking brilliance. And my dreams of glorious decorations stopped short in the depressing realization that I needed to put on my big girl pants and clean.

Truth is, I’ve been struggling with the thought of Christmas this year. I want all the joy, I want all the celebration, but sometimes it just feels like a lot of work, and I’m tired. It’s like I’m bursting at the seams (literally and emotionally) and then we take all these lights and decorations and songs and expectations and pile them on top of all this other stuff going on. And it starts to feel heavy and busy and cluttered.

Kind of like my house with decorations obscured by dust.

Sometimes it’s hard to see the beauty through the chaos, isn’t it?

Don’t blame Christmas. It’s holding out it’s arms with the promise of wonder and beauty … the opportunity to pause and remember. To put up impractical decorations just because they shine and make us smile and to give unnecessary gifts just because we love someone. To remember those important things that we build our lives on, but allow to get squeezed out in the business of life. The problem with Christmas lies in our capacity to receive it. We don’t know how to make space for it, so it just starts to feel like more work, more stuff, more than we have space for. We’re putting the beauty on top of the mess of our lives and it all dulls into incoherent clutter.

So I pulled out my dust rag, and I started to wipe. And as my home started to sparkle a little more, I felt the space around me work a surprising miracle. It was like the literal act of wiping away dust was starting to clear out the dusty corners of my heart. As the spaces around me cleared, I looked at my boxes of decorations and suddenly felt excitement grow over filling these spaces with lights and beauty.

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Are you feeling this with me? Is your soul feeling a bit cluttered these days? Do you have those spaces too – the ones that have been ignored too long and when you let your gaze linger, all you see are those stinking dust bunnies staring back at you? Has the calendar pressed in on you so that you no longer see the moments around you and only hear the ticking of the clock? Has the hurt that’s been done to you hardened your heart so all you hear when you call to God is your own voice echoing back? Are the necessary bills piling so high that every responsibility is just something else you can’t afford? There’s that diagnosis, that relationship, the drama that swirls around us and sucks the joy right out of our hearts… What do we do with all of that? Especially when Christmas comes along and tells us to put up the lights and rejoice and how do you do that when you can’t really find yourself in the middle of all the crazy?

It’s just easier to ignore it all and go on with the daily necessary requirements of life, isn’t it?

But then you hear the echo of that song and it feels a little different …

“Let every heart prepare Him room”… but if I’m honest, there really isn’t room most days.

Maybe what we need this Christmas is a different perspective. Maybe instead of trying to lay baby Jesus in His manger on top of all the other things in our lives, we could try inviting Him into that messy place? Maybe we could hold open our hands and simply ask Him to hear the cry of our hearts.

We all want to move a little slower so we can take it all in, but until we can, let’s “prepare Him room”. Maybe we can dust out the corners of the heart, release some resentment, soften some anger, forgive a hurt – and let Jesus in. Recently I found myself needing to utter a simple, “I’m sorry” to the God of the Universe who I had unwittingly shut out of my heart. Hurts in various form had caused me to want to protect myself and those I love and so I let myself grow hard – and God can’t be heard when the walls of our heart turn to rock.

Maybe this Christmas season, we can string the lights and remember the Light who scatters our darkness. (John 1:5)

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To hear His precious promises – and truly believe them!

“He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
    to proclaim freedom for the captives
    and release from darkness for the prisoners,
 to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor
    and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
    instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
    instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
    instead of a spirit of despair. – Isaiah 61

Maybe with each twinkling light we see, we can take a deep breath and see the face of Christ – “For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” made His light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of God’s glory displayed in the face of Christ.” 2 Corinthians 4:6

Oh how my soul needs to hear that truth! Pig Pen and I have some work to do around here! But we’ll have the Christmas music blasting while we do it…

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