What you really should be doing

4:30 am. I should be sleeping.

Yeah, I should be, but I guess the barista didn’t catch the DECAF part of my order yesterday afternoon, so I’ve been UP. ALL. NIGHT. But I’m not complaining, because around 2:30 I decided to take advantage of my wakefulness and the quiet to pursue the thing that’s been giving me life the past month or two…

 

Watercolors

 

Rather than toss and turn, I came downstairs and painted this:

 

 

Here’s the thing, though… I’m not a painter, I’m a writer. I could have been writing. Maybe, should have been writing? Writing is what I do.

 

I write. I’m a writer. I’m wriiiiting! (Bill Murray, What About Bob?)

 

I should be working on my book. Blogging more regularly. Writing retreat messages, and yet, I have this crazy desire to paint and I’m not sure why.

Why is it so much fun to dabble in a medium that is so bullheaded and contrary? Watercolor is not a good fit for someone with control issues.

Think about it… water has a mind of its own, goes where it wants, drips, dribbles and drops everywhere but where you want it to go. It won’t stay put; not for me anyway. Ornery paint! No wonder “loose” watercolor is so popular with beginners.

 

I should be doing something productive rather than playing with watercolors

I should be doing something more producive that playing with watercolors

 

Painting “loose” is harder than it looks. My pics above, while ambitious, are not the best representations of loose watercolors, and when I read this definition I understood why I find it so difficult:

To paint loosely, you need to first change your mindset. Loose painting is about capturing an impression or essence of a scene, rather than painting a photographic representation. Once you get hold of this idea, you can let go of your expectations of perfection and focus on the feelings, mood and colors that you feel and see in front of you. To get the fluid look, you have to use more fluid.

 

It’s about letting go of control.

 

Go with the flow.

See where it leads.

Guess where it’s leading me?

JOY

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100 Things to Remember

Remember when remembering was easier than it is now? (I’m talking to my older readers. You younger ones—remember this: you’ll be old too, someday.)

 

I post a gratitude list on Facebook each night and if I don’t keep a running list on my phone throughout the day, forget it! I can barely remember my name by 9pm, let alone remember the details of my day.

Counting it all Joy (the name of my nightly list) is my way of remembering the good stuff. Making my list reminds me (another “Re-word” that I could write a whole post about) to have perspective—to see accurately. When you actively look for blessings, really pay attention (it costs something: time, energy, focus) you realize there’s no such thing as a bad day.

 

Be observant

 

Understand please, that no one who knows me well would ever call me a Pollyanna, or Susie Sunshine. But as I continue to ask God to give me eyes to see what He sees, and then to purposefully remember by the act of writing it down, my days have a lightness to them. My perspective changes.

Ultimately what I remember by all that remembering is this truth:

GOD. IS. GOOD.

Life is good.

Of course He is. And life IS good. But I forget. It’s crazy how forgetful I am.

Yesterday I totally forgot that I had a facial scheduled even though I had it written down in several places. (But I remembered to go to the grocery.) I remember big things but forget little things. Or I remember little things but forget big things.

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Open to the Light – a prompt and a prayer

In the online world, this is the time of year when prompts proliferate. Prompts about achieving your goals, creativity prompts, journaling prompts, prayer prompts, writing prompts. They’re meant to help us restart the dead batteries of our willpower, refuel our imagination, and re-inspire our hearts.

Usually, I’m all in, especially with the writing prompts. Anything to get these stiff fingers flying across my dusty keyboard.

 

Re-words

 

So, I signed up for the first writing prompt challenge I came across and then “promptly” got stuck on day two.

The word prompt for that day was “light,” a word I’d carried around in my heart, studied and written and spoken about many times before, so it was odd that I felt so much resistance to write about it now.

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Burn in Me

 

 

It was my second time attending a *JourneyMates Morning Apart, so I pretty much knew what to expect:

Quiet. Lots and lots of quiet.

 

 

The quiet threw me the first time I visited, but not because silence makes me uncomfortable. I  love silence—crave it even; bring on all the silence! But I if I wanted peace and quiet and space to be with God, why would I want to be in a room with thirty other women?

I spent the next three hours pretending to look pensive and reverent, but I couldn’t wait to get out of there. Not for me, I thought.

But a lot can change in three years.

My journey had led me to discover some new (old—ancient, even) Spiritual practices that were contemplative in nature and I had met a new friend who became my Spiritual Director; she taught me how to notice and respond to God’s presence and invitation, to practice soul care, to simply be with God without all the trappings I was used to.

I couldn’t get enough. And so, when she suggests I attend JourneyMates, I decide to give it another try and register for the next monthly gathering.

This time, the quiet is a balm and a blessing, oil on my head, dripping down my arms and hands and pouring onto the pages of my journal. After a period of guided silence and a time of marinating in Scripture through lectio divina ( “divine reading” ) and a short devotion, we have roughly an hour and forty-five minutes of glorious silence to seek and spend time with God; to find a comfy chair, nibble on a scone, take a walk, or gather around the fire pit.

I make a beeline for the fire pit.

 

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Strength – Making the Exchange

We idolize strength

 

I’m tired of trying to be strong, but we live in a world that idolizes strength. Join me at the gym some morning if you don’t believe me. Craaazy.  (That’s not me by the way, lol.)

 

It’s cool to be a tough girl.

Pick up any women’s magazine or go to the movies. We don’t just have super heroes anymore – now we have female superheroes!

Flip on the radio and listen to these messages:

 

  • “This is my fight song” (take back my life song)
  • “I am Titanium (I’m bulletproof)
  • “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”

 

You do know, Kelly Clarkson didn’t come up with that line, right? Friedrich Nietzsche did: “That which does not kill us makes us stronger.”  Read up on Freddy and see how that worked out for him. Hint: not good.

So I decided to do a little research about it (suffering that is): does it really make you stronger? What I discovered was interesting, check it out:

Studies confirm: what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

 

Also what the research says

Studies also confirm: what doesn’t kill you doesn’t make you stronger.

 

 

So much for the research. Listen, if what didn’t kill you really made you stronger, I would be Wonder Woman. Or Zena, the Warrior Princess. And also, strong and tough are two different things.

 

Just because you survive, doesn't necessarily mean you thrive. Click To Tweet

 

War Wounds

We tend to view strength in adversity as a badge of honor — a war wound, so to speak, to fight through and come out of a really awful time stronger, more powerful and ready to take on the next battle. It’s what the world admires and unfortunately, the church falls into this line of thinking as well. Don’t believe me? Have a conversation with a friend who has an “invisible” illness; ask them how they’ve been made to feel when they can’t do all the things that are expected of them. They hear helpful things like, “Have more faith!” “Just trust God!” Or “What are you doing under the circumstances?”

Yea, that will make you feel better.

Somehow we manage to survive the anguishing experience and then we have the audacity to pat ourselves on the back when in reality it’s only by the grace of God that we’re still breathing at all. Or is that just me?

Full Confession: I’ve idolized strength. I used to feel proud of myself for surviving. God didn’t let me get away with that for long.

I’ll spare you our conversation but He totally nailed me to my blinged up cross.

It’s just that I’d been through so much failure, and so much loss that I desperately needed to make something positive out of it. I wanted to come out smelling good, not smelling like ashes.

 

ashes

 

Nothing wrong with that, except for the fact that it’s not my job.

 

GOD will redeem all my yesterdays, not me.

 

It’s human nature to believe that our difficulties carry extra meaning, that they are not in vain. Although suffering is undesirable, it’s supposed to help us grow. We want our pain to somehow be edifying, to make sense.

Listen, friends, the hard truth is that the worst of times really is…. the worst of times. There is pain and suffering in this world that doesn’t make sense. Happy feeling gone.

But I keep thinking about our favorite ideal woman, Mrs. Proverbs 31. Remember her? Up before dawn, up past midnight sewing, entrepreneur, etc. She sure seemed like a strong woman. Wonder how she got so strong?

Verse 17 tells us: She girded herself with strength. Girding refers to putting on a strengthening belt around her middle. It meant to get ready for heroic or difficult action.

This was a woman who was prepared for whatever might come, including pain and suffering. No lalalalala prosperity mindset for her. She expected things to be hard. You know why?

Because Life. Is. Hard.

Hard is normal. She understood that suffering is part of life.

 

We get to choose: We can put on airs or we can put on strength.

 

gird yourself with strength

 

I remember as a young mom reading “What is a Family?” by Edith Shaeffer; she talked about how as mothers, when our children get sick, we say things like, “I can’t WAIT until life gets back to normal.” Her perspective was the opposite. It’s normal for there to be sickness, she said. Weakness. And it’s normal for you to feel weak when you’re the one taking care of people who are sick and weak.

Our culture reveres strength and abhors weakness. We point to others and say, “She’s soooo strong,” wondering why we’re so weak. The world is looking for role models of strong women, but the world gets it wrong; strength isn’t in the numbers of likes on Facebook. It’s not running yourself ragged. Strength isn’t in acting tough, or acting like a man. Strength doesn’t have to be loud. Preaching to the choir here.

 

What if real strength is knowing it’s ok to be weak? What if real strength is being vulnerable and asking for help? Click To Tweet

 

Sidenote:

I looked up the etymology of the word strength and it means: tight, narrow, rope, or cord.

Oh, and also, the literal meaning of the word ‘hope’ is rope. Maybe strength just means holding on to hope.

 

hope is a rope

 

There are so many examples of strong women in the Bible but my favorite is Mary, who when told her life was headed in an entirely different direction than she anticipated, responded, “Let it be unto me.”

 

I wonder if strength could be simply defined as the act of responding to the Lord, “Let it be unto me.”

 

Strength sounds a lot like surrender. Click To Tweet

 

I love this quote from Stacy and John Eldredge’s book, Captivating:

“Women warriors are strong, yes and they are also tender. There is mercy in them. There is vulnerability. In fact, offering vulnerability can only be done by an incredibly strong woman, a woman rooted in Christ Jesus who knows WHOSE she is and therefore knows WHO she is. Offering our hearts wisely, living in the freedom of God’s love, inviting others to rest, alluring those in our lives to the heart of God, and responding to the heart of God in worship are some of the most powerful ways that a woman wars for her world. But she also puts on the full armor of God daily and takes her immovable stand against the powers of darkness.”

 

Another quote, this one from my writer friend, Katie Jo Ramsey, who suffers from Ankylosing Spondylitis. It’s a rare day when she’s not in debilitating pain. She’s written a book about suffering that will be published next year, titled, This, Too Shall Last.

 

Here’s what KJ has to say about strength:

 

Strength is saying, “Lord, I am hopeless.”

Strength is letting someone see you cry.

Strength is calling a friend, blubbering, asking for prayer when hope runs dry.

Strength is making the next small, sacred choice to show up in our lives as a place God is present, especially when we fear he isn’t.

Strength, she says, looks an awful lot like childlike weakness.

 

become as a child

 

That’s one of the paradoxes of the Christian life; being weak and strong at the same time. “When I am weak, then am I strong,” Paul said.

 

If you want to live a supernatural life, you need supernatural strength. Click To Tweet

 

 

God’s strength.

 

You can’t buy it.

You can’t earn it.

You can’t learn it.

 

It’s an exchange: Your weakness for his strength.

 

You weakness for his strength

 

It’s an exchange we need to make daily. Hourly. We exchange the natural for the supernatural.

 

Be supernaturally infused with strength through your life union with the Lord Jesus.

Stand victorious with the force of his explosive power flowing in and through you.  Eph 6:10 MSG.

 

Don’t you love that phrase, “Supernaturally infused?” Reminds me of the monthly infusion treatment my friend KJ receives; it gives her strength for the battle.

We get our strength for the battle through being in life-union with Christ. By staying connected to the vine. Really, our focus shouldn’t even be on whether or not we’re strong. Our focus should be on Him.

Aren’t you tired of trying to be strong?

We’re ALL weak. But we don’t have to “tough it out.” We just need to LIFT each other’s weak and weary arms and cry out for His Spirit and His Strength.

 

Let’s make the exchange.

 

 

 

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