I am not a big pack rat. I used to save lots of things but later found that I was holding on to some of them with a "what if" mentality. What if I might need this one day or what if I need a backup. In the last couple of years I have developed a "less is more" mentality. I usually tackle a project with two trash bags. One for throw away and one for give away. That is the only thing on my kid's to-do list this week of Christmas. It is like a New Year philosophy....out with the old and in with the new.
Something I hang onto tightly are notes, cards, and emails of encouragement. They may be in the form of prayer request, testimonies of what God has done, accountability, support for me, and reminders of how my story has touched someone. Those are just to name a few. I have the note from my pastor when he baptized me. I have notes written to my youngest daughter before she was born. I have notes from my friends that kept me going during difficult times. There are love notes from my husband and kids that can bring me the biggest smile. I could go on and on.
I love to get them back out every now and then and randomly read one. I did that early this morning in the quiet. It was from my sweet, long time friend. Let me set the tone for her encouragement. It was from May 14, 2007. That was two months before I married Ridley. We were married on July 15, 2007. It proved to be a time that I look back to more often than I thought I would. It was a challenging time for me. Most women don't say that when they know they are madly in love with a man and considering marriage. Even though we weren't engaged yet, I knew our relationship was serious and heading in that direction. Neither one of us believed in recreational dating. The challenging part was facing some of the attacks and judgmental attitudes directed at me since i had been married before. I was marrying a pastor. Even in a tolerant world, I quickly learned there was a different standard (in the world's eyes) for pastors. I had to prayerfully consider lots of things.
I realized I needed to pray about more than just marrying this pastor. I prayed about how I could affect his ministry. I prayed about opportunities that Ridley might miss because of my past. I prayed about whether or not he would ever look at me as someone that would hold him back. I prayed that both of us would know without any doubts that marriage was part of God's plan. I am now so grateful that we prayed our hearts out during that time. There have been moments of doubt in our three years of marriage but they are quickly wiped away with the reminder of that season of praying. Have I shared that I firmly believe in prayer?
So, back to my random note for the day. Here are the exact words from my Godly, wise friend during the attacks and challenges:
Here is my tiny, useless bit of advice. You must remember who you are and whose you are! You do not need to justify, explain, nor defend yourself to anyone anymore!! God used Moses to lead his people AFTER he had murdered a man. God still used Abraham AFTER he slept with his handmaiden because he thought God was too slow. God used David AFTER he slept with Bathsheba. God used Jonah AFTER he walked away from his calling. God used Peter AFTER he denied that He was a Christ follower. God IS using you!! There were consequences for each person, as there are for you and me. But, the consequences NEVER prevented God for using the man or woman as he designed. It was because of the sin of the woman at the well that Christ was able to use her for His ministry. Remember, “He who has been forgiven much, loves much.” You and I are in that category. Our sin has given us an even greater love for Him! That is a good consequence! You are a woman who is powerfully filled with the actual Spirit of the living Lord Jesus Christ. You let your mouth be silent and your life speak!! As Romans 8:31 says, “If God is for you, who can be against you.”
Those words blessed me all over again this morning. I pray that her wisdom shared with me in 2007 speaks to you personally today. Please let God be a part of your AFTER. AFTER all, He can do amazing things if we let HIm.
And they lived Joyfully Ever AFTER......
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Undercover Wife
In the middle of worship last Sunday morning, Ridley leaned over and whispered something really spiritual to me. "Hey. What is the name of that show on t.v. where the boss goes behind the scenes at his own company?". I snickered and quickly responded with, "Undercover Boss". I have learned to just answer the questions and let the pastor and the Holy Spirit put the final touches on the sermon. I have randomly thought about that moment a few times this week and one of those times was in preparation for this blog post. My head rolls with lots of topics that I can write about but to narrow down, I often ask God to show me what the focus for the day should be. Don't be confused that Undercover Wife means Undercover Boss. I can be bossy at times but I am not the boss!
I have had the incredible pleasure and sheer heartache of watching my best friend and husband make a very difficult decision in his leadership role. Since we have been married, I have never witnessed such a tough decision for him. I have watched in the wee hours of the night as he is restless. I have watched him in the kitchen with dim lights, a computer, charts, graphs, and calculators. I have heard his prayers begging God and I have heard his crying. The sweet thing is, if it was a decision that just affected him, it would have been easy. However, it was a decision that affected others....others that he loves. Godly decision making requires a heart that longs for His will over anything else. It sounds easy until you find yourself right in the middle of it.
Finding my place in this decision making process has been hard and enlightening. My first instinct is to jump in, love him up and fix it. I am thankful for some wise words that were shared with me during our engagement. They came from my dear friend and pastor's wife. "Don't give advice about church stuff unless you are asked." I have repeated those words so many times in my head. During this time, I have sat beside Ridley, prayed for him, held his hand and silently loved him through this process. This is what I have learned about making Godly decisions while watching.
1. Commit the decision to prayer. Frame your attitude with faith and trust as you pray.
2. Define the decision. Be sure to break down all the distractions or obstacles in an effort to really define the decision.
3. Be ready to accept AND obey God's answer. It is absolutely essential that your will is submitted to God's will, no matter how uncomfortable the answer may be. I believe God may sometimes delay our answer if He knows we aren't going to obey.
4. Exercise faith. As much as we often want an immediate answer, the process may take time. You may have to submit your will to God over and over again. Then, with faith, know that He will reveal an answer at the right time. Hebrews 11:6 says,
"And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him."
5. Seek concrete direction. This is the part where the kitchen bar became the work space and Ridley poured over scripture to seek Biblical answers, researched and wrote down things he was learning.
6. Obtain counsel. Yes, even the pastor needs Godly leaders in his life. They contribute important insight, answer questions, remove doubts and confirm inclinations. Make sure to choose individuals who will offer sound biblical advice and not just say what you want to hear. "Plans fail for lack of counsel, but with many advisers they succeed." Proverbs 15:22
7. Weight the decision. Make a list if you have to so you can see the pros and cons. This will often show you more obvious direction and give you a more realistic picture of your options.
8. Choose your spiritual priorities. Establish your spiritual priorities as they relate to the decision. Then ask yourself which decision best satisfies the spiritual priorities.
9. Act on your decision. This can oftentimes be the hardest part. When you have every intention of pleasing God's heart, have read your Bible to stay in check, incorporated wise counsel and prayer, you can proceed with confidence. "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28
I can tell you I have I thanked God a few times for being Mrs. Barron during this season. To watch "Pastor Ridley" love His Lord and his calling this much, has blessed me. My heart is full from learning from such a Godly man. I am a better person because of it and in a bittersweet way, I can't wait to see what is ahead after this journey of obedience.
I have had the incredible pleasure and sheer heartache of watching my best friend and husband make a very difficult decision in his leadership role. Since we have been married, I have never witnessed such a tough decision for him. I have watched in the wee hours of the night as he is restless. I have watched him in the kitchen with dim lights, a computer, charts, graphs, and calculators. I have heard his prayers begging God and I have heard his crying. The sweet thing is, if it was a decision that just affected him, it would have been easy. However, it was a decision that affected others....others that he loves. Godly decision making requires a heart that longs for His will over anything else. It sounds easy until you find yourself right in the middle of it.
Finding my place in this decision making process has been hard and enlightening. My first instinct is to jump in, love him up and fix it. I am thankful for some wise words that were shared with me during our engagement. They came from my dear friend and pastor's wife. "Don't give advice about church stuff unless you are asked." I have repeated those words so many times in my head. During this time, I have sat beside Ridley, prayed for him, held his hand and silently loved him through this process. This is what I have learned about making Godly decisions while watching.
1. Commit the decision to prayer. Frame your attitude with faith and trust as you pray.
2. Define the decision. Be sure to break down all the distractions or obstacles in an effort to really define the decision.
3. Be ready to accept AND obey God's answer. It is absolutely essential that your will is submitted to God's will, no matter how uncomfortable the answer may be. I believe God may sometimes delay our answer if He knows we aren't going to obey.
4. Exercise faith. As much as we often want an immediate answer, the process may take time. You may have to submit your will to God over and over again. Then, with faith, know that He will reveal an answer at the right time. Hebrews 11:6 says,
"And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him."
5. Seek concrete direction. This is the part where the kitchen bar became the work space and Ridley poured over scripture to seek Biblical answers, researched and wrote down things he was learning.
6. Obtain counsel. Yes, even the pastor needs Godly leaders in his life. They contribute important insight, answer questions, remove doubts and confirm inclinations. Make sure to choose individuals who will offer sound biblical advice and not just say what you want to hear. "Plans fail for lack of counsel, but with many advisers they succeed." Proverbs 15:22
7. Weight the decision. Make a list if you have to so you can see the pros and cons. This will often show you more obvious direction and give you a more realistic picture of your options.
8. Choose your spiritual priorities. Establish your spiritual priorities as they relate to the decision. Then ask yourself which decision best satisfies the spiritual priorities.
9. Act on your decision. This can oftentimes be the hardest part. When you have every intention of pleasing God's heart, have read your Bible to stay in check, incorporated wise counsel and prayer, you can proceed with confidence. "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28
I can tell you I have I thanked God a few times for being Mrs. Barron during this season. To watch "Pastor Ridley" love His Lord and his calling this much, has blessed me. My heart is full from learning from such a Godly man. I am a better person because of it and in a bittersweet way, I can't wait to see what is ahead after this journey of obedience.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
At the Request of My Daughter
On my chilly snow day yesterday, I got to stay home with my family and my Monday was a nice change from the usual frantic start to the week. I didn't realize I would be missing my oldest daughter so much. It is still strange to celebrate some simple things, without her at times. Counting out the hot chocolate mugs minus one is just one example of the little reminders. I try to keep her up to date on what our family is doing so she knows she is still a part. It just isn't the same.
So, I get a message from her around mid morning that says, "You haven't blogged since December 9th and I could really use one of your blogs in the middle of studying for exams." The fact that she still chooses to read my silly blog, makes me smile. So, I sent her a message back and asked her what she wanted to read about in my blog. She responded, "about patience". YUCK! I admit I wished I hadn't asked, but I did. I started praying and thinking about my own perspective on patience. That one word that people often suggest we steer clear of when praying.
Patient.....Interesting that it is the first word used to define love in 1 Corinthians Chapter 13. Honestly, I am not sure in all the times I have read that and heard Ridley quote it at weddings, that I really thought about the order of the words used to define love. It tends to be much easier to lump all the adjectives together almost like a combo deal. That way, I can drown out the patient part with a little more "kindness" or "does not envy". When everything is going our way, patience is easy. The truest test of patience is when things aren't going our way. Some of us think we have a right to get upset in the face of irritations or trials. The Bible actual praises patience as a fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22) which should be produced by all followers of Christ. I think patience reveals our faith in God's timing and love. (Ouch - that one hurt to type)
I tend to look at patience as this passive waiting. If I am honest, I sometimes approach difficulty with an "I will just ride this out for Jesus' sake" kind of attitude. Then I am quick to pat myself on the back with a "Whew, we made it Jesus." I wonder if Jesus wants to roll His eyes at me and follow through with a "Yeah. We made it, but we are going to have to do it again because you didn't quite get it, silly." Hebrews 12:1 says, “Therefore since we also are surrounded with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight and the sin which so easily besets us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us” (NKJV).
There is nothing passive about running a race. If you have ever been in a race, you don't passively wait for the slow pokes. You push yourself and endure the pain to do your best. In the Bible, patience is persevering towards a goal, enduring trials, or expectantly waiting for a promise to be fulfilled.
So how do we really get ready for the race? Practice! You keep at it and you tackle the necessary training. God’s power and goodness are crucial parts to the development of patience. Colossians 1:11 tells us that we are strengthened by Him to “great endurance and patience,” while James 1:3-4 encourages us to know that trials are His way of perfecting our patience. Our patience is further developed and strengthened by resting in God’s perfect will and timing, even in the face of evil men who “succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemes” (Psalm 37:7).
The very first thing we should do is not question, "Why me?" but we should thank Him. I know! That's a tough one. The next thing we do is seek His purpose. Seeking is not passive either. Seeking means watch for it or go find it during the tough times.
Lastly, we grab a hold of His promises. Romans 8:28, tells us that “ in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” The “all things” include the things that try our patience.
There are so many times that I am running this crazy life race and I get a patience cramp. These are the moments when I want to thank Jesus for being a patient and loving God Himself. I picture Him running alongside of me and saying, "Come on slow poke. I am right here with you. Now, get a move on." He knows what is at the end and He reminds me that some cramps and pain will all be worth it.
So, Morgan...I hope that helps you today. Thanks for being patient with me as I prayed through what to blog. Thank you for challenging me to focus on patience yesterday and super early this morning (3:30 a.m.). I know you have a patience cramp today in the form of a Biology exam but run baby run.....cramp and all. The test really isn't about the Biology. :)
So, I get a message from her around mid morning that says, "You haven't blogged since December 9th and I could really use one of your blogs in the middle of studying for exams." The fact that she still chooses to read my silly blog, makes me smile. So, I sent her a message back and asked her what she wanted to read about in my blog. She responded, "about patience". YUCK! I admit I wished I hadn't asked, but I did. I started praying and thinking about my own perspective on patience. That one word that people often suggest we steer clear of when praying.
Patient.....Interesting that it is the first word used to define love in 1 Corinthians Chapter 13. Honestly, I am not sure in all the times I have read that and heard Ridley quote it at weddings, that I really thought about the order of the words used to define love. It tends to be much easier to lump all the adjectives together almost like a combo deal. That way, I can drown out the patient part with a little more "kindness" or "does not envy". When everything is going our way, patience is easy. The truest test of patience is when things aren't going our way. Some of us think we have a right to get upset in the face of irritations or trials. The Bible actual praises patience as a fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22) which should be produced by all followers of Christ. I think patience reveals our faith in God's timing and love. (Ouch - that one hurt to type)
I tend to look at patience as this passive waiting. If I am honest, I sometimes approach difficulty with an "I will just ride this out for Jesus' sake" kind of attitude. Then I am quick to pat myself on the back with a "Whew, we made it Jesus." I wonder if Jesus wants to roll His eyes at me and follow through with a "Yeah. We made it, but we are going to have to do it again because you didn't quite get it, silly." Hebrews 12:1 says, “Therefore since we also are surrounded with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight and the sin which so easily besets us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us” (NKJV).
There is nothing passive about running a race. If you have ever been in a race, you don't passively wait for the slow pokes. You push yourself and endure the pain to do your best. In the Bible, patience is persevering towards a goal, enduring trials, or expectantly waiting for a promise to be fulfilled.
So how do we really get ready for the race? Practice! You keep at it and you tackle the necessary training. God’s power and goodness are crucial parts to the development of patience. Colossians 1:11 tells us that we are strengthened by Him to “great endurance and patience,” while James 1:3-4 encourages us to know that trials are His way of perfecting our patience. Our patience is further developed and strengthened by resting in God’s perfect will and timing, even in the face of evil men who “succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemes” (Psalm 37:7).
The very first thing we should do is not question, "Why me?" but we should thank Him. I know! That's a tough one. The next thing we do is seek His purpose. Seeking is not passive either. Seeking means watch for it or go find it during the tough times.
Lastly, we grab a hold of His promises. Romans 8:28, tells us that “ in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” The “all things” include the things that try our patience.
There are so many times that I am running this crazy life race and I get a patience cramp. These are the moments when I want to thank Jesus for being a patient and loving God Himself. I picture Him running alongside of me and saying, "Come on slow poke. I am right here with you. Now, get a move on." He knows what is at the end and He reminds me that some cramps and pain will all be worth it.
So, Morgan...I hope that helps you today. Thanks for being patient with me as I prayed through what to blog. Thank you for challenging me to focus on patience yesterday and super early this morning (3:30 a.m.). I know you have a patience cramp today in the form of a Biology exam but run baby run.....cramp and all. The test really isn't about the Biology. :)
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Momma Mary
My morning started with praying, laughing and riding bikes with my hubby. I loved it! As I was on my bike listening to worship music, I started thinking about the baby Jesus. I have tried to be very intentional this week to think about Jesus, the baby and what that night must have been like. The images in my head have been about the sheperds, the wisemen, the gifts, the weather, the stars, and more. However, this morning my thoughts turned to Mary. As a mom, I started trying to understand and grasp the concept of giving birth to Jesus and being able to hold him. What responsibility she must have felt. Can you imagine the fear she might have had wondering about parenting the Saviour?
I know I pray hard to be the kind of mom I need to be for all of my children. This is one area that I can really beat myself up about. I often feel desperate that I get one shot to raise my kids and to raise them right. I mean the Bible says that "children are a reward from the Lord." That is is some serious stuff. So think about Mary. Children are a reward from God and she has the incredible blessing and opportunity to be Jesus' mom?
As I thought about Mary's parenting, I wondered if she often said things to Jesus while He was growing up that we tell our kids. I began to be extremely grateful that she didn't train Him up the way that I have been training mine. Imagine some of these top mom quotes that are spoken to our children and how it would have sounded coming from Mary directly to Jesus.
1. What if she had told Jesus "Don't talk to strangers"?
2. Picture her saying, "As long as you live under my roof, you will do as I say."
3. "Don't let me catch you doing that again".
4. "I don't know. Go ask your father."
5. "I don't buy groceries to feed the entire neighborhood."
6. " Do you think you were raised in a barn"?
7. "Enough is enough!"
8. "You'll understand when you get older."
9. "When you leave, let me know where you are going and what you are doing."
10. "Who died and made you King."
Parenting is tough stuff and yet very rewarding. I suggest we do as Mary probably did. Ask God to show us the kind of parent we need to be for our children. Each child is unique and God made them so, who knows them better? Then, lighten up, laugh a little and realize He can walk us through even some of the toughest momma and daddy stuff. If God instructed Mary on how to raise Jesus, surely He can give us direction on how to handle our own kids. The question is, "Have you asked Him to help you in this area?"
I know I pray hard to be the kind of mom I need to be for all of my children. This is one area that I can really beat myself up about. I often feel desperate that I get one shot to raise my kids and to raise them right. I mean the Bible says that "children are a reward from the Lord." That is is some serious stuff. So think about Mary. Children are a reward from God and she has the incredible blessing and opportunity to be Jesus' mom?
As I thought about Mary's parenting, I wondered if she often said things to Jesus while He was growing up that we tell our kids. I began to be extremely grateful that she didn't train Him up the way that I have been training mine. Imagine some of these top mom quotes that are spoken to our children and how it would have sounded coming from Mary directly to Jesus.
1. What if she had told Jesus "Don't talk to strangers"?
2. Picture her saying, "As long as you live under my roof, you will do as I say."
3. "Don't let me catch you doing that again".
4. "I don't know. Go ask your father."
5. "I don't buy groceries to feed the entire neighborhood."
6. " Do you think you were raised in a barn"?
7. "Enough is enough!"
8. "You'll understand when you get older."
9. "When you leave, let me know where you are going and what you are doing."
10. "Who died and made you King."
Parenting is tough stuff and yet very rewarding. I suggest we do as Mary probably did. Ask God to show us the kind of parent we need to be for our children. Each child is unique and God made them so, who knows them better? Then, lighten up, laugh a little and realize He can walk us through even some of the toughest momma and daddy stuff. If God instructed Mary on how to raise Jesus, surely He can give us direction on how to handle our own kids. The question is, "Have you asked Him to help you in this area?"
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Lonely
I read a statistic the other day that made my stomach sink. There are more suicides in December than in the other 11 months of the year. I have pondered that statement for several days. I think part of it may be that we focus more on materialistic things around this "gift giving season". A gift is also tagged to someone special who gives it to you. That tends to make us focus on the people (or lack of people) in our lives.
I woke up this morning with a heavy heart for a friend whose divorce will be final today. I remember my December court date in 2004. Joy To The World is the last thing my friend will want to sing today as her marriage comes to an official end. I have another friend who is preparing for surgery right before Christmas. Then there is the husband whose wife doesn't want anything to do with him. Can you imagine the desperation of wanting to buy her a gift that gets her attention and pulls her back close? He can't buy that. What about the little girl who fixes her own dinner at night because her mom isn't home and she doesn't even have a table to eat on, much less a Christmas tree to gaze at.
Loneliness comes in many shapes and sizes. I often pray extra hard for my single friends during holidays. God created us to desire companionship. It is natural to think that a spouse or children will fulfill this desire. There is nothing wrong with wanting to be married and there is certainly nothing wrong with being married. However, even the greatest of marriages can't fill the complete desire of companionship. Having been married, single again, married, single AGAIN and now married, I can definitely relate to both sides of the relationship fence. In marriage, there can be the distraction of trying in vain to become the perfect lover, and adjusting to another's imperfect love. I've come to realize in my own life that God is the Perfect Lover, the Perfect Father, the Perfect Friend, the Perfect Counselor and more. I have found great comfort in looking for ways in which God is all those things and more to me, that I desire in human companionship. Such a perspective also benefits the human relationships I do have, in relieving them of the expectations to be for me what only God can be completely.
Singleness can be an incredible opportunity to develop a deep, intimate relationship with God. For those who are single, there will probably always be a longing for the companionship and physical touch of another human being. Those feelings can come in a marriage as well, if the marriage is unhealthy. So don't get wrapped up in the label of married or single. Get wrapped up in the fact that Jesus wants to fill all those voids and longings. He is the only one who really can.
I read today in Psalm 68. I have read and heard numerous times verse 5; "A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows" but today it was verse 6 that was fresh, new and intriguing...."God sets the lonely in families, he leads forth the prisoners with singing; but the rebellious live in a sun-scorched land." I read over that again and again. I obviously can't know exactly what God meant when He inspired the Psalmist to write that, but it does reflect God's character. He gives us family. It doesn't say that means a spouse and kids. That means an extended family or maybe a church family. It confirms that he wanted us to experience companionship and that it can come in the form of other people and/or ministries that we pour ourselves into.
I love the part of the verse that reminds us that "He leads". He goes before us and all we have to do is follow and trust Him. The last part of the verse also reminds us that if we are rebellious we will live in sun-scorched land. If we find ourselves in a position where we are mad at God because our life doesn't look the way we wanted it to, we will hit a dry spell and be thirsty for something else. I believe this is where our focus turns into a lonely longing that can do damage. It can take us to a place where we make poor choices, think impure thoughts or allow doubt to creep in and cause us to stumble.
When Jesus was here on earth, He experience the things we do. He experienced loneliness. I am sure there were days he longed to be held again by his mother or to talk to his dad. We know he felt the pain of rejection over and over again. Yet, he had his disciples for great companionship along the way and he had the same loving heavenly Father that we do today.
Fill the void with the greatest gift of all. Receive and remember Jesus!
I woke up this morning with a heavy heart for a friend whose divorce will be final today. I remember my December court date in 2004. Joy To The World is the last thing my friend will want to sing today as her marriage comes to an official end. I have another friend who is preparing for surgery right before Christmas. Then there is the husband whose wife doesn't want anything to do with him. Can you imagine the desperation of wanting to buy her a gift that gets her attention and pulls her back close? He can't buy that. What about the little girl who fixes her own dinner at night because her mom isn't home and she doesn't even have a table to eat on, much less a Christmas tree to gaze at.
Loneliness comes in many shapes and sizes. I often pray extra hard for my single friends during holidays. God created us to desire companionship. It is natural to think that a spouse or children will fulfill this desire. There is nothing wrong with wanting to be married and there is certainly nothing wrong with being married. However, even the greatest of marriages can't fill the complete desire of companionship. Having been married, single again, married, single AGAIN and now married, I can definitely relate to both sides of the relationship fence. In marriage, there can be the distraction of trying in vain to become the perfect lover, and adjusting to another's imperfect love. I've come to realize in my own life that God is the Perfect Lover, the Perfect Father, the Perfect Friend, the Perfect Counselor and more. I have found great comfort in looking for ways in which God is all those things and more to me, that I desire in human companionship. Such a perspective also benefits the human relationships I do have, in relieving them of the expectations to be for me what only God can be completely.
Singleness can be an incredible opportunity to develop a deep, intimate relationship with God. For those who are single, there will probably always be a longing for the companionship and physical touch of another human being. Those feelings can come in a marriage as well, if the marriage is unhealthy. So don't get wrapped up in the label of married or single. Get wrapped up in the fact that Jesus wants to fill all those voids and longings. He is the only one who really can.
I read today in Psalm 68. I have read and heard numerous times verse 5; "A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows" but today it was verse 6 that was fresh, new and intriguing...."God sets the lonely in families, he leads forth the prisoners with singing; but the rebellious live in a sun-scorched land." I read over that again and again. I obviously can't know exactly what God meant when He inspired the Psalmist to write that, but it does reflect God's character. He gives us family. It doesn't say that means a spouse and kids. That means an extended family or maybe a church family. It confirms that he wanted us to experience companionship and that it can come in the form of other people and/or ministries that we pour ourselves into.
I love the part of the verse that reminds us that "He leads". He goes before us and all we have to do is follow and trust Him. The last part of the verse also reminds us that if we are rebellious we will live in sun-scorched land. If we find ourselves in a position where we are mad at God because our life doesn't look the way we wanted it to, we will hit a dry spell and be thirsty for something else. I believe this is where our focus turns into a lonely longing that can do damage. It can take us to a place where we make poor choices, think impure thoughts or allow doubt to creep in and cause us to stumble.
When Jesus was here on earth, He experience the things we do. He experienced loneliness. I am sure there were days he longed to be held again by his mother or to talk to his dad. We know he felt the pain of rejection over and over again. Yet, he had his disciples for great companionship along the way and he had the same loving heavenly Father that we do today.
Fill the void with the greatest gift of all. Receive and remember Jesus!
Friday, December 3, 2010
Crown Dilemma
I absolutely can't believe what I read this morning as I researched a statement I heard this week. I wanted to see if it was really true. I am trying to muster up the energy to pray, but right now I am mad and disappointed. "Disney Animation will no longer make movies about fairytales and princesses." WHAT? I just knew it had to be a rumor.....but it is not.
Can I tell you how disappointed I am? (as if you haven't figured that out by now). the shocking and sad part is the rest of the statement that was quoted from the studio.
"Plus girls today aren't dreaming about becoming royalty. "By the time they're 5 or 6, [girls are] not interested in being princesses," said media critic Dafna Lemish. "They're interested in being hot, in being cool. Clearly, they see this is what society values."
Part of the statement prior to this also indicated that princess movies alienate boys. I am scrambling to know where to even start.
Alienating boys? By all means let make sure that we keep score. I mean, ladies should now be invited to the men's bowling night and all men should be invited to a girl's gab night to be sure they feel accepted and loved. Give me a break. Young men need to learn that there is something really sweet when they can mix in a chick flick every now and then. I firmly believe the men have plenty of exposure to the shoot em up, blow em up, rough em up, fly em up, drive em up and fight em up - movies.
I also know that this world, regardless of age, needs more young men and grown men to learn that they need to be princes for their princesses who deserve to be treated like royalty, because they are.
As for the ladies...."by 5 and 6, girls are not interested in being princesses"? I think this is a lie. This 43 year old mom still dreams of being a princess. I can assure you that every time the prince charming comes out in my prince, I get butterflies and my heart still does backflips. Thanks to poor decisions by some of the famous young women, like Miley Cyrus, our little girls are being drawn to a point of thinking "hot" should be included in their vocabulary at the age of 6.
Here is some truth that hurts. If young women and ladies would act like the princesses they were created to be, then we would probably have more princes out there. When I counsel women, I tell them to walk like they have a crown on. That is because they have a heavenly Father that made them and He is the King! A crown requires great confidence, a head held high and a heart that wants to make decisions that line up with wearing a crown. Trash talk doesn't line up with our crowns. Crowns are not pretty accessories with our skimpy attire. They don't shine near as bright if we are flirting, tempting and striving to be HOT. That doesn't attract princes. Every girl deep down inside wants a prince.
So thanks Disney! How sad to have a "if you can't beat them, then join them" mentality. I am sure your next movie about video games and Xbox will be a winner since we sure don't have enough of that in our homes. Let's encourage our young boys to grow up ignoring their families one day while they sit in front of a video game after a long work day. Now that's hot....NOT.
I saw on Facebook yesterday where my cousin posted that her two year old daughter was telling her the story of Sleeping Booty. I laughed at the irony in that statement. There is already enough of that beating down the doors of our kid's brains and hearts.
Here is the good news!!!! 1Samuel 2:8 "He seats them with princes and has them inherit a throne of honor. For the foundations of the earth are the LORD'S; on them He has set the world."
Isaiah 9:6 "For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace."
You can help fight back. You are princesses and princes. Walk like you have a crown on for the whole world to see!
Can I tell you how disappointed I am? (as if you haven't figured that out by now). the shocking and sad part is the rest of the statement that was quoted from the studio.
"Plus girls today aren't dreaming about becoming royalty. "By the time they're 5 or 6, [girls are] not interested in being princesses," said media critic Dafna Lemish. "They're interested in being hot, in being cool. Clearly, they see this is what society values."
Part of the statement prior to this also indicated that princess movies alienate boys. I am scrambling to know where to even start.
Alienating boys? By all means let make sure that we keep score. I mean, ladies should now be invited to the men's bowling night and all men should be invited to a girl's gab night to be sure they feel accepted and loved. Give me a break. Young men need to learn that there is something really sweet when they can mix in a chick flick every now and then. I firmly believe the men have plenty of exposure to the shoot em up, blow em up, rough em up, fly em up, drive em up and fight em up - movies.
I also know that this world, regardless of age, needs more young men and grown men to learn that they need to be princes for their princesses who deserve to be treated like royalty, because they are.
As for the ladies...."by 5 and 6, girls are not interested in being princesses"? I think this is a lie. This 43 year old mom still dreams of being a princess. I can assure you that every time the prince charming comes out in my prince, I get butterflies and my heart still does backflips. Thanks to poor decisions by some of the famous young women, like Miley Cyrus, our little girls are being drawn to a point of thinking "hot" should be included in their vocabulary at the age of 6.
Here is some truth that hurts. If young women and ladies would act like the princesses they were created to be, then we would probably have more princes out there. When I counsel women, I tell them to walk like they have a crown on. That is because they have a heavenly Father that made them and He is the King! A crown requires great confidence, a head held high and a heart that wants to make decisions that line up with wearing a crown. Trash talk doesn't line up with our crowns. Crowns are not pretty accessories with our skimpy attire. They don't shine near as bright if we are flirting, tempting and striving to be HOT. That doesn't attract princes. Every girl deep down inside wants a prince.
So thanks Disney! How sad to have a "if you can't beat them, then join them" mentality. I am sure your next movie about video games and Xbox will be a winner since we sure don't have enough of that in our homes. Let's encourage our young boys to grow up ignoring their families one day while they sit in front of a video game after a long work day. Now that's hot....NOT.
I saw on Facebook yesterday where my cousin posted that her two year old daughter was telling her the story of Sleeping Booty. I laughed at the irony in that statement. There is already enough of that beating down the doors of our kid's brains and hearts.
Here is the good news!!!! 1Samuel 2:8 "He seats them with princes and has them inherit a throne of honor. For the foundations of the earth are the LORD'S; on them He has set the world."
Isaiah 9:6 "For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace."
You can help fight back. You are princesses and princes. Walk like you have a crown on for the whole world to see!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
THIS is what it is ALL about!
November is almost over. That is hard to believe! The Barrons are in full gear as we embrace the December calendar and ALL that it has in it. Today is the day I wipe away November on the command center calendar in our house and fill all the December squares up with a color for every Barron member. I am sure I will need some medication afterwards. I admit, I get overwhelmed as I stand in front of the giant wipe off calendar and begin to pray for God to multiply our time.
On Black Friday, Ridley was sweet to get up early with me, his sisters and brother-in-law as we tackled some potential deals. This was hard for me because I am weak. I usually don't go shopping because I don't trust my wants or my willpower. After cruising about 3 aisles, I was ready to redecorate my house, add another Christmas tree, and increase my gift list by adding everybody including my checkout girl at Publix. I felt myself desiring to get out of control. Ridley saved me! He whispered "Ermias" in my ear several times. Ermias is one of the Compassion International children in Ethiopia that we support. That name would jerk me back into reality quickly.
As soon as we got back in town and our suitcases were unpacked, we began to pull/throw the decorations down from the attic. My "simplify" mentality was easier to maintain while decorating versus shopping. We only put one tree up and decided to donate the second one we usually put up. It is fun for me to take the decorations out of their wrapping or box each year. So many things have memories. There are snowmen that people have given me, a new gingerbread girl and boy that my parents surprised me with last year, and handmade craft projects from our kids. This year, one set of decorations got a new place in our house. As I unwrapped them, the memories brought tears to my eyes.
Three little, gold crown candle holders rolled out of their tissue paper wrapping as the memories rolled from my heart. Years ago, I planned a Christmas luncheon for my closest friends to thank them for the blessing they were (and still are) to me. We continued the tradition for several years and it became my favorite time of the entire year. We met at fancy tea rooms and captured the true meaning of the Christmas season. Each year I gave a candle to them to light with their families on Christmas morning before opening any gifts. It was a reminder to stop and pause with grateful hearts for the ultimate gift. Those luncheons were full of sweet prayers, conversation, tears, laughter and even beautiful singing. I can still hear one friend's laugh, one friend's voice that led us in song, and one friend's sobs as we soaked in the sweetest moments.
I would love to tell you I saved every candle. I now wish I had. As I held those three gold crown candle holders all decked out in sparkly colored jewels, I thought about the three wise men and that night. I thought about the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. I thought about my three marriages and the gift of "do overs" from a loving Father. I put them right in our family room and plan to light them this year with my family.
So as I get ready to "face" my December calendar today, I am mindful that it is the memories of family, friends, love and time with those special people that matter. I want December to be a party of celebrating Jesus!!!! We should be excited about this time of year and truly celebrate that He is a gift that keeps on giving.
On Black Friday, Ridley was sweet to get up early with me, his sisters and brother-in-law as we tackled some potential deals. This was hard for me because I am weak. I usually don't go shopping because I don't trust my wants or my willpower. After cruising about 3 aisles, I was ready to redecorate my house, add another Christmas tree, and increase my gift list by adding everybody including my checkout girl at Publix. I felt myself desiring to get out of control. Ridley saved me! He whispered "Ermias" in my ear several times. Ermias is one of the Compassion International children in Ethiopia that we support. That name would jerk me back into reality quickly.
As soon as we got back in town and our suitcases were unpacked, we began to pull/throw the decorations down from the attic. My "simplify" mentality was easier to maintain while decorating versus shopping. We only put one tree up and decided to donate the second one we usually put up. It is fun for me to take the decorations out of their wrapping or box each year. So many things have memories. There are snowmen that people have given me, a new gingerbread girl and boy that my parents surprised me with last year, and handmade craft projects from our kids. This year, one set of decorations got a new place in our house. As I unwrapped them, the memories brought tears to my eyes.
Three little, gold crown candle holders rolled out of their tissue paper wrapping as the memories rolled from my heart. Years ago, I planned a Christmas luncheon for my closest friends to thank them for the blessing they were (and still are) to me. We continued the tradition for several years and it became my favorite time of the entire year. We met at fancy tea rooms and captured the true meaning of the Christmas season. Each year I gave a candle to them to light with their families on Christmas morning before opening any gifts. It was a reminder to stop and pause with grateful hearts for the ultimate gift. Those luncheons were full of sweet prayers, conversation, tears, laughter and even beautiful singing. I can still hear one friend's laugh, one friend's voice that led us in song, and one friend's sobs as we soaked in the sweetest moments.
I would love to tell you I saved every candle. I now wish I had. As I held those three gold crown candle holders all decked out in sparkly colored jewels, I thought about the three wise men and that night. I thought about the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. I thought about my three marriages and the gift of "do overs" from a loving Father. I put them right in our family room and plan to light them this year with my family.
So as I get ready to "face" my December calendar today, I am mindful that it is the memories of family, friends, love and time with those special people that matter. I want December to be a party of celebrating Jesus!!!! We should be excited about this time of year and truly celebrate that He is a gift that keeps on giving.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Date Jesus
As I woke up this morning, there were several things knocking at the door to my Monday. I thought I was ready, but I suddenly wanted to crawl back under the covers and dream. As my family leaves in shifts, I stand before the door with my hand on the knob. I can almost see all the things on the other side that demand more of my attention than I have to give. The little girl in me wants to lock the bolt lock and play all day, but the big girl in me knows better. In my mind and heart, I open the door. The noise is loud and the crowd is thick. In the middle of the chaos, I see Jesus. He is smiling at me. He knows what is ahead and He is still smiling? That is a good sign. As He slowly works his way through the demands, He comes closer. He must feel that I long for His presence and help today. I mean there isn't anything super bad or super hard about this Monday. It is just a busy Monday. He cares.
As I let Him in, I feel Him pull up a stool at the breakfast bar with me. The quiet of the house helps me to hear Him better. I sit in front of my bowl of grits with no cheese and no butter accompanied by my dry toast. It doesn't feel like the breakfast of champions. Jesus turns to look at me with His arm propped up holding His cheek in the palm of His hand. He gently reminds me that I have to get to the grocery store to pick up items for some Thanksgiving baskets for families in need. I am thankful for my grits and toast. I am thankful for a husband that works hard for our family to have food.
As I head to the closet to grab my running shoes, I can almost feel Jesus sitting on the bed beside me as I lace them up. I secretly wish I had new running shoes that weren't stretched out and dingy. I know He heard me. With the same gentle smile and voice, He reminds me to get going because I have shoes in my closet to sort through to donate to Souls 4 Souls at my daughters' school.
I stop at the computer which is nestled between a pile of papers that has been waiting for weeks to be filed. The Monday demands get louder. I once again sense that Jesus is in my office with me sitting in the leather chair across from my desk. He asks me to check my inbox. There are several emails from women I deeply care about. Single moms that are experiencing their first holiday season where they have to share their children and be alone at times. I glance over to look into His eyes and I ask Him what He expects me to say. After all the years of being separated from my girls at Thanksgiving and Christmas, I still can't get used to it. He winks at me and reminds me that He has that taken care of. I explain to Him that I have found a note in the jean's pocket of my youngest, where she is writing to Him. I asked Him if he read the part where she doesn't want to be away from her family and she is afraid to be away. As tears roll down my cheek, Jesus reminds me that all those years of teaching my children to depend on Him are paying off. "After all, she is writing to ME, Lisa."
I head out in the sunshine and feel this incredible wind blowing as I begin to warm up for my run. You guessed it, Jesus is tagging along. I am grateful for the company. With cold muscles and sluggish energy, I get a slow start. He runs ahead of me and coaches me on. He reminds me that I don't need to run from anything. I can do all things with Him because He gives me the strength I need. Jesus is a jokester as He then wants to know if I am up for some Jesus yoga today. He reminded me that He has reached back from before the foundations of the world were laid, and reached ahead all the way to the cross, and reached up all the way to heaven, and reached down to me right there in that moment. Wow!
Just as you would expect a holy gentleman to do, He waits on the couch for me as I get cleaned up and ready for the day. Excitement builds in my heart and butterflies flutter in my stomach. Jesus is taking me out on a date today. He is going with me to run all my errands, have lunch, pick up kids, do homework, cook for my family and all the in betweens. I have a date with Jesus today. I step into the den and look over at the couch where Jesus is waiting. I smiled and said, "Let's go!". I am thankful that He is a patient and loving God. I am thankful that I invited Him into my day......He was waiting.
As I let Him in, I feel Him pull up a stool at the breakfast bar with me. The quiet of the house helps me to hear Him better. I sit in front of my bowl of grits with no cheese and no butter accompanied by my dry toast. It doesn't feel like the breakfast of champions. Jesus turns to look at me with His arm propped up holding His cheek in the palm of His hand. He gently reminds me that I have to get to the grocery store to pick up items for some Thanksgiving baskets for families in need. I am thankful for my grits and toast. I am thankful for a husband that works hard for our family to have food.
As I head to the closet to grab my running shoes, I can almost feel Jesus sitting on the bed beside me as I lace them up. I secretly wish I had new running shoes that weren't stretched out and dingy. I know He heard me. With the same gentle smile and voice, He reminds me to get going because I have shoes in my closet to sort through to donate to Souls 4 Souls at my daughters' school.
I stop at the computer which is nestled between a pile of papers that has been waiting for weeks to be filed. The Monday demands get louder. I once again sense that Jesus is in my office with me sitting in the leather chair across from my desk. He asks me to check my inbox. There are several emails from women I deeply care about. Single moms that are experiencing their first holiday season where they have to share their children and be alone at times. I glance over to look into His eyes and I ask Him what He expects me to say. After all the years of being separated from my girls at Thanksgiving and Christmas, I still can't get used to it. He winks at me and reminds me that He has that taken care of. I explain to Him that I have found a note in the jean's pocket of my youngest, where she is writing to Him. I asked Him if he read the part where she doesn't want to be away from her family and she is afraid to be away. As tears roll down my cheek, Jesus reminds me that all those years of teaching my children to depend on Him are paying off. "After all, she is writing to ME, Lisa."
I head out in the sunshine and feel this incredible wind blowing as I begin to warm up for my run. You guessed it, Jesus is tagging along. I am grateful for the company. With cold muscles and sluggish energy, I get a slow start. He runs ahead of me and coaches me on. He reminds me that I don't need to run from anything. I can do all things with Him because He gives me the strength I need. Jesus is a jokester as He then wants to know if I am up for some Jesus yoga today. He reminded me that He has reached back from before the foundations of the world were laid, and reached ahead all the way to the cross, and reached up all the way to heaven, and reached down to me right there in that moment. Wow!
Just as you would expect a holy gentleman to do, He waits on the couch for me as I get cleaned up and ready for the day. Excitement builds in my heart and butterflies flutter in my stomach. Jesus is taking me out on a date today. He is going with me to run all my errands, have lunch, pick up kids, do homework, cook for my family and all the in betweens. I have a date with Jesus today. I step into the den and look over at the couch where Jesus is waiting. I smiled and said, "Let's go!". I am thankful that He is a patient and loving God. I am thankful that I invited Him into my day......He was waiting.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tis the season
I love this time of year! Tis the season for pumpkin flavored anything, sweaters, fireplaces, extra snuggling and more. However, I feel like we sometimes zip by Thanksgiving. In stores, there seems to be a little bitty section full of a few turkeys, fall leaves, and a mr. and mrs. pilgrim. It gets crowded out by Frosty and Rudolph.
Today, I had a thought. If we are going to buy gifts, why don't we buy people Thanksgiving gifts? Isn't that really who we give Christmas gifts to anyway...the people we love and are grateful for having in our lives? Maybe then we could just focus on celebrating Jesus' birthday at Christmas and He wouldn't get crowded out by Frosty and Rudolph either.
I am a sucker for snowmen and gingerbread men. I think eighty percent of what is in my attic is Christmas decorations. Ridley swears the plastic tubs marked "Christmas" are multiplying every twelve months. It is in my blood! Growing up, my mom always decorated and made our home feel like an extension of the North Pole. To this day, if she is hosting a dinner, her table is decorated like a masterpiece. I love it!
This year is a little different for me. As God pulls me closer to simplifying, I face a bit of a struggle. I admit it! I walk into the stores and my heart starts racing with excitement. I have read the "Five Love Languages" and I am a "gifts" when it comes to loving on others. I absolutely believe in finding bargains, so those gifts don't have to be expensive, but a lot of love and thought goes into each one. This year I find myself not as excited.....about shopping. I don't light up over a bargain. With every sale item I find, I picture what that thirty dollar could be providing for someone MUCH more in need. Our Compassion International children need about $38.00 a month to live on. I paid that for one sweater.
I don't expect my kids to throw out their letters to Santa, nor do I expect all of my extended family to be in the same place I am when it comes to a burden on my heart. However, my gift giving this year looks different. I have found some websites where gifts purchased will give back to orphans or women in other countries trying to help provide for their families. Some gifts are more practical and some are gifts that may spark a memory or make a new one. As for Ridley and me, we are stealing our friend's idea. We are not giving to each other but we are taking the money we would spend and donating it to a person or organization. On Christmas morning we will each open our gift to see how the other spent the money. I have already put way more thought into Ridley's gift than in the years past.
Honestly, I love new stuff. I love the fun of unwrapping. I love to watch others as they unwrap my gift to them. So my struggle is battling that want. I have even gone so far as to stand in the middle of the Christmas section and convince myself that any snowman, ornament, or decoration with JESUS on it, can be called a witnessing tool. Like the exterminator is going to come into my house to spray for bugs and my light up Jesus ornament can do more good than my boldness and words. Silly, I know.
Bottom line.....I read today that Americans are expected to spend 447 billion dollars on gifts this year. That would sponsor 109 million orphans for 10 years. I also know that there is a little girl in my own town that had a fruit cup for lunch today because her lunch tab is higher than her parents can afford. That broke my heart!!!!!
I am still excited about the holidays but my focus is more on celebrating Thanksgiving and Jesus. We have so much to be thankful for. Can a sweater really make that any more exciting? The gift of Jesus is THE BEST gift I have ever received. It is definitely a gift that I want to re-gift to others.
Today, I had a thought. If we are going to buy gifts, why don't we buy people Thanksgiving gifts? Isn't that really who we give Christmas gifts to anyway...the people we love and are grateful for having in our lives? Maybe then we could just focus on celebrating Jesus' birthday at Christmas and He wouldn't get crowded out by Frosty and Rudolph either.
I am a sucker for snowmen and gingerbread men. I think eighty percent of what is in my attic is Christmas decorations. Ridley swears the plastic tubs marked "Christmas" are multiplying every twelve months. It is in my blood! Growing up, my mom always decorated and made our home feel like an extension of the North Pole. To this day, if she is hosting a dinner, her table is decorated like a masterpiece. I love it!
This year is a little different for me. As God pulls me closer to simplifying, I face a bit of a struggle. I admit it! I walk into the stores and my heart starts racing with excitement. I have read the "Five Love Languages" and I am a "gifts" when it comes to loving on others. I absolutely believe in finding bargains, so those gifts don't have to be expensive, but a lot of love and thought goes into each one. This year I find myself not as excited.....about shopping. I don't light up over a bargain. With every sale item I find, I picture what that thirty dollar could be providing for someone MUCH more in need. Our Compassion International children need about $38.00 a month to live on. I paid that for one sweater.
I don't expect my kids to throw out their letters to Santa, nor do I expect all of my extended family to be in the same place I am when it comes to a burden on my heart. However, my gift giving this year looks different. I have found some websites where gifts purchased will give back to orphans or women in other countries trying to help provide for their families. Some gifts are more practical and some are gifts that may spark a memory or make a new one. As for Ridley and me, we are stealing our friend's idea. We are not giving to each other but we are taking the money we would spend and donating it to a person or organization. On Christmas morning we will each open our gift to see how the other spent the money. I have already put way more thought into Ridley's gift than in the years past.
Honestly, I love new stuff. I love the fun of unwrapping. I love to watch others as they unwrap my gift to them. So my struggle is battling that want. I have even gone so far as to stand in the middle of the Christmas section and convince myself that any snowman, ornament, or decoration with JESUS on it, can be called a witnessing tool. Like the exterminator is going to come into my house to spray for bugs and my light up Jesus ornament can do more good than my boldness and words. Silly, I know.
Bottom line.....I read today that Americans are expected to spend 447 billion dollars on gifts this year. That would sponsor 109 million orphans for 10 years. I also know that there is a little girl in my own town that had a fruit cup for lunch today because her lunch tab is higher than her parents can afford. That broke my heart!!!!!
I am still excited about the holidays but my focus is more on celebrating Thanksgiving and Jesus. We have so much to be thankful for. Can a sweater really make that any more exciting? The gift of Jesus is THE BEST gift I have ever received. It is definitely a gift that I want to re-gift to others.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Sweet n' Salty
My life has been a trail mix. It has had some of the sweetest moments and some of the saltiest moments all at the same time.
Obviously, I would much prefer to pick out the M&M’s and just enjoy the sweet moments but I am excited about what I have learned about being salt and light to the world in our salty moments. It makes me smile to say I continue to have both. Too much salt leaves you dry and thirsty. I may not be “nuts” about the salty lessons but I do get excited about how I have learned that I am on the right track when I am in the midst of salty moments.
Boy, I sure can taste those M&M’s better when they are mixed in with the salty. Can’t you? Think about it. What a “sweet” reminder that life offers both. The true blessing for me has been learning to enjoy all the flavors that life brings me because I now know that God is at work in both the sweet and salty moments. I am excited to take the next bite that Jesus has to offer.
I pray that you and I enjoy our healthy trail mix life and that we continue to hunger and thirst for righteousness.
I pray these random, crazy, raw, from the heart, blog posts help you whether it is a sweet moment or a salty moment. If you are in one of those salty moments and need me to pray for you, please- please- please let me know. I am here to walk this journey with you!
Obviously, I would much prefer to pick out the M&M’s and just enjoy the sweet moments but I am excited about what I have learned about being salt and light to the world in our salty moments. It makes me smile to say I continue to have both. Too much salt leaves you dry and thirsty. I may not be “nuts” about the salty lessons but I do get excited about how I have learned that I am on the right track when I am in the midst of salty moments.
Boy, I sure can taste those M&M’s better when they are mixed in with the salty. Can’t you? Think about it. What a “sweet” reminder that life offers both. The true blessing for me has been learning to enjoy all the flavors that life brings me because I now know that God is at work in both the sweet and salty moments. I am excited to take the next bite that Jesus has to offer.
I pray that you and I enjoy our healthy trail mix life and that we continue to hunger and thirst for righteousness.
I pray these random, crazy, raw, from the heart, blog posts help you whether it is a sweet moment or a salty moment. If you are in one of those salty moments and need me to pray for you, please- please- please let me know. I am here to walk this journey with you!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Labels
As I ran into a store yesterday, the bathrooms caught my eye. I don't know what was wrong with me. Christmas lights and sale posters were twinkling and flashing everywhere. I didn't even need the bathroom, but it was the label on the door that got my brain swimming. "Family Restroom" jumped out, which was odd. I have seen this sign before but never ventured in. I didn't yesterday either. That would have been creepy since I was by myself but my imagination kicked in as I pictured the whole Barron family choosing that door. I am not sure I get it. I mean if it was created because little boys didn't need to be going with their moms into the Ladies Restroom then aren't they still going to be seeing ladies in the Family Restroom?
Throughout the day I thought about that sign. I thought about labels and how we get so caught up in being gender specific with some of our labels. Ladies night out.....man cave....chick flick....men's bible study...etc. I get the reason for it, but I think it can be dangerous at times. Let me explain. The Bible is very clear to define sin in our life and to teach us what is wrong and what is right. However, I think there are some things we tend to slap a gender label on when it comes to those rights and wrongs. For example, the Bible talks about a nagging or quarrelsome wife, but does that mean that men don't nag or fight?
How about lust? Let's face it ladies, we typically tend to categorized the lust sin as a guy problem. The truth is, women struggle with this too but it looks a little different. Matthew 5:28 says "But I say to you everyone that looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart." It is easy for us to be gender specific and slap our husband's on the arm when they look at another woman. Be careful! I have had discussions with women over the years about how we struggle in this area, but it often seems more acceptable.
When a woman is watching a movie and announces to the room that the lead actor is HOT, you can almost hear the amens from her friends, but when a man makes the same announcement about a woman, he is in the doghouse. Maybe it is the guy in the rock band who is the lead singer and you are drooling all over yourself as you picture him singing just to you. A false image of reality is out there in our faces constantly. The young doctor on the soap opera who is operating without his shirt on is not reality. The Bachelorette who is living in a mansion with 14 guys to find her future husband is not reality. Seriously? They walk around in their best clothes, freshly showered, saying all the right things and taking her out on dream dates. How do you pick a husband that way and call it reality t.v.? They haven't talked about bills. She hasn't seen him in his morning attire with his hair sticking up. You never see the guys wearing black socks, shorts and sandals.
My point is this: Don't read the Bible and think there are parts that don't apply to you. We are all accountable for all parts of it. Don't let the pronoun of choice give you an excuse to continue to behave in a way that you think is okay. I have made a point to teach my girls about the reality of the world's reality. They have to be responsible for what they read, watch, and subject themselves to so they can be aware of lusting after the wrong things. I have told them it is not just "busty lusty" for guys.
1John 2:16 "For all that is in the world - the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride in possessions - is not from the Father but is from the world." It is pretty cut and dry for all of us. Evaluate what you are exposing yourself to and what you are excusing away as being okay. Pray for God to show you areas that you have become too comfortable or okay with. Then Admit it, Repent it, and Forget it.
Throughout the day I thought about that sign. I thought about labels and how we get so caught up in being gender specific with some of our labels. Ladies night out.....man cave....chick flick....men's bible study...etc. I get the reason for it, but I think it can be dangerous at times. Let me explain. The Bible is very clear to define sin in our life and to teach us what is wrong and what is right. However, I think there are some things we tend to slap a gender label on when it comes to those rights and wrongs. For example, the Bible talks about a nagging or quarrelsome wife, but does that mean that men don't nag or fight?
How about lust? Let's face it ladies, we typically tend to categorized the lust sin as a guy problem. The truth is, women struggle with this too but it looks a little different. Matthew 5:28 says "But I say to you everyone that looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart." It is easy for us to be gender specific and slap our husband's on the arm when they look at another woman. Be careful! I have had discussions with women over the years about how we struggle in this area, but it often seems more acceptable.
When a woman is watching a movie and announces to the room that the lead actor is HOT, you can almost hear the amens from her friends, but when a man makes the same announcement about a woman, he is in the doghouse. Maybe it is the guy in the rock band who is the lead singer and you are drooling all over yourself as you picture him singing just to you. A false image of reality is out there in our faces constantly. The young doctor on the soap opera who is operating without his shirt on is not reality. The Bachelorette who is living in a mansion with 14 guys to find her future husband is not reality. Seriously? They walk around in their best clothes, freshly showered, saying all the right things and taking her out on dream dates. How do you pick a husband that way and call it reality t.v.? They haven't talked about bills. She hasn't seen him in his morning attire with his hair sticking up. You never see the guys wearing black socks, shorts and sandals.
My point is this: Don't read the Bible and think there are parts that don't apply to you. We are all accountable for all parts of it. Don't let the pronoun of choice give you an excuse to continue to behave in a way that you think is okay. I have made a point to teach my girls about the reality of the world's reality. They have to be responsible for what they read, watch, and subject themselves to so they can be aware of lusting after the wrong things. I have told them it is not just "busty lusty" for guys.
1John 2:16 "For all that is in the world - the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride in possessions - is not from the Father but is from the world." It is pretty cut and dry for all of us. Evaluate what you are exposing yourself to and what you are excusing away as being okay. Pray for God to show you areas that you have become too comfortable or okay with. Then Admit it, Repent it, and Forget it.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
A Letter
Dear Lisa,
I miss you. I know that you have a lot going on, but I do miss our time together. Old friends often put each other on the back burner for the sake of others. However, I have so much to share with you and long for some of that one on one time. I love to hear you share some of our stories and memories together with others. I even hear you quoting me at times and it makes me smile. Thanks for believing in me!
Please understand that I am not upset with you. I just find myself patiently waiting for my turn. I watch you glance over at me when we happen to be in the same room together and I can tell that you want to hang out. However, I know you get pulled in other directions. I am concerned that too much time will go by and you won't have anything to quote or share about me anymore.
I know that God meant for me to be a part of your life. I am available any time to help you with all the demands you have and the things you need to deal with. You know me, I am good with people. I can give you something to laugh about or as your mom used to say, "I can give you something to cry about". Ha ha.
We have been through some great times together and some really tough times together. I know you may not always understand me, but I still have all the notes you have written. They are special to me.
I have so much more to say to you so when you have some free time, please sit down with me and listen. I miss you.
Love,
Your Bible
I miss you. I know that you have a lot going on, but I do miss our time together. Old friends often put each other on the back burner for the sake of others. However, I have so much to share with you and long for some of that one on one time. I love to hear you share some of our stories and memories together with others. I even hear you quoting me at times and it makes me smile. Thanks for believing in me!
Please understand that I am not upset with you. I just find myself patiently waiting for my turn. I watch you glance over at me when we happen to be in the same room together and I can tell that you want to hang out. However, I know you get pulled in other directions. I am concerned that too much time will go by and you won't have anything to quote or share about me anymore.
I know that God meant for me to be a part of your life. I am available any time to help you with all the demands you have and the things you need to deal with. You know me, I am good with people. I can give you something to laugh about or as your mom used to say, "I can give you something to cry about". Ha ha.
We have been through some great times together and some really tough times together. I know you may not always understand me, but I still have all the notes you have written. They are special to me.
I have so much more to say to you so when you have some free time, please sit down with me and listen. I miss you.
Love,
Your Bible
Friday, November 5, 2010
New Triggers
Most of the time if you hear me talk about "triggers", they are the things that slap me in the face and take me back to parts of my past that remind me of hurt. I can't stand them. They oftentimes hit me right between the eyes and trickle down to my heart.
Yesterday was a nice change for me. I had good, fun triggers and I bet you will never guess where I was and what I was doing when I got hit with them unexpectedly. I was at the nursing home helping my parents move my grandmother into a new (smaller) room. I am not a big fan of the place. It will quickly bring you to the reality that life goes by fast and we have no control over it. The sights, sounds and smells can be depressing. My grandmother has dementia and to ease my pain for her, I try to remind myself that she isn't remembering the sights, sounds and smells. The smell of cafeteria food has replaced the wonderful smells that tickled my nose in my grandmother's kitchen. The sounds of her fussing at my grandfather for eating too many sweets has been replaced by the motor sounds of wheelchairs and moaning of her hall friends. My energetic grandma who never sat down, now sits all the time.
My mom and dad are living out the Bible in the way they love my grandmother. Ephesians 6:2 is a familiar passage. "Honor your father and mother". We often refer to that verse when we want to beat the stuffings out of our children. As adult children, my parents are still honoring their mothers and fathers. My mom and dad are two of the most unselfish people I know and I have the incredible opportunity to be "trained up in the way I should go" by watching them. (Proverbs 22:6) Their way of loving and caring for their family is a result of my grandparents' training and raising of their children. It is a cycle and a reminder.
So as I made the drive to the nursing home, I found myself excited. That was odd. I realized it was my turn to contribute, give back, love and serve my family. A time to honor my father and mother. I helped to set up her new room and I believe my recent "extreme dorm makeover" for Morgan had me prepared for the challenge. The new, smaller room for my grandmother actually ended up working out great and felt nicer. The new wing of the building that actually gets a more negative label, actually had the most loving and wonderful group of people that were excited and ready to play wheelchair kickball with my grandmother.
Grandma wasn't there yesterday. We sent her on a family field trip for the day so she wouldn't be so nervous and confused. I hung up shirts that I remember my grandma wearing on certain occasions, I got to arrange old familiar pictures, I rummaged through old jewelry and remembered admiring it as a young girl while in church holding her hand. My grandma always had lotion and put it on my hands. I recalled how soft her hands always were as I lined up her lotions in her new bathroom. My mom, dad and I actually had a fun time getting her room in order. We even laughed as the exit doors are painted like bookcases so the residents don't try to escape. I couldn't find my way out. Ha ha!. It ended up being a sweet day of going down memory lane.
As I left yesterday, I passed through the lobby that smelt like Fall. The smell of pumpkin combined with the soft music and a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies for guest, made me smile. I felt good about my grandma's new home. I drove home thinking about making memories with my family. The simple kind like looking at pictures, dancing to music, cooking in the kitchen or playing board games. I don't think running around crazy and buying my kids "stuff" are the kind of memories that will stick around.
Do something to honor your father or mother. Do something to honor someone else's father or mother. Train your children up to appreciate family and the elderly. Take a day and just love on someone, not because it is on your to do list or because it will pay a bill. Just do it to be a blessing and to be blessed.
Yesterday was a nice change for me. I had good, fun triggers and I bet you will never guess where I was and what I was doing when I got hit with them unexpectedly. I was at the nursing home helping my parents move my grandmother into a new (smaller) room. I am not a big fan of the place. It will quickly bring you to the reality that life goes by fast and we have no control over it. The sights, sounds and smells can be depressing. My grandmother has dementia and to ease my pain for her, I try to remind myself that she isn't remembering the sights, sounds and smells. The smell of cafeteria food has replaced the wonderful smells that tickled my nose in my grandmother's kitchen. The sounds of her fussing at my grandfather for eating too many sweets has been replaced by the motor sounds of wheelchairs and moaning of her hall friends. My energetic grandma who never sat down, now sits all the time.
My mom and dad are living out the Bible in the way they love my grandmother. Ephesians 6:2 is a familiar passage. "Honor your father and mother". We often refer to that verse when we want to beat the stuffings out of our children. As adult children, my parents are still honoring their mothers and fathers. My mom and dad are two of the most unselfish people I know and I have the incredible opportunity to be "trained up in the way I should go" by watching them. (Proverbs 22:6) Their way of loving and caring for their family is a result of my grandparents' training and raising of their children. It is a cycle and a reminder.
So as I made the drive to the nursing home, I found myself excited. That was odd. I realized it was my turn to contribute, give back, love and serve my family. A time to honor my father and mother. I helped to set up her new room and I believe my recent "extreme dorm makeover" for Morgan had me prepared for the challenge. The new, smaller room for my grandmother actually ended up working out great and felt nicer. The new wing of the building that actually gets a more negative label, actually had the most loving and wonderful group of people that were excited and ready to play wheelchair kickball with my grandmother.
Grandma wasn't there yesterday. We sent her on a family field trip for the day so she wouldn't be so nervous and confused. I hung up shirts that I remember my grandma wearing on certain occasions, I got to arrange old familiar pictures, I rummaged through old jewelry and remembered admiring it as a young girl while in church holding her hand. My grandma always had lotion and put it on my hands. I recalled how soft her hands always were as I lined up her lotions in her new bathroom. My mom, dad and I actually had a fun time getting her room in order. We even laughed as the exit doors are painted like bookcases so the residents don't try to escape. I couldn't find my way out. Ha ha!. It ended up being a sweet day of going down memory lane.
As I left yesterday, I passed through the lobby that smelt like Fall. The smell of pumpkin combined with the soft music and a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies for guest, made me smile. I felt good about my grandma's new home. I drove home thinking about making memories with my family. The simple kind like looking at pictures, dancing to music, cooking in the kitchen or playing board games. I don't think running around crazy and buying my kids "stuff" are the kind of memories that will stick around.
Do something to honor your father or mother. Do something to honor someone else's father or mother. Train your children up to appreciate family and the elderly. Take a day and just love on someone, not because it is on your to do list or because it will pay a bill. Just do it to be a blessing and to be blessed.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
The bulb is bright!
You may have heard bits and pieces of my story on this blog, at one of my speaking events, or in a casual conversation. I love for people to ask me questions. It gives me a chance to brag on what God has done through the really tough times and through the really cool times. A lot of people want to know how Ridley and I met. It was a total God thing. A friend had told me about his tragedy and a little bit about his story. I found out I lived near Ridley at the time, and began to pray for his single dad days every time I drove by his house. I never saw him. Throughout the next 3 years, I continued to keep Ridley and his kids on my prayer list. I then had the chance to go on a blind date with him. This was orchestrated by his sister and brother in law.....and God.
One of my absolute favorite parts (now) is when dinner was over. We were leaving the restaurant and there were two other couples. Who do I ride with? Do I ride with the couple I came with or do I assume I am riding with him? Yuck! I should have stayed home and read a book first on how to date at this age. Then, as if he almost felt he had to, Ridley asked if I wanted to ride with him. I was relieved to not have to decide myself. He opened the door for me and I had a few moments to regain composure while he walked to the other side of the truck. Now comes the conversation. Dinner conversation had not been easy. As we made our way to his sister's house for dessert, the conversation was much more my style. Ridley immediately admitted that he hated dating. He was honest and open about who he was and what was important to him. He told me he wished God would just put a light bulb over the head of the woman he was supposed to marry because he loved being married. In that moment, I heard my inner voice say, "Pick me". What was I thinking? I didn't think I would ever marry again. I was shocked at myself but his honesty and ability to just talk to me was refreshing. The rest of the night went great. I didn't let him far into my door and I didn't want him to kiss me, but when he asked if he could pray for me, I fell into his arms and felt safe. To hear this man pray for me, I just knew God had sent me someone special.
So, two dates later, it was Valentine's Day and we were going out. I had wrapped my box and stood ready for the doorbell to ring. When my handsome date came in, the look on his face after noticing my box, was sheer horror. I later found out that Ridley was concerned that my shirt box with a possible sweater inside, was a little premature. He had tried to decide whether to buy me a gift or not. He decided against it. No big deal. I didn't get him a sweater. I found out early on that he loved chocolate, so I filled the shirt box with Treasures candies. Inside was a small note with the verse from Matthew 6:21 "Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also". Then right smack dab in the center of the box was a 100 watt light bulb with the 100 circled.
The gift made him a nervous wreck. I bet he wished it was a sweater at that point.
Recently, I came across that light bulb. Ridley had made some additions with the Sharpie. He had written the date on the bulb and saved it.
When bills, crazy schedules, laundry, job demands, and routine set in, it can make the light a little dim. I can easily find myself wishing we were back to those exciting dating days. However, I can tell you when I get my thoughts right and focus on the fact that I get to have lots of those conversations like in his truck that first night or I get to hear him pray over me all the time, I am grateful. When I know he is going to call to say he is on his way home and I don't have to wonder when he is going to call next, I am grateful. When I realized the light bulb meant enough to save it, I am grateful. When he tells me I am beautiful with my morning hair, I am grateful. When he works hard for our family and our church, I am grateful. When he realizes Jesus did a super cool thing by bringing us together and he fights for our marriage, I am grateful.
Sometimes I just need to turn the light up brighter so I can see things better. The bulb is bright. I love Ridley Barron.
One of my absolute favorite parts (now) is when dinner was over. We were leaving the restaurant and there were two other couples. Who do I ride with? Do I ride with the couple I came with or do I assume I am riding with him? Yuck! I should have stayed home and read a book first on how to date at this age. Then, as if he almost felt he had to, Ridley asked if I wanted to ride with him. I was relieved to not have to decide myself. He opened the door for me and I had a few moments to regain composure while he walked to the other side of the truck. Now comes the conversation. Dinner conversation had not been easy. As we made our way to his sister's house for dessert, the conversation was much more my style. Ridley immediately admitted that he hated dating. He was honest and open about who he was and what was important to him. He told me he wished God would just put a light bulb over the head of the woman he was supposed to marry because he loved being married. In that moment, I heard my inner voice say, "Pick me". What was I thinking? I didn't think I would ever marry again. I was shocked at myself but his honesty and ability to just talk to me was refreshing. The rest of the night went great. I didn't let him far into my door and I didn't want him to kiss me, but when he asked if he could pray for me, I fell into his arms and felt safe. To hear this man pray for me, I just knew God had sent me someone special.
So, two dates later, it was Valentine's Day and we were going out. I had wrapped my box and stood ready for the doorbell to ring. When my handsome date came in, the look on his face after noticing my box, was sheer horror. I later found out that Ridley was concerned that my shirt box with a possible sweater inside, was a little premature. He had tried to decide whether to buy me a gift or not. He decided against it. No big deal. I didn't get him a sweater. I found out early on that he loved chocolate, so I filled the shirt box with Treasures candies. Inside was a small note with the verse from Matthew 6:21 "Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also". Then right smack dab in the center of the box was a 100 watt light bulb with the 100 circled.
The gift made him a nervous wreck. I bet he wished it was a sweater at that point.
Recently, I came across that light bulb. Ridley had made some additions with the Sharpie. He had written the date on the bulb and saved it.
When bills, crazy schedules, laundry, job demands, and routine set in, it can make the light a little dim. I can easily find myself wishing we were back to those exciting dating days. However, I can tell you when I get my thoughts right and focus on the fact that I get to have lots of those conversations like in his truck that first night or I get to hear him pray over me all the time, I am grateful. When I know he is going to call to say he is on his way home and I don't have to wonder when he is going to call next, I am grateful. When I realized the light bulb meant enough to save it, I am grateful. When he tells me I am beautiful with my morning hair, I am grateful. When he works hard for our family and our church, I am grateful. When he realizes Jesus did a super cool thing by bringing us together and he fights for our marriage, I am grateful.
Sometimes I just need to turn the light up brighter so I can see things better. The bulb is bright. I love Ridley Barron.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Drag your Angel
I have missed blogging, but I had to retreat to my Bible this week to intentionally force myself into lengthy quiet times. The words I longed for could only come from reading my favorite book. You have heard me say that God is a God of do-overs but I want to get it right. I want my actions, words, and thoughts to be a giant THANK YOU to my God that has extended me far more do-overs than I deserve. Pray for God to give you eyes to see things the way He does, but be ready. The things you start to see will challenge you, stretch you, and delight your heart to a point that you almost can't stand it. The things that used to never bother me have become heavy on my heart now. Awareness can change you!
I feel the world trying to stretch me in so many directions that go against the things I am seeing and taking to heart. I feel like that old Stretch Armstrong or Stretch Monster that my brother and I used to play with. Some days I feel like I walk with a limp where a leg has been pulled, or an arm hangs lower from the burdens I try to carry or better yet when I am pulled in all directions at the same time, my head feels like it is going to pop off. Therefore, I wanted to be shaped and molded by the One who made me to begin with. That can only happen when I retreat to the one place of truth and love.
As the week has gone on, I have been overwhelmed and encouraged at the same time by the number of women who are struggling with emotions, hormones, stress, fear, and events that are trying to suck the joy out of them. God's Word says to count it all joy (James 1:2) but as these ladies and I have discussed, we then feel bad that we feel bad. So the process begins. Our focus turns inward, we examine and dissect the problem. Our main goal becomes finding the root of the problem and by the time we have tackled all of that, everything is magnified, including our problems. It is like a bad scene in "Honey I Shrunk The Kids". For me, I then begin to question my spiritual maturity. "Well if I really loved Jesus, I would be skipping along and not allowing anything to get me distracted or down." I believe this is how the enemy tempts us to become ineffective.
So, after reading and praying I decided to give myself a swift kick in the butt (in Jesus' name). I will still battle with emotions, hormones, stress and even fear. That makes me need Jesus even more. However, this week I realized those are the very times that if we turn to Him (even when we don't feel like it), He will strengthen us, remind us of how much He loves us, and refresh us when we realize we aren't crazy. The more I have talked to other women, the more I am encouraged that we are all in the same boat and I am not an isolated, insane woman. Most of those conversations have ended in laughter.
Here's a great way to look at it. Psalm 34:7 tells us the Angel of the Lord encamps around His people. Now, without getting too technical, this does not mean there is only one angel that encamps around everybody at the same time, but many believe this is
either one of many angels or the Lord himself. It can get really deep studying scriptures like this, but I like to keep it a little more simple. I mean, it is all good. If it is the Angel of the Lord, it has to be good. Therefore, I like to exercise my "child like faith" and result to pictures. The image I get is this angel encamping around me like the verse promises. Mine is one busy angel. I got to thinking about all the things I drag my angel through. Although I doubt angels complain, I bet I push mine to the edge sometimes. When I think about being pulled in so many directions, I think about my angel having to increase it's encamping area. Isn't it cool that no matter where we go or how much we go through, our angel goes with us? When you kick the devil in the teeth (with your half painted toenails), your angel is probably hanging onto your ankle and strengthening your efforts. I love that!!!!
Bottom line - God loves you and finds you worthy enough to have your own Angel of the Lord. You are never alone, but when you are feeling alone and a little crazy, I suggest you rally with your BFF's and compare angel stories. Then when you are done laughing so hard, you can drag your angel to buy some adult diapers. Ahhhhhh! There's the joy!
I feel the world trying to stretch me in so many directions that go against the things I am seeing and taking to heart. I feel like that old Stretch Armstrong or Stretch Monster that my brother and I used to play with. Some days I feel like I walk with a limp where a leg has been pulled, or an arm hangs lower from the burdens I try to carry or better yet when I am pulled in all directions at the same time, my head feels like it is going to pop off. Therefore, I wanted to be shaped and molded by the One who made me to begin with. That can only happen when I retreat to the one place of truth and love.
As the week has gone on, I have been overwhelmed and encouraged at the same time by the number of women who are struggling with emotions, hormones, stress, fear, and events that are trying to suck the joy out of them. God's Word says to count it all joy (James 1:2) but as these ladies and I have discussed, we then feel bad that we feel bad. So the process begins. Our focus turns inward, we examine and dissect the problem. Our main goal becomes finding the root of the problem and by the time we have tackled all of that, everything is magnified, including our problems. It is like a bad scene in "Honey I Shrunk The Kids". For me, I then begin to question my spiritual maturity. "Well if I really loved Jesus, I would be skipping along and not allowing anything to get me distracted or down." I believe this is how the enemy tempts us to become ineffective.
So, after reading and praying I decided to give myself a swift kick in the butt (in Jesus' name). I will still battle with emotions, hormones, stress and even fear. That makes me need Jesus even more. However, this week I realized those are the very times that if we turn to Him (even when we don't feel like it), He will strengthen us, remind us of how much He loves us, and refresh us when we realize we aren't crazy. The more I have talked to other women, the more I am encouraged that we are all in the same boat and I am not an isolated, insane woman. Most of those conversations have ended in laughter.
Here's a great way to look at it. Psalm 34:7 tells us the Angel of the Lord encamps around His people. Now, without getting too technical, this does not mean there is only one angel that encamps around everybody at the same time, but many believe this is
either one of many angels or the Lord himself. It can get really deep studying scriptures like this, but I like to keep it a little more simple. I mean, it is all good. If it is the Angel of the Lord, it has to be good. Therefore, I like to exercise my "child like faith" and result to pictures. The image I get is this angel encamping around me like the verse promises. Mine is one busy angel. I got to thinking about all the things I drag my angel through. Although I doubt angels complain, I bet I push mine to the edge sometimes. When I think about being pulled in so many directions, I think about my angel having to increase it's encamping area. Isn't it cool that no matter where we go or how much we go through, our angel goes with us? When you kick the devil in the teeth (with your half painted toenails), your angel is probably hanging onto your ankle and strengthening your efforts. I love that!!!!
Bottom line - God loves you and finds you worthy enough to have your own Angel of the Lord. You are never alone, but when you are feeling alone and a little crazy, I suggest you rally with your BFF's and compare angel stories. Then when you are done laughing so hard, you can drag your angel to buy some adult diapers. Ahhhhhh! There's the joy!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Creep-icitis
Creepicitis is another made up, Lisa Barron word. It is what you get when you come across something creepy. A leftover in the refrigerator that could qualify as one of the kid's next science experiment or maybe when an old guy flirts with you in the bank. This time of year the world loves to make money off of giving us all creepicitis. You can't make it through a 30 minute television show without hearing some type of power tool in a commercial and it isn't to promote Lowes. Chainsaws, half dressed women, masks, blood and screams are the first sign of Halloween.
On Wednesday nights I am reminded why I surrendered to driving a mini van. We pack the van with kids who ride home on the school bus or live in our neighborhood to be a part of Wednesday night youth group. I am eventually going to need to upgrade to a tour bus. What a great problem to have. I just got tickled at the thought of what my tour bus might look like. I think I would love that little black screen above the front windshield indicating where you are headed. "RIDGEVIEW WEDNESDAY NIGHT YOUTH GROUP", "ETERNITY IN HEAVEN" or even "TARGET AND PUBLIX...AGAIN". Anyway, I love to drive and listen to the kids all laughing, talking, sharing sport facts, and the harmony of cell phone ring tones.
A couple of weeks ago the kids brought up horror movies. They were cracking me up with their idea of what was scary. The really cool part was when they started taking an inventory of how many of them had actually seen a horror movie. I loved the comments that followed where most said their parents didn't let them watch them or that they didn't even like to watch them. When one voice screamed out, "They creep me out", I thought about the creepicitis I used to get as a teenager watching one of those movies around Halloween. My heart would race and I would peek through fingers not wanting to watch, but wanting to watch. They were stupid. People would open the door that had blood oozing out of it. They would walk in the crunchy leaves of the woods all by themselves after dark. As young adults, they still had not learned the lessons from their parents about "stranger danger". Seriously? And yet we watched.
Being older and wiser, I am one of those parents that doesn't let my kids watch scary movies. I have two girls that I know would be up for two straight days. We would then have creepicitis AND grumpicitis in our house. That night in the van, I recalled a night that we watch The Passion of Christ as a family. It was hard to watch at times. The torture of Jesus and the sacrifice that He made for all of us. Then there was the actor that portrayed Satan and his lurking ways throughout the story. He didn't have horns or red tights like the world likes to picture him. He was nasty in the movie and he made you very uncomfortable as you watched. Some of The Barron girls couldn't take it and had a hard time sleeping.
In real life, we walk among some of the scariest scenes. There is a real enemy and a real hell. The Bible describes hell as "the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels" (Matthew 25:41). Jesus points out in Matthew 25:46 that our choices cause us to "go away to the eternal punishment or to eternal life (in heaven)". In hell, the Bible tells us there will be "wailing and gnashing of teeth." (Matthew 25:29) Can you imagine the sound of eternal wailing and gnashing of teeth? I would guess it to be the most agonizing sound of regret.
So, why don't we look at ourselves and question our own actions? Imagine Jesus watching us and wanting to scream, "Don't make that choice." "Don't walk in that way". "Don't open that door. I have shut it". I bet He covers His eyes a lot not wanting to watch, but loving us enough to watch. He promises to go with us so, I think about this.....What poor choices are we (am I) making where we drag our Lord and Savior through dark places and then expect Him to rescue us? What smart choices are we ignoring or putting off that could cause us to agonize with long term regret?
Heaven is real and so is Hell! Let's face it....The Gospel is called The Good News so that must mean there is Bad News. We already know how it ends. No need to cover your eyes. The Good Guy wins!
On Wednesday nights I am reminded why I surrendered to driving a mini van. We pack the van with kids who ride home on the school bus or live in our neighborhood to be a part of Wednesday night youth group. I am eventually going to need to upgrade to a tour bus. What a great problem to have. I just got tickled at the thought of what my tour bus might look like. I think I would love that little black screen above the front windshield indicating where you are headed. "RIDGEVIEW WEDNESDAY NIGHT YOUTH GROUP", "ETERNITY IN HEAVEN" or even "TARGET AND PUBLIX...AGAIN". Anyway, I love to drive and listen to the kids all laughing, talking, sharing sport facts, and the harmony of cell phone ring tones.
A couple of weeks ago the kids brought up horror movies. They were cracking me up with their idea of what was scary. The really cool part was when they started taking an inventory of how many of them had actually seen a horror movie. I loved the comments that followed where most said their parents didn't let them watch them or that they didn't even like to watch them. When one voice screamed out, "They creep me out", I thought about the creepicitis I used to get as a teenager watching one of those movies around Halloween. My heart would race and I would peek through fingers not wanting to watch, but wanting to watch. They were stupid. People would open the door that had blood oozing out of it. They would walk in the crunchy leaves of the woods all by themselves after dark. As young adults, they still had not learned the lessons from their parents about "stranger danger". Seriously? And yet we watched.
Being older and wiser, I am one of those parents that doesn't let my kids watch scary movies. I have two girls that I know would be up for two straight days. We would then have creepicitis AND grumpicitis in our house. That night in the van, I recalled a night that we watch The Passion of Christ as a family. It was hard to watch at times. The torture of Jesus and the sacrifice that He made for all of us. Then there was the actor that portrayed Satan and his lurking ways throughout the story. He didn't have horns or red tights like the world likes to picture him. He was nasty in the movie and he made you very uncomfortable as you watched. Some of The Barron girls couldn't take it and had a hard time sleeping.
In real life, we walk among some of the scariest scenes. There is a real enemy and a real hell. The Bible describes hell as "the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels" (Matthew 25:41). Jesus points out in Matthew 25:46 that our choices cause us to "go away to the eternal punishment or to eternal life (in heaven)". In hell, the Bible tells us there will be "wailing and gnashing of teeth." (Matthew 25:29) Can you imagine the sound of eternal wailing and gnashing of teeth? I would guess it to be the most agonizing sound of regret.
So, why don't we look at ourselves and question our own actions? Imagine Jesus watching us and wanting to scream, "Don't make that choice." "Don't walk in that way". "Don't open that door. I have shut it". I bet He covers His eyes a lot not wanting to watch, but loving us enough to watch. He promises to go with us so, I think about this.....What poor choices are we (am I) making where we drag our Lord and Savior through dark places and then expect Him to rescue us? What smart choices are we ignoring or putting off that could cause us to agonize with long term regret?
Heaven is real and so is Hell! Let's face it....The Gospel is called The Good News so that must mean there is Bad News. We already know how it ends. No need to cover your eyes. The Good Guy wins!
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The Experiment
Ahhhh. What a weekend! I love a weekend that isn't full of demands and leaves room for the unexpected. This past Saturday will always be a Barron family memory for me. There are those milestones that make my journal and yet aren't some grand event that Hallmark has a card for.
Morgan came home from college on Saturday and our family was doing the usual running in several different directions. As Ridley and I headed to the church office early Saturday morning for a new members class, I confessed that I felt a little defeated. I had a week that felt like the more I tried to snuggle up to Jesus, the worse I did with His teaching and character building. As tears ran down my face, I asked my pastor and best friend how that happens. I recently have been in the Word even more, praying more and implemented some strong accountability in my life. In my babyish moment, I told Ridley it just doesn't make sense to try harder if you are going to fail harder. It had been a week where I felt like my relationships at home were off balance in all directions. My backside had warmed the stool in my closet many days as I prayed myself through some hurtful things from my children. Those moments are normal for parents and kids, but I was having a harder time remembering it wasn't about me. I continued to pray!
Saturday afternoon, I felt the nudge to do a family experiment. It was College Game Day so I was nervous about making the suggestion to my family and the response I was going to get. I headed to the kitchen table with paper plates, chocolate chips, sweet treats, a funnel, lemons and hot sauce. I then called the entire family to the table. I was greeted with "What are we doing?" "Is this a game?" As everybody sat down, each was rewarded with a treat for great report cards and effort. Dad too. Then each was rewarded with a treat for sharing how someone in the family blessed them during the week. It took them a little bit to think of something. Hmmmmmm. Then everybody got chocolate chips on their plate. This just doesn't happen in the Barron Bunch often. The sugar intake was high and so was the excitement.
As I poured water through the funnel, I explained that the more we wanted to be Jesus, the more Satan wants to leak into our family. I reminded them that we are all responsible for doing our part to "plug up the holes" so Satan can't get in. We talked about some ways we could do that. Then we each had to squeeze lemon juice on our chocolate chips and eat them. I was playing along and I must admit, the lemon juice totally covered the sweetness of the chocolate. The faces were priceless. We then talked about how one person's decision to be "sour" can affect the whole sweetness of what God is trying to do with The Barron's. Then came the hot sauce. They were catching on. With eyes shut and mouths burning, we were all grabbing for our water. We talked about "hot tempers" and how they can cover up what God is doing in our family.
I don't know how long we sat there. It didn't matter. It didn't matter what game was on or what project needed to be tackled. Conversation opened up to some apologies, some speaking "truth in love", some laughing and some crying. Out of respect for my family, I won't get into details but there were some major things brought into the light and more than anything, you could taste the sweetness of love that God intended. We made a lot more progress than this momma could have made fussing or screaming at her kids. I will sit on my backside on that stool praying as many times as I have to for the love of my family and what God wants to do with The Barron Bunch.
As I reflect on that moment again this morning, I think about God's Word and how when I open it, it is like sitting at the table with Him. His gentle way of teaching and showing me in the simplest of ways to make sure I get it.
The lemons: In Jeremiah 31:29 "in those days people will no longer say, 'The fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the children's teeth are set on edge.' Instead, everyone will die for his own sin; whoever eats sour grapes - his own teeth will be set on edge."
We each have to take responsibility for ourselves.
The hot sauce: Proverbs 14:16 "A wise man fears the Lord and shuns evil, but a fool is hotheaded and reckless." Each of us has to do our part to keep the devil out.
The chocolate: Psalm 19:7 & 10 "The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul. They (His ordinances) are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb." This means we must keep on keeping on with what is right.
That time around our table was reviving for the soul of our family. I am smart enough to know that hormones will be ragging again soon, attitudes will be in full force and patience will be low. However, we will keep on keeping on for the good of our God and the good of our family.
We are to praise Him for our sweet n' sour moments!
Morgan came home from college on Saturday and our family was doing the usual running in several different directions. As Ridley and I headed to the church office early Saturday morning for a new members class, I confessed that I felt a little defeated. I had a week that felt like the more I tried to snuggle up to Jesus, the worse I did with His teaching and character building. As tears ran down my face, I asked my pastor and best friend how that happens. I recently have been in the Word even more, praying more and implemented some strong accountability in my life. In my babyish moment, I told Ridley it just doesn't make sense to try harder if you are going to fail harder. It had been a week where I felt like my relationships at home were off balance in all directions. My backside had warmed the stool in my closet many days as I prayed myself through some hurtful things from my children. Those moments are normal for parents and kids, but I was having a harder time remembering it wasn't about me. I continued to pray!
Saturday afternoon, I felt the nudge to do a family experiment. It was College Game Day so I was nervous about making the suggestion to my family and the response I was going to get. I headed to the kitchen table with paper plates, chocolate chips, sweet treats, a funnel, lemons and hot sauce. I then called the entire family to the table. I was greeted with "What are we doing?" "Is this a game?" As everybody sat down, each was rewarded with a treat for great report cards and effort. Dad too. Then each was rewarded with a treat for sharing how someone in the family blessed them during the week. It took them a little bit to think of something. Hmmmmmm. Then everybody got chocolate chips on their plate. This just doesn't happen in the Barron Bunch often. The sugar intake was high and so was the excitement.
As I poured water through the funnel, I explained that the more we wanted to be Jesus, the more Satan wants to leak into our family. I reminded them that we are all responsible for doing our part to "plug up the holes" so Satan can't get in. We talked about some ways we could do that. Then we each had to squeeze lemon juice on our chocolate chips and eat them. I was playing along and I must admit, the lemon juice totally covered the sweetness of the chocolate. The faces were priceless. We then talked about how one person's decision to be "sour" can affect the whole sweetness of what God is trying to do with The Barron's. Then came the hot sauce. They were catching on. With eyes shut and mouths burning, we were all grabbing for our water. We talked about "hot tempers" and how they can cover up what God is doing in our family.
I don't know how long we sat there. It didn't matter. It didn't matter what game was on or what project needed to be tackled. Conversation opened up to some apologies, some speaking "truth in love", some laughing and some crying. Out of respect for my family, I won't get into details but there were some major things brought into the light and more than anything, you could taste the sweetness of love that God intended. We made a lot more progress than this momma could have made fussing or screaming at her kids. I will sit on my backside on that stool praying as many times as I have to for the love of my family and what God wants to do with The Barron Bunch.
As I reflect on that moment again this morning, I think about God's Word and how when I open it, it is like sitting at the table with Him. His gentle way of teaching and showing me in the simplest of ways to make sure I get it.
The lemons: In Jeremiah 31:29 "in those days people will no longer say, 'The fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the children's teeth are set on edge.' Instead, everyone will die for his own sin; whoever eats sour grapes - his own teeth will be set on edge."
We each have to take responsibility for ourselves.
The hot sauce: Proverbs 14:16 "A wise man fears the Lord and shuns evil, but a fool is hotheaded and reckless." Each of us has to do our part to keep the devil out.
The chocolate: Psalm 19:7 & 10 "The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul. They (His ordinances) are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb." This means we must keep on keeping on with what is right.
That time around our table was reviving for the soul of our family. I am smart enough to know that hormones will be ragging again soon, attitudes will be in full force and patience will be low. However, we will keep on keeping on for the good of our God and the good of our family.
We are to praise Him for our sweet n' sour moments!
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Abraham's Shoes
What are the splurges in life that bring you comfort? Is it your favorite chair? A cup of coffee? A good piece of dark chocolate? For me, it is mac n' cheese if I have been sick. A yummy truffle is always a special treat. I love fresh cut flowers for no reason. Anything pumpkin flavored blesses me and one of my absolute favorites is clean sheets. For most, I would guess it doesn't take something too big to put a smile on our face.
However, when it comes to our comfort zone....now that is a different story. For most of us, I would guess again that it doesn't take something too big to push us out of what is easy, familiar, comfortable. My daughter Abby makes it very clear when she is out of her comfort zone. She Grrrrrr's. As a teenage girl, if she doesn't like that she has to change her clothes before leaving the house then she will Grrrrrrr. If she doesn't like the way her brother is acting, she will Grrrrrrr. I will gladly take her Grrrrr's over how other teens often act, but it is an obvious indication that she does not like the situation at hand.
I have been studying Abraham in the Bible and the one thing that has jumped out at me, is that he had to step out of his comfort zone many times. Abraham was a wealthy man from the city of Ur. Ur was his familiar territory. It was where he had been raised, the culture that had shaped him, the attitudes he had adopted and the religion he had followed. He probably didn't know anything else. Ur was a habit. Yet, when God called Abraham out of that comfort zone, He obeyed. You see, God was going to bless Abraham but the deal was he had to do what God wanted him to do and that meant leaving Ur (home). I bet for a very brief moment, the thought of leaving Ur, tempted him to respond like my Abby......GUrrrrr.
But the Bible says in Genesis Chapter 12:4 "So Abraham (Abram) left, as the Lord had told him." That's obedience! Now think about this. Abraham was no spring chicken at the time. The Bible records he was seventy-five years old. That is a lot of time to get set in your ways and nestled into your comfort zone. Abraham took his wife, Sarah and set out on a journey. The journey was not an easy one. God's blessings are not the same as wealth, health, and a problem free life. There is a blessing of peace, power, provision and pleasure with God calling the shots.
If I think about being in Abraham's shoes, I think he could have been a great spokesman for Nike. "Just Do It". He did and his journey just kept demanding obedience. God promised Abraham a son and he was 100 years old when he and Sarah had Isaac. I feel worn out at times parenting at 43 years old. Can you imagine 100 years old? And then came an even bigger challenge. God tested Abraham and asked him to sacrifice his only son as a burnt offering. Early the next morning Abraham set out to just do it. Can you imagine his daddy heart? Can you imagine God's heart when he saw Abraham's obedience? He tested Abraham to see if he was willing. In the end, Abraham's son was spared.
What is your familiar territory? Do you know you are missing something? Are you too comfortable? Maybe you are somewhere in between restless and willing. Abraham lost his peace at times when he took matters into his own hands. Trying to fit our plans into the same plan that God has for us just equals compromise. Why do we settle for anything less than the fullness of what God has for us?
When it comes to our steps of obedience, we don't need to choose flip flops. We need to put on some Nikes and JUST DO IT!
However, when it comes to our comfort zone....now that is a different story. For most of us, I would guess again that it doesn't take something too big to push us out of what is easy, familiar, comfortable. My daughter Abby makes it very clear when she is out of her comfort zone. She Grrrrrr's. As a teenage girl, if she doesn't like that she has to change her clothes before leaving the house then she will Grrrrrrr. If she doesn't like the way her brother is acting, she will Grrrrrrr. I will gladly take her Grrrrr's over how other teens often act, but it is an obvious indication that she does not like the situation at hand.
I have been studying Abraham in the Bible and the one thing that has jumped out at me, is that he had to step out of his comfort zone many times. Abraham was a wealthy man from the city of Ur. Ur was his familiar territory. It was where he had been raised, the culture that had shaped him, the attitudes he had adopted and the religion he had followed. He probably didn't know anything else. Ur was a habit. Yet, when God called Abraham out of that comfort zone, He obeyed. You see, God was going to bless Abraham but the deal was he had to do what God wanted him to do and that meant leaving Ur (home). I bet for a very brief moment, the thought of leaving Ur, tempted him to respond like my Abby......GUrrrrr.
But the Bible says in Genesis Chapter 12:4 "So Abraham (Abram) left, as the Lord had told him." That's obedience! Now think about this. Abraham was no spring chicken at the time. The Bible records he was seventy-five years old. That is a lot of time to get set in your ways and nestled into your comfort zone. Abraham took his wife, Sarah and set out on a journey. The journey was not an easy one. God's blessings are not the same as wealth, health, and a problem free life. There is a blessing of peace, power, provision and pleasure with God calling the shots.
If I think about being in Abraham's shoes, I think he could have been a great spokesman for Nike. "Just Do It". He did and his journey just kept demanding obedience. God promised Abraham a son and he was 100 years old when he and Sarah had Isaac. I feel worn out at times parenting at 43 years old. Can you imagine 100 years old? And then came an even bigger challenge. God tested Abraham and asked him to sacrifice his only son as a burnt offering. Early the next morning Abraham set out to just do it. Can you imagine his daddy heart? Can you imagine God's heart when he saw Abraham's obedience? He tested Abraham to see if he was willing. In the end, Abraham's son was spared.
What is your familiar territory? Do you know you are missing something? Are you too comfortable? Maybe you are somewhere in between restless and willing. Abraham lost his peace at times when he took matters into his own hands. Trying to fit our plans into the same plan that God has for us just equals compromise. Why do we settle for anything less than the fullness of what God has for us?
When it comes to our steps of obedience, we don't need to choose flip flops. We need to put on some Nikes and JUST DO IT!
Monday, October 4, 2010
H.O.M.E.
I was never one of those moms that displayed artwork from my kids all over the house. You may have seen the latest and greatest on my refrigerator, but that was probably the extent of it. I have definitely saved my kid's projects and pictures but I blame the years of real estate as to why they are all neatly in a box. Realtors don't paint their walls, use wallpaper, hang family pictures all down their hallway and generally don't personalize too much. We have to practice what we preach, I guess.
However, I am rebelling and becoming a fan of tape. I have been taping printed scripture around my house for some time. I have shared those ideas with you before. For example, "Wash me clean O Lord" is on my laundry door. "Hunger and Thirst for righteousness" might be found on my pantry door. I change them up periodically. I even go so far as to print them in font color that matches the current holiday season. I now have started taping prayer request I receive on my bathroom mirror. Before too long, I won't have to clean the mirror.
Instead of crayon creative artwork on my refrigerator, you will see a copy of The Barron Family mission statement. It says, "The Barron Family Will.... H.O.M.E." Here is our goal:
H - Honor the Lord. We can honor the Lord with our lips and yet our hearts can be far from Him. The people who live with us will be the first to know when we do this. Let's seek to honor Him behind closed doors and live out our devotion to Him in a visible, gentle way as we realize our family is watching.
O - Obey His Word. Obeying His Word at home is not always easy. The Bible tells us to be submissive to our husbands, obey our parents and to love others more than we love ourselves.
M - Minister to One Another. Ministry requires us to love others, reach others, and to lay down our lives for the sake of those God has placed in our lives. This must happen at home first, and yet if we are honest, it is the last place it happens. So, we will not give our family our leftovers.
E - Establish Walls of Truth. We need to be building walls of truth - God's truth, designed not to keep others out but to guard our hearts and give us a safe place to retreat and to rest. These walls of truth make our home a place of retreat when the daily battles wear us out.
I believe we have to become more intentional in living out our Godly integrity. That has to start at home first. Last night I read where some parents send their children outside when they are speaking unkindly to one another. They went on to explain that they are working hard to learn Christ like behavior in their home so they send "wordly behavior" back outside into the world. I thought about my family and began to laugh. The chuckles erupted from the thought of my family setting up camp outside. I pictured our camping chairs out on the front lawn later to be followed by a mini fridge and small television. I then pictured our neighbors driving by and wondering why the Barron's are in the front yard when it is freezing. Think about how peaceful things would be inside. No yelling, no name calling, no noise, and no giving a good talking to. No nothing! Literally sometimes it would be no nothing. This momma would have to be out there preparing dinner on a camping stove due to her careless tongue at times.
I actually thought the idea was pretty cool. No more "Go to your room" but "Go outside". Our computer loving, television addicted children would really dislike that!!! However, I know it would sure make me think more about the verse "I walk in my house with a blameless heart." (Psalm 101:2) The word blameless doesn't mean perfect or sinless. There has to be grace in every home. Blameless is referring to spiritual integrity. It is an active relationship with Jesus that humbles our heart before Him and gives us the desire to act right.
The Barron house is full of our share of mistakes but we are working and praying hard to make our house a H.O.M.E.
However, I am rebelling and becoming a fan of tape. I have been taping printed scripture around my house for some time. I have shared those ideas with you before. For example, "Wash me clean O Lord" is on my laundry door. "Hunger and Thirst for righteousness" might be found on my pantry door. I change them up periodically. I even go so far as to print them in font color that matches the current holiday season. I now have started taping prayer request I receive on my bathroom mirror. Before too long, I won't have to clean the mirror.
Instead of crayon creative artwork on my refrigerator, you will see a copy of The Barron Family mission statement. It says, "The Barron Family Will.... H.O.M.E." Here is our goal:
H - Honor the Lord. We can honor the Lord with our lips and yet our hearts can be far from Him. The people who live with us will be the first to know when we do this. Let's seek to honor Him behind closed doors and live out our devotion to Him in a visible, gentle way as we realize our family is watching.
O - Obey His Word. Obeying His Word at home is not always easy. The Bible tells us to be submissive to our husbands, obey our parents and to love others more than we love ourselves.
M - Minister to One Another. Ministry requires us to love others, reach others, and to lay down our lives for the sake of those God has placed in our lives. This must happen at home first, and yet if we are honest, it is the last place it happens. So, we will not give our family our leftovers.
E - Establish Walls of Truth. We need to be building walls of truth - God's truth, designed not to keep others out but to guard our hearts and give us a safe place to retreat and to rest. These walls of truth make our home a place of retreat when the daily battles wear us out.
I believe we have to become more intentional in living out our Godly integrity. That has to start at home first. Last night I read where some parents send their children outside when they are speaking unkindly to one another. They went on to explain that they are working hard to learn Christ like behavior in their home so they send "wordly behavior" back outside into the world. I thought about my family and began to laugh. The chuckles erupted from the thought of my family setting up camp outside. I pictured our camping chairs out on the front lawn later to be followed by a mini fridge and small television. I then pictured our neighbors driving by and wondering why the Barron's are in the front yard when it is freezing. Think about how peaceful things would be inside. No yelling, no name calling, no noise, and no giving a good talking to. No nothing! Literally sometimes it would be no nothing. This momma would have to be out there preparing dinner on a camping stove due to her careless tongue at times.
I actually thought the idea was pretty cool. No more "Go to your room" but "Go outside". Our computer loving, television addicted children would really dislike that!!! However, I know it would sure make me think more about the verse "I walk in my house with a blameless heart." (Psalm 101:2) The word blameless doesn't mean perfect or sinless. There has to be grace in every home. Blameless is referring to spiritual integrity. It is an active relationship with Jesus that humbles our heart before Him and gives us the desire to act right.
The Barron house is full of our share of mistakes but we are working and praying hard to make our house a H.O.M.E.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Taste Test
I have friends that LOVE their mani-pedis. It took me a while to understand they were a manicure and a pedicure at the same time. At first I thought it might be something I would see on Man vs. Wild. For most, it is a time of pampering and relaxation. Although I admit the finished product looks very nice, they stress me. I usually can't understand the conversation with my "nail artist" and then every minute I am sitting still, is a minute ticking away from my "to do" list. Nearby is my cell phone buzzing with every polish stroke and by the time I make it to the car, I can assure you I have hit one of the nails, instantly creating a flaw. I am not relaxed at that point! So for me, relaxation is a lifey-wholey. In my town, the Lifeway Christian Bookstore is right next to Whole Foods.
Monday, I started my week off with a field trip. A close friend of mine agreed to meet me at Lifeway to check out some books. We had a goal in mind but didn't exactly know what we were looking for. Ahhhh, an excuse to peruse each aisle...slowly. Then we were heading to Whole Foods for lunch. Now this is how you start a Monday! As I entered the store, the friendly clerk extended the usual greeting, "Welcome to Lifeway". I wanted to scream, "Shhhhh. I have entered the therapy zone." My eyes were jumping from books to their new Christmas items. We settled into an aisle and began flipping. As we narrowed down the search to 5 books, we headed to the big comfy leather chairs. It was decision making time. "No.....I don't think so.....Maybe.....Yikes!" My friend turned and gave me a questionable look. I had just read a few lines in the last book and closed it quickly. I then explained that I had picked the page with some challenging stuff and I didn't want it "to get on me" until we decided if that was the book. After we laughed, we obviously knew that was the book.
We made the very short trip next door to Whole Foods. Ahhhh, again. My organ's just feel healthier when I walk in the place. We made a dash to the lunch buffet. Colors and smells jumped on my plate. There are usually some traditional things and then some crazy things. My family has been sweet to adapt to healthier versions of mac n' cheese but some of the crazy stuff is too much to ask. So I go crazy for the crazies. Tofu has been a recent taste test for me. It doesn't look appealing at all but has huge nutritional benefits. I like some versions of it and my daughter, Morgan even tried the fried tofu before heading to college and admitted it tasted just like chicken.
After leaving my lifey-wholey with my buddy, I thought about Jesus. Now am I sure you are asking how comfy leather chairs and tofu get me to Jesus thoughts. Well, I am glad you asked. We live in a world that is way too comfortable in our "safe places".
Or are we really? I think we long for something more but are never willing to take the steps of something different....better for us. So, we choose to stay in our safe spot and settle for comfort over satisfying our longings. We judge a book by its cover (so to speak) and never dive in to really experience the truth. We settle for someone else's suggestion or opinion instead of finding out for ourselves. We stay away from the things that don't look too good even though we know there are great benefits for us if we just branch out.
I don't know anyone who doesn't want more hope, peace, love, purpose or satisfaction in their life. Sit down in a big comfy chair and open God's Word for yourself. Whether it is the first time for you or you read it regularly, go way beyond the cover. Don't judge Jesus based on what you have heard or read somewhere else. Read it yourself straight from the source. It is ok if it gets on you. It may not seem appealing at first, but take the advise of Psalm 34:8..."Taste and see that the Lord is GOOD".
Monday, I started my week off with a field trip. A close friend of mine agreed to meet me at Lifeway to check out some books. We had a goal in mind but didn't exactly know what we were looking for. Ahhhh, an excuse to peruse each aisle...slowly. Then we were heading to Whole Foods for lunch. Now this is how you start a Monday! As I entered the store, the friendly clerk extended the usual greeting, "Welcome to Lifeway". I wanted to scream, "Shhhhh. I have entered the therapy zone." My eyes were jumping from books to their new Christmas items. We settled into an aisle and began flipping. As we narrowed down the search to 5 books, we headed to the big comfy leather chairs. It was decision making time. "No.....I don't think so.....Maybe.....Yikes!" My friend turned and gave me a questionable look. I had just read a few lines in the last book and closed it quickly. I then explained that I had picked the page with some challenging stuff and I didn't want it "to get on me" until we decided if that was the book. After we laughed, we obviously knew that was the book.
We made the very short trip next door to Whole Foods. Ahhhh, again. My organ's just feel healthier when I walk in the place. We made a dash to the lunch buffet. Colors and smells jumped on my plate. There are usually some traditional things and then some crazy things. My family has been sweet to adapt to healthier versions of mac n' cheese but some of the crazy stuff is too much to ask. So I go crazy for the crazies. Tofu has been a recent taste test for me. It doesn't look appealing at all but has huge nutritional benefits. I like some versions of it and my daughter, Morgan even tried the fried tofu before heading to college and admitted it tasted just like chicken.
After leaving my lifey-wholey with my buddy, I thought about Jesus. Now am I sure you are asking how comfy leather chairs and tofu get me to Jesus thoughts. Well, I am glad you asked. We live in a world that is way too comfortable in our "safe places".
Or are we really? I think we long for something more but are never willing to take the steps of something different....better for us. So, we choose to stay in our safe spot and settle for comfort over satisfying our longings. We judge a book by its cover (so to speak) and never dive in to really experience the truth. We settle for someone else's suggestion or opinion instead of finding out for ourselves. We stay away from the things that don't look too good even though we know there are great benefits for us if we just branch out.
I don't know anyone who doesn't want more hope, peace, love, purpose or satisfaction in their life. Sit down in a big comfy chair and open God's Word for yourself. Whether it is the first time for you or you read it regularly, go way beyond the cover. Don't judge Jesus based on what you have heard or read somewhere else. Read it yourself straight from the source. It is ok if it gets on you. It may not seem appealing at first, but take the advise of Psalm 34:8..."Taste and see that the Lord is GOOD".
Monday, September 27, 2010
The Greatness of Knowing Him
I hope you had an incredible weekend. We were on the road most of last week and the weekend. Ridley spoke in Nashville on Wednesday and then we immediately left for him to speak in Georgia. After Georgia, we headed directly to Birmingham to hook up with my parents and our kids for Samford Family Weekend. Our children had not seen Morgan's dorm or her new world. Then we made our way home late Saturday to be ready for church on Sunday. I love getting the suitcase out, and I am usually very excited to put it away for a while and enjoy the routine of home.
When I am on the road with Ridley, I shift from a roadie to a groupie. I love being with him to help with all the little things. He is an intelligent man so he can manage without me, but I love to make sure he is taken care of. It is more than handling the business cards, the book sales, the matching of his socks, and maintaining a good chocolate stash. For me, it is my ministry to him. I love to speak wherever God takes me, but with Ridley I just love being there....praying. I love squeezing his hand to let him know I believe in him. I love sitting close by when he talks so I can catch his eye during a difficult moment and remind him that he can "do this". I love being there afterwards to listen as he summarizes what God was doing. I am his biggest fan!
Interestingly enough, I feel the biggest dose of God's love when Ridley speaks. I never get tired of the story of a big God that carried a broken man I love, through something so tragic. Then God loves on me in a way that is hard to explain...but I am going to try. There are numerous people that usually want to talk to Ridley after he speaks. So many people can relate to pain, tragedy, grief, etc. Sometimes the lines are long and the people are emotional. Ridley delivers a raw and transparent message that goes well beyond the medical world's charts, graphs and statistics. He is the voice of a victim who shares his pain, his real emotions, along with a message of forgiveness and God's grace. So many times I find myself in private conversations with people as well. The questions are often similar and sweet in nature. "How in the world do you do it?" or "Isn't this hard for you?". Sometimes there are quick statements shared by men and women like "You must really be a strong woman" or "My wife couldn't do this."
This past Wednesday I had a lady asked me a question that no one else has ever asked. I believe she truly asked with a sincere desire to know the real answer. She approached me and said, "I just have to know. What is it like to live his loss as your gain?" The question hit me smack in the face. I was expecting one of the "typical ones". Don't think I haven't often heard Ridley's pain or seen his tears and not felt guilty at times. So when the lady asked, I did exactly what I do when I question things myself. I began to pray quickly. So I responded, "I won't lie. It isn't always easy, but I am reminded that God has me here for this time for a reason." She smiled and thanked me for being honest. Long after she left, her words lingered. On the ride home, I really thought about each word in her question. "His loss." "Your gain". I admit, I once again found myself questioning whether I am living out my joy or if I am somehow living in a way that is a by-product of feeling guilty.
Then it was as if Jesus quietly whispered in my ear as I thought of the verse in Philippians 3:8. In this verse Paul explains, "I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things." It was as if Jesus was squeezing my hand and reminding me that He believes in me. This verse means nothing matters except our relationship with Christ. Everything else is a loss. I realize the lady was asking me about the physical loss Ridley has experienced but Jesus was reminding me that nothing I have accomplished, nothing I have been through, and nothing I have right now matters. It is all a loss because I know Jesus Christ. He is my Lord and the greatness of knowing Him is enough.
When I am on the road with Ridley, I shift from a roadie to a groupie. I love being with him to help with all the little things. He is an intelligent man so he can manage without me, but I love to make sure he is taken care of. It is more than handling the business cards, the book sales, the matching of his socks, and maintaining a good chocolate stash. For me, it is my ministry to him. I love to speak wherever God takes me, but with Ridley I just love being there....praying. I love squeezing his hand to let him know I believe in him. I love sitting close by when he talks so I can catch his eye during a difficult moment and remind him that he can "do this". I love being there afterwards to listen as he summarizes what God was doing. I am his biggest fan!
Interestingly enough, I feel the biggest dose of God's love when Ridley speaks. I never get tired of the story of a big God that carried a broken man I love, through something so tragic. Then God loves on me in a way that is hard to explain...but I am going to try. There are numerous people that usually want to talk to Ridley after he speaks. So many people can relate to pain, tragedy, grief, etc. Sometimes the lines are long and the people are emotional. Ridley delivers a raw and transparent message that goes well beyond the medical world's charts, graphs and statistics. He is the voice of a victim who shares his pain, his real emotions, along with a message of forgiveness and God's grace. So many times I find myself in private conversations with people as well. The questions are often similar and sweet in nature. "How in the world do you do it?" or "Isn't this hard for you?". Sometimes there are quick statements shared by men and women like "You must really be a strong woman" or "My wife couldn't do this."
This past Wednesday I had a lady asked me a question that no one else has ever asked. I believe she truly asked with a sincere desire to know the real answer. She approached me and said, "I just have to know. What is it like to live his loss as your gain?" The question hit me smack in the face. I was expecting one of the "typical ones". Don't think I haven't often heard Ridley's pain or seen his tears and not felt guilty at times. So when the lady asked, I did exactly what I do when I question things myself. I began to pray quickly. So I responded, "I won't lie. It isn't always easy, but I am reminded that God has me here for this time for a reason." She smiled and thanked me for being honest. Long after she left, her words lingered. On the ride home, I really thought about each word in her question. "His loss." "Your gain". I admit, I once again found myself questioning whether I am living out my joy or if I am somehow living in a way that is a by-product of feeling guilty.
Then it was as if Jesus quietly whispered in my ear as I thought of the verse in Philippians 3:8. In this verse Paul explains, "I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things." It was as if Jesus was squeezing my hand and reminding me that He believes in me. This verse means nothing matters except our relationship with Christ. Everything else is a loss. I realize the lady was asking me about the physical loss Ridley has experienced but Jesus was reminding me that nothing I have accomplished, nothing I have been through, and nothing I have right now matters. It is all a loss because I know Jesus Christ. He is my Lord and the greatness of knowing Him is enough.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Purpose in the little things
Happy Monday! In my house we start the week out by saying, "No yucky Monday!" I had a great birthday weekend. It doesn't get any better than to have my birthday fall on a Sunday. I got to worship with my incredible church family and I got to hear this really amazing and handsome pastor preach. I did think it was funny that he preached on depression for my birthday (which was planned 6 months in advance). I had no problem claiming the truth, "It's not about me". Sometimes, I have a hard time reminding myself of that in the everyday little things.
This week starts the busy speaking season for Ridley. They are exciting times and exhausting times. Being on the road can wear you out a bit and reliving the painful loss of Joshua can take its toll on Ridley. I pray so hard for him during these times, but we both know, "It's not about us". There was one time in Arizona that we were sooooo reminded of this fact. Ridley steps into a secular work world and it oftentimes received as "just another continuing education" guy....at first. When the attendees realize he is the face of a victim and not just another deliverer of charts and statistics, you can watch Jesus show off. Keep in mind, most of the time the facility that has invited Ridley, has noted that he is a pastor so they often ask him to keep his faith on the down low. No worries....someone in the room usually brings it up for him during the question and answer time. It is amazing.
This one time in Arizona, the media guy that was scheduled to video Ridley, could not be there at the last minute so they called in their backup guy. After the event was over, the man behind the camera approached Ridley and thanked him. He had written a suicide letter before getting the phone call to come into work. He had plans to go home and kill himself. God had a different plan.
Can I admit there are times we don't want to live out of a suitcase or deal with airport junk. There are times we don't want to get out of the hotel bed and face the story again. It is hard for Ridley to tell and it is hard for me to watch him hurt. It is NOT about us.
Yesterday, I was reminded of the choices we make and how important they are. Yes, I am stating the obvious but when they can affect so many other people, are we remembering that it REALLY isn't about us? It is about what God wants to do with us! A couple of weeks ago, Ridley came home and told me about a young boy in school, who needed a mentor. Ridley wanted to pray to see if he should step up to the request. As the Godly wife I am, I questioned it. "Are you sure?"... "I mean you are really busy"...."Isn't there someone else, maybe?" "But what about our simplify goal?" "But...But...But"
After praying together a couple of times, God said, "Lisa, your big But is getting in my way". I was reminded that we just sent one daughter to college and we would have Joshua today if he had survived the mistake at the hospital. After praying together one day, Ridley told me he thought he should invest in this boy. He lives with his mom who is a single parent and his relationship with his father is not a healthy one. Ridley reminded me that Joshua's middle name was the same as this young man.
Ridley visits his new friend at school a couple of times during the week. It seems that this student is typically in trouble when Ridley arrives but when I hear the play by play of their time together, I know God is up to something. This boy needs to know he is special and that somebody believes in him. I got the awesome chance to meet the mom yesterday at church. She was visiting for the first time and through tears she shared some of her difficulties. Through my own tears, I got to explain that the time Ridley gets to spend with her son is a blessing for him too. She did not know Ridley had lost his own son. It was a sweet moment between two mommas that didn't know each other at all.
Proverbs 19:21... "Many are the plans in a man's heart, BUT it is the Lord's purpose that prevails." I assure you there are so many times I have all the plans in my heart and although they make sense to me, it is the Lord's purpose I really want to live for. It just can not be about us....me. In the end, when we do the uncomfortable, tiring things that aren't about us, we end up receiving the blessing of watching God's purpose. Make a decision today like it affects someone else because it probably does.
This week starts the busy speaking season for Ridley. They are exciting times and exhausting times. Being on the road can wear you out a bit and reliving the painful loss of Joshua can take its toll on Ridley. I pray so hard for him during these times, but we both know, "It's not about us". There was one time in Arizona that we were sooooo reminded of this fact. Ridley steps into a secular work world and it oftentimes received as "just another continuing education" guy....at first. When the attendees realize he is the face of a victim and not just another deliverer of charts and statistics, you can watch Jesus show off. Keep in mind, most of the time the facility that has invited Ridley, has noted that he is a pastor so they often ask him to keep his faith on the down low. No worries....someone in the room usually brings it up for him during the question and answer time. It is amazing.
This one time in Arizona, the media guy that was scheduled to video Ridley, could not be there at the last minute so they called in their backup guy. After the event was over, the man behind the camera approached Ridley and thanked him. He had written a suicide letter before getting the phone call to come into work. He had plans to go home and kill himself. God had a different plan.
Can I admit there are times we don't want to live out of a suitcase or deal with airport junk. There are times we don't want to get out of the hotel bed and face the story again. It is hard for Ridley to tell and it is hard for me to watch him hurt. It is NOT about us.
Yesterday, I was reminded of the choices we make and how important they are. Yes, I am stating the obvious but when they can affect so many other people, are we remembering that it REALLY isn't about us? It is about what God wants to do with us! A couple of weeks ago, Ridley came home and told me about a young boy in school, who needed a mentor. Ridley wanted to pray to see if he should step up to the request. As the Godly wife I am, I questioned it. "Are you sure?"... "I mean you are really busy"...."Isn't there someone else, maybe?" "But what about our simplify goal?" "But...But...But"
After praying together a couple of times, God said, "Lisa, your big But is getting in my way". I was reminded that we just sent one daughter to college and we would have Joshua today if he had survived the mistake at the hospital. After praying together one day, Ridley told me he thought he should invest in this boy. He lives with his mom who is a single parent and his relationship with his father is not a healthy one. Ridley reminded me that Joshua's middle name was the same as this young man.
Ridley visits his new friend at school a couple of times during the week. It seems that this student is typically in trouble when Ridley arrives but when I hear the play by play of their time together, I know God is up to something. This boy needs to know he is special and that somebody believes in him. I got the awesome chance to meet the mom yesterday at church. She was visiting for the first time and through tears she shared some of her difficulties. Through my own tears, I got to explain that the time Ridley gets to spend with her son is a blessing for him too. She did not know Ridley had lost his own son. It was a sweet moment between two mommas that didn't know each other at all.
Proverbs 19:21... "Many are the plans in a man's heart, BUT it is the Lord's purpose that prevails." I assure you there are so many times I have all the plans in my heart and although they make sense to me, it is the Lord's purpose I really want to live for. It just can not be about us....me. In the end, when we do the uncomfortable, tiring things that aren't about us, we end up receiving the blessing of watching God's purpose. Make a decision today like it affects someone else because it probably does.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Laugh at things to come
I remember sitting in my sunroom on New Year's Day in 2007. I was reading my Bible about the Proverbs 31 woman. That day, I focused on the verse that talks about "laughing at things to come". (Proverbs 31:25) At that point, I had shed a whole lot of tears in my life. I was encouraged that my laughing days were ahead. Little did I know I was about to meet Ridley Barron and soon become a pastor's wife. If God had told me that on New Year's Day in 2007, I would have just gone on and laughed right then. See? God has a sense of humor too.
Yesterday, I sat on a bench in downtown Franklin, eating pumpkin yogurt and laughing with a dear friend. I couldn't help but think of that verse and that promise in 2007. We happened to be talking about getting older. It was only appropriate as I am approaching my 43rd birthday this weekend. We were laughing at the things that are so funny as you face and embrace getting older.
Earlier in the week, I was running errands after school and my daughter, Landon was the only one who wanted to go with me. As we talked about my birthday she informed me that I was not old. She looked at me and smiled the cutest smile as she said, "You have braces. That makes you look younger." Before I could comment, she continued with, "Besides, you don't have a smell yet." She was holding my hand and patting the back of it. I was waiting for a chuckle from her but as I glanced over at her, I could tell she was serious. I asked, "What?". Landon followed up with, "You know....an old person smell. What did your Poppie smell like?" Poppie was my grandfather that I was very close to. I told her I wasn't sure, but I knew Poppie was smelling pretty with Jesus.
Then one day as my family was all hovering around the kitchen, I heard Landon say, "Yes ma'am." I corrected her and said, "Yes SIR." She said, "What?". Ridley quickly jumped in and said, "Baby, you asked the question a minute ago." I was shocked. I was sure I had heard him ask Landon the question. We started laughing, as I demanded an explanation for how that happens.
So I know I am working my way to a point where I will need lip liner to remember where to color in the lines. I am moving from M, T, W, TH, F, Sat, Sun little girl panties to pill boxes with the days of the week. I am reflecting on "back in the days" when high school cheerleaders had to have flexibility and not just some spirit fingers. I understand that I am moving from the days of buying my bra in a bin to buying it in a box and I soon will only have 2 color options. I am already at the point where a traffic light needs to be installed on the way to the bathroom for in the middle of the night as I pass my hubby.
It is all part of it! I am doing my best to laugh at what is next. I refuse to swipe the Sweet N Low from restaurants or wrap the left over rolls in a napkin to take home.
I seriously am excited that my birthdays now have great memories. Special days and holidays used to be awful for me so I welcome the jokes from my family and I celebrate that I don't have a smell.....yet.
Yesterday, I sat on a bench in downtown Franklin, eating pumpkin yogurt and laughing with a dear friend. I couldn't help but think of that verse and that promise in 2007. We happened to be talking about getting older. It was only appropriate as I am approaching my 43rd birthday this weekend. We were laughing at the things that are so funny as you face and embrace getting older.
Earlier in the week, I was running errands after school and my daughter, Landon was the only one who wanted to go with me. As we talked about my birthday she informed me that I was not old. She looked at me and smiled the cutest smile as she said, "You have braces. That makes you look younger." Before I could comment, she continued with, "Besides, you don't have a smell yet." She was holding my hand and patting the back of it. I was waiting for a chuckle from her but as I glanced over at her, I could tell she was serious. I asked, "What?". Landon followed up with, "You know....an old person smell. What did your Poppie smell like?" Poppie was my grandfather that I was very close to. I told her I wasn't sure, but I knew Poppie was smelling pretty with Jesus.
Then one day as my family was all hovering around the kitchen, I heard Landon say, "Yes ma'am." I corrected her and said, "Yes SIR." She said, "What?". Ridley quickly jumped in and said, "Baby, you asked the question a minute ago." I was shocked. I was sure I had heard him ask Landon the question. We started laughing, as I demanded an explanation for how that happens.
So I know I am working my way to a point where I will need lip liner to remember where to color in the lines. I am moving from M, T, W, TH, F, Sat, Sun little girl panties to pill boxes with the days of the week. I am reflecting on "back in the days" when high school cheerleaders had to have flexibility and not just some spirit fingers. I understand that I am moving from the days of buying my bra in a bin to buying it in a box and I soon will only have 2 color options. I am already at the point where a traffic light needs to be installed on the way to the bathroom for in the middle of the night as I pass my hubby.
It is all part of it! I am doing my best to laugh at what is next. I refuse to swipe the Sweet N Low from restaurants or wrap the left over rolls in a napkin to take home.
I seriously am excited that my birthdays now have great memories. Special days and holidays used to be awful for me so I welcome the jokes from my family and I celebrate that I don't have a smell.....yet.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Joyfully ever after......
Thank you so much for reading my blog. I absolutely love blogging. I don't love the 3:00 a.m. wake ups where my mind is racing about what to write or the over thinking of proper grammar. It isn't about my story....I have heard it before. I love hearing from you! I love the spontaneous conversations in the grocery store, the emails from strangers that instantly become a friend through their words, and the encouragement from others that are pushing through this adventurous life. I truly love hearing the stories.
One of my favorite blog days was the day I asked how I could pray for you and I got many responses from all over the country. I met my new friend, Janet who I am still praying for along with all the others that asked me to pray. Your words are taped on my bathroom mirror and your specific request are underlined in red. So thank you for reading and for sharing.
I need to hear from you today. You have heard me say that Ridley and I are writing a book. I KNOW Jesus wants us to write this book. I know the enemy does not. To share just a little, our book is based on our journals before (and after) we met. The chapters parallel our lives, what God was up to and what we were praying. It starts on the day of the accident with Ridley's family. The following chapter shares my thoughts, struggles, and prayers on that same day. The book continues in that format to show how there were days where we were wondering where God was, and how with all our individual broken pieces, He was lovingly at work.
So you may be asking why I need your help. Well, I have interviewed close friends that walked beside me during the tough times. I have listened to family and noted what they watched and felt. Now I need to know what you would want to read about. It is our desire to be completely transparent in this book and to be used by God to minister to others. You have gotten glimpses and pieces of our stories through blogs, magazine articles, speaking opportunities and friends. What is missing? What are the tough questions you want to ask? It may be about our single parenting days. It may be about grief or rejection. It may be about dating again. It may be about blending a family. It may be about something from our past and how it is affecting our future. You may even have a Lisa or Ridley memory where you saw God at work. I would LOVE to hear those and add them too.
This isn't our story. God is the author! I can't wait to hear from you........
One of my favorite blog days was the day I asked how I could pray for you and I got many responses from all over the country. I met my new friend, Janet who I am still praying for along with all the others that asked me to pray. Your words are taped on my bathroom mirror and your specific request are underlined in red. So thank you for reading and for sharing.
I need to hear from you today. You have heard me say that Ridley and I are writing a book. I KNOW Jesus wants us to write this book. I know the enemy does not. To share just a little, our book is based on our journals before (and after) we met. The chapters parallel our lives, what God was up to and what we were praying. It starts on the day of the accident with Ridley's family. The following chapter shares my thoughts, struggles, and prayers on that same day. The book continues in that format to show how there were days where we were wondering where God was, and how with all our individual broken pieces, He was lovingly at work.
So you may be asking why I need your help. Well, I have interviewed close friends that walked beside me during the tough times. I have listened to family and noted what they watched and felt. Now I need to know what you would want to read about. It is our desire to be completely transparent in this book and to be used by God to minister to others. You have gotten glimpses and pieces of our stories through blogs, magazine articles, speaking opportunities and friends. What is missing? What are the tough questions you want to ask? It may be about our single parenting days. It may be about grief or rejection. It may be about dating again. It may be about blending a family. It may be about something from our past and how it is affecting our future. You may even have a Lisa or Ridley memory where you saw God at work. I would LOVE to hear those and add them too.
This isn't our story. God is the author! I can't wait to hear from you........
Monday, September 13, 2010
Watch Where You Are Going
Today I want to thank Jesus for my future and the exciting unknown. Yes, that can be hard to do. The bully of fear can run around on my playground and leave me a little idle. I can tend to be so consumed with the NOW. The bills NOW. The kids NOW. The "to do list" NOW. The parenting issues NOW. The pain NOW. The fun things NOW. The problems NOW.
Then there is the past. How many times do we think backwards instead of forwards? There are times when we do need to think backwards. Times that we may need to go back for forgiveness or making a wrong right. There are the times that we need to focus backwards to learn from our mistakes. There are great memories that take us back and remind us to be thankful...again.
Ridley and I each have a ministry that tends to center around our past. Our pain, our tragedies, and our God that loved us through it all. If we are not careful, we can live our "now" constantly focused on the past. This can be a dangerous balance for our marriage. There are things we want to remember so we can encourage and minister to others. More importantly, we want to live a life that acknowledges what God has done for us. The easy trap to fall into is thinking that God has already done the big stuff in our life.
When I tuck my kids in at night, I tell them to have Sweet Jesus Dreams! This morning as I was having my quiet time, I thought about my Sweet Jesus Dreams. I realized I don't do as much dreaming about what God is up to next or about what is ahead. I should be dreaming about our book we are writing and what it might look like on a bookstore shelf one day. I should be dreaming about the fun things I haven't experienced with my husband yet. I should be dreaming about my kids getting married one day and my grandchildren. I should be dreaming about the memories I can continue to make with my parents. I should be excited to fill the empty pages of my journal with request for all my friends and new friends. I should be excited about finally deciding what I want to be when I grow up.
I could picture the verse the minute I thought of it. It is highlighted in pink and on the left side of my Bible. I have to refer to it often. Isaiah 43:18 and 19...."Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing." Today, the word "SEE" jumped out at me. God is saying, "LOOK. Open your eyes". "Keep dreaming". "I am not done".
Then, just as sweet (and bossy) and He is, the Holy Spirit took me to Job 42. Nestled at the end of that book of the Bible is verse 12 that says, " The Lord blessed the latter part of Job's life more than the first."
Are you ready for the more? Or do you find yourself being idle in your pain, your failures, or your fears? I have friends who are sick. I have friends who have endured cancer. I have friends whose marriages are hanging by a thread. I have friends who aren't sure how they are going to pay their bills. I have friends whose children are making terrible mistakes. Who wants to dream about the future when the NOW is so hard? I understand the difficulty of thinking you can't handle much more, but the verse in Job tells us to focus on a different "more".
The verse in Job gives you great reason to embrace MORE. Don't be afraid to dream Sweet Jesus Dreams!!!!
Then there is the past. How many times do we think backwards instead of forwards? There are times when we do need to think backwards. Times that we may need to go back for forgiveness or making a wrong right. There are the times that we need to focus backwards to learn from our mistakes. There are great memories that take us back and remind us to be thankful...again.
Ridley and I each have a ministry that tends to center around our past. Our pain, our tragedies, and our God that loved us through it all. If we are not careful, we can live our "now" constantly focused on the past. This can be a dangerous balance for our marriage. There are things we want to remember so we can encourage and minister to others. More importantly, we want to live a life that acknowledges what God has done for us. The easy trap to fall into is thinking that God has already done the big stuff in our life.
When I tuck my kids in at night, I tell them to have Sweet Jesus Dreams! This morning as I was having my quiet time, I thought about my Sweet Jesus Dreams. I realized I don't do as much dreaming about what God is up to next or about what is ahead. I should be dreaming about our book we are writing and what it might look like on a bookstore shelf one day. I should be dreaming about the fun things I haven't experienced with my husband yet. I should be dreaming about my kids getting married one day and my grandchildren. I should be dreaming about the memories I can continue to make with my parents. I should be excited to fill the empty pages of my journal with request for all my friends and new friends. I should be excited about finally deciding what I want to be when I grow up.
I could picture the verse the minute I thought of it. It is highlighted in pink and on the left side of my Bible. I have to refer to it often. Isaiah 43:18 and 19...."Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing." Today, the word "SEE" jumped out at me. God is saying, "LOOK. Open your eyes". "Keep dreaming". "I am not done".
Then, just as sweet (and bossy) and He is, the Holy Spirit took me to Job 42. Nestled at the end of that book of the Bible is verse 12 that says, " The Lord blessed the latter part of Job's life more than the first."
Are you ready for the more? Or do you find yourself being idle in your pain, your failures, or your fears? I have friends who are sick. I have friends who have endured cancer. I have friends whose marriages are hanging by a thread. I have friends who aren't sure how they are going to pay their bills. I have friends whose children are making terrible mistakes. Who wants to dream about the future when the NOW is so hard? I understand the difficulty of thinking you can't handle much more, but the verse in Job tells us to focus on a different "more".
The verse in Job gives you great reason to embrace MORE. Don't be afraid to dream Sweet Jesus Dreams!!!!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
What if I Hadn't Prayed
Here is my question for you today....Do you pray defensively? As I have shared in a few previous posts, I call satan "hairy butt satan". I know it isn't very lady like of me, but he is just nasty. Some would say my attention to the enemy gives him way too much credit. I say if you know what you are up against, then you can pray defensively.
I have a dear friend that taught me several years ago how to really enrich my prayer life. I have listened to her prayers for years and been the recipient of many of her sweet request. One day she taught me to pray for "corrupt companions" to be removed from my family's life. I know of some that have been and I am sure there are some I didn't even know about that have been removed. That one prayer taught me so much about praying defensively. As a pastor's wife, that specific prayer has been a part of my prayer life in the last three years. When you put your family out there to minister to so many, you don't limit who you love on. However, my protective heart for my family, begs God to do the filtering for us.
This weekend I really got to thinking about how important defensive prayers are. I thanked Jesus for the things that I wasn't even aware of that He has protected me from. I thanked Him for the things that don't look exactly the way I would like for them to, because I realized they could look a whole lot worse if I hadn't been praying. Defensive use of God's Word can put satan in his place. Jesus used the Word against satan when He was being tempted. He kept saying "It is written...." and finally satan gave up and left Him alone. Praying puts satan in his place and that is right under the feet of Jesus as a footstool!!!
Interestingly enough I went to the internet this morning to read up on some resources about praying defensively. In searching, the first thing that came up was the defensive tactics of a praying mantis. I was intrigued and found that the praying mantis has a cool defensive strategy we can all learn from. Also pretty cool that they are called PRAYING mantis huh? If you look at a picture of a praying mantis in a defensive position, they look like they are standing tall and praising Jesus. When threatened, they stand tall and spread their forelegs out wide to allow them to penetrate their target. They also spread their wings to make them look bigger and open their mouths.
Although we typically think of "getting on our knees" in prayer, I love the image of the praying mantis standing tall with confidence, limbs spread wide and opening their mouth. When we can develop the same defensive tactic in our prayer life we can rest in knowing that God really is bigger than the enemy we face. Our prayers should be in advance and with a confidence that can only come from really believing our God and the power of prayer.
I have a dear friend that taught me several years ago how to really enrich my prayer life. I have listened to her prayers for years and been the recipient of many of her sweet request. One day she taught me to pray for "corrupt companions" to be removed from my family's life. I know of some that have been and I am sure there are some I didn't even know about that have been removed. That one prayer taught me so much about praying defensively. As a pastor's wife, that specific prayer has been a part of my prayer life in the last three years. When you put your family out there to minister to so many, you don't limit who you love on. However, my protective heart for my family, begs God to do the filtering for us.
This weekend I really got to thinking about how important defensive prayers are. I thanked Jesus for the things that I wasn't even aware of that He has protected me from. I thanked Him for the things that don't look exactly the way I would like for them to, because I realized they could look a whole lot worse if I hadn't been praying. Defensive use of God's Word can put satan in his place. Jesus used the Word against satan when He was being tempted. He kept saying "It is written...." and finally satan gave up and left Him alone. Praying puts satan in his place and that is right under the feet of Jesus as a footstool!!!
Interestingly enough I went to the internet this morning to read up on some resources about praying defensively. In searching, the first thing that came up was the defensive tactics of a praying mantis. I was intrigued and found that the praying mantis has a cool defensive strategy we can all learn from. Also pretty cool that they are called PRAYING mantis huh? If you look at a picture of a praying mantis in a defensive position, they look like they are standing tall and praising Jesus. When threatened, they stand tall and spread their forelegs out wide to allow them to penetrate their target. They also spread their wings to make them look bigger and open their mouths.
Although we typically think of "getting on our knees" in prayer, I love the image of the praying mantis standing tall with confidence, limbs spread wide and opening their mouth. When we can develop the same defensive tactic in our prayer life we can rest in knowing that God really is bigger than the enemy we face. Our prayers should be in advance and with a confidence that can only come from really believing our God and the power of prayer.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Game on!
Yesterday I got in the car to head out to work and I continued my conversation with Jesus while driving. I was quick to tell Him I just didn't feel like walking in the Spirit so I was just going to walk in the flesh for the day. The day had already beaten me up and it was only 9:00 a.m. I was having a pity party prayer. As I thought about walking in the flesh vs. walking in the Spirit, I thought about my toes crammed in my high heels for the day. See? I didn't even have the right shoes for walking in the Spirit. I joked around in my thoughts as I told God I didn't own a pair of Easy Spirits. He quickly reminded me to put on my shoes of peace. (Ephesians 6: 10-17). I tried to picture what those might look like and if they would match my business suit. I pictured cleats! The shoe that will allow you to dig in and tackle anything.
That took me to thoughts of football season. It is right around the corner and this girl loves football! I grew up learning and loving the game. As I have gotten older, I love the sport in general. I have my teams I like and the ones I really don't like. I instantly became a Georgia Bulldog fan, of course, when I married Ridley. He jokes that my red and black attire on our first date was a sign from God.
I remember hooking up my Direct TV at my new house shortly after the divorce. I had requested the Extended Game Day Package. The installer read the order and looked at me as he said, "You are a really good wife." I quickly corrected him to say that I was not married. He then replied, "You are every man's dream". He got the not-so-nice look from me that most men got during my healing season. I share this simply to say, I LOVE football.
So yesterday, as I listened to my coach (Jesus), I thought about my team attitude. If God is for us, who can be against us..right?
I pictured Jesus sitting in this huge stadium and cheering for me. I pictured how He promises to stay to the very end of the game and even if I was the only one playing, He would be there to encourage me. My thoughts wandered to all the roles He plays on my team. Think about it!
He is the best REFEREE. He took the penalty for us when He died for our sins. (Romans 5:6-8)
He is the best DEFENSE. "We have one who speaks to the Father in our defense - Jesus Christ. (1John 2:1)
He can help us ADVANCE. "With your help I can advance against a troop; with my God I can scale a wall." (Psalm 18:29)
He is the best GUARD. "And the peace of God, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." (Philippians 4:7)
He has the greatest STRATEGY. "The wicked man flees though no one pursues, but the righteous are as bold as a lion." (Proverbs 28:1)
He works the sidelines and moves the CHAINS. "To loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free." (Isaiah 58:6)
FIRST AND TEN! We give him 10% of our 1st fruits, He blesses our hard work. (Deuteronomy 14: 22-28)
He is the only Teacher and COACH we need. "for you have one Teacher, the Christ." (Matthew 23:10)
He makes us WINNERS. "I press on toward the GOAL to WIN the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."
(Philippians 3:14)
I felt like I was in the fourth quarter all day yesterday. The game of life had me out of breath and I was feeling the hurt early, longing for the locker room. However, I decided if Jesus is willing to be all those things for me and cheer me on, then I should play with all my heart. I decided the shoes of peace may not match my outfit but I wasn't a quitter. Think about this....We have to be out on the field, so why not choose to be on His team. I can assure you, you don't want to play against Him.
He's wearing your jersey. He believes in you!
That took me to thoughts of football season. It is right around the corner and this girl loves football! I grew up learning and loving the game. As I have gotten older, I love the sport in general. I have my teams I like and the ones I really don't like. I instantly became a Georgia Bulldog fan, of course, when I married Ridley. He jokes that my red and black attire on our first date was a sign from God.
I remember hooking up my Direct TV at my new house shortly after the divorce. I had requested the Extended Game Day Package. The installer read the order and looked at me as he said, "You are a really good wife." I quickly corrected him to say that I was not married. He then replied, "You are every man's dream". He got the not-so-nice look from me that most men got during my healing season. I share this simply to say, I LOVE football.
So yesterday, as I listened to my coach (Jesus), I thought about my team attitude. If God is for us, who can be against us..right?
I pictured Jesus sitting in this huge stadium and cheering for me. I pictured how He promises to stay to the very end of the game and even if I was the only one playing, He would be there to encourage me. My thoughts wandered to all the roles He plays on my team. Think about it!
He is the best REFEREE. He took the penalty for us when He died for our sins. (Romans 5:6-8)
He is the best DEFENSE. "We have one who speaks to the Father in our defense - Jesus Christ. (1John 2:1)
He can help us ADVANCE. "With your help I can advance against a troop; with my God I can scale a wall." (Psalm 18:29)
He is the best GUARD. "And the peace of God, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." (Philippians 4:7)
He has the greatest STRATEGY. "The wicked man flees though no one pursues, but the righteous are as bold as a lion." (Proverbs 28:1)
He works the sidelines and moves the CHAINS. "To loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free." (Isaiah 58:6)
FIRST AND TEN! We give him 10% of our 1st fruits, He blesses our hard work. (Deuteronomy 14: 22-28)
He is the only Teacher and COACH we need. "for you have one Teacher, the Christ." (Matthew 23:10)
He makes us WINNERS. "I press on toward the GOAL to WIN the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."
(Philippians 3:14)
I felt like I was in the fourth quarter all day yesterday. The game of life had me out of breath and I was feeling the hurt early, longing for the locker room. However, I decided if Jesus is willing to be all those things for me and cheer me on, then I should play with all my heart. I decided the shoes of peace may not match my outfit but I wasn't a quitter. Think about this....We have to be out on the field, so why not choose to be on His team. I can assure you, you don't want to play against Him.
He's wearing your jersey. He believes in you!
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