Friday, July 26, 2013

irony and the "a" key

The "a" key sticks on my computer keyboard.
Whenever I type sentences, they come out looking like this:  tody i hd gret dy.

The "a" key sticks on my phone keyboard, but in a different way.
Whenever I type sentences, they come out looking like this: todaay i haaaad aa greaaat daay.

Ironic?  I'd saaaay sy say so.

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Thursday, July 25, 2013

every day


every day is a chance for growth
for new experiences
joys, sorrows
celebration, grief
grappling with and teaching of

every day

we are growing up
we are moving on
we are taking in
we are giving out
we are remembering
we are living

every day

it's all about chances
choices
it's about memories
moments
and what we will do
or not do
with what has been given

every day

what are you choosing?
what are you doing?

how will you then live?

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Saturday, July 13, 2013

am I the only one?

Am I the only one
who
is wearied by the day
at
the mere 7 AM hour
with
coffee in my body
and
only one child awake and out?

Am I the only one?

Am I the only one
who
is shaken by the mommy-anger
and
filled with the mommy-guilt
from
the mommy-anger I never knew I felt?

Am I the only one?

Am I the only one
who
struggles to find their worth
yet
at the same time finds motivations
are
mainly self-absorbed?

Am I the only one?

Am I the only one
who
wrestles with the fact
that
there are dozens of my friends
suffering
at any given moment?

And am I the only one
who
feels this suffering so deeply
that
it's hard to get through each day
knowing
there's nothing I can do to help?

Am I the only one
who
can't seem to shake the sense
that
maybe God isn't listening
as much
as I originally thought?

Am I the only one
who
feels burdened with a Faith
that
doesn't always make sense
but makes complete sense at once

and

who struggles to explain
why I still feel the pain
why every day is just a strain
but I know I can't complain

and

sometimes





I just don't get it.





Am I the only one
who feels she fails
not only every single day
but every single moment?

Am I the only one
who
feels insignificantly so small
who
is stuck against a wall
who
doesn't understand
why
He would choose to hold my hand
at all?

Am I the only one?
Am I the only one?
Am I the only one?


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Tuesday, July 9, 2013

"Whodunnit?" Don't Be Such A Child!

Today's guest post comes from Tim Fall. I met Tim through the Christianity Today blog her.meneutics. Tim always had an insightful comment to share (still does!) -- whether on my blog or other blogs. Pretty soon, he decided to start his own. Tim has a natural ability to tie in current events (or life events) into a narrative that connects to Biblical application.  Please give a warm welcome and leave some comments!

"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me."
1 Corinthians 13:11
Kids Ask Some Great Questions
I first became a judge in 1995, and my kids were really young. They liked coming to the courthouse and seeing where Dad worked. One time my son asked about the people in jail. He wanted to know how they could stay in jail over the weekend when there was no bathroom in there.
He was thinking about the little holding cell next to my courtroom. All it has is a bench. There's no bed, no toilet, nothing but the small bench. Of course, people in there have been brought over from the real jail and sit on that bench only long enough for us to be ready to call them into the courtroom for their hearing.
My son had never been to the real jail. As far as he knew, that was where people in jail stayed. He quickly understood my explanation though, and stopped worrying about people in jail who had to go to the bathroom.
Adults Who Still Can't Figure Things Out
There's a new reality show on TV called "Whodunnit?" The premise seems interesting: contestants are in a house and one of them is soon the victim of a murder, and then a second person falls prey to the resident villain. The rest compete to figure out who did it. It's like being in an Agatha Christie mystery novel or playing the board game Clue, but getting a $250,000 prize at the end if you are the first one to get it right.
Sounds like good fun, doesn't it?
Not to some of the viewers, who (according to this article) feared that reality TV had gone too far this time:
Viewers knew the show was a murder mystery, but it's now clear what many of them didn't know was that the murders weren't real.
Of course, the people who posted their concerns on Twitter might have just been pulling our legs, but the many tweets listed in the article, like this one, seem awfully sincere:
"Soooo, I'm watching Whodunnit? On ABC. Can you kill people on reality tv? Are they really dead?"
As the article's author explained:
That's right, despite the fact that killing off contestants would be illegal (and, of course, just plain wrong), some believed that two players might have actually been killed as part of the show.
Growing Up
This brings me back to Paul's quote at the top of this post:
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. (1 Corinthians 13:11.)
Paul says this in the midst of talking about how people can focus on the wrong things in their relationships with God. Paul said what we should really be concentrating on is love.
It's not a matter of thinking great thoughts, or doing great things, or any other measure that the world would say is a measure of success, or even being able to understand a reality show on TV. The important thing in life is love.
So what is love? Or perhaps I should ask Who is love?
God.
John makes that clear as can be in 1 John 4:8: "God is love." It's such an important truth he repeats it in verse 16: "God is love."
And according to Paul, it's childish to think otherwise.
Tim is a California native who changed his major three times, colleges four times, and took six years to get a Bachelor’s degree in a subject he’s never been called on to use professionally. Married for over 25 years with two kids (one in college and one graduated, woo-hoo!), his family is constant evidence of God’s abundant blessings in his life. He and his wife live in Northern California. Tim blogs here.
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Monday, July 8, 2013

Confessions of a Christian Actor

"Why don't you do Christian theatre?"

It was a common-enough question, and yet it always took all my effort not to cringe as I made the involuntary eye-roll look more like a far-off, thoughtful look.  I never had a good answer.  What I wanted to say was, "Because I don't like Christian theatre.  It's all fuzzballs and sugary syrup."  What I said instead was, "Yeah.  I should probably look into that."  Or when I couldn't choke that lie out of my mouth, I just nodded.  Sure.  Why not.  You evangelicals think what you want to think.


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Tuesday, July 2, 2013

potty training: multiple choice test

For a busy, introverted mommy, potty training an active, extroverted child is:

a) difficult
b) messy
c) socially exhausting
d) all of the above

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Monday, July 1, 2013

our plans

We have dreams.
We have plans.
But we have no idea what God's (specific) dreams and plans are for us.

There's a comfort in knowing that even with all the planning, our dreams may never happen because God's dreams are different for us.  It's comforting because I know that no matter how much we may screw up, as long as we're seeking the Lord first and foremost, we won't stumble.  We'll be exactly where He needs us to be.

Even if we take a few wrong turns in disobedience, He will still use us where we end up.

I have nothing to fear in the future because God is guiding us.

I tell Him every day of my dreams, and I ask Him to take them away or change them if they are not aligned to His plans.  And yet, they become stronger.  My husband starts dreaming them too, without my even saying them.  So a big part of me thinks we're on the right path.

But that doesn't mean things could change.  We have to be ready for whatever happens.

We have to remain thankful for what we already have.

We have to remember that life is not about us.

Life is not about our own plans.

Life is much bigger than we even realize.

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