Monday, April 8, 2013

My friend's journey through pain, grief and loss

Pain. Grief. Loss.

There's been quite a bit of it in the world of those I love these days. When I see this, I wonder at the journey this life throws us. There are things we see in part and later understand. I recently wrote my own thoughts on this a few blogs ago.

Today I read another friends journey over the last 3-4 years and got choked up. The reason is, somehow, through it all, there's another side.

I hope you're blessed and will share in the struggle and journey that my friend Renea shares in her story here.
My friend's blog on grief

Thank you for reading!

Monday, April 1, 2013

L’amour de Dieu est folie

"L’amour de Dieu est folie"
The Love of God is Folly.

There is no intelligent reason to believe that God's love would lead him to come in human form and die a criminal's death. At best, it's just a legend, a myth. Maybe it's just a beautifully nice but awkward story.

And if it's the stuff of raw truth? Unadulterated gospel?  That's absurd, ridiculous, completely foolish!

The religious try and earn their way. It is unjust to otherwise assume that one can reach God in all His glory. No, there is judgment. There is righteousness but there is NOT extravagant love.

Those who don't believe,  this whole thing of needing love, needing a Savior is both unnecessary and archaic. There are many ways to reach peace, to reach God. Your view is just one (very odd and archaic) way of looking at it. In fact, I myself am God and need to figure that out.

And so all actually say, "We don't need a savior." This Christian message with a criminal's cross is foolish. But God's wisdom is not like ours. God's intelligence is not like ours. Every other wisdom and truth will be frustrated in the end. Just try and earn your way. Just try and live this life without the overarching truth with purpose apart from this Savior.

God chose this foolish story, this awkward and absurd truth to bring about His love, His deliverance.

This truth is a stumbling block to many. Will it be a stumbling block for you? And if so, in which way? Religious or one who won't believe?

And yet God's foolishness is still wiser than human wisdom. God's apparent "weak-sauce" way of providing deliverance is stronger than any human strength or saving power. God did indeed choose the foolish things in this world to shame the wise. He chose the weakest looking thing to shame the strong. God chose the ways of humility and the despised things to nullify what seemingly "is", so no one can boast. And that's exactly what Paul wrote in 1 Corinthians 1. In this wisdom I rest. In God's foolish love, I rest.













Monday, March 25, 2013

This Doesn't Feel Like Joy

Pure Joy. Um Really? That's not my first thought when these things went down.

At age 18 years old,  my friend's oldest daughter just found out she has Multiple Sclerosis......not pure joy, pure crap.

At 44 years old, my cousin passed away and left five kids, a sister and parents behind....pure unexpected tragedy.

My Uncle who has already had quadruple bypass surgery, just had another heart attack....pure *sigh*s

A good friend was admitted to the ER once again in this struggle for health and healing with this nasty illness called Lupus....pure frustration.

Another good friend just found out her husband has opened the door to emotionally cheat on her.....pure anger.

After 18 years of marriage, another good friend is dealing with the remnants of a strained relationship through a very ugly divorce......pure hell.

Pure *sigh*, pure OMG I'm so tired of this crap!

"Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything." James 1:2-4

As I look at these words penned by men who were not strangers to trial, I'm still blown away. JOY? REALLY?  Dear Jesus!!

Oh yes. Jesus.

He was no stranger to trial. He knows what prevailing sadness, anger, loneliness, darkness, death look like. He faced it head on at the cross.

The Cross. A place where the venom and the vile of human existence was met with severe blows. Hammered into wood. Bloody. Fleshy. Foul. The Crown of Thorns. Crushing the skull of every rational, loving human thought of what this life was meant to be - crushing into the pain of what this life often becomes because of sin and sickness.

Absolutely every single sin mankind has ever committed against another man, woman, child, animal, even the earth that groans,  every single vile strain of sickness, every single dark cloud lingering in loneliness and pain, was in fact pinned - actually nailed through the fleshy substance of Jesus to a slab of wood. 

But before it was nailed, He CARRIED these things. He WALKED with every single pain and suffering event in this world on HIS back, to his death. THAT cross was heavy with crap.

And they NAILED his flesh to it. The very things we feel, that we wrestle with, he felt and wrestled with to the point of death. He stayed there in that pain, that crap.  He didn't escape. For our sake, don't you see? He didn't call down angels and make his grand entrance at this point. No he suffered in silence. And when Christ said "It is finished" it was. The resurrection was just around the corner. It was for this joy that He endured. The joy of seeing people whole, restored, forgiven.

It's not a Bible story to be relegated to Easter. This dark day in history  was our darkest day today. What pain, what trails, what throws of life are you in?  When we go through it, remember He went through it. Through His pain, we can reach the other side - wholeness, restored relationships, forgiveness.

I still have a lot of questions, but I can't get away from that.

I can't get away from the truth that it was for our sake, he endured the hellish moments of our humanity.  He sighed on our behalf. He didn't want to go through it, if there was another way. His suffering. His pain. His anguish  -- was not in vain. Jesus, my loving God, Savior, Friend and Confidant pushed through and endured and it was bloody. It was messy. It was gruesome and dark because there was no other way.

No one understood that these events would unfold the greatest redemption, the greatest life. People still don't understand. And that's just how it is.

As a Christ follower, I believe He did not settle into the death of our darkest moments. He was resurrected. And in this one act that we celebrate on Easter, He brought life through the darkest moments. Tears wiped dry, peace and pure joy.

In the meantime, as we are here on earth, how am I, as a Christian who believes God can slay any giant (and does ultimately slay them all), look into the face of these trials, this darkness of EVERY kind and find my faith strengthened through perseverance? One day is like 1000 years to God. Our momentary pains will soon be swept away for good.

But in the meantime - In the meantime. In the mean time (these times are mean) consider it pure joy??

The God who already knows all things, has already been working every evil into His plan for good. For some this sounds sadistic of God. Ultimately and even temporarily. How could a loving God allow evil to happen in the first place?  But that would presume and assume that we know and understand it all. Considering there is scientific evidence that we use MUCH less than even 25% of our brain, I understand even more that there are things I cannot grasp in this moment in time.

"So that the true metal of your faith, being of much greater value than gold (which, though it comes to an end, is tested by fire), may come to light in praise and glory and honour, at the revelation of Jesus Christ" 1 Peter 1:7

Tested by the fiery trial of living. My faith is equal to gold. Faith in what? Faith in a good God no matter what is going on around me. Faith in that moment on the cross to be somehow connected to my temporary pain. Faith to looking past the pain, to realize it will not last, that it's not the end of the story, that God is full of Goodness and Glory, Resurrection and Life, that He WILL bring healing, forgiveness, wiping all tears dry (both in this life and the next). This way of looking and accepting life is worth it's weight in gold. Unanswered questions will be answered. Faith will become sight.

When it doesn't feel like joy, remember your faith is golden. Your perseverance and your identification with His suffering in those moments are a sweet reminders that we haven't experienced the fullness of the story. Your God is good NO MATTER WHAT.  You will get through. And in the meantime, there is joy to consider. Joy in what's to come.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

A New Year of Blogging

It's been quite awhile since my last blog post. 



And it's a new year. So, time for new posts!!

When it comes to writing, the desire will always be there whether I have many readers or not, whether I have something to write about or not.

If you want to see an amazing assortment of creativity, check out my sister Noel's Blog Amazing!

Right now my life consists of a little time throughout the day to read, exercise, hang out with the hubby, and meet up with some girls from community group or with family. Most of my time, energy and life consists of being at work. Feels like it's all consuming at this time in my life. Not that I'm complaining, just explaining. I am grateful for a job at a fun company but it's not my passion. Customer service and outdoor clothing pays the bills.

What would I do if I could that would pay the bills?
 - train, inspire, encourage people to be healthy. I'd be some kind of personal trainer.
 - write short articles for magazines and newspapers and eventually write a book.
 - practice guitar and write music
 - sketch and paint until my heart was content

But I'm going to make it a point to blog again this year. Happy New Year!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

In these bodies. . . you invest your love

Once again Mumford & Sons get it right in their song. 
A reminder that where you invest your love, you invest your life.

http://youtu.be/U7DcySekLKY

In these bodies we will live,
in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love,
you invest your life

awake my soul...
awake my soul...
awake my soul...
For you were made to meet your maker


Monday, September 10, 2012

Say it, Do it!



This song "Say" by John Mayer moved me the first time I heard it. And I know exactly why it moves me when it's replayed in my Spotify mix today.

The idea that life can slip by without ever saying /doing the things you wanted and needed to do and say with people is huge. Sometimes we can walk through life with a closed heart toward people and not realize that's what's happening.  In light of our maximum life blip ( 80 or 90 years), I think it was my dad's life in jeopardy over the weekend that brought me back to these thoughts in this song.

There are some things we need to say and some things we don't. Say and do what's needed, please. I was reminded of another very good character quality in my dad. He has demonstrated "say what you need to say" over the years for me.  I love, respect and admire him for it.




It was probably about eight years ago when my dad came to me (actually to each of one of us kids individually) and apologized as our father.  He apologized for "not being a good father".  I was like, wait, what?  How was he not a good father? What he meant by that was that he was always working full time to make ends meet and got impatient with his big, growing family. Now he was regretting it because he wasn't really home when we were around to help mom "raise" us.  I also don't think he really knew how to relate to daughters. He grew up with brothers and besides my mom, really didn't know what to do with us of the female gender. But in this moment, He wanted to know. Was there anything still between us?  If so could we talk about it and begin to resolve our issues with him? Wow. Talk about being completely vulnerable, living with an open heart. In that moment, he was the embodiment of that song.

 My dad, who was absolutely trustworthy,  a very hard working man, who let my mom be home to care for us was asking for healing, was saying what wasn't being said. My dad who tried to connect with me - tried to take me to the movies or to go play tennis with him was asking for my apology for where he fell short. I was such an angry child and still trying to figure out some things, that I think I made it really tough for him too. And even though my anger was that I had some negative experiences with men who were supposed to be trustworthy, I was figuring it out on my own and not getting very far. There's a question in every girls heart that she's hoping her dad will answer in a holy, godly way. The question of being beautiful, being desirable and respected as a daughter. My dad tried to answer that in his own way but I had my own personal issues from other things going on as a kid that I really didn't allow him to answer that.

Just before my dad asked this question eight years ago, I had been on a journey as a Christ-follower where Christ did some deep healing in my soul. I realized so many things about these experiences when I was young and I was able to forgive and move on in my life. This self revelation and the revelation that Christ truly paid the price tag of pain from all the others and helped me process healing, forgiveness and bring me into more authenticity with myself and others. Christ healed my heart and encouraged me to open my heart again.

In 2008, when my dad started having some health problems, I was in Budapest, Hungary and no longer felt it was time to be doing things so far way from family and on my own. And in this decision, there are some things that were said and done. For me in this moment in life, their life and their well being became very important to me. I was saying with my life that they were important and I didn't want to miss out on it. Most of life is just daily life and daily living. But looking back it's always those little things and moments that count. I pray they have some good years in these days that are farther away from their youth and closer to heaven.

That's one thing I love about all four of my siblings and our spouses. Each one of us are saying and doing what needs to be done in this moment to bring support.

I guess I had some things to say about my dad today. In general, here are some words to describe my dad: Loving, witty, disciplined, brilliant, faithful and fair, persistent, hard-working, responsible and honorable, and the list goes on. Because of the way he has always treated my mom and us kids,  he set the bar high for his daughters to marry good men of honor in their own right. His character has always been strong. I greatly love and respect him for it.  Thank you Jesus for a very good dad. May you extend his quality of life to this man who showed my mom and his kids some things about your character through His life. His life isn't over and we do pray for complete healing as we go in this journey.





Friday, September 7, 2012

Writing on this blog

Not that I don't have anything to say. I've got a mouthful. Interesting thing is, I don't feel it's been anything worthy of penning at this point in time. I've tried to do light and random posts. They don't really work for me. Monday and Fridays come and go and I fail to keep up. Unlike my sisters amazing blog. Have you been there? AMAZING! (noelsbeautifulife.blogspot.com) So creative and man, she's workin' it! So proud of her. Until I really feel I have something to say, hmmmmm. I want to say something. Just feel an all consuming blah at this moment.