Daughter Katy in D.C. sent me this the other day and by the end I was grinning ear to ear and wanted to cheer along with the crowd.
I know it’s Fearless Friday and this doesn’t seem to have anything to do with Fear except that it’s a fantastic uplifting reminder that there is still delight and good and “Joy to the world” because the Savior has come.
This happened at the Air and Space Museum and is the Air Force Band. Who says nothing good comes out of Washington? Enjoy!
I’ve always wanted to be in a flash mob! If you’re planning one, count me in, but until then, this made me think of other ways I might brighten someone’s life today. What can you think of?
It was years ago now, when the doorbell rang and I dragged my weary, wounded self to open it, my eyes perpetually aching from tears that I could not seem to stop.
I felt destroyed, demolished. As if a mack truck, driven by a team of people I loved and trusted, had run over me without a thought and as I lay mangled in the intersection folks walked by, happy and oblivious to the damage they had passively assented to.
I was exhausted, and lonely, and tired of battling despair.
Confession: Even though I wrote about it recently, I skipped church yesterday. I didn’t skip because I wanted to have brunch with friends, or catch an early football game. It’s just that I had been with people constantly last week over Thanksgiving and I knew I needed some true silence and solitude.
I wrote in my journal, “I need to breathe…have a Sabbath removed from frenzy. I need to listen for Your still small voice. I need to fill up with You. Speak into the silence, Lord. Come Holy Spirit.”
I’ve started to copy an acquaintance of mine who signs her emails: “Breathe deep. Lean hard. God’s love holds.” I need that reminder
It made me think of this post originally from 2 years ago…
I really wish I liked Yoga more. It’s healthy. And it’s so in. But I’m not crazy about it.
Here are the only things I like about Yoga:
the comfy pants that are like legal pajamas,
the fact that you do it in a group with great people, and not, for example on a stationary bike in your basement (like a crazy introvert),
the corpse pose (where you lay still with soft music playing)…
And one more thing… They remind you tobreathe. In fact, I think that’s the only part I consistently get right when I go. I mess up all the poses. And I can’t make myself pretzelize (is that a word?) like my friend Brooke. Continue reading →
It’s the day after Thanksgiving and if you are reading this, chances are you’ve resisted the urge to rise before dawn and scrape and claw through Walmart for the “best deals of the season”. (#walmartfights is trending on Twitter.)
You’ve said “no” to Black Friday, or perhaps you’re still just in a turkey coma and are calling it “contemplation”. You’re reflecting on yesterday, or you still may be with family navigating dysfunctional dynamics feeling as tense as Jack Bauer defusing a bomb with 3 seconds left.
You may be with family members whose voices can strengthen you, reminding you of your inestimable value (like my mom, and basically everyone I’m related to does), or stab you in the back like the Red Wedding on Game of Thrones.
Last week I wrote about the power of words and the Word as we move into the holidays when there’s more emotion, more stress, more people, more…family. So today, on Fearless Friday I thought I’d just post this video that’s a reminder of Whose voice is the most important to hear from.
John likes to say he grew up in the Simpson family and I grew up in the Cleaver family. For those of you born before this century that’s the Leave-it-to-Beaver-all-american-solve-the-oh-so-dramatic-problem-of-someone-telling-a-white-lie-in-30-minutes-and-live-happily-ever-after-TV-family-of-the-1960′s.
I share that only because we’re coming up on Thanksgiving and Christmas and every holiday that involves families gathering together.
Some of us have dreams that look like this:
But reality can often look like this:
And as wonderful as my family is, and as much as I’d like to think they’re perfect, I’m resigned to face the truth that there is no such thing as a fully functional family. We live in a broken world and we’re a broken people – dysfunctional in some way, every one of us.
Trouble is I’d have much the same view at 7 a.m., or 4:30 p.m. It’s just that time of year when everything goes frozen anddark and silent. It’s a living picture of Advent – that time of waiting in darkness for the Light of the World to appear.
As I write I’m wondering how many people reading this feel like they’re waiting for something. Longing. And how many feel like they are in a time of deep darkness when they can’t see anything that makes sense. Fuzzy outlines, but nothing sure.
Mark Batterson recently tweeted: One of my driving motivations as a pastor is this – do people actually MISS church when they MISS church?
A couple of weeks ago on Sunday I was away from home. We knew there was going to be an opening worship service for the conference we were at so no morning worship was planned. But then some folks got together and said, “There’s just something about the Body gathered for Sunday morning worship that seems…holy…honoring…right. Like we’re missing something without it.”
They weren’t being legalistic, but they decided to put together a Sunday morning time of worship for anyone who wanted to come. Lazily I almost didn’t go, but at the last minute slipped into the back and was treated to voices from every continent raised together in praise, a corporate exercise in adoration using the Psalms, and a simple Bible message. Reminders all of the love of Jesus and the power of the Body joined in community.
This discipline of gathering as the church, weekly, has been something I’ve been pondering a lot recently. Continue reading →
Actually I don’t know that for sure because I’ve never been to Mardi Gras, but Fall is a huge event. A blazing last hurrah before THE DEPRIVATION of light and color and warmth for a long, long, time. Sounds like Mardi Gras to me.
When we left Minneapolis two weeks ago for Africa, the firey autumnal luster was fading but leaves were valiantly clinging to branches, reluctant to give up the fight and die for the long, long, long frozen season of dark.
Spoiler alert: they failed in their efforts.
Now, we return to the black crooked limbs silhouetted against a gray November sky. The leaves have lost the battle and lay cold on the ground. Twinkle lights try to replace the glow of harvest color and there’s a tug-o-war going on between those who want to start the Christmas carols now and those who don’t want to leap over Thanksgiving straight to the 24 hour holiday sales of the day after. Continue reading →
We got home from two weeks in Africa yesterday afternoon and are trying to stay awake and get back into a work-day rhythm. John and I keep looking at each other and saying “What time is it? What day is it?” The good news is that with about 159 hours of flight time, there was lots of opportunity to get books read (even for a slug-slow reader like me).