Thursday, July 6, 2017

The God of the Unlikely


Recently, I read this post by my favorite author, Tosca Lee. In it, she reminds us that God is the God of the Unlikely.  It's a simple, thoughtful post about how life sometimes turns out differently than you expect and how that can be such a good thing. To have my all-time favorite author pen words that have cut to the quick of my wonderings is a relief and an encouragement.

I've been reflecting on her post. I know that God is a God of miracles. I am evidence of that very thing, having been born three months early and weighing 2lbs, 9oz just over 45 yrs ago -- survival rate with those conditions was nearly unheard of at that time.  (Good grief, I just announced my age to the www! Ack!).  But Tosca has put it in such a way to make me think about this with a different perspective. I needed to hear this because to think of God as the God of the Unlikely, well, it reassures me in an area that I keep hidden from most people I know.

Why does it resonate? Well, I'll tell you. But I must warn you that it's about to get all personal up in here on the ol' blog.  If you are at all squeamish about someone else's vulnerability . . . you may want to click out and wait for the next post.

I'm just sayin'.

I've never been a terribly confident person. There are areas, of course that I am confident and I feel good about.  But overall, I am a bundle of insecurities. In fact, some days they seem to rule my every action.

Especially after my divorce.

That event took pieces of me that I am still trying to regain. It humbled me. It gave me a new, more compassionate perspective. It also lead to a deeper relationship with my Savior that I will never trade for anything: not even my old life back. Those are the good things I gained.

But I lost, for lack of a better term, "the fairy tale ending."

It was bound to happen. No one's life is a fairy tale, of course. It would be exhausting to live that way, anyhow, wouldn't it? After adjusting to the reality of married life, the piece of the fairy tale that I had left was growing old with my husband.  The Bible talks about men cleaving to their wives and loving their wives of their youth. I lost that man. The man I thought I would grow old, fat and sassy with.
Instead, I have just grown old(er), fat and sassy. No use denying it. It is what it is, dear reader.



This has lead to my questioning the idea of ever growing old with anyone. Ever being the kind of person who will be accepted for exactly who I've become, baggage and all. The idea of having a best friend witness my life for all its ups and downs, wrinkles and vulnerabilities and still remain faithful; still love me anyway.


(Please hear my heart, this post is not a plea for compliments and reminders to be patient. It is an acknowledgement of a heart issue. )

Certainly, this is not the most important thing in life. There are many things of greater importance, of course. But it's a God-given desire and I am not ashamed of it, though it does leave me feeling terribly vulnerable to express it here.

So what am I taking away from all of this? I am going to hold on to the promise of Ephesians 3:20:

"Now unto him that is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us." 

He is able. Does this mean I will find real, lasting spousal love? Not necessarily, because a spouse is not God's plan for everyone. But there is the promise of more, of better than what I had or cold dream of, the promise of faithfulness that my heart desires so much. And if that love only comes from God Himself, I am learning to become good with that. Content.

My God is a big God: The God of Miracles.

                                    The God of Second Chances.

                                    The God of the Unexpected.

And now, thankfully I realize
                          
                                    He's The God of the Unlikely.


Joyfully,


Wednesday, July 5, 2017

It's Here! OMB Contirbutor in the House!


Well, it's been a bit of a tumultuous month, but so much of it has been good. There are several things that have been lurking on the horizon that have now come to fruition.

I started a new job and my kids are away for the summer. Boooo . . . Hiss . . . No, both are good things, just an adjustment for this mama.

Now, for the really good:

I have joined a writer's group that will help me further my career in writing. They are called Wordsowers. And they meet in Omaha. Excited about that, for sure! More details to come as I learn and grow in my writing.

When last I posted, I mentioned that I was going to be part of a Mom's blog community for the Omaha area. That has happened and my first post has been published. So excited about that. You can read the full post by clicking here.

Here is a brief excerpt:

"Grace: Unmerited favor.

I need it – a lot of it – and I recognize that, but sometimes it’s difficult to give the grace
that others desperately need . . .

[Grace], in fact, ornaments my life in beautiful and unexpected ways.

Like a soundtrack of perfect melodies for each day we are given, grace is the legacy I want my children to remember and embrace."

Hope you will click over and find a gentle reminder of why grace is so important.

Until next time, dear reader, may you be blessed a hundred-fold.

Joyfully,

Monday, May 8, 2017


I have exciting news! I have been chosen as one of the contributors to the soon-to-be-launched Omaha Moms Blog (I will update with link as soon as it's available).  It will focus on connecting moms in the greater Omaha area.

I am looking forward to being a part of a fun, positive group of women who want to encourage other moms.  It will be all original posts, so you won't find duplicates anywhere else on the web.  Yes, exclusive content!

Hope to see many of my dear readers over there beginning in June 2017.

Joyfully,


Sunday, April 23, 2017

With Joyful Abandon



Wrapped in his mother's arms, the boy's eyes darted from the action on stage to the actors quietly emerging from the back of the auditorium.  He nodded at his mother's gentle reminder that this was only a play. The newest arrival on set caught and held the small boy's attention like no other.
With a small gasp, his arms tightened and then loosed from his mother's neck, his intense whisper tickling her ear, "Look it's Jesus: Oh, Mommy I need to tell him that I love him. Please let me go and come with me!"
His mother allowed him to slip from her protective embrace.  His shoes gave off muffled slaps against the well worn carpet and he planted himself in front of the actor playing Jesus. The actor squatted down and held out his arms.
The little boy raced forward and declared, "I love you Jesus."
With a gracious smile the man responded, "I love you too!"

This account was recently told by my friend, the mother of the small boy.  My eyes welled up with tears as I imagined the scene she described.  Resurrection Sunday is a week behind us, and I am still affected deeply by her son's innocent, uninhibited actions.  Jesus said that we are to come to him as little children:  gladly, joyfully without thought of what others may think.

May we all take our cue from this small child and love with complete abandon.

Joyfully,

Thursday, April 13, 2017

My Favorite Things - April 2017 Edition


It's that time again, dear reader!

(cue game show theme music)

My Favorite Things!

From time to time, I like to indulge in a little show and tell. It's the grown up version where I show and tell you MY favorite things.

1. Topiaries. I have no idea why I love these round balls of greenery on a stick stuck in a planter, but, by golly, I do. Here is a photo of the current topiary offerings in my humble abode. Don't worry, they aren't usually lined up like this, but I am getting ready to move and stuck them altogether until I can figure out how to pack them.




2. The Tonight Dough by Ben & Jerry.  (Diet? What diet?!)  Ben, Jerry and I are not friends. Well, Ben and Jerry must be, but I am not included in their exclusive group. My political leanings are too far right for their taste. But for my taste, so many of their ice cream flavors hit the spot. Currently, I love the Jimmy Fallon inspired flavor, The Tonight Dough.


This delightful concoction combines caramel and chocolate ice creams with chocolate chip cookie dough, peanut butter cookie dough and a crunchy chocolate cookie swirl for an extra-chunky experience that would knock the socks off your freezer, you know, if freezers wore socks.  It's a good thing they don't, huh?!



3. Hammocks. This wonderful outdoor lounging experience has been on my mind (and list) for quite awhile. And it was about time I made it official. What's not to love about a hammock? Well, okay, rolling out of one isn't the most pleasant experience . . .







4. LOST Though I never lost my enthusiasm for this show, I did learn to let it go . . . until last summer when I rewatched the series.  It made even more sense and I loved it even more the second time around.  I even went so far as to make THIS purchase:


Yahoo!  It was a steal . . . and I couldn't resist. Even my kids have leafed through it's many pages on more than one occasion.  JJ where are you?  Damon, Carlton?  We need another great series like this one.  TV just hasn't been the same . . . If LOST ever gets the boot on Netflix . . . I may have to purchase the series.  I'm just sayin'.  I'm also going to say one more thing: They weren't dead the whole time. Trust me. And if you believe they were: you missed the entire point of the show, but I love you anyway.

There you have it: my current faves and loves.  What are your faves?

Counting it all listy joy,