5.26.2011

Come-Back-Forgiveness

Forgiveness has a price

Greetings from sunny Florida! I flew down to Tampa yesterday for a work meeting and will be here until Friday. It’s been good to see glimpses of the Gulf and palm trees, to ride over the Sky Bridge and see people fishing off its side piers, and to watch ospreys gliding over the water. I don’t think I’ll have much time to explore, but it seems like a nice place to visit.
We flew Southwest Airlines which has always been a good experience for me. But yesterday in Raleigh our flight was delayed two hours because bad weather in another part of the country slowed down Southwest’s whole system. As we were approaching Tampa, the pilot came over the PA system and asked us to forgive Southwest for the delays we experienced and please come back to fly with them again.
I thought the pilot’s use of the word ‘forgive’ in this context interesting and it made me consider forgiveness in general as we began our rather bumpy descent. I suppose when we forgive anybody – an airline, a co-worker, a friend, a spouse – there is often a sort of coming back to them involved. I guess it doesn’t have to be this way to forgive, but the best act of forgiving has this component to it.
When I forgive a friend for whatever wrong she has done to me, really forgive, I come back to her with my heart, prepared to lay it on the line again, prepared to be vulnerable and open and ready to trust her. (Now, I know sometimes it’s reasonable to truly forgive someone and not come back. There are times when you can forgive the wrong, but it’s just not possible, or always even healthy, to allow the person the same kind of access to your heart again.  I think of the adult child who wants to forgive the parent who was abusive to them or the woman who needs to forgive the man who molested her. Forgiveness is important, critical to the both the child’s and woman’s mental and emotional health, but complete restoration of the relationships are probably not going to happen this side of Heaven.)
I think “Come-Back-Forgiveness” is what the Jesus is talking to Peter about in Matthew 18 when He says don’t just forgive someone seven times then cut them out of  your life. Forgive them seventy times seven! Basically, forgive them over and over again. Give them Come-Back-Forgiveness.
This is the kind of forgiveness God gives us. We sin against Him myriad times a day and yet He doesn’t leave us. He’s patient and gentle, pouring out new mercies each morning, giving us balm for our souls when we deserve so much less. Over and over again, He forgives not just when we don’t obey His commands, but also when we ignore Him and choose more “hip” friends, when we fail to speak up for Him when we hear others putting Him down, and when we get too busy to spend time with Him really talking and listening to what He has to say. But He’s always there, offering forgiveness and putting His heart out to us again and again.
Paul told the Ephesians “Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.” (Ephesians 4:32) God models this amazing, and expensive, type of forgiveness for us every day. There’s always a price to be paid for forgiveness. Not by the person who is being forgiven, but by the person who is doing the forgiving. And it’s never cheap. When we forgive, we absorb the pain caused by the sin against us into ourselves. It doesn’t just disappear. When God forgave us, He did the same thing. He absorbed the pain of our sins by sending His Son to die on the Cross.
I’m praying today to be able to show others in my life Come-Back-Forgiveness. But more importantly, I’m praying to be able to more clearly understand how God has forgiven me, how He continues to forgive me, and how He will keep on forgiving me everyday I have left here on this earth. 

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5.23.2011

Summer...

Mary gets out of school this week which means.............

SUMMER will officially begin for our family!!

We will:

1. Have a wonderful, amazing, restful, awesome, incredible week at the beach!! (Hooray!)


2. Make some cool crafts like these colored spoons below from creatively christy.



3. Open a mother-daughter Etsy store! :-)

4. Go to the Art Museum.

5. Get our art room set up. (Yes, we "sort of" have an art room!!) I like this organization idea from Weeping Cherries. And I actually have TWO old doors from The Boy's house to turn into desks. LoVe the sawhorse bases on the desk below I found at The Inspired Room. 


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6.  Go "garage saling" - an old Southern tradition! Some of my most favorite things came from garage sales. 

7.  Read some really good books. (This is my list, not Mary's!)

8.  Help "Sissy" get ready for college.

9.  Read through the Gospels together. (This plan is for 30 days, but we'll actually have 60 days of summer!)


10. And try to remember....



Hope you have a wonderful summer planned, too!

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5.22.2011

Seven on Sunday


Hello, friends! My silence is not due to lack of things to say!! There's so much it's hard to choose! Here's seven to try to catch up -
1.  We just got back from a trip to Louisiana with the WHOLE family! The Girl hadn't yet met my parents or Matt's dad as they weren’t able to make the trip up for the wedding in November. So we all flew down last Thursday and came back Monday. We had a cookout with Matt's family on Saturday with all of his siblings and their families except for one. (Matt has five brothers and sisters!) It was a good time. The Girl noted that as people started arriving she could tell if the men were blood family or married in. The guys with no hair, she automatically knew were "true" Furby's! Below is a photo of father, son, and uncle. Cute, aren’t they, with those similar hair lines?! Smile

The Baldies
2.  Matt was also in a Half-Ironman a couple of weekends ago. The weather didn’t cooperate so the swim portion was canceled. Disappointing! He did fabulous on the biking and running, though.
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3. I have several book reviews to catch up on. Here’s my list with ratings for now:

4. I’m working on E’s graduation announcements. I wanted to do something homemade and different so I’m taking her formal graduation photo and trying to do a simple drawing from it to put on the front of her announcements. Here’s the photo and the drawing I have so far. Much work to be done, but I like the direction so far.
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5.  Matt went on a deep-sea fishing trip with our company this past week to the Outer Banks and caught a 70 pound tuna!! Really! (The photo below is of him surf fishing the day before.)
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6. Here’s a shot of our littlest cutie from Mother’s Day. Sweet, isn’t she? Those freckles are starting to pop out!
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7. And then there’s The Boy and The Girl with our grand-dog, Dingo. The first one is the best behavior we could get out of him. The second is reality!Smile

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5.10.2011

Welcome to Our World!

Welcome to Our World! framed


Finally, I can share this with you! This is something I did for a friend at work who just had twin baby boys. They are BEAUTIFUL babies. I had wanted to make something special for him because he and his little family are so special. I actually started making this as something totally different and it turned into a 3-dimensional piece for the babies. It's a little bigger than I intended and I had a bit of trouble framing it. I'm still not really happy with the framing job, but I'll learn and get better! I've already learned that when I  make something like this I need to think of the end product more so I can size it correctly. 

Overall, I'm pretty happy with it and I think my friend liked it, too. I hope his wife did! At the top is their family by their new log cabin and to the left of the cabin is the manufacturing plant where we work. 

The "earth" is mostly gouache paint, then the roads are black paint pen. The houses, trees, etc were drawn with Prismacolor pens and then colored with Primsacolor markers. I used 90#, 12"x18" watercolor paper (because the earth had an original layer of watercolor before I decided I didn't like how it looked. I probably should have switched to mixed media paper.) The cars, flowers, boat, etc. I drew and colored on the same paper, cut out, and mounted on the "earth" with little pop-up pads. 

I haven't really worked on anything else since finishing this almost two months ago. Maybe now that it's been given away, I'll start on something new! I just found out another friend is expecting so maybe I'll start working a new "world" for her...



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5.09.2011

Talking to Snakes


When I read the story of the Fall in Genesis 3, there’s always been something that strikes me as a little odd about Eve and her initial response to the serpent. When he sidled up to her and began to talk, Moses seems to report that Eve’s answer was calm and gracious (albeit ultimately flawed.) There was no surprise or fear on her part that a snake was talking to her! She just calmly began engaging the old Devil in conversation and, of course as we all know, things went downhill from there.
But why wasn’t Eve shocked that an ANIMAL was TALKING to her? Apparently, this wasn’t a big deal to her.
I like to toy with the idea that maybe it wasn’t a surprise to her because talking snakes were normal in the Garden. Maybe pre-Fall snakes could talk?! Maybe all animals could talk? Maybe this is part of what we lost when Eve and Adam sinned, an ability to commune more deeply with the other creatures God had made.

Last week during the Bible study I’m leading, we were talking about Genesis and specifically the story of the Fall when I mentioned my thoughts on this. The lady sitting next to me – a lovely elderly lady – looked at me and said very quietly, “Well, she was innocent. She had nothing to be afraid of yet.”
Wow.

What a great insight. This has set me going down a whole different line of thought.

Eve, sans sin, had nothing to be afraid of because she knew and trusted her good and loving Creator-God. She knew He only had good in store for her. Everything she discovered must have been delightful. Any change to her “status-quo” in the Garden was only seen as the next blessing from her Father’s hands to hers.

That’s not usually my experience when new things come into my life, how about you? Even changes that are “good”, I generally have trouble handling. Like The Boy and The Girl getting married last year. I couldn’t have asked for anything better – right timing, wonderful girl, and terrific family. But still – the change was difficult for me.

Now E will be leaving soon for college – a school she really, really, wanted to attend that God has miraculously provided finances for, a school close enough for us to visit but far enough away for her to begin to learn how to be on her own.

Yet.

My heart is fearful as I think of scary situations and negative outcomes for her. My mind races forward, wondering how we will ever be able to continue to pay for her tuition after this first year. God has provided a way this year, but what about the next? And the next?

And there’s more. Job changes and opportunities, changes that come from aging (Yes, friends, your female body really does begin to drastically change at 40!), new seasons of married life, my baby growing into a teenager, friends moving away, new friends finding their way to us. It’s all good, but yet there’s a little tinge of fear in my heart these days that colors the edges of my vision, wanting things to stay the same, being comfortable in the known world around me and just a bit scared of what is to come.

In the Fall, it wasn’t God who changed, it was Man. God is still the good and loving Creator-God that He was in the Garden. It is my sinfulness, my natural enmity toward Him, (thank-you, Eve) that separates me from Him even as I strive to draw near, even as I know in all my striving and all my failings, that He is with me regardless. It is my close-fisted hands that fail to receive with joy and trust the blessings He offers.

So my prayer today is to be like Eve talking to a snake. To not be afraid of new things He brings into my life, to have open hands to receive change. And not just open hands, but hands cupped and ready to receive from Him his plan for my life to its fullest, brim-full hands, not losing one little drop.

Now, knowing what actually came out of Eve talking to the serpent in the Garden, this post may seem a little weird – a prayer to not be afraid of talking snakes! – but so goes the wanderings of my crooked little mind. Forgive the failings in theology or doctrine...

Blessings, bloggy friends!

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5.03.2011

The Third Question…

The Bible study group I’m leading right now is in its third week. We’ve answered these two questions over the past two meetings:
  • What is the Bible? The inspired, infallible, complete, word of God.
  • What is the Bible about? Jesus, from start to finish.
The first question we answered by looking at our denomination’s statement of faith on the Bible.

The second question we answered by exploring some of the promises in the Old Testament that were later fulfilled by Christ in the New. We also took a look at how the stories of the Old Testament show us different facets of Christ. And we watched this video:

Portion of a sermon from Tim Keller, Redeemer Church NYC
Tonight we’ll look at a third question: “What is in the Old Testament?” We’ll discuss geography, storyline, and characters. But first we’ll talk a little about some typical views of God and compare that to what the Old Testament teaches. For example, here are three common “boxes” people put God in:
  1. God is a benevolent, grandfatherly gentleman, always ready to pat us on the back and say, “Don’t worry, dear one. It doesn’t matter what you do, I will forgive you.” A German poet and journalist, Heinriche Heine (1797-1856), said this on his deathbed when asked by a priest if he thought God would forgive him of his sin, “Of course God will forgive me; that's his job.” The Russian Empress, Catherine the Great (1762-1796) actually beat him to the punch line, though, when she said, “I shall be an autocrat, that's my trade; and the good Lord will forgive me, that's his.”  Is God a forgiving God? Absolutely! But the Old Testament shows us a God who is also Holy (Isaiah 6:1-10) and Just (Psalm 89:14).
  2. God created everything and now He’s just sitting back watching from a distance, if He watches at all. He doesn’t care about my day-to-day life, my decisions, my sufferings, my sin. This would be called a deist view of God. But in the Old Testament, we see a God who is intimately involved with His people, directing them, loving them, disciplining them…. He is a God who speaks, who writes, who commands. He is most definitely a personal God. He intervenes in history and nature to bring His purposes about. The stories that show this in the Old Testament are myriad and way to many to list here. But you could start with the story of Abraham’s call in Genesis 12 and just keep reading!
  3. God is a tit-for-tat God. If I do this for Him, He’ll do that for me. If I pray, follow the rules, read my Bible, have my quiet time, God will make sure I don’t lose my job, that my children don’t rebel, and that my marriage doesn’t fail. Definitely in the Old Testament we see God telling His people if you will obey Me, I will bless you. But we see in Genesis 15, where God “cuts a covenant” with Himself, declaring it is up to Him alone to fulfill the promises to Abraham of land, off-spring, and a people through whom He would eventually bless all the nations. In the same way, we are shown in the New Testament that our salvation is not up to us, not up to the “works” we might perform to please God, but it is completely, from start to finish, from God. Even the faith we need to believe in Christ is a gift. (Ephesians 2:8).
What’s your view?

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5.01.2011

An Unintentional Break

Unintentional: Not intended or deliberate; inadvertent; unwitting

12 days off from blogging. I think that’s my longest break ever. Nothing is wrong, life is good… I just decided – not really deliberately – to take a step back from all things electronic… computer, email, blogging, surfing the ol’ Internet, etc. It’s impossible to stop all digital activity completely and still live and work these days it seems, though. I’m pretty much always at my computer at work and then there’s the necessary emails to teachers, study groups, etc. while at home. And of course, the phone!! Imagine being without a cell phone these days! Imagine not always being immediately “available!” Ugh.
But here I am, always drawn back to recording life and loves and likes via this blog. I’ve been at it since, uh, well… I think 2007 (!) and it’s still a place of refuge, planning, exploration, and cherishing. A place to both look forward and back. A good place.
So, here it is May, 2011! Happy Sabbath, friends! Looks like it will be a lovely, lovely day here. I’ve so much to share with you, but I think today I will just mention this one thing – I entered our county’s local writing contest and was awarded first place in both adult poetry and adult non-fiction!! Hooray! Today is the award ceremony and reading. I’m a little nervous about the reading. I’m getting over a nasty, nasty cold and my head still feels like it’s twice its normal size. When I talk I feel the words reverberating around my skull. Hopefully, I’ll be feeling better by this afternoon.
The poem was one I wrote some time ago about a teacher I had in 8th grade. The original is here. I dusted it off and spiffed it up a bit before entering it, but it is basically the same. (By the way, in section IV, it’s supposed to be omniscient not ominous. Snort! Funny how you read something and read it and read it but never catch such an obvious error. Dang that spell check!! It’s published wrong in the booklet that’s coming out today for the contest, too. Oh, well. At least I caught it before I read it wrong!)
My non-fiction piece is about an afternoon I spent with a friend last year while she started a new round of chemo. I’ve never put it on this blog and entered it into the contest on a whim. I’m very surprised it won and am struggling a bit with what part of it to read today. It’s a pretty emotional piece – my friend has since died and I’m not sure I’ll be able to read without some tears. I really hope I hold it together. Here’s the last two of the four paragraphs I think I’ll read:

Her doctor, a kind woman with a long willowy frame and short dark hair, comes in and they talk about medicine schedules, next appointments, and prescriptions. I frantically try to jot everything down in my notebook so I can report back to her husband, getting confused by all the odd sounding words - neuropathy, Oxaliplatin, Ultram - and spelling them as best as I can phonetically. This disease has a country and a language all of its own, I think, and the natives don’t take kindly to tourists. The doctor asks about pain, chastising her to be honest. Is she in pain all the time now? I watch as a shadow of fear scampers across her face and then she answers. Yes, pretty much all the time. Her eyes dart over to me to see if I have registered this piece of information. She doesn’t want me to know. They begin to discuss new pain control options and I look down at my notebook, pretending to take more notes. But I am really hiding my face so she doesn’t see that the shadow has jumped from her to me and is circling about trying to find a comfortable perch.
*****
We are alone again and the chemo bag is finally empty. She has become restless, asking how much longer, saying she is feeling very hot, shifting about to get comfortable. Just as the last electrolyte push is finishing, and the nurse is disconnecting the IV, she begins to vomit. The nurse can’t get a pan to her in time so I wad up a blanket and shove it in her lap so she doesn’t soil her clothes. The black boots are now firmly planted on the floor as she bends over and is sick. She hasn’t eaten anything today so there isn’t much to throw up. The nurse and I flit around the small room trying to get the pan and wet rags. When it is over she sits back, wiping her face. I’m sorry. Don’t, I say. Don’t say you are sorry. She repeats the apology several times as the nurse gets more anti-nausea medicine for her and takes out the IV. The nurse tells her she doesn’t have anything to be sorry about and I murmur agreement, trying to make soothing noises as I pat her hand. But I understand. She is saying she is sorry for the mess, but more. She is sorry for the attention she is requiring, the disruption of schedules. She is sorry her body is rebelling. She is sorry she has cancer. I’m sorry, too, I whisper.

So, that’s all from me today! Blessings, bloggy friends~


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I sought the Lord, and He answered me; He delivered me from all my fears. Psalm 34:4