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Monday, November 28, 2011
I Wish You Love
I remember singing this song through salty tears of frustration often a little over a year ago. Though it was painful to let go of that serious relationship at the time, because I was truly fearful that it would be my last chance, I know walking away was the right thing to do. I want to choose someone because we will bring God more glory together than we did apart, not out of fear or loneliness.
I really do believe love will find me again someday. It's just a matter of time. :)
"I Wish You Love"
I wish you bluebirds in the spring
To give your heart a song to sing
I wish you health
But more than wealth
I wish you love
And in July some lemonade
To cool you in some leafy glade
I wish you health
And more than wealth
I wish you love
My breaking heart and I agree
That you and I could never be
So with my best
My very best
I set you free
I wish you shelter from the storm
A cozy fire to keep you warm
And most of all
When snowflakes fall
I wish you love
And most of all
When snowflakes fall
I wish you love
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Honey to My Soul
I opened up my Bible this morning and these verses in 1 Peter seemed to jump off the page. This is right where I'm at! I'm working on cultivating hospitality, finding new ways to show love to others and trying to develop a greater sense of servant-heartedness. I've been praying about a ministry and service opportunities. There are so many to choose from, but where would God have me go? It's becoming clearer with each tiny step of obedience I take. May these verses be as they were for me this morning - honey to your soul!
1 Peter 4:7-11
7 The end of all things is near; therefore, be of sound judgment and sober spirit for the purpose of prayer.
8 Above all, keep fervent in your love for one another, because love covers a multitude of sins.
9 Be hospitable to one another without complaint.
10 As each one has received a special gift, employ it in serving one another as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.
11 Whoever speaks, is to do so as one who is speaking the utterances of God; whoever serves is to do so as one who is serving by the strength which God supplies; so that in all things God may be glorified through Jesus Christ, to whom belongs the glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen.
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Friday, November 18, 2011
Playful Wifey
Source: postsecretapp.com via Tiffani on Pinterest
They say laughter is the shortest distance between two people. Happy is the couple who prays AND plays together! This will be me someday. ;)
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Boys, Burgers, Steak & a Sweet 16 Yr. Old's Take On it All. . .
My beautiful 16 year old "baby" sister Michelle (isn't that a stunning pic of her above?!? her wisdom and faith are far more captivating than her beauty, believe it or not) gave me permission to post this email. She is wise beyond her years and has inherited my mom's gift for using analogies in teachable moments. LOVE this! Don't think I'll ever look at a steak the same way again. ;)
Hey Jen!
So I've been learning a ton lately and I've just been doing a lot of thinking.
Some girls have been coming to me for advice and I finally came up with this analogy that really sums up what God's been teaching me. I just thought I would share!
Steak vs. McDonald’s Hamburger
So I’ve been thinking about God’s plan for our lives and how He has someone planned for us. But so many times we don’t want to wait or we think that God is taking forever! Or even, this guy seems great, why do I have to wait for God when this guy works great! So I thought of an analogy that pretty much summed this up for me. (It’s a food analogy, because that’s the only kind that actually makes sense to me.) :)
So some guys are like a McDonald’s Hamburger. (bare with me.) So a McDonald’s hamburger, it’s a cute lil’ burger and sometimes they just look so good! It’s instant (you can get it through the drive though), it’s cheap (I think they can be like 99 cents), and it even tastes pretty darn good! But in reality, it’s not very good for you! (Tons of grease and fat!) And it’s not really going to satisfy you, it’s not filling! So in the long run, you’ll be fat & still hungry! Side note: sometimes the patty isn’t even real meat. Just like these guys may not be real men. You need a manly man, who you can lean on and can lead you in the Lord.
But the guy that God has planned for you is like a delicious steak.. Yeah, it takes so much longer to make- sometimes it feels like you’re waiting FOREVER! And it’s a ton more expensive! But it takes longer because it is cooked to perfection, just for you. It’s also good for you! And it is going to totally satisfy you! (And I bet it even comes with a side of garlic-mashed potatoes! Just cuz it’s that good!) And when you have your steak, you would never say “Oh I really wish I had a McDonald’s Hamburger right now.” No! You would never feel that way! You are only thinking how lucky you are to be eating this steak and it is the BEST thing you have ever tasted!
I love you!
<3 Shelly
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Sunday, November 13, 2011
Karen & Troy's Love Story
I've known Karen since elementary school. We sang in choirs together, went on family camping / hiking trips, and celebrated countless life events together with our families. She is beautiful, athletic, a dedicated teacher, the oldest of 5 girls, loves missions and is forever on a quest to serve others.
Truth be told (have I ever confessed this to you, Karen??), I used to wonder how in the world a man would ever manage to get her attention since she has always been focused and "tunnel-visioned". . .
Fast forward to Troy: I made up my mind I liked Troy before I ever really knew him. But I didn't really have to know him. I knew enough about Karen & what kind of woman she was. And he had managed to get Karen's attention, so he HAD to be pretty incredible. She's not the kind of girl to date recreationally, (she's always been a quality over quantity kind of girl) so if she was consistently carving out time for him in her busy schedule, I knew he had to be outstanding!
Okay, enough of my rambling and on to her story. Grab some tissues, brew a mug of something sweet and be prepared to praise the God who is still writing beautiful love stories to proclaim His faithfulness, bring Himself glory and bless His children.
As I sit down to write my story for Jen, I ask myself, “When does a relationship actually ‘start?’
You might say ours started with an (irrational) irate parent who almost made me cry one day. Troy put a note of encouragement in my school mailbox. I had no clue he even cared who I was.
You could say our relationship started with a mutual friend’s unfortunate motorcycle accident that found us both going to visit him in the hospital. Getting stuck in traffic on the way back meant that we had extra time to talk about Biblical Counseling, theology, and favorite authors like Lewis and Bonhoeffer.
Or was it the time Troy tried to bring me a surprise cup of coffee one morning and I had to say ‘no’ because I was on a “Cleanse” food plan?
Most undoubtedly it was when he found me at work and asked, “I have a question. Will you go out with me sometime?” I started sweating. I didn’t have much experience with guys asking me out. My complicated answer that thanked him for asking (letting him know why I was sure we wouldn’t work out) somehow worked back around to me agreeing to a lunch date the next day. I know I wasn’t nervous and I remember conversation flowing very naturally and easily. He dove right in sharing his testimony and asking questions, leaving me humbled by his blunt honesty. My tactic of bringing up topics and subjects that I thought would prove to him that we were in fact “different” failed numerous times as it appeared we agreed on certain life issues such as theology, Biblical Roles, and even homeschooling. I wouldn’t let on during lunch that I was, in fact, having one of the most severe asthma attacks of my life (due to flower pollen) which would leave me almost voiceless for a week. I was leaving for Texas in 2 days and asked him if I could pray and contact him when I got back.
In Texas, playing “mommy” to my little second cousins, I found I couldn’t wait and sent him an Email.
The month of June found us spending a lot of time with our families and going on a lot of walks and talks. Bike rides. Beach runs. We agreed that we would rather try to figure out “Why we shouldn’t date” and trust the Lord to guide us. While this lead to many intense conversations, I found I enjoyed them and even looked forward to them! After a month we said goodbye for the summer.
On July 1st, I left to teach in Uganda for almost a month, coming back home on the same day Troy would be flying out to help build an orphanage in Peru for 2 weeks. At this point, people started telling us our relationship was starting to look like a Hallmark movie. While internet access was intermittent for both of us, long Emails flew across “the pond.” He and my dad met at Starbucks to talk each of the weeks I was out of the country, which was admirable. Living my dream abroad, I found that while I was reunited with the part of my heart that I left in Uganda, it was much easier to step back on the plane this time. I suspected I knew why. Being on the ground in Chicago only meant one thing to me – Troy and I were able to catch each other on our cell phones, right before he boarded the plane in LAX to Peru. More transcontinental Emails and Gchat sessions ensued. To say that I was excited to see him again after 6 weeks would be an understatement.
August quickly brought the end of the summer, the start of a new school year, and the realization that perhaps our friendship was here to stay. Fall found constant notes of encouragement in my mail box at school and surprise cups of tea or homemade smoothies on my desk at the back of my classroom. My first graders were clueless as we quietly flirted over the tops of their precious heads. The holidays brought fun times with our friends and family, my admission that Troy was in fact my “boyfriend,” more intense talks, and a period of time that saw a friendship make way for romance. I experienced my first flowers (on our 6 month anniversary), the humble realization that he still liked me regardless of my human-ness, and my first Valentine’s Day. When I had an asthma attack and threw up after the Go-Cart session at his 30th Birthday, he drove me home without question to make sure I was taken care of. All his friends and family had his birthday dinner without him!
He started to ask about what type of ring I would want. I had no idea. Round, please?
The summer flew by filled with family & friends, more talks, movies, times at the motorcycle track, beach, and a fun trip for me to Florida to visit friends. When I came back, I told Troy that he had put a damper on the joy I found in traveling. Little did I know that he was designing a ring and getting it made behind the backdrop of our busy summer and fall. I suspected we would be engaged by Christmas but didn’t think about it much.
In October, after a Friday filled with teaching and training, Troy took me to La Jolla Cove. One look at all his camera equipment in the back of his truck told my brain that he would be “tinkering” with photography stuff and I told him I should have brought the pile of grading I had left in my classroom. He had me right where he wanted me. I was clueless about what was going to happen. 30 minutes later, perfectly situated on a cliff overlooking the ocean, he suddenly thrust his laptop onto my knees as I was staring at a beautiful sun sinking closer to the horizon.
“Look at this for me, will you?”
I did.
The glare of the sun kept me from seeing that the website I was looking was in fact www.karenwillyoumarryme.com and it wasn’t until I was halfway through the video and picture show that I realized what was happening in that moment. When it was over he asked me quietly to stand up and got down on one knee, asking me to marry him. I am told I said “yes” at least 13 times after staring in shock at the beautiful ring that was slid over my left ring finger. I am so glad our friend Corey was hiding on the other side of the cove and in the bushes, taking pictures with his huge paparazzi-style lens. (www.frameworthyphotography.net) Both our families were waiting at my house, ready to cheer for us as we walked in the door and excited to hear the story.
So now I still wonder, “When does a relationship start?” Because now, as we begin this huge step of faith together, planning to serve the Lord together for the rest of our lives: we always speak of when our life together starts in 6 months. I suppose, then, that it truly “started” in the mind of the Great Master Planner himself, our Heavenly Father. In the end, I’m glad He is in charge and not I. I continue to be greatly humbled that I have the honor of being on earth to glorify HIM and that Troy & I are part of this plan.
I guess that makes this both the end and the beginning, right Jen?
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Friday, November 11, 2011
Surrender is Better by Lisa Hamel
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 2011
You know amazing Colleen that I quote andrave about all the time talk about on here from time to time? Well, this post is written by Lisa, one of her best friends, so you KNOW it's going to be incredible! I was moved to tears and beyond blessed by her vulnerability. I pray that this changes your day for the better, too.
Lisa Hamel is wife to Michael, mother of two young boys, and singer extraordinaire. She has a background in marriage-and-family counseling, and she teaches music out of her home. But the greatest thing I could tell you about Lis is that she is a tenacious lover of Christ. To count her a best friend makes me one blessed woman. I recently asked Lis if she would write about motherhood, something I could post here to encourage other mommies. Like always, her words cut to the very marrow of my heart and brought me to tearful worship....
Though I’ve tried countless times, I simply cannot write a short blog on motherhood. I blog about once a year. That's all the Lord seems to give me. Maybe it's because my lessons learned are long and slow in the process. So when asked to describe what I’ve learned in motherhood, I feel like it's been so complicated that few would want to hear it. But if you’re game, you can hear the “long story.”
I had other plans for my life at 19 and 20. I mean, everyone else told me I was going to be a singer and I (not having a strong sense of self, coupled with a huge propensity for people pleasing) went with it. I loved singing and loved giving praise to God—that’s all it felt like to me at the time. But time and the Holy Spirit revealed to me that I also loved attention and succeeding at something.
Though I didn’t understand it fully at the time, I went through chemical depression at 19. I had paranoia; I was in a distant country with dark spiritual forces at work. I spent the next 3 months of ministry in a state of intense fear and sorrow. I figured out how to cope with this new “normal” by just going numb, wondering if I would ever “feel” close to God again. God allowed 17 years, 2 children and a series of tragedies to bring me back to a stronger version of that young girl. Throughout the years I fought the idea of being a mom. I even overheard people say I probably wouldn't be a good mother. I thought I just didn't have "the mother gene." I loved my husband. I loved traveling. And although the recording industry hadn't worked out for me, I didn't like the idea of having so many things out of my control as a mom.
Finally I acted out of obedience to a leap of faith that I believe God was calling me to. The Lord gave me a sense that my experience with my first child would be difficult. And THAT was a grace.
Caius' name means rejoice. He is the most intense, excitable little man who drinks in the Word of God with a voracious appetite. It reminds me of me before my depression. Caius has SPD—sensory processing disorder. He senses everything far more intensely than normal, so life is quite a ride. He wasn’t diagnosed until 4 ½, so we spent a lot of his first years being annoyed and frustrated with his inability to cope. We didn't understand. All the parenting books just didn't work. We wanted time as a husband and wife. We wanted time as a family with his younger brother that wasn't constantly filled with conflict. We wanted our "idolized" view of family and life. I wanted peace and quiet to write music. We wanted more than 2 hours of sleep strung together.
Once we had a diagnosis and were educated about SPD, Mike and I went through a grieving process. We realized that our son had been trying to please us. He'd been trying to rejoice as his namesake says—and simply couldn't succeed without help and time. He couldn't live up to our standards.
And in this God began to open my eyes. To begin His healing work in my life. For I realized that my son’s inability to live up to my standards was exactly how I had seen God for so long. This is how unable I am to live up to God's standards. How I miss the mark. I am sick. I am born with a condition that I cannot escape. And seeing God as this frustrated Father that I just couldn't please, this was one of the catalysts for my depression those many years ago.
This analogy pressed hard upon us as we came to a deeper, richer place of acceptance of what we can and cannot fix for our son. Of what we could and could not change about our reality. And here's the beautiful thing, God allowed this struggle (which our son can “grow out” of) and other tragedies in these years to free us. To reveal deeper issues emotionally and even physically which would have remained buried for decades had He not lovingly "stirred the pot." We can see His goodness in giving us this struggle.
You see, motherhood has brought me back to myself. I was drifting into shallow waters and I was so afraid that becoming a mom would make me lose myself (in the bad kind of way). But God knew that I was already a watered down version of myself. I am emerging from the dust of these last 6 years refined and redefined. I am now a culmination of who I was before depression 17 years ago. And only my Abba can make a 36-year-old woman stronger yet weaker, wiser yet more teachable, older yet younger, responsible yet free-spirited, and a big-hearted yet light-hearted woman. I didn't think those things could coexist. Then again I didn't think sorrow and joy could coexist together either.
And this is motherhood.
Oh friend, fellow mama: If I could just look you straight in the eye and speak these words to you. That your story is long and God is never absent from it. He is weaving. Always weaving. He is patient. He is intentional. He never wastes a talent. He may be jealous for them. And if not one other person appreciates them, "waste" them on Jesus. Pour them out like an expensive perfume (John 12:3). You are His and you have nothing to prove. He never wastes a tear. He counts them all and keeps them (Psalm 56:8). And you CAN have joy no matter what is happening in your life or your loved ones' lives.
Imagine your soul is a room. The only 2 that can enter are you and God/Jesus. If you are socially dependent like me, you may have spent years trying to drag in other people's problems, choices, heartaches, and opinions of you. Maybe even their very persons (like your child) into your own soul. But you can't. They have their own. And you waste such intimacy with the Lover of your soul if you are trying to bring all the stuff and people outside...inside.
It's just you and God in there. All the other stuff should bounce off the walls of that room. He is enough. He is good. So good. And the more you risk trust in Him the more He will come through.
I decided somewhere along this motherhood journey that to surrender is better than to live with guarantees. I can "white knuckle" my way through motherhood and try to control as much as possible—thinking that will guarantee safe, godly children. Or I can invite a deeper surrender; and I bet my life, when difficulties come, the eyes fixed on Jesus—safe in that room where there is no one else. No children. No husband. No career accolades. No talents or false sense of self—those eyes will see His glory. That woman will see with an eternal perspective. And she will, as my son’s name reminds me daily, rejoice.
You know amazing Colleen that I quote and
Lisa Hamel is wife to Michael, mother of two young boys, and singer extraordinaire. She has a background in marriage-and-family counseling, and she teaches music out of her home. But the greatest thing I could tell you about Lis is that she is a tenacious lover of Christ. To count her a best friend makes me one blessed woman. I recently asked Lis if she would write about motherhood, something I could post here to encourage other mommies. Like always, her words cut to the very marrow of my heart and brought me to tearful worship....
Though I’ve tried countless times, I simply cannot write a short blog on motherhood. I blog about once a year. That's all the Lord seems to give me. Maybe it's because my lessons learned are long and slow in the process. So when asked to describe what I’ve learned in motherhood, I feel like it's been so complicated that few would want to hear it. But if you’re game, you can hear the “long story.”
I had other plans for my life at 19 and 20. I mean, everyone else told me I was going to be a singer and I (not having a strong sense of self, coupled with a huge propensity for people pleasing) went with it. I loved singing and loved giving praise to God—that’s all it felt like to me at the time. But time and the Holy Spirit revealed to me that I also loved attention and succeeding at something.
Though I didn’t understand it fully at the time, I went through chemical depression at 19. I had paranoia; I was in a distant country with dark spiritual forces at work. I spent the next 3 months of ministry in a state of intense fear and sorrow. I figured out how to cope with this new “normal” by just going numb, wondering if I would ever “feel” close to God again. God allowed 17 years, 2 children and a series of tragedies to bring me back to a stronger version of that young girl. Throughout the years I fought the idea of being a mom. I even overheard people say I probably wouldn't be a good mother. I thought I just didn't have "the mother gene." I loved my husband. I loved traveling. And although the recording industry hadn't worked out for me, I didn't like the idea of having so many things out of my control as a mom.
Finally I acted out of obedience to a leap of faith that I believe God was calling me to. The Lord gave me a sense that my experience with my first child would be difficult. And THAT was a grace.
Caius' name means rejoice. He is the most intense, excitable little man who drinks in the Word of God with a voracious appetite. It reminds me of me before my depression. Caius has SPD—sensory processing disorder. He senses everything far more intensely than normal, so life is quite a ride. He wasn’t diagnosed until 4 ½, so we spent a lot of his first years being annoyed and frustrated with his inability to cope. We didn't understand. All the parenting books just didn't work. We wanted time as a husband and wife. We wanted time as a family with his younger brother that wasn't constantly filled with conflict. We wanted our "idolized" view of family and life. I wanted peace and quiet to write music. We wanted more than 2 hours of sleep strung together.
Once we had a diagnosis and were educated about SPD, Mike and I went through a grieving process. We realized that our son had been trying to please us. He'd been trying to rejoice as his namesake says—and simply couldn't succeed without help and time. He couldn't live up to our standards.
And in this God began to open my eyes. To begin His healing work in my life. For I realized that my son’s inability to live up to my standards was exactly how I had seen God for so long. This is how unable I am to live up to God's standards. How I miss the mark. I am sick. I am born with a condition that I cannot escape. And seeing God as this frustrated Father that I just couldn't please, this was one of the catalysts for my depression those many years ago.
This analogy pressed hard upon us as we came to a deeper, richer place of acceptance of what we can and cannot fix for our son. Of what we could and could not change about our reality. And here's the beautiful thing, God allowed this struggle (which our son can “grow out” of) and other tragedies in these years to free us. To reveal deeper issues emotionally and even physically which would have remained buried for decades had He not lovingly "stirred the pot." We can see His goodness in giving us this struggle.
You see, motherhood has brought me back to myself. I was drifting into shallow waters and I was so afraid that becoming a mom would make me lose myself (in the bad kind of way). But God knew that I was already a watered down version of myself. I am emerging from the dust of these last 6 years refined and redefined. I am now a culmination of who I was before depression 17 years ago. And only my Abba can make a 36-year-old woman stronger yet weaker, wiser yet more teachable, older yet younger, responsible yet free-spirited, and a big-hearted yet light-hearted woman. I didn't think those things could coexist. Then again I didn't think sorrow and joy could coexist together either.
And this is motherhood.
Oh friend, fellow mama: If I could just look you straight in the eye and speak these words to you. That your story is long and God is never absent from it. He is weaving. Always weaving. He is patient. He is intentional. He never wastes a talent. He may be jealous for them. And if not one other person appreciates them, "waste" them on Jesus. Pour them out like an expensive perfume (John 12:3). You are His and you have nothing to prove. He never wastes a tear. He counts them all and keeps them (Psalm 56:8). And you CAN have joy no matter what is happening in your life or your loved ones' lives.
Imagine your soul is a room. The only 2 that can enter are you and God/Jesus. If you are socially dependent like me, you may have spent years trying to drag in other people's problems, choices, heartaches, and opinions of you. Maybe even their very persons (like your child) into your own soul. But you can't. They have their own. And you waste such intimacy with the Lover of your soul if you are trying to bring all the stuff and people outside...inside.
It's just you and God in there. All the other stuff should bounce off the walls of that room. He is enough. He is good. So good. And the more you risk trust in Him the more He will come through.
I decided somewhere along this motherhood journey that to surrender is better than to live with guarantees. I can "white knuckle" my way through motherhood and try to control as much as possible—thinking that will guarantee safe, godly children. Or I can invite a deeper surrender; and I bet my life, when difficulties come, the eyes fixed on Jesus—safe in that room where there is no one else. No children. No husband. No career accolades. No talents or false sense of self—those eyes will see His glory. That woman will see with an eternal perspective. And she will, as my son’s name reminds me daily, rejoice.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Note from Mom
This is from an email my Mom sent me. So timely as choosing joy has been a difficult endeavor lately. I hope this blesses you, too. Love, Jen
John Wesley, the founder of Methodism, believed that joy was an essential ingredient of the holy life. Christians who are joyful about their relationship with the Lord have little trouble maintaining their commitment. Conversely, those who are discourage or depressed are more likely to fall into sin. "Consequently," wrote Wesley, "whatever dampens our joy in the Lord proportionally obstructs our holiness." This is why Satan so often attempts to rob Christians of their joyful relationship with the Lord. If he can dampen their joy, he can undermine their commitment to God and so make it much easier to lead them into sin.
Prayer:
Let's pray for each other regarding our areas of emotional weakness. Ask God to deal with our tempers, or our jealousies, or our discontentment. Ask Him to bring joy to each other's lives by uprooting the sources of joylessness and by enabling each of us to live according to His Spirit.
John Wesley, the founder of Methodism, believed that joy was an essential ingredient of the holy life. Christians who are joyful about their relationship with the Lord have little trouble maintaining their commitment. Conversely, those who are discourage or depressed are more likely to fall into sin. "Consequently," wrote Wesley, "whatever dampens our joy in the Lord proportionally obstructs our holiness." This is why Satan so often attempts to rob Christians of their joyful relationship with the Lord. If he can dampen their joy, he can undermine their commitment to God and so make it much easier to lead them into sin.
Prayer:
Let's pray for each other regarding our areas of emotional weakness. Ask God to deal with our tempers, or our jealousies, or our discontentment. Ask Him to bring joy to each other's lives by uprooting the sources of joylessness and by enabling each of us to live according to His Spirit.
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