As we drove down the gravel and dirt road, I began to wonder what it was that God was stirring in my heart. For months, there had been a nagging, necessary, pulling to simplify. Fear, unknown and grief of memories came flooding in as I worked diligently to shove aside any thought of change to the comfortable little life I had been living. I have never been one to hold on too tightly to tangible things, but somehow the house we were about to leave was representative of so much more.
Well done, good and faithful servants!
The words we all long to hear You made it! Congratulations to you on being here – your high school graduation. If there’s ever a time where young girls question their relevance, purpose, and position in Christianity, it usually comes when they are about to embark on this brand new journey, outside of the comforts of their own homes, on their way to the unknowns of college.
My husband and I decided to plant a vegetable garden this year. Actually, I casually suggested that we should plant a vegetable garden, and then my sweet husband built us a planter, researched the heck out of compost and nitrogen and carbon and lots of other garden words. While he’s been pouring over gardening websites and NPR gardening specials, I have also been busy with equally important, garden-related business. Like day dreaming about our ripe tomatoes and basil; grocery bags so overflowing with our garden’s future bounty that after finishing a little Caprese salad, I’m frolicking through the neighborhood to dole out fresh produce to all.
My husband is a manly-man. He is a car guy who loves to do doughnuts (is that what they’re called?) in a dirt field, turn a corner fast and make the kids scream. When our three kids were little, we moved into a community with a big dip in the road on the undeveloped backside. The manly-man, of course, would speed up and fly through it until we all “got air.” The kids screamed with delight, as I screamed with terror and foreboding.
What do I have to offer? Have you ever wondered that?
This question often echoes from the haunted walls in my life. What do I have to offer?
If you’ve read through the pages of scripture it doesn’t take you long to see what people the Lord chose to use – the lowly, outcast, unexpected, inadequate, under qualified, ordinary… do I need to go on? We get it. We can see that God loves using the ordinary to display something extraordinary. I think our nature often desires to feel adequate, qualified, useful, even extraordinary.
There often comes a point in a person’s life where she reaches the end of her rope. She is too tired to keep going, too unmotivated to make a change, or too hopeless to move forward. Stuck. Stuck in the past, or present, or future, and reaching her darkest hour, she accepts her lot to be much less than mediocre. This becomes the “new normal” and she is numb. Okay with mediocrity. Okay with going no further. Okay with dull.
I love history. Things that took place long before my existence are affecting my life today and impacting our society, our country, our schools, our homes. Stories of days past are still relevant, are apart of our culture and in many ways are used to shape current decisions that will play their part in the…
I rolled over and found myself staring at the clock, tears streaming down my face. It was happening again. The numbers read 2 AM and I was terrified. Terrified that my daughter would never be able to battle through her addiction, terrified that I would never sleep again, terrified that she would be lost to…