Saturday, December 3, 2016
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Yesterday Ruth had the "Turkey Trot" at school. The kids (k-5) are divided into teams with a child from each grade. Then each grade group is taken one at a time to run their leg of the race. At "go!" They run the perimeter of the school yard and as they finish they're given a popsicle stick with their finishing place (Ruth got 11th out of nearly 75 kindergarteners). Each grade level runs together and at the end, their stick numbers are added up to find the team with the lowest score.
The night before we were talking to Ruth about it and encouraging her. She, of course, wanted to win the free turkey, which we said would be great, but we offered that the most important thing would be for her to be a good team mate and cheer for her team no matter what.
As the kids gathered and lined up, they were full of excitement and anticipation. When they were called, the kindergarteners ran up the hill to the starting point. And then when the coach yelled "go!" They charged down the hill and along the path. And I started to cry. I have no idea why. Maybe their exuberance? Their joy? Their little legs running? And then I saw Ruth about 3/4 of the way back running along. And I cried more. She just kept running and she kept passing other kids and got all the way up to 11th. My heart burst with joy. I was so proud of her.
As she ran by me I shouted, "Go Ruthie, go! You can do it! Keep going!" And it was like hearing my mother straight out of my mouth. She was a cheerleader. Not the pom pom kind (though she acquired those along the way) but the cheer-them-on loud, crazy kind. She cheered and she cheered for everyone. And she just kept cheering right from my heart for all the kids behind Ruth. "Good job guys! You can do it! Keep it up! You're doing great! You're almost there! Just a little farther!"
And my heart bust with pride for how my mom cheered on everyone and it broke with grief that she is gone. It made me miss her so much. And it made me overwhelmingly grateful for her example and who she raised me to be.
Saturday, November 5, 2016
Lots of people ask how I'm doing in dealing with my mom's death. Most of the time I can say "I'm fine" or "About like you'd expect." And when I do I can keep it together and hardly feel the weight of the grief. I'm good at compartmentalizing and at deflecting. It's a practiced art. But sometimes I'm forced to name it outloud. I'll be sharing with someone who doesn't know and I'll have to say it. Actaully say it.
"My mom died this summer."
And that's when it's hard. That's when it's really real and I can't just gloss over it and pretend I'll be able to call her up tomorrow. And I hate it. I hate to say it because then the wall that holds all those emotions at bay cracks wide open and there they are in all their teary snotty splendor.
And yet as much as I hate it, I know it's important and necessary and good. ..it's a part of the grief. And my reality, our reality, is she's gone. She's not with us. She's not there for advice, or support, or encouragement. And I hate that even more than I hate saying it.
Friday, October 21, 2016
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Sunday, October 9, 2016
L: Remember the eternal love of God which has been poured out for you.
L: Remember that in all your ways you can trust in God’s compassion.
Hymn: What Wondrous Love Is This?
Thursday, October 6, 2016
They say everyone has a crazy aunt. I don’t know if every family actually has one, but I do know that my family has one. Only, I don’t have a crazy aunt, because the crazy aunt in our family happened to be my mother. Now, if you don’t know me or don’t know us very well, please know I say that with the utmost love and respect, really I do. She was crazy in that she was wild and gregarious and did things that made all the sense in the world to her but were often silly or zany or a little bit crazy.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Monday, August 1, 2016
Monday, July 25, 2016
Monday, July 18, 2016
This year we moved to a new church and I'm trying to institute some new practices for better sanity & fruitfulness at home and in the office. I'll share them for whatever thry might be worth.
#1 keeping sabbath (this is actually a carry-over I've been doing for 12 years. My study of Scripture has taught me the Sabbath is meant to be life-giving and restorative. So my prohibition of activity normally includes things I "have" to do (aside from the mom things like changing diapers and getting food). It's most often a family day. We try to think "What would restore us?" "What would feel life giving?"
(The new stuff)
#2 making meals on Saturday to have ready food for lunch on Sunday. I hate dealing with lunch on Sunday. I'm tired. The kids are normally cranky. And even "putting something in the oven" seems to take far too long. So having cooked food ready to reheat has been great.
#3 Late start Monday: this is a chance to find a little order and peace before jumping into the week of work. It might be extended coffee on the porch, or cleaning the bathrooms, vacuuming, or laundry. A few of the chores i refuse to do on sabbath that make home a little better to come home to.
#4 Work from home Wednesday: frankly, I don't enjoy sitting at a desk or working in an office, but it's part of the job. But sometime's it's nice to stay in my pj's and sit on the couch and do some sermon writing, or read for a class, or leadership dev., or whatever.
I love what I do. I get great joy from pastoring. I also get great joy from being a mom. Sometimes there's a pretty decent tension between the two. So much of this is an attempt to find a better balance for it all.