I am ready for the light, ready to rejoice in the resurrection, but the lent book asks me to stay focused on the passages of Holy Week instead. To stay focused on the truth of the story. I have to force myself not to turn away as I have in my religious history thus far in my life. If I am strong enough and can remain focused, I will dig deeper into the passages this week, relate to the characters and force myself to look at the truth. The truth is that life is painful, life is difficult, life is full of trials and struggles.
Approximately a decade ago, I attended my first Good Friday service. Growing up my family was more of the Easter and Christmas Eve type members. I attended the confirmation classes, decided to be baptized, but mostly because I was told I was going to. Really our classes were more of a social gathering where we would make fun of our teachers and laugh at a couple of the clowns in our class. When I did attend church I would pass notes with my friends and rarely pulled anything out of the message. My religious background was not very strong, I believed in God and knew some of the stories, but only the ones told on the big church days! When I agreed to attend Good Friday service I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I trusted the instincts of the person that had extended the invitation and went to the service.
The big, beautiful church that was normally filled with light, was dark. On any other occasion when I entered this church the light would reflect magnificently from the stained glass windows and draw attention to all of the detail in the tradition. At any other service I had attended in this church there were flowers, the banners were detailed in bold colors, and I viewed the intricately carved statue of Jesus on the cross as glorious. The people that I normally greeted with a big smile and a hug, were somber on this night. Before, during and after the service the congregation hung their heads and their shoulders seemed to slouch. Nobody spoke to one another. There was no, "say hi to your neighbor!" or "joys and concerns". The babies and small children that normally would break the heaviness of any moment in the church, were not present. The service was dimly lit when we started and lights continued to dim as the service continued, only leaving a single flame. The banners were black. The one song we did sing was the most depressing hymn I have ever heard. When the loud noise signifying the driving of the nails sounded I think I might have slightly wet myself. (I was warned this was going to take place, but I was already on edge from the rest of the service)! Then everyone left in silence.
It was terrifying! I was intimidated and a little turned off by this service for quite some time. Alright, I haven't been back to a Good Friday service since! Where is the joy in our belief in God and Jesus in this service? Where is the hope and love from God, from the congregation, from the church? I thought you were supposed to leave church feeling renewed, not ready to jump off a cliff!
When I attended my first Good Friday service I severely lacked biblical knowledge. My memories of church were happy hymns and people overflowing with excitement to greet us. Not a terribly sad and depressing hymn, a dark church and a congregation leaving in silence. Why is it called Good Friday? But after reading the scriptures a few times, after thinking about the struggles Jesus endured to offer us the promises in His truth, I understand why! How can you not feel like God abandoned Jesus on the cross? His only son, alone and suffering, where was God then? Betrayed by his closest followers and friends and not just Judas, but each and every one of the disciples. Each of the people that had just vowed to fight, even to death for Jesus and all he stood for. Where were they now?
I have always been grateful that Jesus died on the cross for our sins, I knew that part of the story. I knew that he suffered a horrific, painful death, but I never took the time to think about all of the other ways he suffered. Imagine the feeling of abandonment by your closest friends in your darkest time, most of us can relate to the feeling of abandonment and solitude. Tough stuff, life is painful. Now imagine witnessing all of the signs Jesus performed, all of the healing, all of the larger than this world feats he accomplished...then turning your back to Him. Acting as if you had never met Him! Agony, Tough stuff, life is painful.
I remember feeling abandoned when my Dad was sick. Why was He allowing this suffering? Just take him, really, this is not fair! When I read the scriptures this week I think to myself how extremely selfish of me it was to think He had forsaken me. He witnessed His only Son suffer, not only physical pain, but all of the emotional pain that we face in life. All of the emptiness, betrayal, deceit, abandonment. He didn't abandon me, He suffered with me.
This week I am anticipating the Good Friday service with intrigue and wonder. I wonder if the service will be similar to the church attended so many years ago? I wonder if I will be moved to tears? I will certainly be mourning Jesus' death as I have my entire life, but this year I am will also be thinking about how I relate to the other characters in the scripture, to look deeper into darkness, to the tough stuff. I am not going to skip this week and wait for Sunday. I wonder if my friend will put a loving twist in her message, is there any of the good feelings in this scripture that I am not grasping right now? She is brutally honest, so I think her message will border on the terrifying, just like the service I attended years ago, but this year I will understand why it is so scary. I will appreciate ALL of the pain and suffering, not just the physical pain Jesus endured.
I am still ready for the light, I am still ready to celebrate the resurrection of our Lord...but I am also grateful that I took the time to learn more, appreciate more, love more. So very thankful for Good Friday and all the things it represents. The truth is sometimes hard to swallow. Life is painful, we will all die, we will all feel betrayed, maybe even by God. Yet through our belief in His truth we are offered light, we are offered life.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Facebook WIthdrawal Week 5
Yep, totally over not having fb. I so can not wait to get back on!!
I can't think of anything even worth posting which is totally unlike me. What if I've ruined facebook for myself? I have heard it has been quite uneventful, which makes me happy:) But what if everyone else lost interest too! I will be so excited to log in on Easter and nobody will be left on facebook to communicate with!
I have a friend that has decided to delete any person that is from her town. Her thought is that if they live in her town they should pick up the phone and call or simply stop by her house; that people are too dependent on networking and this is her way of taking a stand. She is going to maintain her fb account for her friends that are all over the country, but if you live in the same town as her you have to call or talk in person. Hmmm...What does everyone think? Are we so dependent on technology that we are losing the good that comes out of personal interaction?
Personally, I don't think so, but wonder how everyone else feels. I was talking to one of my best friends recently (and since a few people have told me I have like 1000 best friends, I'll clarify), the maid of honor at my wedding, the person that tells me when I'm wrong, that stands up to me, Tam. I usually only see her once a month. We tried to plan a night together recently, but after I went through my week and she went through hers, there was not one night that we could get together. Not one. It's not like we don't want to get together, we just can't! With three kids each, work, family and life, it's just not possible to get together very often.
Yet, if I was on facebook I would know how the concert went for her husband last night, I would know if her kids were driving her crazy, or if she posted a cute picture! Yes, I can call her and find all the stuff out, but I can't possibly call each one of my friends every day. Just not possible. I miss facebook!
So super sad that book club is over now:(
But so super happy taxes are almost done and I get to work less than full time. Not much but less is better!
If Aaron doesn't feel better soon, I'm checking myself into a mental hospital. I had to take out the garbage AND cook dinner all week! (we've had pizza, mcd's, mac and dogs...lol)
Jamie's shoes for her wedding are kick ass! May is going to be a fun month:)
Camille's favorite song now is The Story. She wants to listen to Momma's favorite song over and over again. She said I'm old like Brandi...another line on the face!
I can't think of anything even worth posting which is totally unlike me. What if I've ruined facebook for myself? I have heard it has been quite uneventful, which makes me happy:) But what if everyone else lost interest too! I will be so excited to log in on Easter and nobody will be left on facebook to communicate with!
I have a friend that has decided to delete any person that is from her town. Her thought is that if they live in her town they should pick up the phone and call or simply stop by her house; that people are too dependent on networking and this is her way of taking a stand. She is going to maintain her fb account for her friends that are all over the country, but if you live in the same town as her you have to call or talk in person. Hmmm...What does everyone think? Are we so dependent on technology that we are losing the good that comes out of personal interaction?
Personally, I don't think so, but wonder how everyone else feels. I was talking to one of my best friends recently (and since a few people have told me I have like 1000 best friends, I'll clarify), the maid of honor at my wedding, the person that tells me when I'm wrong, that stands up to me, Tam. I usually only see her once a month. We tried to plan a night together recently, but after I went through my week and she went through hers, there was not one night that we could get together. Not one. It's not like we don't want to get together, we just can't! With three kids each, work, family and life, it's just not possible to get together very often.
Yet, if I was on facebook I would know how the concert went for her husband last night, I would know if her kids were driving her crazy, or if she posted a cute picture! Yes, I can call her and find all the stuff out, but I can't possibly call each one of my friends every day. Just not possible. I miss facebook!
So super sad that book club is over now:(
But so super happy taxes are almost done and I get to work less than full time. Not much but less is better!
If Aaron doesn't feel better soon, I'm checking myself into a mental hospital. I had to take out the garbage AND cook dinner all week! (we've had pizza, mcd's, mac and dogs...lol)
Jamie's shoes for her wedding are kick ass! May is going to be a fun month:)
Camille's favorite song now is The Story. She wants to listen to Momma's favorite song over and over again. She said I'm old like Brandi...another line on the face!
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Facebook Withdrawal Week 4
I really haven't missed facebook this week. I think knowing that there is drama that I am missing helps. If I would have read the messages and been able to respond immediately, I probably would have upset some people with the things I had to say. So I am actually kind of thankful that I'm not online this week:)
I did go to the screen one day just out of habit, but didn't type in my password. Instead I wrote a blog post...probably much more productive! Posts from this week would have included:
Keegan sleeping in my arms while listening to my friend preach was probably the sweetest feeling I have had in a while.
I am going to miss dinners at the Lowry's! I am going to miss having them 20 minutes away period. Texas is far:(
Book club makes me think. I am sad that next week is our last meeting time.
Can't wait to wear my cowboy boots and flannel shirt!
My cousins are in town for almost two weeks...yay:)
Pretty boring typical stuff...not even anything to feed the mind...I think I used it all in the last blog post or I'm too tired to challenge anyone to think.
OOOO...did learn (or re-learn I suppose) another lesson last night. Don't just assume that a married couple is not ready for children, they may already be trying to conceive so adding additional pressure (ME: You guys better get going, you know. You are getting old!) doesn't help anyone. "Have you thought about children?" would be a much better approach...then they have the opportunity to say that they are trying or if they don't feel comfortable talking about it they at least have a way out, like they aren't ready yet.
OOOOO...and Kelly, I'm singing on Mother's Day so don't miss church;)
I did go to the screen one day just out of habit, but didn't type in my password. Instead I wrote a blog post...probably much more productive! Posts from this week would have included:
Keegan sleeping in my arms while listening to my friend preach was probably the sweetest feeling I have had in a while.
I am going to miss dinners at the Lowry's! I am going to miss having them 20 minutes away period. Texas is far:(
Book club makes me think. I am sad that next week is our last meeting time.
Can't wait to wear my cowboy boots and flannel shirt!
My cousins are in town for almost two weeks...yay:)
Pretty boring typical stuff...not even anything to feed the mind...I think I used it all in the last blog post or I'm too tired to challenge anyone to think.
OOOO...did learn (or re-learn I suppose) another lesson last night. Don't just assume that a married couple is not ready for children, they may already be trying to conceive so adding additional pressure (ME: You guys better get going, you know. You are getting old!) doesn't help anyone. "Have you thought about children?" would be a much better approach...then they have the opportunity to say that they are trying or if they don't feel comfortable talking about it they at least have a way out, like they aren't ready yet.
OOOOO...and Kelly, I'm singing on Mother's Day so don't miss church;)
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Do not be quick with your mouth
"Do not be quick with your mouth, do not be hasty in your heart to utter anything before God. God is in heaven and you are on earth, so let your words be few." Ecclesiastes 5:2
I started a post with this verse and lesson booming in my head quite some time ago, I think my family referred to me as a tornado when I was learning the lesson. As I write today, the example floating around in my head is different, but I can probably make the post more powerful if I use my feelings from my original post so I will give that example first and attempt to paint the picture of how I was feeling then. But I want everyone to remember that this verse is universal and powerful, not just when the stakes are high, but all the time. I think we can all put ourselves into a situation that this verse relates to and if you are known to be "blunt" maybe even put the verse to use daily!
My parents moved into our house at the beginning of June last year. If everyone was speaking candidly, we would have all confessed that we assumed my father would not be alive at the end of August, let alone fighting the disease until nearly November. He had multiple brain lesions and the cancer was no longer contained to the site in his lungs. The oncologist told him that there weren't any other treatment options that he could offer. Even after his decision to try gamma knife, (cutting edge technology) at the Cleveland Clinic, the outlook was bleak. The statistics illustrated that he would not be living with us for more than a couple months. Not that this played any part in our decision to offer our home to my parents, but in the back of our minds, we knew the odds. There was an end was in sight. The change was worth it no matter how long they would be residing in our house. We had plenty of room, our bathroom was handicap accessible, it really wasn't even a discussion. I said to my husband, "I think it would be best if my parents move into our house". He responded directly, lovingly and immediately, "when are they moving in?"
When people ask me how long Aaron will be on this crazy shift the most frustrating part is that I have to tell them that I don't know. If I knew that he would only have to be on this shift for a year, I think I would be a little more optimistic, but in reality it could be for a long time. It is hard to smile and say we will get used to it because I doubt we will get used to it. No matter how long he is on it! Change is hard for everyone, especially when you can't predict the future.
From the time my parents moved into our house, our life was different. Different means change, and honestly, change is difficult. We had to change many things in order to make my dad comfortable. Physical things like moving the computer, adding a ramp to the garage, moving some furniture around...that change was easy. It was the emotional changes that were difficult and demanding. Care-taking is the most demanding and challenging job I have had thus far in my life by leaps and bounds. Expectations don't get much higher than when you are caring for a person that is dying. You want the end of life to be as comfortable and rewarding as humanly possible...pretty high expectations.
We all adjusted to change. We all were doing our part to keep my dad from the deep dark places of depression. As I have stated previously, I am a planner, OCD organized. When I started this post in September I was stressed to the max with work, family, life, care-taking, etc...too many titles. In September we also signed up for Hospice, my dad was done with treatment and they told us to call whoever might want to have a visit with him into town. Over three months into our roommate situation, struggling with the daily changes caused by the disease and the fact that life doesn't ever slow down, everyone was tired. Still, my cousin from out of state and my little brother were coming home for a visit, so I planned a big family gathering.
I was running around getting the last minute things that we needed to have a nice, relaxing dinner for 20...just reading that sentence now makes me laugh. Nice, relaxing...for 20:) But that is what I expected. I have also called myself out on multiple occasions and have admitted that I am also too demanding and too expecting of both myself and others. If I am doing this, this and this, I expect everyone around me to be doing the same (or more:)). I envisioned everyone pleasantly sitting around the multiple tables in the house sharing our family memories over dinner as we have done so many times before. The memories that are embedded in each of us so deeply.
As I was rushing around yelling orders, I asked my little brother to run to the store and grab some coke and a couple other last minute items we needed to make this dinner a success. He continued to talk with my cousin and uncles and gave me a nonchalant wave, like in a minute, Laura. Probably thinking, I am in the middle of a conversation and I'll get it when I get to it (controlling freak sister)!
I went and checked on my dad, assuming my brother would complete the simple task for me. My dad was not feeling the party I had planned on his behalf. He didn't want to visit with anyone, he just wanted to be alone. Deep sigh moment. It is heart wrenching to see your father, a person that has always stressed the importance of family, so unwilling to be excited to spend time with those who love him the most. When he told me he just wanted to lay in his room, I was furious. I went to all this trouble to have his brothers, my cousins, all the kids over, for what? I was emotionally spent, devastated by his reaction to what I thought would bring such joy to his day.
As I re-entered the circus formed in the kitchen, I didn't think about how it was probably over-stimulating with all the madness or maybe he simply didn't feel well. I was just so hurt that he didn't want to spend time with us. Rather than cry or break down, I pushed the blame on my little brother because he had failed to get the soda. I stormed out of the house, passed him in a fury. (If you ask the spectators, I was probably whirling and swirling, picking up ammunition on the way to the car, as I walked the aisles at the grocery store and as I slammed down the pop when I returned.)
Jake is the exact opposite of me in almost all ways. He is carefree, fly by the seat of your pants, untroubled by most events. I doubt he even owns a planner! When I stormed back into the house he jokingly prodes me "hey sis, did you want me to go get that now?" If Tornado Laura was picking up speed before his comment, this was the last little gust that was needed to set the path for destruction. I exploded on him! He did not even know what was coming, but I vented about things that I SHOULD have talked to him about casually, when I was not angry. I expected him to step up, not just when I asked him to get soda, but now, for our family, I expected more. I still expect him to step up, but I should not have done so when I was so angry about what I viewed as his shortcomings.
Instead of waiting until I was calm to discuss my expectations rationally, I unloaded on him in front of the rest of my family. After the storm settled, I was the one that was left to pick up the pieces of the devastation that I had caused. I was the one to blame for this disaster. I prematurely judged my brother and the emotion that had been building up over the past few months caused the tornado to be quite powerful.
The next day, as the dust was settling, I started a post titled "Do not be quick with your mouth."
This week I am aware of woman drama occurring within my group of friends. I so want to join in (not log on, but have someone put in my two cents at least)! But, I'm going to learn from the verse, Tornado Laura and the MANY other times I have put my foot in my mouth and just stay neutral! If either side asks for my opinion, you bet I will still give it, but I will have thought and prayed on the correct responses and my words will be few! Trying to keep in mind that I do not know the driving forces behind others actions or what they are thinking so who am I to judge?
"Do not be quick with your mouth, do not be hasty in your heart to utter anything before God. God is in heaven and you are on earth, so let your words be few." Ecclesiastes 5:2
I started a post with this verse and lesson booming in my head quite some time ago, I think my family referred to me as a tornado when I was learning the lesson. As I write today, the example floating around in my head is different, but I can probably make the post more powerful if I use my feelings from my original post so I will give that example first and attempt to paint the picture of how I was feeling then. But I want everyone to remember that this verse is universal and powerful, not just when the stakes are high, but all the time. I think we can all put ourselves into a situation that this verse relates to and if you are known to be "blunt" maybe even put the verse to use daily!
My parents moved into our house at the beginning of June last year. If everyone was speaking candidly, we would have all confessed that we assumed my father would not be alive at the end of August, let alone fighting the disease until nearly November. He had multiple brain lesions and the cancer was no longer contained to the site in his lungs. The oncologist told him that there weren't any other treatment options that he could offer. Even after his decision to try gamma knife, (cutting edge technology) at the Cleveland Clinic, the outlook was bleak. The statistics illustrated that he would not be living with us for more than a couple months. Not that this played any part in our decision to offer our home to my parents, but in the back of our minds, we knew the odds. There was an end was in sight. The change was worth it no matter how long they would be residing in our house. We had plenty of room, our bathroom was handicap accessible, it really wasn't even a discussion. I said to my husband, "I think it would be best if my parents move into our house". He responded directly, lovingly and immediately, "when are they moving in?"
When people ask me how long Aaron will be on this crazy shift the most frustrating part is that I have to tell them that I don't know. If I knew that he would only have to be on this shift for a year, I think I would be a little more optimistic, but in reality it could be for a long time. It is hard to smile and say we will get used to it because I doubt we will get used to it. No matter how long he is on it! Change is hard for everyone, especially when you can't predict the future.
From the time my parents moved into our house, our life was different. Different means change, and honestly, change is difficult. We had to change many things in order to make my dad comfortable. Physical things like moving the computer, adding a ramp to the garage, moving some furniture around...that change was easy. It was the emotional changes that were difficult and demanding. Care-taking is the most demanding and challenging job I have had thus far in my life by leaps and bounds. Expectations don't get much higher than when you are caring for a person that is dying. You want the end of life to be as comfortable and rewarding as humanly possible...pretty high expectations.
We all adjusted to change. We all were doing our part to keep my dad from the deep dark places of depression. As I have stated previously, I am a planner, OCD organized. When I started this post in September I was stressed to the max with work, family, life, care-taking, etc...too many titles. In September we also signed up for Hospice, my dad was done with treatment and they told us to call whoever might want to have a visit with him into town. Over three months into our roommate situation, struggling with the daily changes caused by the disease and the fact that life doesn't ever slow down, everyone was tired. Still, my cousin from out of state and my little brother were coming home for a visit, so I planned a big family gathering.
I was running around getting the last minute things that we needed to have a nice, relaxing dinner for 20...just reading that sentence now makes me laugh. Nice, relaxing...for 20:) But that is what I expected. I have also called myself out on multiple occasions and have admitted that I am also too demanding and too expecting of both myself and others. If I am doing this, this and this, I expect everyone around me to be doing the same (or more:)). I envisioned everyone pleasantly sitting around the multiple tables in the house sharing our family memories over dinner as we have done so many times before. The memories that are embedded in each of us so deeply.
As I was rushing around yelling orders, I asked my little brother to run to the store and grab some coke and a couple other last minute items we needed to make this dinner a success. He continued to talk with my cousin and uncles and gave me a nonchalant wave, like in a minute, Laura. Probably thinking, I am in the middle of a conversation and I'll get it when I get to it (controlling freak sister)!
I went and checked on my dad, assuming my brother would complete the simple task for me. My dad was not feeling the party I had planned on his behalf. He didn't want to visit with anyone, he just wanted to be alone. Deep sigh moment. It is heart wrenching to see your father, a person that has always stressed the importance of family, so unwilling to be excited to spend time with those who love him the most. When he told me he just wanted to lay in his room, I was furious. I went to all this trouble to have his brothers, my cousins, all the kids over, for what? I was emotionally spent, devastated by his reaction to what I thought would bring such joy to his day.
As I re-entered the circus formed in the kitchen, I didn't think about how it was probably over-stimulating with all the madness or maybe he simply didn't feel well. I was just so hurt that he didn't want to spend time with us. Rather than cry or break down, I pushed the blame on my little brother because he had failed to get the soda. I stormed out of the house, passed him in a fury. (If you ask the spectators, I was probably whirling and swirling, picking up ammunition on the way to the car, as I walked the aisles at the grocery store and as I slammed down the pop when I returned.)
Jake is the exact opposite of me in almost all ways. He is carefree, fly by the seat of your pants, untroubled by most events. I doubt he even owns a planner! When I stormed back into the house he jokingly prodes me "hey sis, did you want me to go get that now?" If Tornado Laura was picking up speed before his comment, this was the last little gust that was needed to set the path for destruction. I exploded on him! He did not even know what was coming, but I vented about things that I SHOULD have talked to him about casually, when I was not angry. I expected him to step up, not just when I asked him to get soda, but now, for our family, I expected more. I still expect him to step up, but I should not have done so when I was so angry about what I viewed as his shortcomings.
Instead of waiting until I was calm to discuss my expectations rationally, I unloaded on him in front of the rest of my family. After the storm settled, I was the one that was left to pick up the pieces of the devastation that I had caused. I was the one to blame for this disaster. I prematurely judged my brother and the emotion that had been building up over the past few months caused the tornado to be quite powerful.
The next day, as the dust was settling, I started a post titled "Do not be quick with your mouth."
This week I am aware of woman drama occurring within my group of friends. I so want to join in (not log on, but have someone put in my two cents at least)! But, I'm going to learn from the verse, Tornado Laura and the MANY other times I have put my foot in my mouth and just stay neutral! If either side asks for my opinion, you bet I will still give it, but I will have thought and prayed on the correct responses and my words will be few! Trying to keep in mind that I do not know the driving forces behind others actions or what they are thinking so who am I to judge?
"Do not be quick with your mouth, do not be hasty in your heart to utter anything before God. God is in heaven and you are on earth, so let your words be few." Ecclesiastes 5:2
Friday, April 1, 2011
I logged into Facebook...
April Fools:) Addicted to Facebook Week 3.5
I soooo want to log in though! I want to see what everyone else thought about Grey's!!
Personally, I liked the music event, but it did seem kind of choppy in some of the transitions from story to song. I love "Breathe" by Anna Nalick and obviously "How to Save a Life" by the Fray as it is the theme song to my favoritest show. Absolutely, 100% loved "The Story" by Brandi Carlile as it reminds me of sadness under the smiles or the canvas under the painting that I have referred to before. You know, how the picture painted for the world to see often isn't as pretty before the tulips and birds are added to the painting. Sometimes "all of these lines across my face" can be hidden by a trip to the tanning bed, a touch of shimmery makeup and quite easily with a smile. It's hard to know what is really inside of people, deep down in their soul or what thoughts are really going through their messed up head! LOVE IT.
GREY'S: Callie has an outstanding voice and I think she made the episode a success! I could do without Owen all together and Christina in her bra makes me want to throw up in my mouth, but overall loved the show as usual:) "The Story" will be played in my car on repeat for a while!
Excited for girl time (in need of an escape from the everyday running around (like a chicken with my head cut off) routine!!) Thankful for friends that have way cooler shoes than me AND bring me lunch:) Bunco at my lovers followed by singing at the PI...can't think of anything I'd rather do! Before I assume full time Mommy duty and play hostess to sleepovers, crafting and beauty shop, I get to have a brunch date with Tam, Julie and Dell:) Too bad I have to get a bunch of returns off my desk first!
I soooo want to log in though! I want to see what everyone else thought about Grey's!!
Personally, I liked the music event, but it did seem kind of choppy in some of the transitions from story to song. I love "Breathe" by Anna Nalick and obviously "How to Save a Life" by the Fray as it is the theme song to my favoritest show. Absolutely, 100% loved "The Story" by Brandi Carlile as it reminds me of sadness under the smiles or the canvas under the painting that I have referred to before. You know, how the picture painted for the world to see often isn't as pretty before the tulips and birds are added to the painting. Sometimes "all of these lines across my face" can be hidden by a trip to the tanning bed, a touch of shimmery makeup and quite easily with a smile. It's hard to know what is really inside of people, deep down in their soul or what thoughts are really going through their messed up head! LOVE IT.
GREY'S: Callie has an outstanding voice and I think she made the episode a success! I could do without Owen all together and Christina in her bra makes me want to throw up in my mouth, but overall loved the show as usual:) "The Story" will be played in my car on repeat for a while!
Excited for girl time (in need of an escape from the everyday running around (like a chicken with my head cut off) routine!!) Thankful for friends that have way cooler shoes than me AND bring me lunch:) Bunco at my lovers followed by singing at the PI...can't think of anything I'd rather do! Before I assume full time Mommy duty and play hostess to sleepovers, crafting and beauty shop, I get to have a brunch date with Tam, Julie and Dell:) Too bad I have to get a bunch of returns off my desk first!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Temptation, Defeat and the Mirror
I'm not going to sugar coat it since it will not do any good! It was after midnight on Saturday (AKA SUNDAY morning) so by a technicality I could be off the lent sacrifice hook. Additionally, I know that the only witnesses to my defeat would not tattle on me. I really don't have to call myself out, but since my Bible study this week is about "Everything You Have Ever Done" I thought I should probably confess! Plus, God knows without me having to type it or say it out loud and really that is who I let down (well and everyone that loves me since my sacrifice is really terrible for you)! I smoked three cigarettes this weekend and all in about 30 minutes.
I want to type all the reasons building up to the walk into the garage. I feel compelled to explain why my week and weekend was so stressful and why I "needed" to have one, but that is all relative (plus my husband HATES when I write details about my personal life). I didn't NEED one (if I can go almost three weeks without one it's not a nicotine addiction), I wanted one and I gave into the temptation.
Today I'm using my blog and anyone that reads it as a mirror. I am writing as the Samaritan Woman at the well and I am confessing my sins so that I am forced to be accountable, ashamed and embarrassed. I understand that He knows before I confess via writing that I am regretful. As soon as I left the garage the smell of smoke disgusted me and I apologized right then to God. Only minutes after surrendering to the temptation of the habit, I felt moral anguish and disgust for my lack of willpower and faith.
I knew that I shouldn't do it and did it anyways. SIN. How many times in your life have you been in this situation? A situation where you felt immediate remorse for your action or inaction? Other instances it takes reflection to realize your shortcomings and the remorse sets in later, but either way when you make a mistake, the regret is inevitable. When your witnesses won't tell do you feel less remorseful? Since only one or two people know the truth does that make it better? I used to think it did. My thought process used to be something similar to "as long as my parents never find out about this" or "he can never know about that".
Even though one of my favorite poems has always been "The Man in the Glass", it wasn't until recently that I printed it out and put a copy in my wallet in an attempt to keep the lesson with me at all times. It is only recently that I started to look for the deeper meaning and value in life, forgive freely and surrender to the grace of God. The poem illuminates the truth: that you can go through life and everyone can think you're grand, but at the end of the day what does the mirror have to say? Does the reflection look like the image you are portraying to the world or do you see an image full of flaws and shortcomings? This story reminds us that all the deeds that you try so hard to keep hidden, all the thoughts that you think are tucked tightly in your brain alone are also shared with God.
In one sense it is frightening to imagine yourself as the Samaritan Woman at the well; to face all of the sins, all the mistakes, the bad thoughts in your head. Can you imagine meeting Jesus and listening to him recite all of your failures and sins? The ultimate mirror! Things you might not even think about anymore right there in front of you in the bright noon sunlight. The Samaritan woman was attempting to avoid any and all mirrors by going to the well at noon; fighting the scorching heat of midday rather than face her peers. Instead she is greeted by Jesus and he told her everything she ever did.
Yet, in another way it is a relief to have the truth be known. It is often stated that the truth will set you free. This story is the best example I have read of this adage. After speaking with Jesus, the woman ran to her fellow townspeople to tell them about this person that was able to tell her all she had ever done. She couldn't wait to tell all the people! On any other day she would hide from the these same people at all costs, but this day she even went as far as to tell them that the she believed He could be the Messiah. The people that on any other day, she would prefer facing the hottest part of the day in order to escape their ridicule, nasty looks or even pass by them.
She was ashamed to go to the well because of her lowly status, in the passage it is portrayed that she has quite a reputation of sin. Yet, when she speaks to Jesus, rather than feeling guilt, shame, or embarrassment as she faces the recollection of her sins, instead she feels spiritual rebirth. A need to confess her sins so that she can drink the living water. A need to believe in Jesus so that she can feel His loving grace. Instead of feeling shame, she felt a sense of renewed spirit.
If you want to read the passage click here
So today I'm using this writing as my mirror. To confess that I was weak. To confess that I surrendered to temptation, not just this weekend when I walked into the garage and lit the cigarette, but for the many times that I have fallen short in my eyes and in His eyes. In hopes that I too can drink the living water and feel his loving grace. Praying that the next time that I am faced with temptation, my faith will keep me grounded and allow me to fight the temptation.
The Man In The Glass
Peter "Dale" Winbrow Sr
When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass.
The fellow whose verdict counts most in you life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum
And think you're a wonderful guy.
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
He's the fellow to please-never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear to the end.
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.
I want to type all the reasons building up to the walk into the garage. I feel compelled to explain why my week and weekend was so stressful and why I "needed" to have one, but that is all relative (plus my husband HATES when I write details about my personal life). I didn't NEED one (if I can go almost three weeks without one it's not a nicotine addiction), I wanted one and I gave into the temptation.
Today I'm using my blog and anyone that reads it as a mirror. I am writing as the Samaritan Woman at the well and I am confessing my sins so that I am forced to be accountable, ashamed and embarrassed. I understand that He knows before I confess via writing that I am regretful. As soon as I left the garage the smell of smoke disgusted me and I apologized right then to God. Only minutes after surrendering to the temptation of the habit, I felt moral anguish and disgust for my lack of willpower and faith.
I knew that I shouldn't do it and did it anyways. SIN. How many times in your life have you been in this situation? A situation where you felt immediate remorse for your action or inaction? Other instances it takes reflection to realize your shortcomings and the remorse sets in later, but either way when you make a mistake, the regret is inevitable. When your witnesses won't tell do you feel less remorseful? Since only one or two people know the truth does that make it better? I used to think it did. My thought process used to be something similar to "as long as my parents never find out about this" or "he can never know about that".
Even though one of my favorite poems has always been "The Man in the Glass", it wasn't until recently that I printed it out and put a copy in my wallet in an attempt to keep the lesson with me at all times. It is only recently that I started to look for the deeper meaning and value in life, forgive freely and surrender to the grace of God. The poem illuminates the truth: that you can go through life and everyone can think you're grand, but at the end of the day what does the mirror have to say? Does the reflection look like the image you are portraying to the world or do you see an image full of flaws and shortcomings? This story reminds us that all the deeds that you try so hard to keep hidden, all the thoughts that you think are tucked tightly in your brain alone are also shared with God.
In one sense it is frightening to imagine yourself as the Samaritan Woman at the well; to face all of the sins, all the mistakes, the bad thoughts in your head. Can you imagine meeting Jesus and listening to him recite all of your failures and sins? The ultimate mirror! Things you might not even think about anymore right there in front of you in the bright noon sunlight. The Samaritan woman was attempting to avoid any and all mirrors by going to the well at noon; fighting the scorching heat of midday rather than face her peers. Instead she is greeted by Jesus and he told her everything she ever did.
Yet, in another way it is a relief to have the truth be known. It is often stated that the truth will set you free. This story is the best example I have read of this adage. After speaking with Jesus, the woman ran to her fellow townspeople to tell them about this person that was able to tell her all she had ever done. She couldn't wait to tell all the people! On any other day she would hide from the these same people at all costs, but this day she even went as far as to tell them that the she believed He could be the Messiah. The people that on any other day, she would prefer facing the hottest part of the day in order to escape their ridicule, nasty looks or even pass by them.
She was ashamed to go to the well because of her lowly status, in the passage it is portrayed that she has quite a reputation of sin. Yet, when she speaks to Jesus, rather than feeling guilt, shame, or embarrassment as she faces the recollection of her sins, instead she feels spiritual rebirth. A need to confess her sins so that she can drink the living water. A need to believe in Jesus so that she can feel His loving grace. Instead of feeling shame, she felt a sense of renewed spirit.
If you want to read the passage click here
So today I'm using this writing as my mirror. To confess that I was weak. To confess that I surrendered to temptation, not just this weekend when I walked into the garage and lit the cigarette, but for the many times that I have fallen short in my eyes and in His eyes. In hopes that I too can drink the living water and feel his loving grace. Praying that the next time that I am faced with temptation, my faith will keep me grounded and allow me to fight the temptation.
The Man In The Glass
Peter "Dale" Winbrow Sr
When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass.
The fellow whose verdict counts most in you life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum
And think you're a wonderful guy.
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
He's the fellow to please-never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear to the end.
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Should we change the saying???
During correspondence with my friend that has also lost a parent, I am reminded that the saying "it gets easier with time" might just be a saying! She thinks the saying should probably be "it gets DIFFERENT with time", not easier. As the time passes you don't think of your lost loved one less, you don't ache to spend time with them less, you just know better how to suppress the tears better or find a distraction before you let the emotion build inside of you (or go take a second shower so you can cry alone). When you hear a story about a mother and daughter going to a play or having a spa day and your mom is gone, it doesn't matter if your mom has been in heaven for a week or ten years! Either way you want to be watching the play with your mom or going to get massages together.
Last night I was feeling the sting of the swing shift. I have been rising with the birds in order to fulfill my commitment of a 40 hour work week (go working moms-NOT...I used to love being a working mom, but with Aaron's shift it is close to impossible to enjoy waking up at 530 to get in hours and I am severely missing the release I get when I attend boot camp)! Camille has not been sleeping well and honestly, I kind of feel (and look) sort of like a zombie! I was so excited when my mom called to ask if I wanted her to pick up pizza last night! It has been a long week!
Even though she bought and picked up the pizza I am much more thankful for the adult conversation AND help with baths than the pizza! She even attempted to comfort Camille the first time she woke up. She stayed and watched Grey's and most of Private Practice and it was so nice to have her.
When she left, I cried. Cried because I thought of the conversation earlier in the week with one of my best friends. She never gets help with the baths when her husband is working. It is such a simple thing: pizza and help with the bedtime routine. Yet, it is mutually rewarding because my mom enjoys spending the time with my kids, the kids love to sing and dance with her and I needed her company, too!
This is certainly not any different when it involves the opposite sex parent dying. My dad and I shared many of the same passions and enjoyed our together time as well, but last night I mourned for Sharon. Mostly because I want Tam, Andrea, Marci, Maryellen, Kelly to be able to call their moms and tell them that they are tired and that they need help with their monsters or want to take a shopping trip or simply go for a walk. Because they don't call me until they have already dealt with the situation and are feeling fine.
I also understand that it is not easier to loose a parent when you are older or your kids are grown, but young children can be exhausting. So, today I am thankful that my mom is around to help me and surprise me with pizza and bedtime routines. Unfortunately, I can't put any "spin" that brings Sharon or my other friends' mothers back.
What do you think? Does it get easier with time or should we just change the saying?
Last night I was feeling the sting of the swing shift. I have been rising with the birds in order to fulfill my commitment of a 40 hour work week (go working moms-NOT...I used to love being a working mom, but with Aaron's shift it is close to impossible to enjoy waking up at 530 to get in hours and I am severely missing the release I get when I attend boot camp)! Camille has not been sleeping well and honestly, I kind of feel (and look) sort of like a zombie! I was so excited when my mom called to ask if I wanted her to pick up pizza last night! It has been a long week!
Even though she bought and picked up the pizza I am much more thankful for the adult conversation AND help with baths than the pizza! She even attempted to comfort Camille the first time she woke up. She stayed and watched Grey's and most of Private Practice and it was so nice to have her.
When she left, I cried. Cried because I thought of the conversation earlier in the week with one of my best friends. She never gets help with the baths when her husband is working. It is such a simple thing: pizza and help with the bedtime routine. Yet, it is mutually rewarding because my mom enjoys spending the time with my kids, the kids love to sing and dance with her and I needed her company, too!
This is certainly not any different when it involves the opposite sex parent dying. My dad and I shared many of the same passions and enjoyed our together time as well, but last night I mourned for Sharon. Mostly because I want Tam, Andrea, Marci, Maryellen, Kelly to be able to call their moms and tell them that they are tired and that they need help with their monsters or want to take a shopping trip or simply go for a walk. Because they don't call me until they have already dealt with the situation and are feeling fine.
I also understand that it is not easier to loose a parent when you are older or your kids are grown, but young children can be exhausting. So, today I am thankful that my mom is around to help me and surprise me with pizza and bedtime routines. Unfortunately, I can't put any "spin" that brings Sharon or my other friends' mothers back.
What do you think? Does it get easier with time or should we just change the saying?
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