Today, I get to do something I've been wanting to do for awhile! I'm linking up with the amazing community Kate Motaung has going over at Five Minute Friday. This week's word is "enough". My job is to write for five minutes - no grammar checking, spell checking, self-editing... just let it out. Yikes. I self-edit constantly... this may be harder than I realize. Here goes.
--I saw the email with the weekly word in it and almost laughed. Enough? Really??? That word plagues me almost daily. Am I really enough? Am I doing enough? Do I go deep enough into the kids hearts to deal with their attitude behind their actions? Am I connecting deep enough with my husband to keep our marriage strong? Do I hold on to things so we have too much instead of just enough?
That's what strikes me about the word right now. I'm staring at a pile of boxes and other as sundry items that I packed yesterday. Yep. Yesterday. Why you might ask am I packing boxes? Well, that would be the result of signing papers on a new house yesterday. The house I had no idea even existed Monday morning. It means our house now will be the proverbial blender soon. My organized (well maybe semi-organized) life will be upended until the unpacking begins.
I keep asking myself as I pack each box: Do I even need this? Is this too much? Have I used this within the last year? I am concluding the inevitable truth - I have more than enough. I am more than enough - but not by myself! Oh my no! I am more than enough only because in my utter weakness of the proverbial control freak - He is strong for me. --
So there it is. Five minutes of writing. You'd think it wouldn't be so hard but it's rather deceptive - especially when you factor in Spring Break and three kids and snacks and neighbor kids ringing the doorbell and the dog wanting in and out. :) But I did it!
Minimalism. It’s the new organic, the thing to be – the hater of stuff.
Now, I don’t hate stuff, just for the record. Though it gets on my nerves with its penchant for being everywhere all at the same time. I didn’t jump on this bandwagon mainly because I figured you’d have to live in a bark hut to be a true minimalist – and that was not going to happen.
This journey began in August.
We packed up our 29 foot Jayco, put the kids (next to each other, of all the horrible things!) in the backseat of the Tundra and headed out for 3 weeks of seeing the West. A week or so into this trip, I realized that life was so amazingly simple. We had just the kitchen items we needed – nothing extra, we got groceries when we were running out, we did laundry when we needed clean clothes, and tidying up the camper was simple. The kids each had a plastic shoe-box with their special items so “cleaning up” was putting their things in their box and putting the box on their bed. My “desk/office” was reduced to my backpack. Everything I needed to write, blog, read or be creative was right there. The kids even had a dedicated cupboard just for their creative pursuits: tape, crayons, coloring books, glue, scissors, blank paper, and lots of books to read.
We soaked up the majestic beauty all around us as we lived life as a family of 5. Sometimes that meant a child throwing a fit as we sat around the picnic table at our campsite because they didn’t like what was on their plate. “My dear child, you will not die because you don’t like what you have been given to eat tonight. You will control yourself and remember gratefulness – and that your fit will not get you what you want. Now or ever.” These are the moments when I’m tempted to (and sometimes do) hang my head in frustration over their choices instead of looking into the blue eyes across the table and know we’re in this together.
Real life follows you whether you’re camping or not. Just keeping it real.
Eventually, we turned the truck to face East and I began to count down the days until I had my beautiful house once again. The experience of minimalism was going to pay off in other ways I could hardly fathom.
Have you heard of Jennie Allen and IF? I hadn't. So last year when yarn artisan and fellow sub Katie told me about the gathering of women in Zeeland for a Livestream event from Texas, I was skeptical. When you take a bunch of women anywhere, put them in the same room together and THEN have speakers (from who knows where, believing who knows what) talk, someone is going to be offended, or else the speaker will have her theology wrong and I will have a choice to make: leave or speak up.
So I looked up their statement of faith. I read how they began. Words like "all" and "unleashing" and "discipleship" and "calling" made me uneasy. They can be tossed around easily enough, but those ethereal words actually have meaning when you bring them back down to earth. That rubber-meets-road meaning was the fly in my ointment and only way to de-fly my ointment was to go and hear for myself.
It was a no-brainer, actually. The event was being held less than a mile from our house, AND I would get to know this amazing woman better? Yes, please!
The women who planned our local event, IF: Zeeland, did an amazing job! Dinner was provided when we got there at 5:30 Friday night. I had subbed all day unexpectedly and I was exhausted. Delicious food was a good way to begin the night.
A goody bag was waiting for each woman as she found her seat: a pen, a journal, a necklace with IF stamped into a charm, some tissues, and of course, chocolate.
Sessions 1, 2 & 3 flew past. The theme was about Jesus' life: What IF we lived like Jesus?
Each of the speakers was funny, real, and bold. You knew by the end of her time that her struggles weren't just hard but the tools God was using to shape her and use her. It sounds basic, but that's what I needed to be reminded. My struggles don't discount me. They push me to my knees so I'm in a position to be used.
As my journal attests, I wrote and wrote (still testing what I was hearing), but the defining moment came when an Anglican pastor couple took the stage. They spoke about the theology of suffering. How the visual of the breaking of bread as Christ's body arrests us and reminds us that suffering isn't a separate part of our beliefs but central to it all. As beautiful and deep as they were, the defining moment was when I realized that an Anglican pastor was speaking to my heart.
If I could sit across from another woman and know that we both believe in Jesus, the only Son of God, who lived a perfect life, born of a virgin, died on the cross, rose from the dead, the only payment for our sin, and that we can do nothing to earn grace, the church she goes to isn't the obstacle I thought. We may not completely agree on every piece of doctrine, but I can embrace her as a sister.
THAT is the drive behind the IF Gathering. What IF women were using their God-given gifts for God's kingdom instead of comparing and dividing? The balance can be tricky and sometimes messy. Doctrine does matter, but how we treat our sisters matters more.
I heard women in a FaceBook Theology group call the IF Gathering a witches coven. A group of witches is called a "gathering" so they must be a cult of witches. Bizarre logic. Obviously, I left that group, mainly because the common thread in the questions posted was an "us against them" mentality. I don't want to be known for that. Instead of picking apart titles and semantics, we should be seeing common ground.
You love Jesus?! Hey, so do I! Let's love Him together. If we happen to disagree at some point, I will give you grace and not walk away.
So tonight is the start of IF Gathering 2017 - and I cannot wait! The theme this year is Acts and the early church. God's been digging around in my heart and pruning the last couple weeks. I know He will continue tonight and tomorrow as I sit with my sisters at IF: Zeeland.
If you love Jesus and even if you're not sure, come join us!
Here's the link to register!
Halfway through January isn't usually when people post their New Year things. But this is me and sometimes The Nerd Factory is on its own schedule.
Though, most of it is due to that purple-collared furry thing on my lap. Her arrival has meant being up several times a night, constant vigil for her potty-cues, and not much time or brain power to focus on anything else. Oh wait. It's just like having a baby. Minus the stretch marks and leaky boobs. After eleven years of saying no and a certain birthday girl having that as her one and only request for a birthday gift... I gave in.
I knew whatever dog we found would eventually become attached to me and vice versa and that scared me. I watched my mom put down her 13 year old Lady & the Tramp look-alike cocker spaniel and my husband take his beloved Boomer Pug to be put down. My heart is already tied irrevocably to our three offspring and that hurts a lot some days. I figured a dog was overkill.
So on her birthday date with her daddy, they went to our local animal shelter and found a litter of puppies just put up for adoption. They'd been moved up here from Missouri as a tornado had gone through their area and there was no room for them. The mama had had a rough time of feeding her puppies and ended up with mastitis (poor thing!!) and had to stop feeding them at only 6 weeks. With the constant rolling and romping pile of furry bodies, it was hard to decide. They FaceTimed me and showed me this little face...
I'm sure you've noticed that phrase on this blog and definitely if you follow me and my hashtags on Facebook. It's a crucial piece of how I think and what I write about so rather than assuming you understand... here's how "Everything is Theological" changed my life.
I first heard it as a senior at Moody Bible Institute by my brand-new advisor Mark Eckel. He had piece of paper tacked to his office door in Fitzwater Hall that said simply: "everything is theological". No capital letters or anything. Just those words. Our class wasn't big but we were the first group to complete the entire 4 year ACSI certification program from start to finish. We kinda thought we were a big deal.
Then comes this new advisor - a guy (in our mostly female prof selection). He essentially tells us that all we'd learned up to that point about integrating the Bible into our lessons had to be unlearned. We weren't very nice to him. Slowly (very slowly) he changed our minds and our lives as he modeled for us what he meant.
He kept explaining that all truth was God's truth. Pieces of it can be found everywhere - even in false religions. Finding truth there doesn't validate the religion rather it points to the Creator who wants us to know Him. They are signs showing us who He is. As a very black and white sort of thinker, I could hardly process that. How is it that my life of list-following (listen to this music, not that! read these books, NEVER those!) law-abiding (grace mirage) life didn't work?! I could teach a math lesson and slide in a biblical-integration at the end and call it good. A verse a day could keep the devil away, couldn't it?! I could compartmentalize life and love it. You just watch me.
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