Experiencing Joy

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The times in life when I experience the most joy, are the times I sense God’s pleasure.

The times I’m close to Him, reading His Word, journaling my thoughts, and sharing with Him my heart.

The times He multiplies my efforts as a mom, filling in the gaps where I lack, and showing me there’s hope anyway.

The times I write my heart on pages, and my fingers tap out something that speaks more to me than anyone else, as if I needed to teach my own heart the truth first, without realizing it at all.

And lately, joy has come in facing the fear and dreaming God-sized dreams in praying and longing for God to use me to help others find mercy and know His grace. It’s joy as I pray to be used by Him in ways far beyond anything I could dream or imagine … praying to sense His pleasure even there.

And you know what?

He’s doing it. He is bringing opportunities for me to be used by Him, and as I walk through the doors that open, I’m feeling His pleasure, and I am experiencing joy.

And  in particular, today is one of those days.

awomaninspired1logoawiSeveral weeks ago I was asked to speak at an online conference called A Woman Inspired. .. a conference  where women come together wherever they are, log in for free, hear amazing encouragement from speakers and interact in an online community.

And the conference begins today, March 20th, and continues through Friday March 22nd.

I think you would really love to gather there and be encouraged in your faith. And the best part, there’s no cost! You can call in from a phone to hear the sessions, or log in from your computer wherever you are. All you have to do is register, so that you have access to the link required to log in.

And, if you’re not available during the live sessions, the mp3’s and downloadable and printable notes will be available to all registrants. So you can’t lose either way.

It’s FREE encouragement for the end of your week, and I think you’ll be so glad you registered!

And if I may humbly ask one thing?

Would you mind saying a prayer for me as I speak today, and for the hearts of the women as they will listen?  That they would really know how very much God loves them and how He really can redeem all things. Perhaps you’d consider typing a small prayer out in the comments? Either way, I’d be so very thankful.

I’ll be speaking today at 10am PST. You can read the synopsis of my talk below, and click on the link to register too.

And if you listen in, let me know how you liked the conference … you can contact me anytime … I’d love to connect with you!

So what do ya say? Won’t you join me there?

Expectations that Bury: Steps for Digging Your Way Out

Do you find your heart buried with the weight of not being enough? Have you set expectations for your life, only to become frustrated and disappointed when they aren’t being met? Perhaps you’ve been hurt by life’s circumstances or struggled with personal failure, leaving you disillusioned by the life you’re now living … one you never expected at all. Join Jacque as she exposes the expectations that bury us, and some steps we can take to dig our way out and into the freedom and joy God intends for us all.

Click HERE to register for A Woman Inspired, Online Conference

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For You to Know His Mercy {A Brand New Place!}

My heart beats fast as I write, groping for just the right words to welcome you to this new place … this beautiful light-filled mercy-space … the one I’ve dreamed of for so long.

The place where I have the chance to meet with you–the privilege to invite you in, with the hope that even amidst your crazy-busy days you’ll sometimes say yes. Yes to come by and stay awhile with me, and the friends who’ll join us along the way…

To walk the dirt paths between the trees, and past the ponds, and stop to chat at the benches on the way.

To gaze at the flowers and notice the dew on the grass and be lulled by the sound of the rustling leaves.

To feel the fresh breeze blowing and take in the stillness of it all.

To slow down and reminisce…

about where we’ve been,

 and what we’ve learned,

and how it all gets sorted out for our good

by a God who loves us so much He just can’t help but bless like that.

We can walk even on days when there’s shade–when the sun is hiding through the trees, or when it’s blocked by the threatening dark clouds in the sky.

And we’ll remind each other even on those days, how there are times we don’t feel the warmth of the sun, but that we know it’s still there. 

Above and beyond the darkness.

And higher than the obstacles in its way. 

We’ll remember how it will shine strong again–and together that ray of hope will be enough.

We can remember together how our God gives beautiful gifts, and remind each other how all is a gift, even when it doesn’t feel much like one.

That we can trust in His goodness anyway, and hold our hands open and give thanks together anyhow.

We can talk and dream of what the future holds and be reminded that we have hope.

Because God made a way for joy to transcend our circumstances–

a way for hope to resurrect sorrow,

and for His grace rain over us all.

Oh friend … {sigh} I remember how this has been a long time coming–how I’ve been planning and dreaming, rearranging and preparing for these walks with you.

To finally tell you how mercy found me.

To share how it all happened,

 And explain to you why I feel so passionate about mercy and grace…

Why I long to display the unrelenting and redemptive power of our God in this place.

But most of all, as we begin to meet here in this new and glorious place, I long for you to find mercy too…

For your heart to know that no matter where you’ve been, what you’ve done, or where you’re going, there is nothing that can separate you from God’s great love … nothing.

And if by chance you come by every now and again, won’t you plan to stay awhile?

We can watch the sunset as it slips below the branches of those tall strong trees. We can breathe deep while it sinks from the sky, and rest knowing that no matter what this day held, morning is on it’s way—a morning where His mercy is brand new and enough, for each and every new day.

And if you’re willing to drop a note below…??

It’d be such a joy to welcome you today!

 

 *Linking with Lisa Jo Baker, Ann Voskamp, Laura Bogess, The Better Mom



To Welcome Suffering is to Say Yes to God

If there’s one thing I’m learning lately, it’s that suffering is inevitable in this life. That no matter who we are, no matter what we have, and no matter where we live, we will have hard things to face.

And yet it’s such a challenge to welcome the suffering–to embrace adversity…

To look forward to it with a true attitude of joy,

To embrace it as an opportunity to grow our character, refine our rough edges, and re-make our hearts to love deeper, reach farther, and think beyond our current circumstances.

To welcome suffering, is really to say yes to God.

To say yes to what He gives, as hard as it may be…

Yes to the job loss

Yes to the chronic illness

Yes to the broken relationships

And the messiness of this life

Because isn’t it our perspective that’s the problem?

Our limited perspective, that makes us see the hardship of our circumstances instead of the greatness of the work He is longing to accomplish in us?

Isn’t it the obstacle of our own selves that’s the problem, not what He gives?

Our selfish, narrow-minded ways,

Our finite perspective of how WE think things should go,

Our limited view that keep us from seeing the good that could lie beyond what our eyes see today.

I’m learning that joy transcends my circumstances, and that joy is rooted in my thanks and trust.

Do I really believe He is good, all the time?

Do I really trust that He has this under control and knows exactly what He is doing?

Do I believe he not only CAN but WILL—that He IS working it all for my good, in His time and in His way?

May we welcome ALL He gives.

And in the midst of whatever that is, may we lift our eyes and look to Him—look forward to His help, and welcome whatever it is He is longing to accomplish in us.

 

 How have you wrestled with the problem of suffering?

What have you learned along the way?

 

I’m joining Lisa-Jo, over at her site today, to take five minutes and just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. The challenge is to write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing, with the prompt she gives. And today, her prompt:

Welcome…

 

Linking to Rachel Wojnarowski



Only God Can Change Tragedy Into Beauty

Only God can change tragedy into beauty. And it is only because of Him we can give thanks in everything, and by doing so find joy.

I first met her 2 years ago when she became my neighbor. I’m really not the bold and brazen type who randomly knocks on a door. And I’m certainly not a door-to-door evangelist, but that day something drew me there. As I drove by, I noticed her playing in the yard with her sweet little boy, and couldn’t shake the nagging feeling to go over and say hi—to walk over and invite her to our church’s Mom2Mom group.

I unloaded the kids and we walked back to her house, but they were no longer outside.

“Really Lord? Am I really supposed to knock on this door?”

Worried about looking weird or being rejected, I knocked anyway.

And what followed has been two years of heart-felt friendship, two years of joy.

She spent a year at our Mom2Mom table, connecting as only moms can.

A summer of group Bible study and discipleship, reading One Thousand Gifts, and our lives transforming by learning to give thanks in all things.

And she’s the one who gave it to me at the end of that discipleship summer … the plaque that gently reminds me:

In Everything Give Thanks

Because she believed it and purposed to live it, one day at a time. And that’s just the kind of friend she is, full of gifts with such meaning and purpose—a heart that loves with abandon and gives generously without holding back.

We spent months in our good morning girls group, with countless emails and several brunches , celebrating the end of each session together.

And then another year sitting at her Mom2Mom table, inspired by the leader she had become.

I’ve watched her husband grow stronger in Christ, their marriage strengthen, and their family grow with the birth of their third child last spring.

And it is this foundation of history and relationship that held tragedy last week.

My oldest daughter turned ten last Tuesday, and we’d gone to get donuts … a first-of-the-morning breakfast treat!

And then…

Then, it all happened so fast

Them just arriving home from kindergarten drop-off,

Their suburban still in the driveway with its doors wide open,

And our car.

Our car slowly passing through, ready to round the corner and almost be home.

And then we felt it … like an out-of-place speed bump in the middle of the road.

And then we heard it … the loud screams from directly behind.

The tires gripped the asphalt as our car jerked to a stop, and it seemed my heart was about to stop too.

What had I hit?

Dear Lord … What had I done?

I never saw a thing. Never heard a thing.

My shaking hand flung open the heavy door right there in the middle of the street, and that’s when I saw her, hovered over him, calling his name and begging for him to get up.

We hit him, we accidentally hit him. Their beloved dog Ziggy there, just lying in the street.

And what words?… WHAT WORDS in this tragedy … when you’ve caused pain you can’t take back?

There are no words.

No words for a day you’ll never forget—the end of the first decade of your daughter’s life and the end of Ziggy’s altogether.

I cried and we hugged and the words “I’m sorry” just weren’t enough.

We celebrated her 10th birthday. And we prayed for them—for comfort and for peace.

And only God can transform anger and grief into grace and thanksgiving …

 Through Him, even in this, thanks can bring joy.

 

I text her the next day, and say again, those not-enough words …

I’m. So. Sorry.

And her text in return is full of grace—grace from Him…

Her caring for me.

Thankful for me.

Urging me not to worry,

And acknowledging that God is in ultimate control, even when we don’t understand.

And she typed her love for me in the XOXOXO’s at the end of her text–reassurance for my heart.

Her, in her grief, caring for me … this kind of love that can only be from Him.

All of this evidence of tragedy changed into beauty … and grace and thanksgiving bringing joy.

With continued prayers for my friend and her sweet family, and much thanks for the grace I’ve received,

 

 

How has God changed your tragedy into beauty?

How has thanks amidst tragedy brought you joy?

 

Continuing on, in the counting of One Thousand Gifts {#1591-1605} with Ann and this community, and the Joy Dare of 2012…with September’s printable.

#1591 A husband who is smarter than me

#1592 Plenty of work at the hospital (397 deliveries last month!)

#1593 She Speaks CD’s to listen and learn

#1594 Surviving a solo 10-mile run

#1595 Completing all of Matthew 5

#1596 A new leadership opportunity with a new friend

#1597 More open doors to speaking … Yikes!

#1598 A second child now in the double-digits

#1599 Slumber party with 7 sweet 10-yr-old girls

#1600 Edible fruit basket from dear friends

#1601 A jacuzzi tub for tired muscles

#1602 An inspiring mentor and her life-giving words

#1603 A lovely new regional park to enjoy

#1604 A morning of worship and praise

#1605 Grace and mercy that is new, every. single. morning

 

*Linking with Playdates and The Better Mom



Why Feelings Are NOT the Dictators of Our Reality {There is Hope}

There are times in life that are stormy and dark, when every heart feels beyond hope.

Times when we’re overwhelmed by circumstances that startle and catch us off guard–circumstances that are right here, right now–dark and directly overhead.

No anticipation. No warning.

And we’re blinded by their presence and sideswiped by their consequences.

A lost job.

A dying friend.

A strained relationship.

A rebellious child.

A sick parent.

A lack of friends.

A rushed life.

A lonely heart.

And I get it.

I. know.

I SO understand. And I’m right here with you in the midst of this muck and grime of reality. And I wish it weren’t so. For me and for you.

But it is.

It’s what we’ve got.

Really, to be honest, it’s what He gave.

Because He knows, with His help, we can do this.

Because He sees beyond our limited vision …

How this will refine and remake and renew us like nothing else can.

He sees. And He knows.

It is so hard to grasp it though–so hard to feel right in the midst of this chaos.

Because it isn’t right. 

Feelings are not the dictators of our reality.

They can not determine what is true, nor can they decide what will be.

Our reality is, we are never beyond hope, never beyond grace, never beyond peace. And we are never beyond joy.

Because everything is from Him and through Him and to Him.

Everything is a gift. And although it may not feel like a gift, it’s not our feelings that get to decide.

For me, in the midst of this muck and grime of my own, I’m choosing today to acknowledge that I don’t really understand. To acknowledge that this stinks and how I’d rather not go through it at all.

But God stretches and strums, and our emptiness can sing when we choose to give a sacrifice of thanks. When we choose to die to self and acknowledge that our way may not be the best way.

So I’ll be the music and offer praise and today, I’ll give thanks anyway … give thanks for this it-doesn’t-feel-like-a-gift gift.

And as I do I’ll pick up His gift of joy.

Joy that transcends even this.

Will you join me?

 

 

 

Are you feeling beyond hope?

Is your heart struggling today?

What are you choosing to give thanks for anyway?

 

Continuing on, in the counting of One Thousand Gifts {#1576-1590} with Ann and this community, and the Joy Dare of 2012…with August’s printable.

#1576 Long runs I never thought I could do

#1577 Parents praying over us

#1578 A better-than-ever first week of school

#1579 Becoming a speaker with anxious anticipation

#1580 Pinkberry yogurt on a hot day

#1581 Cooler weather and breezes

#1582 Memorizing Matthew 5

#1583 The Psalms and their messages to me

#1584 Summer swimming

#1585 An editable-pdf Homeschool Planner

#1586 Free Draw, Write, Now Printables

#1587 Medicine for her double ear infection

#1588 Cabin possibilities

#1589 Summer sunsets

#1590 How He’s been so faithful to me

 

*Linking with Playdates and The Better Mom
Photo Credit: Milks3, Flickr Creative Commons



Because It Is the Stretching That Brings the Change

It’s in the stretching, that change comes.

And you know what’s a stretch? I’ll tell you, me being a runner! (Although it’s becoming less of a stretch every day.)

When I got talked into signed up to run this half-marathon in October, I knew it would be hard, but I didn’t really know how hard. And I still don’t really know, since the longest I’ve run is 9 miles.

But I know more now than I did …

Like how I eat gummy-bear-like shot bloks for energy at mile 4

How I pant all the way uphill at the beginning of my long run just so I don’t have to go up at the end of it

How I carry water in this belt-thingy on my waist (you know … the one I bought on-sale online, sight unseen) that keeps riding up with every step, causing me to endlessly push it down every half-mile

How I needed all the accessories to make this running thing work … the smart phone with the cardiotrainer app (showing me GPS, pace, and mileage), the armband Velcro-holder-thingy for the phone, orthotic inserts—because I have the highest arch possible, seamless socks at $12/pair, and new stability shoes 1 ½ sizes bigger than my regular size 9 shoe (Yikes! … size 10 ½ just sounds so wrong)

How my muscles are sore and my hips and knees ache, and how I need to stretch a long time after I’m done, because I’m not twenty anymore

And then there’s the early morning alarm—yeah, the one that goes off before 5am … because everyone knows it’s too hot to run after 6:30 am at this time of year. (As if making it the distance wasn’t hard enough without heat and humidity and a lack of sleep slowing me down)

Yes, I know more than I did 8 weeks ago, and you know what?

This stretching is growing me.

I’m getting stronger, and pressing through longer.

And isn’t that what happens through adversity?

In the midst of it is misery?

It’s trying and seems unending, and yet by nature of the very process, we are changed.

And maybe that’s why we are to have joy in the trial, because it’s producing something. Not joy only after it’s over, but during the long arduous run–the one that’s wearing us out–the one that’s making us doubt if we can even do this at all.

And you know what? By pressing through we are already doing it.

And although we’re getting stretched beyond what we think we can bear, it is the process that is changing everything. It is the pain that’s refining my strength and remaking my muscles to be more.

I’m learning it is the stretching that’s producing the change … one I wouldn’t have known was possible without the pain and process of the long run.

 

 

What is it in your life that’s stretching you?

How are you being changed?

 

I’m joining Lisa-Jo, over at her site today, to take five minutes and just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. The challenge is to write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing, with the prompt she gives. And today, her prompt:

Stretch…

*Photo Credit: Juergen Buergin, Flickr Creative Commons
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Because He Really Does Satisfy with Long Life

There’s always one someone to begin the journey … to pave the way for those who follow. 

And what a privilege to return home in the late of summer to celebrate her 90th birthday.

Her life has not been perfect; in fact it has been full of suffering…

An alcoholic father, an interrupted education, marrying young, and having lots of babies…

No running water, almost no money, baking from scratch, curing wild game, miscarriages and the loss of babies…

Grieving the loss of parents, contracting polio in her left arm and never being able to raise it after that, and learning to write with her right hand all over again…

Dealing with difficult in-laws, rebellious children, and a foster daughter’s betrayal…

Years of working hard and enduring a challenging and unaffirming marriage…

The death of her spouse, the death of her dogs, the betrayal of close friends, and living alone…

Diabetes, shingles, gout, and medications, a torn rotator cuff, limited right arm mobility and the loss of a driver’s license…

So much to endure and so much to grieve…

But her heart met a Savior all those years ago, and changed her journey through it all … and changed her children too.

Every Sunday she took them to Sunday school. And in the only way she knew how, she instilled in them a love for God, a love for music, and a love of His people. She taught them to work hard, to never be lazy, to reap what you sow and to sow generously.

I remember many Christmases at her house, gifts piled a mile high. How she loved to cook and loved to teach us how too. No one could make pies or biscuits like her and I’m privileged enough to have some of her recipes … recipes scratched out in her own left-handed-turned-right-handed handwriting, indicating a pinch of this and a bit of that, in a way only she could explain in person.

I remember the gospel music she loved and how her little dog would always jump up on her lap with a yip-yap bark that made everyone crazy but her.

I remember how she used to drive with a jerky start-stop, decelerating at the last possible moment and braking with her left foot while keeping her right over the accelerator, ready to go again.

And now at age 90, we meet on a warm August evening to surprise her and celebrate–her children, grand-children, and great-grandchildren all gathering to eat, to talk, to swim and to sing.

Her long life is a gift and together we give thanks, for her and the legacy she began for each of us.

Psalm 91:14-16 (ESV)
Because he holds fast to me in love, I will deliver him; I will protect him, because he knows my name. When he calls to me, I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will rescue him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation.

What are you giving thanks for today?

 

Continuing on, in the counting of One Thousand Gifts {#1561-1575} with Ann and this community, and the Joy Dare of 2012…with August’s printable.

#1561 A job I love

#1562 Fluffy white clouds in the sky

#1563 The way he looks at me from across the room

#1564 Ministry opportunities to use my gifts

#1565 To read The Story as a church this school year

#1566 Hugs and kisses and tickles on the floor

#1567 Summer movies at the theatre

#1568 Chick-fil-A lunch with our co-op friends

#1569 Homeschool planning

#1570 A Pre-Kindergarten program full of fun

#1571 The San Joaquin valley in the summertime

#1572 A morning chat with my sweet aunt

#1573 A blonde lab and his friendly temperment

#1574 Running 8 miles with my sister

#1575 Time with family and friends

 

*Linking with Playdates and The Better Mom



For When You Think It’s Only About Following the Rules :: Sermon on the Mount {Week 9}

There are some people you never forget—people who leave an impression that’s hard to shake, and growing up I do remember her. She was my mother’s age. Always opinionated and outspoken, and never for a lack of words, and she went out of her way to make you aware of your wayward ways. She grew up in this local church of ours and her family was integral in establishing the congregation years ago … and this heritage drove her passion all the more.

She loved following rules and always insisted others do the same—and there were so many rules! She was careful to arrive early at every single service wearing her Sunday best, and stood as a greeter in the foyer shaking hands with those who arrived. She coordinated meals for funerals and organized women’s events—quick to volunteer for any task, because that’s what a good Christian woman does.

And while it seemed respectable from afar, those who knew her, well … we knew better.

It’s true she was the wife of one husband–one who was Caucasian just like her, because being “unequally yoked” to a different race would be outside of God’s blessing. She did not work outside the home, no matter their financial struggles, because a woman “working” would definitely be outside of God’s directive. Her children went to private school, because children should be trained in “the ways of God”, and not left to the “vultures” and “heathens” of the public system.

This woman insulted her husband in passive-aggressive ways with derogatory and condescending attitudes. She berated her children by default, by failing to praise them and making sure they knew how they could’ve done each thing better. And she was disgruntled with her friends, who according to her standard, never seemed to care or do enough for her.

She feigned piety while living as a silent judge of the world around her. No one could ever meet her expectations and many spun their wheels trying.

She was a technical rule-follower who failed miserably with the intent of her heart. And she missed the point altogether.

And this is exactly what Jesus was addressing in regard to the Scribes and Pharisees.

“The trouble with the Pharisees was that they were interested in details rather than principles, that they were interested in actions rather than in motives, and that they were interested in doing rather than in being…”
D. Martyn Lloyd-Jones

 

Jesus was born was born into multi-lingual culture. Many learned Hebrew and were able to study the law. Many spoke Aramaic, a remnant of the language learned during the exiles, and some spoke Greek, the official language of the Roman government.

Those who weren’t fluent in Hebrew depended on the Scribes and Pharisees and the oral tradition of the day in order to follow the law. They relied on interpretation, which although technically accurate, became corrupted with a precedent of impure motives and intentions.

And as a result, while observing the technicalities of the law, many missed the intent of the law altogether.

Matthew 5:19-20 (ESV)
Therefore, whoever relaxes one of the least of these commandments and teaches others to do the same will be called least in the kingdom of heaven, but whoever does them and teaches them will be called great in the kingdom of heaven. For I tell you, unless your righteousness exceeds that of the scribes and Pharisees you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. 

 

As followers of Christ, we are to follow the spirit of God’s directives, not simply perform the technicalities.

Jesus doesn’t give us guidelines to restrict or oppress us. Neither is a rule to be an end in itself. Honoring God’s directives is not simply about avoiding doing wrong, and if people think it is, they’ve missed the whole point. We are to observe the principle behind the directives. It is our thoughts and heart-motives that matter too, not simply our actions alone.

Jesus fulfilled the law and because of that we live in freedom.

Freedom to obey,

To show our gratitude for all He’s done for us,

To bring Him glory through the obedience of our lives,

To honor and revere Him as Lord,

And to ultimately experience joy.

As we follow the directives of scripture and seek to align our hearts and actions to its purpose, we begin to live the blessed life—the makarios life that is ours in Christ. And our lives become full of His joy.

As you obey may you find blessing and joy, is my prayer.

 

 

Have you ever known someone who technically followed the rule but missed the point?

 

Continuing on in memorizing the Sermon on the Mount, with Ann and this community. Join us?

This week on to Matthew 5:21-22 (ESV)…

{WEEK 10}
 
Matthew 5:21-22 (ESV)
You have heard that it was said to those of old,  ‘You shall not murder; and whoever murders will be liable  to judgment.’ But I say to you that everyone who is angry with his brother will be liable  to judgment; whoever insults his brother will be liable to the council; and whoever says, ‘You fool!’ will be liable to the hell of fire.
 
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Other posts in this series:

~Memorizing the Sermon on the Mount
~For When You Want to Know How to Really Teach {Week 1}
~For When You Need to Quit Performing to Earn God’s Love and Blessing {Week 2}
~When You Long to be Satisfied and Supremely Happy {Week 3}
~For When Memorizing is Intimidating and Change is a Challenge {Week 4}
~For When You Don’t Fit in and You’re Not Feeling Accepted {Week 5}
~Because You Are Meant to BE the Flavor {Week 6}
~We ARE the Light of the World  {Week 7}
~All Has Been Accomplished! The New Covenant Has Come {Week 8}

 

 




The Whimsy of Living in the Now {Giving Thanks for One Beautiful Thing}

We walk up the hill in the noon of the day and they walk right beside me. And we near the apple trees in full blossom in the shadow of the mountain there beyond. The poppies dot the hillside with the brilliance of orange, and we stop to take it all in.

Psalm 145:10
All your works shall give thanks to you, O Lord, and all your saints shall bless you!

 

The beauty of God’s creation with the sun shining right down.

The mountains standing tall and framed with the blooms in orange.

The apple trees bursting with hope of the fall fruit to come.

The innocence of her smile.

Her hair in the wind.

The cadence of her gait as she runs through the grass.

The curiosity of her hands.

The freedom as they run and play and live right here, right now, without a care in the world.

No worry to be found.

Just the mountain, with the sun and the wind and the poppies right there.

The bend of his head and the intensity of his gaze.

The whimsy of her twirls as she flys in the wind.

To witness the beauty of creation giving thanks, and to join in too, blessing our God who made it all.

What we see and how we feel and what we do, all meant to bless His name.

We capture it all, all in this moment  … giving thanks as one beautiful thing.

May you seek the whimsy of the now and give thanks for all that’s right before you. And may your week be full of God’s beauty, and the joy that comes from His presence.

 

 What are you giving thanks for today?

 

Continuing on, in the counting of One Thousand Gifts {#1466-1485} with Ann and this community, and the Joy Dare of 2012…with June’s printable.

#1466 Afternoons swimming and splashing and getting better at swimming every day

#1467 A fever finally broken

#1468 The end of his sophomore year (where has the time gone?)

#1469 Couple’s date night with an inrl blogging friend

#1470 Children playing imaginative games and creating as they go along

#1471 A husband who’s smarter than me

#1472 Podcasts changing my world and challenging my heart

#1473  Hot showers and cozy pajamas and soft sheets at the end of a long day

#1474  No traffic to work

#1475  Refreshing frozen yogurt treats

#1476  Haircuts for all

#1477 A group of women learning to read and journal and memorize and give thanks … such a beautiful thing

#1478  God’s correction and timing and provision all at once

#1479  New opportunities and adventures awaiting

#1480  An impromptu visit and slowing down to be present in the now

#1481 Taco salad with Doritos on top

#1482 Rinsing and repeating the Sermon on the Mount with the kids

#1483 Dreaming of vacation possibilities

#1484 New books arriving

#1485 Mercies new every single morning for this wretched heart of mine

 




Labor & Delivery :: A Sacred Opportunity

Dr. Sanchez & me with Julianne's baby Noah!

 

I’m a registered nurse in labor and delivery, and I love my job. (And shhh…don’t tell them, but I’d do it for free.)

What an amazing opportunity to be present at an event that changes lives forever.

To help a woman say hello to her baby, or to have the sacred privilege of helping her say goodbye.

To help her get adjusted and settled into her room.

To talk her through the policies and procedures and hear all about what she wants her experience to be.

To listen and laugh and get to know a family.

To help her through pain.

To explain her options and support her choices.

And to help her work and push and see her baby.

It is breathtaking each and every time.

And I stand in the delivery room wearing my blue scrubs, holding my black pen, and typing my notes on the computer … because I’m the nurse and I’ve got my work to do.

But no matter what work is before me, when the moment of birth comes—this opportunity to witness the emerging of new life …

It stops me for a moment.

I’m still. And I’m moved, without fail,

Every. Single. Time.

 

 

 

 

Have you witnessed the miracle of birth?

Do you remember your labor & delivery nurse?

What was the most memorable thing she did for you?

I’d love to hear your story!

 

I’m joining Lisa-Jo, over at her site today, to take five minutes and just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. The challenge is to write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing, with the prompt she gives. And today, her prompt:

Opportunity…

 

Also, Linking with The Better Mom

Photo credit: Julianne Florez, RN
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