Five Minute Friday: Beyond

 

I see the prompt at Lisa-Jo's and instantly I hear the song in my head, the way Alan used to sing it, years ago, in the gym turned church. Shepherd me O, God, beyond my wants, beyond my fears, from death into life. 

It is 5 AM. I've been awake since 3:45, my mind awhirl. Shepherd me O, God.

Hello, Fear, old companion nearly forgotten; you're back. You're creeping into those half awake moments and forcing me from sleep. Go! Get out of my head! My imagination is no longer your playground. He shepherds me beyond my fears. So, go!

I see Him now, slingshot in hand, whirling it masterfully in the air, sending fear scurrying into the beyond.

Gently you raise me and heal my weary soul,
you lead me by pathways of righteousness and truth,
my spirit shall sing the music of your Name.

Beyond these walls, beyond these beds, beyond these children finally sleeping. In the dark, and the sudden chill, I've called the Shepherd to draw close. Please lead me. I'm following You to a place beyond my wants, beyond my fears, from death into life.

I will dwell in the house of my God forevermore.

Small Steps Together: Patience

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It's been ages since I did a Small Steps Together post. I beg your pardon! I decided this morning to begin with today's devotion and just roll with it a bit. I don't have a copy of the book--I've long sold all of mine--so I'm pulling the quote from the manuscript. It very well may be that this quote was edited into another day. If so, I'm going to just assume that God wanted me to think about this one today and go about my merry way.

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Think: "And when night comes, and you look back over the day and see how fragmentary everything has been, and how much you planned that has gone undone, and all the reasons you have to be embarrassed and ashamed: just take everything exactly as it is, put it in God’s hands and leave it with Him." -- Edith Stein

 

Pray: Jesus, You fell three times while carrying the cross. Help me see my weaknesses as a call to lean on Your strength and grow ever closer toward You. 

Act: Before you go to bed tonight, write down all of the things you did wrong or failed to accomplish in your day. Pray over your list, asking God to complete you where you fall short. Then crumple up the paper, throw it away, and get a good night's sleep before tackling a new day.
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Whew. I've had a lot of nights like this one lately, a lot of fragmentary, embarrassed, and ashamed nights, many, many worried nights, a lot of dreams where all the bumps of the day crowd out peaceful sleep and I awake feeling defeated before I've begun. When I reflect on the plan as it was written in the last few days of August and compare it to where we are today, I am astonished. So much of the landscape has changed in such unexpected, sometimes painful ways! 
I wonder, is this the particular cross of meticulous planners? Do we get nailed more often than those easygoing folks who haven't much of a plan from the beginning? Or, is it a big family thing? In a big family, as children get older, there are so many outside influences on a mother's life. While I can merrily plan away for my own largish brood, I can't really begin to predict how the friends and teachers and coaches and employers in their lives are going to act. Throw in unexpected medical issues. Multiply it out by the number of children in a large household. And there you have it: guaranteed nights of reflection upon fragmentary days. 

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But what about the embarrassed and ashamed part? Those are the pieces torn away from the one piece life. If all of life is either sacred or profane, the embarrassed and ashamed parts are where we have greeted the interruptions, the unexpected, the uninvited in a manner that is not sacred. They are the places where we've stumbled under the weight of the cross and instead of accepting the grace of the Savior, we've either tried to throw the cross from our shoulders or we've tried to carry it under our own strength. 

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My life is not a seamless garment. I've lived long enough to see that now. I cannot cut from the fabric of my life the patches that are rougher than the others, the colors that are just a little off. No matter how embarrased or ashamed of them I might be, they cannot be ripped from the fabric. But they can be stitched into His masterpiece. I can give them to Him and trust that over time, He will piece together a garment that takes those dark pieces and frames them just so, rendering the finished product beautiful beyond anything I could have imagined.

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God intends it to be holy. All of it. What He wants at the end of a fragmented day is for me to see--clearly see--the many fragments and how they are of my own making. And then, He wants me to ask. He wants me to know that He can take the fragments, even the seeming dissonance and He can make a one piece life of my many scraps. It can all be for His good and to His glory. If only I hand Him the pieces.

But what does all this have to do with patience? Everything. At then end of a day that was all ragged fragments, a day where truly the beauty in the design is utterly incomprehensible, I am called to hand the pieces to him and just wait. Trust. And wait. He's got a plan.

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The 10 Habits of Happy Mothers: Make time for Solitude

It is a fond memory, still. Once a week, when the three big boys were little, Mike took them, a grocery list, and his father and did the weekly grocery shopping. On the way home, they stopped and played at Grandma's. I had about three hours alone in the house. I played Amy Grant as loud as it would go and cleaned our house from top to bottom. I ran up and down the steps without stopping to carry the baby with me or hop the gate. I moved freely about the kitchen without someone wrapped around my knees. I ordered my environment and made everything smell good. And I was completely alone.

When we moved from that house, Mike took ridiculously demanding job. He was never home. I had four children (and then five, and then six) and no one but my father-in-law ever offered to help with them. He's a wonderful guy; he doesn't really do babies, though. Solitude became a thing of the past for a very long time. A very, very long time. Come to think of it, I can't remember tever being alone in that house and I don't remember the last time I was alone in this house. Or anywhere else.

I have stolen early morning moments when everyone is still sleeping, if I'm quiet enough and careful enough not to wake anyone. They anchor my days and I'm rattled without them. I use them to read, to pray, to knit, and less and less, to write. If I'm writing to share, somehow that just doesn't seem like solitude.

Meg Meeker wonders how to balance solitude with the chapter on friends. I don't find that is a challenge. Actually, making time for friends and making time for solitude are two sides of the same coin. The demands here in this home are what require a concerted effort for both. My guess is that Dr. Meeker didn't have moms of many in mind so much when she wrote. I always find it interesting when people say, "Oh, what's one more? You have so many you probably don't even notice." They used to say this when a new baby was on the way. Or they say it when they drop their kids off to play with mine. 

One more is one more. One more whole person. One person with a unique personality. One person with uniques talents and challenges. One person with his own laundry. One person who needs to be fed and who needs to brush his teeth and get regular checkups and sign up for baseball and talk to the coach and finish his science assignment. It's one more of everything. Multiplied by the number that mother's particular "many" is.

I'm not complaining. I'm merely explaining how the solitude thing and the friend thing are unqieuly challenging when a mother has lots of children under her care. Nevertheless, let's persevere. Dr. Meeker suggests  four ways to work on making time for solitude: "start with bite-sized moments, find a place for solitude (and let everyone know), quiet your mind (yes, you can), and go deeper."

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#1 Start with bite-sized moments. I think these are my early mornings. Sometimes, I get a whole hour or more. I sit and read and knit knit and pray and have a cup of tea. The sun comes up and the whole day seems to sparkle in front of me.  More often, I get twenty minutes before someone is aware that I'm awake and alone and they zero in to get a piece of that action. She suggests things such as going to the grocery store alone. Eh. I'm not sure that counts in my book. If I go to the grocery store, I'm not genuinely alone. There are people there. I once went to the grocery store alone and hit a parked car in the parking lot. Not exactly alone time, there. But if we look carefully at how we spend our days and enlist the help of our husbands to find a pocket or two, there is alone time to be had even for mothers of very young children or mothers of very many children.

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#2 Create a place. Susanna Wesley threw her apron over her head when she wanted to be alone with God. I so get that. My eldest child, who is living at home and saving money while working full time, sits in the car when he needs to escape the activity here. Come to think of it, my second child does that, too. They didn't get that from me. I'm not a big fan of the car, ever. I'm currently working on taking over the first-floor study in our house. When the children are awake, I have no illusions of it being my space alone, nor would I want it that way. But when they are asleep, it's a good place to go to be alone in a space that ministers to me. A prayer corner is the perfect place to spend time alone. Can you claim the corner of a walk in closet, a nook in the basement, or even just declare your bathtub off limits at certain hours of the day?

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#3 "When you are alone, the next challenge is to break the habit of thinking about all of the things that you should be doing rather than quieting yourself. This is a tough one. Shutting your mind off can be done, but it takes training. Reject silly worries and give yourself permission to worry about other things later, like in thirty minutes, but not during your solitude." This is why I don't think time at the grocery store counts. I do not quiet my mind there, even if I'm there by myself. However, three hours alone in my house while all my kids are at the store with my husband--that's quality alone time, even if I'm cleaning the whole time. Sometimes, uninterrupted, purposeful physical activity helps to quiet one's mind. And starting the next day with a fully stocked fridge and pantry and completely clean house is a great benefit of quiet time.

#4 Go deeper. Are you uncomfortable when you are alone with yourself? Do you squirm without the distraction of someone else? Can you allow yourself to go deeper into yourself, to look yourself in the eye and be frank with yourself? Can you all yourself to still your mind? Or are you afraid of what you might discover there when the dust settles? Solitude is refreshing and healing, but it often takes time for it to be so. It takes patience. Can we be patient with ourselves?

{{This post is the 10th in a series discussing The 10 Habits of Happy Mothers: Reclaiming our Passion, Purpose, and Sanity.}}

The rest of our discussions of  The 10 Habits of Happy Mothers: Reclaiming our Passion, Purpose, and Sanity can be found here. 

Part 1(discussing Habit 1)

Part 2 (still discussing Habit 1)

Part 3 (still more on Habit 1)

Part 4 (Habit 2: key friendships)

Part 5 (Habit 2: your thoughts on friendship_

Part 6 (Habit 3: Value and Practice Faith)

Part 7(Habit 4: Say No to Competition)

Part 8 (Habit 4: Say No to Competition)

Part 9 (Habit 5: Create a Healthier Relationship with Money)

 

 

If You Can Dream It, You Can do It ~ Walt Disney

I'm kind of hanging on to this Walt Disney quote these days, rolling it around in my head, making a motto of it. Our family is planning a big trip south after New Year's and I'm in the early planning stages, thinking hard about the wide age span and the mixed genders and the vast resources for fabulous fun. I'm beginning to sketch out how we will use our time. We'll stay at a Disney hotel (it's an ESPN thing~my husband works for Mickey Mouse).  Right now, I'm very much enjoying Dawn's Disney blog, because I know Dawn and if anyone can approach Disney in an organized efficient manner, it's Dawn. I'm so grateful she went recently. I'm learning at the feet of a master.

I'm very much in the information-gathering stage. Have you been to Disney World? Traveled a long distance with nearly a nearly a dozen people? What are your best tips and tricks? Books? Resources? I'm all {mouse} ears:-).

Oh, and to give you full appreciation of what Disney is for little girls, you've got to watch this one all the way to the end. I smiled until I cried.