I was reading some articles about motivation and exercise, and ran across this quote.
A fundamentally independent thinker understands that nothing makes a person upset, angry, or depressed; rather, what a person thinks about things determines how they feel. As Henry Ford once said, “If you think you can or you think you can’t, you’re right.” There is no motivation without this important “inner game.”
This really hit home for me because I had a conversation with someone recently in which I was verbally attacked. I got offended--my emotions took off and I got on board. And it affected me too much for too long. I let that person's words dictate my mood and attitude for several days. I don't like that about myself, and I've been working on it, but this quote was the kick I needed to put that incident in a more appropriate place--like, moving it from the windshield of my life to the rearview mirror.
I'm going to rethink the way I think about things, especially in situations like this one. Some things in life aren't avoidable, but how we respond to them is optional.
:)
Here are some photos from our trip to Prague last October. So far, this is our favorite city to visit. We were counting on me using my broken German to get us through at restaurants but as it turns out, English is practically the second language in Prague. *Everywhere* we went, Czech, German and English were spoken.
Rhody gets more precious every day. He knows my voice when I talk to him and likes to snuggle on my chest while I pat his back. And I'm pretty sure I'm the queen of getting babies to burp because he does it every time I hold him. LOL
As I hold Rhody and smooch him, I am reminded of how my grandfather used to tell me at the beginning of my visits with him and my grandmother that they needed "hundreds and hundreds" of kisses from me while I was at their house or they were at mine. I distinctly remember one visit when I promised my Papa 100 kisses per hour. And at the top of every hour, I'd go find him and give him a hundred kisses. It made me feel so special. It was no surprise that he wanted kisses from my boys when they came along.
When they were tiny babies, Papa used to hold them and kiss all over their little faces. Then he'd pull them away from him so he could look at them, and he'd say the Hungarian equivalent of "oh, my gosh!" in his thick accented voice and then kiss them all over again. I now understand Papa's sentiments because when I'm holding little Rhody the urge to smooch that precious baby is simply irresistible. And I soo understand why he needed so many kisses because I need so many Rhody smooches before I go back home.
We had 7 months to prepare for our move overseas. And while we knew we couldn't know every way our lives would change after we moved, we were very aware of the fact that our family would never be the same again. It wasn't just that we were turning a page; we were starting a new chapter, possibly even a new book in the "Miller Time Chronicles" series. There were so many questions that were yet to be answered. Questions like: would the boys be married by the time we moved back to the States? Where would they live? Would we have any grandchildren in 4 years? Would we like living in Germany? How would it feel to live in a country that doesn't have air conditioning, even though it gets well into the 90's during the summer? Would the Germans like us? What will it be like to live in a house without either of our kids?
It has been winter in our family...winter in that many things we knew before this season were going to die in a way; winter in the sense that part of our family life was going to become dormant for a season.
If I were to make a guess based on my friends' Facebook status updates, I'd say most people think winter is dark and dreary and makes them wish for the summer weather to return. A lot of people curse winter; some have even moved to Florida or Hawaii to avoid it. But given that we have to let go of some things in order to have room in our hands to receive new things, I think we should look at winter in a new way and maybe even consider welcoming it.
I enjoy winter. I love the snow and cooler temperatures. I love sleeping with the windows open and feeling the cool air around me as I'm tucked into a warm bed under a big, billowy comforter and surrounded by pillows. I seldom want to curl up in a blanket and snuggle to watch a movie in the summer (especially not in the south), but it's almost a daily desire in the winter. I love what winter brings: spicy scented candles (nobody burns a pumpkin pie candle in June); a whirlwind of seasonal decorations; hearty soups and stews; even different colored clothing and hair (have you ever noticed most winter clothes are darker and more muted in color--and that many women put blond in their hair during the summer but go dark for winter?). I love these things even though I don't necessarily want them all year long (although, after living in the south for 17 years, I'd like to experience a season other than summer from March-November!).
During the winter, things die off or become dormant: grass, flowers, plants, etc. But just because you can't see the flower's blooms, doesn't mean it's not under the surface, waiting for the right time to pop out of the ground and beautify your life again.
A few months after we left Georgia, we found out both boys would be making us grandparents just before spring arrives. Rhody and Emma are the newest bulbs in the Miller family garden. Some of the answers to our questions are growing and being answered much sooner than we expected. LOL Others are still a mystery.
Winter can be cold and hard, but winter is like challenging seasons in our lives; it precedes spring. Spring brings new life, new hope, and new promises. But you can't have spring without going through winter first. Some winters are mild, some are extreme. But don't curse the cold or get discouraged by the dormancy of the season; hang in there and try to enjoy the unique comforts of the winter. And even if this spring isn't exactly like last spring, that doesn't mean it won't be amazing.
Embrace winter.
I have finished my first term of college. I enjoyed the challenge (most of the time) and was intrigued by the subjects all the time. I took Elementary German and Intro to Psychology. I chose German because I knew it would benefit me while living here and because it met a requirement. I chose Psych because it's my major (I'm pretty sure I want to be a marriage/family therapist when I grow up) and knew the subject would pique my interest and confirm my vocational choice, or help me to realize I want to do something else.
I had a wonderful psych professor and her passion for the subject was clearly evident. Many days it seemed she had to pull herself back to keep from telling us more than we were ready for. The "science-y" subjects (the brain and how it works, neural impulses, vision, etc.) were interesting but the last few chapters were flat out fascinating to me. Those chapters were about personality, psychological disorders, therapies and social psychology. I wish we could've done them first and spent more time on them. The course covered many subjects that have interested me for years; things like social norms, collective cultures and how they compare to our individualistic culture, sexual orientations, critical thinking, and prejudice and discrimination.
I did very well on the first exam but quickly realized that keeping my newly earned A was harder than getting it. There were times I was tired of studying and memorizing and just wanted to relax. Spring fever hit about two weeks before the term ended and I realized the temptation for us to let our guard down (even if only a little) crosses into many areas of our lives.
We want something and we're willing to work to get it (good grade, girlfriend or boyfriend, spouse, different job, position, responsibility, new house), but pretty soon the new/excitement/glamor wears off and we realize just how much it takes to maintain what we've acquired. We don't really want to let ourselves (or anybody else) down but we're weary, sometimes even discouraged. And it's here that we have to encourage ourselves to stay focused on our goal and its priority. It's here the content of our character rises to the top and is unable to be washed over with our fancy words or efforts to deny it and present ourselves in the best light. And therein lies the struggle. In psychology, there's a theory known as the cognitive dissonance theory. We feel discomfort when our attitudes and behaviors aren't consistent, so we either change our behavior or we change our attitude. It's generally easier to change our attitude in an effort to make our behavior seem justifiable but deep down we know that's not OK. Its understandable, but it's not OK.
When you find yourself in that place...the place where you want to slow down, quit, rest, give up, or are just tempted to lose hope and give a little less than your best; don't. Don't decide it's not worth the effort. Don't decide to fudge a little. Don't choose to change your attitude toward what you're working for and assign it less value. Keep on keeping on, even if you're baby-stepping your way toward your goal. Why? Because finishing well is rewarding, not to mention empowering. And because regrets are hard to live with.
Talent may get you there but character keeps you there.
ROUND ONE!
When we found out we were moving to Germany, I knew big changes were coming. I knew our family would never be the same again; not in a bad way, just that major evolutionary changes were on the horizon. Little did I know, nearly ten months (at the time of this writing) and two grandbabies on their way later, and voila! The changes are here!
ROUND TWO!
I'm making my way around yet another corner. That's right, you're about to witness my foray into the world of higher education. After a 25 year hiatus.
I'm taking two classes this term: German and Intro to Psych. I need a foreign language credit, so why not now? It'll help me navigate my way through Germany as well as meet a requirement for my degree. I love efficiency. I chose to take Psych because it's a subject I'm interested in.
Today was a day of firsts. The first day of the week. The first day of the month. My first day of college(!). The first time I sat in a classroom and *didn't* have to spell, pronounce or otherwise clarify my last name to a teacher. (Last time I was in school, my surname was McElyea. It wasn't a bad last name, but let's be real: you write Miller and there's no question as to how it's pronounced. Ah, it's the little things in life...LOL)
I like my professor. Her expertise and experience are quite impressive. And I realized that my life isn't going to be the same again. Starting today, and continuing for a long, long time, I will be a student. Hello, homework; goodbye, life!
I feel about going to college the same way I felt about moving to Germany: I am excited about the new opportunity, nervous about the unknown, and keenly aware that things will never be the same again. That's not to say they won't be good. But I hope I embrace the opportunity to further my education as easily and with as much zeal as I have embraced the incredible opportunity to live in Europe.
Stay tuned.
Well, I hadn't figured out how I was going to post my announcement before another post-worthy announcement came along. As often happens in our family, we have to start our story with "see, what had happened was..."
When Moose and I were in Pisa last month, I saw a cute toddler-sized t-shirt at one of the souvenir stands. The thought occurred to me that someday we'll have grandchildren and it'd be really cool if we bought things for them while we're in Europe...starting with a red t-shirt (suitable for a boy or girl) with a picture of Snoopy and Woodstock trying to straighten the leaning tower with Italian and American writing on it. After debating it the first two days I was there, I could not shake the feeling that I needed to get a t-shirt. I knew I'd regret it if I didn't. My thought was that the first grandchild could wear it and pass it along to the others. I planned to post a picture of the shirt on here but accidentally included it in the package I sent to the boys. I've been waiting for Drew to take a pic of the shirt and email it to me so I could include it in my Pisa post and photos.
But apparently I had my ESPN turned on because Drew's girlfriend Ciera is pregnant. She's due late February/early March, so I decided to call the baby Love Bug until/if we find out which variety of grandbaby we're getting. They tried to say I jinxed them by buying that t-shirt, but after doing the math, they were already pregnant when I bought the shirt. Ha! Finally something that can't be blamed on me! LOL
And tonight I got a text from Ryan. Here's how the convo went down:
Ryan: mom
me: Yes?
Ryan: wanna hear something funny?
me: Yep
Ryan: drew's gonna be an uncle
Yes, we are expecting TWO grandbabies in the spring.
My boys have always referred to themselves as 'the first two punks'; after seeing all the adorable girl clothing and shoes (and accessories) in the stores, here's hoping one of those mini-punks is a punkette.
I had formulated a blog post in my head that consisted of writing to Love Bug to proclaim my love and excitement over his/her existence. But now I have another love bug to write to/about but I don't have an appropriate nickname for him/her. We used to call the boys Thing 1 and Thing 2 (from the Dr. Seuss books), and Moose suggested calling the babies Thing 1 and 2 after their dads, but since Thing 2 is having Grand Thing 1, and Thing 1 is having Grand Thing 2, I think that'd be too confusing.
But what has been decided are our grandparent names. He's Papa Moose and I'm GeeGee. Or should I spell it GG? Or GiGi? Anyway, there you have it. Our babies are having babies. And although their circumstances aren't ideal, we are very excited about these precious gifts.
There were so many to choose from it was hard to pick one, but I finally managed.
I don't like the ocean that much; something about getting sand in my car, my hair and my butt crack just irritates me to no end. The beach is not so fun that I want to carry it with me for the next several days (in the car), or spend half an hour rinsing it off my scalp or out of...never mind. But lying on a float in the pool and soaking up some rays relaxes me like little else can, especially when it's quiet and I can hear the birds singing and talking to whomever cares to listen. It's here that my problems become smaller and God becomes bigger. Here is where I slow my roll long enough to catch my breath and enjoy the beauty of creation. And this is where I get the most clarity regarding life and faith, as well as the refreshment I need to feel charged up enough to get back to reality.
I don't know if it was the last thing I won, but I won the squadron chili cook-off when we lived in Georgia the first time. I got a certificate and Moose got a day off work.
Debt. Does anybody remember that show? I don't think it was on long but I liked it because if you made it to the final round, you could pick any TV show or movie you wanted to be asked a question about. And since the amount of your debt was the amount you'd win, I knew I'd be debt free by the end of the show. I always said I'd pick the TV show Friends because, to borrow a phrase from Forrest Gump, I know everything there is to know about Friends. I've seen all the episodes at least once and watch the reruns when they're on. Well, I used to, anyway. I don't watch any regular TV here in Germany; any TV I watch is off the internet. Thank God for Hulu. Friends was the show I could count on to make me laugh and forget everything around me for 30 minutes at a time. Well, except for the season Rachel was pregnant. That season was flat out stupid. My favorite episode? When they had the 'game show' to see whether the guys knew the girls better or vice versa, and the girls bet (and subsequently lost) their apartment.
I think joy is intentional. I also think it's related to peace, as well as happiness.
Joy is intentional.
There are a million reasons to become upset, hurt, angry, bitter, and depressed in life. People will spitefully use you, maliciously hurt you, take advantage of you, and sometimes even blame you for their own self-destruction. Money won't always be your BFF; neither will your health. And possibly not even a job.
But you can intentionally seek reasons to be joyful.
Christians are supposed to have a hope in Christ, but I know some atheist, agnostic, and humanist friends who are more hopeful during trying times than some of the Christians I know. And we all know someone who is negative about everything, no matter what's going on in his life. You know who I'm talking about: the person you're afraid to ask how things are going because you know he's actually going to tell you. I know a woman who is so negative, that on the occasions when I bump into her, I walk away feeling verbally assaulted with all of her negativity and dissatisfaction with everything around her. And to make it worse, she's a topper. So if she's having it bad, her bad is worse than any bad anyone else has ever had. And her great times are superior to everyone else's as well, although they're few and far in between. It's hard for me to be any kind of friend to this gal because it doesn't seem like she wants to be happy, and I'm a fixer by nature.
Joy is related to peace.
Intentionally looking for reasons to be joyful often brings me around to re-examining my core beliefs and ultimately, I find peace.
I am an eternally optimist person. One of my deeply held beliefs is that things work out well in the end. When things aren't looking good, I'm convinced it's not the end. I'm still sitting in my seat, waiting for the fat lady to sing.
I've navigated my fair share of life's hardships. And I can honestly tell you that through all of them, I have believed that some how, some way, at some point, things will make sense and they'll work out for the best. Now, that 'best' isn't always what I thought was best, but I've always been able to look back on a situation or season after it was over and see that what it ended up looking like was indeed, for the best. Including the two-month marriage to my physically abusive ex-husband, as well as the ensuing two years it took me to legally get him out of my life. It was a pretty rough season in my life, but when I look back on that tumultuous time, I can definitively say I never felt alone. And that's a peace that brings joy.
Let's take off that Garment of Grumpiness and go find some joy. Cause our Daddy loves us like no other and despite how we might "feel", that actually means something. And let's not trust our emotions all the time; they have a tendency to take off and when they do, we don't want to be on board.
Eva
There once was a woman who was sitting in her kitchen with a guest, chatting and sippin' on iced, sweet tea. After a while, the hostess suddenly smacked her guest on back of the hand. The guest began to howl claims of disbelief and pain. She went home, wailing to anyone who would listen about what a terrible person the hostess was.
The end.
Sucky story, huh? I thought so, too.
At first, it's easy to think wow, that hostess is something else.
But shouldn't we instead wonder:
Why did the hostess smack her guest's hand?
What did the guest *do* to warrant getting smacked?
I think we should.
The "no boundary = no fault" attitude that's becoming increasingly prevalent really gets my panties in a bunch more than almost anything else I can think of. More than I can tolerate without speaking up. This isn't about a specific person or situation; I'm talking about an entitlement mentality that's making its way across the planet. And it's destroying relationships in its wake.
People who are generally without boundaries in their life often have something in common with one another (aside from the 'no boundaries' philosophy): they rarely have any fault or morsel of responsibility in all previously failed or strained relationships, be they of the marriage, parenting or friendship type.
Coincidence?
I don't think so.
I think this happens because they'd rather hide behind a false pretense than face their weaknesses, insecurities or admit their own lack of integrity.
I think some of them think it's about who did more 'wrong' in a specific situation. But it's not. It's actually about owning 100% of your part...even if that part is only 2%. Because if you deny your 2%, it gets magnified. Truth won't be mocked; it always comes out.
A person's lack of boundaries does not entitle him or her to do or say whatever he or she wants without suffering consequences. If I invite a gal over to my house for dinner, she doesn't just get to help herself to the cookies in the jar on the counter. (I'm speaking metaphorically, of course; we all know I detest baking...if I even *had* a cookie jar, it'd probably contain individually wrapped Oatmeal Creme Pies.)
There are two ways to handle a situation like this. One way is
to ignore it and hope it goes away on its own. This isn't really a
viable option because it leaves the ignorer feeling disrespected
while the offender remains ignorant.
The second way to handle it is to care enough to
confront. While it might really suck to have to talk about something
that could hurt feelings or cause moments of awkwardness, it
solves a couple things in the long run. Either the offender will find someone else's space to invade and assault (and is thereby no longer your problem), or you will cause the
offender to rethink her behavior, and provide her with an opportunity for
much-needed growth.
I will most certainly (albeit metaphorically) smack the back of her hand. And if she feigns shock and awe when I call her on it and put her back in her place, I'm OK with that. Unbalanced relationships with unrealistic expectations aren't something I'm interested in being a part of. Most other people aren't, either, from the data I've gathered.
If you confront and lose a relationship, so be it. But you have to be your own advocate if you want your boundaries respected and maintained. If good fences make good neighbors, then boundaries make good relationships.
Give some thought to yours.
There are a few topics I've been planning to write about and mentoring is one of them, but I wasn't sure how I wanted to broach the subject. The church we've been visiting has a Bible study for women and I accepted the invitation to participate even before I knew the subject of this session's study. I was pretty excited because mentoring is a huge passion of mine. Since we've been discussing it the last few weeks, it seems that now is the time to share some of my thoughts about mentoring.
It's easy to feel alone on our journey through life, and being able to talk to someone who has gone before you is not only comforting, it can be helpful if they're willing to share what they've learned along the way. But you have to be willing to be open, and maybe even change a belief or two. Or twelve.
Most people have a mentor whether they're aware of it or not. Mentors aren't necessarily all-encompassing on life's issues. Many times a mentor is simply a guide for a particular area or season. Some women have mentored me in the area of parenting, others have been mentors for my role as a wife, and others mentored me when I was homeschooling our boys. At one point, I had a mentor who sat down with me each week and asked me several accountability questions, in addition to letting me ask her questions I had about life and faith. I even had a grandparent mentor in Georgia. Moose and I were privy to be friends with a very wise couple whose relationship with their children and grandchildren we *deeply* admire. We took good mental notes and will intentionally imitate some of the things we watched them do with the express hope of reaping some of the results that manifested in their lives/relationships with their kids and grands.
Who is a mentor? Anyone you ever go to for advice or opinion is a type of mentor to you. Obviously you think they may know or see something you don't, otherwise you wouldn't seek them out, right? But do the people you go to for advice propel you forward?
Training is at the core of mentoring/discipleship, so as a parent, I mentored my boys even though they didn't always want or accept my training, leading, guiding or instruction/advice. Ryan has told me several times that he realizes how right I've been about many of the things I've told him through the years. He's also told me how really annoying this is to him. LOL. Sidebar: I don't understand why he can't embrace and appreciate the fact that his mom knows a thing or two about life that can help him avoid potential heartache and pitfalls. I mean, there's no point in both of us paying for therapy, RIGHT?! Anyway...
Since everybody goes to somebody for advice, my question is: what qualifies a person to be your mentor? Are her kids older than yours and you know her mom-experience will give you new tools to use when training your own kids? Does he have a really solid relationship with his wife and you have a desire to fortify your own marriage? Has she been in an abusive relationship so she's able to understand your struggle to break free from a destructive association and move forward without any shackles? Does she have confidence you wish you had and you want to know where it comes from? Has he taken a strong stand that came with a high price, such as losing his job, or the acceptance of his friends? Or do you seek advice from anybody who'll lend you their ear? It's been said "more is caught than taught". Think about what you've caught and ask yourself if you need to make a more concerted effort to be trained and aimed. Training is the act of intentionally teaching knowledge and practical how-to; being aimed is about learning to use your powers for good.
If you've shied away from being a mentor because you don't think you're qualified, think again. If you've ever opened your mouth to give an opinion or advice, you obviously felt qualified. (Hopefully if you knew you weren't, you kept your lip zipped. hee hee) Mentoring isn't about bossing somebody around or telling them how to run their life. Sometimes asking questions so the other person can evaluate things and draw their own conclusions does as much to train, teach, guide and lead than any amount of blatant instruction can do.
So to sum up:
Having a mentor is beneficial.
Don't be stingy, be a sieve; share what you've learned (from life and your mentor) with someone else.
Be discreet. Everybody needs a safety zone. And nobody likes a blabbermouth.
Withhold judgment. People need a soft place to fall.
I'll share more thoughts as the study progresses.
By chance can any of you tell me why the itch to write hits me at 1 am? What's up with that? I prefer that writer's block hit me during the hours of 11pm-7am. Can I work out a trade? :D
Patience is a great character trait to possess. I've personally never been accused of having any. LOL
But there is a type of patience that doesn't have quite as much to do with different personality bends, tendencies or temperaments. I'm referring to the patience that carries our faith during rough times, and to be honest, I think we need to shift some of our focus toward developing this fruit of the spirit within ourselves.
When we're in dire straits, it's tempting to think God has stopped caring about us, abandoned and forgotten us. And the reason we think those things is because we assume (and often consequently believe) He's like us and gets annoyed with us like we do with each other and ourselves. I've said it before and I'll say it again: God's love isn't like our love. And if we'd get a strong grasp on the reality that God's love for us is pure and without blemish or imperfections, not to mention unconditional, we'd be different people. Less insecure, greedy, and angry; more generous, forgiving, and merciful. Because when we believe there's plenty to go around, we're more apt to be a conduit than a dam.
But what about the development of our faith? Do we want to be solid, unwavering followers of Christ whose belief and understanding of the character of God serves as a steadfast anchor that carries our faith to the other side of tough situations, confusing circumstances and challenges? And if our answer is yes, what do we think it takes to arrive at that kind of faith?
Finish this sentence: "when the going gets tough, the tough _______________." How we finish the sentence is what separates the men from the boys. This is where the rubber meets the road. Now my theories and beliefs aren't pie-in-the-sky anymore; they're ham-where-I-am. It's here we discover whether we've got big girl panties on or if we need a diaper change. And it's OK if we need a diaper change; diapers are necessary for a season. But do we want to stay in diapers forever? Do we really want to have somebody else cleaning us off or do we want to mature, become a little more independent, and go forward on our own?
If we want to continue growing, how do we develop this kind of patience that perseveres through the dark times? You're not going to like my answer. By going through it. Joyce Meyer said it best: "You've got to go through to get through; there are no drive-thru breakthroughs."
I don't think God needs any more weekend warriors; I think He needs some folks who are willing to dot their I's and cross their T's, some folks who are willing to get a Wal-Mart spanking if that's what it takes to bring Him glory, some folks who are willing to work through things instead of just curling up in the fetal position and checking out of life (even though that's what we all want to do).
Joseph (coat of many colors Joseph) didn't have a dream about ruling over Egypt one night and wake up with that authority the next morning. David wasn't anointed on Friday and and then turn around and plant his blessed assurance on the throne first thing Monday morning. There was some stuff that happened between dreaming about ruling and actually ruling. Some really awful, unfair, heart-breaking kind of stuff. And like Joseph, David faced some serious opposition after being anointed King and before taking over the throne. In fact, David was living in the King's palace when the current King tried to kill him by throwing his spear at him--more than once--knowing David was already chosen by God to be king!
I propose that when spears are being tossed our way, we gather up the guts to employ David's response to the king's attempts to snuff out his life: duck and keep going. Or take Joseph's stand and choose to serve the people around us even though unfair circumstances took us to a place we never deserved or wanted. And when the people we served forget about us after we've been instrumental in helping them gain their freedom (and they will), let's not stop to point out the injustice of the situation, complain to the Manager, go on strike, plot revenge, cop a bad attitude or justify our bitterness as a proper response to the situation. Let's go back to serving the people around us and stay on course because in the end, we really want to be found faithful. Other people don't answer for us and we don't answer for them.
When I think about the people I admire most, the people whom I consider to be strong, wise, and who possess the fortitude to face hard times with confidence in God without wavering in their faith, their common denominator is that they're people who've been through the wringer and came out better for having let patience carry their faith to the other side. They didn't give up. They didn't give in. They didn't succumb to apathy. Neither should I. And neither should you.
Stand strong.
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The peace sign is often associated with the 70s and/or hippies, but peace isn't just some hippie ideal. At least, it shouldn't be. People try to manufacture peace, either for themselves or for others. Info-mercials promise better rest, better air quality, more money, a better body, etc, so we can have peaceful lives. Politicians promise to change the government, laws, and administration so we can have peace in the world. But you and I both know synthetic peace is a poor substitute for the real thing. Besides, you can't give what you don't have.
Peace doesn't mean lack of noise, war, hatred, etc. We'll never eradicate those things from this world, but does that mean we shouldn't pursue/promote it? In the words of Balki Bartokomous: "Of course not, don't be ridiculous." Should we consider a paradigm shift regarding peace and its role in our lives? Absolutely.
I believe the real thing should and can reside within us.
In John 14 (the message), Jesus said:
The NIV reads this way:
But the Counselor, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you. 27Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
I used to spend a lot of time worrying. And I was good at it, too; I not only worried about the stuff I couldn't control, I worried about the stuff I could control. But the more I read my Bible and meditated on what Jesus had to say, the more I realized I was starting to resemble the double minded man referred to in the book of James. I was going to church, saying the right things and singing the right songs, but I wouldn't have recognized peace if it walked up and slapped me across the face.
At one point, after I'd spent a fair amount of time praying (which, in this case, is code for complaining to God that He wasn't fixing things in my life fast enough or good enough to suit me), this question popped into my head: do I believe what He said more than I believe my emotions and what I'm able to see? Ouch. Yikes.
Mistrust is the enemy of peace. It's that simple. If we don't trust God when He says He loves us like no other can, and believe that He's always working for and with us, we'll never experience true peace. And we'll continue to seek and chase something that is isn't hiding or running from us. Peace isn't the absence of war, uncertainty or problems. It's the trust that your Creator has your back and is big enough to take care of things in ways you never imagined possible.
Today's all-skate question: what have you been trying to fix yourself instead of peacefully putting it down to let God handle?
There are so many directions I could've gone with this blog carnival topic, it was hard to make a choice. Mine is one of many posts on the subject today; please click on the hyperlink above to read other posts. I'm sure they'll challenge and comfort you.
Dear Jack,
Our time together has come to an end, and I want to tell you what a great car you've been. I will miss you, Jack. You've been reliable and I appreciate reliability. You are sexy, too, and I appreciate sleek, sexy cars. In fact, I'm convinced I was sexy simply because I drove you because sexiness just seemed to ooze out of you. I appreciate the teamwork and your helpful attitude over the last 2 1/2 years, too. Thanks for the times you reminded me that you were thirsty (even if you only wanted premium fuel), you needed an oil change, the headlights were still on, or that my passenger hadn't buckled his/her seat belt. Thanks for locking the doors behind me when I left them unlocked.
Some of my fondest memories of you include:
Driving around town together with the sun roof open to let in the fresh air and Georgia sunshine.
The way your heated seats warmed my tushie on the few cold days that Georgia gets each year.
The quick way you'd pick up speed when I was in a hurry. You never let me down, dude. Never.
Your incredible, thumping stereo. You made even ME sound good when I sang with Mac Powell and Freddie Mercury.
Driving on the interstate with you. 90 mph in an Acura feels remarkably smooth.
I hope your new owner treats you well, as I know you'll be good to him or her. Best wishes, Jack. You were the best, most fun 40K miles I've ever put on a car and I'll always think fondly of our trips to Florida, Louisiana and Tennessee because you safely got me to and from the people I love.
You'll be the standard by which I measure all of my future cars. Perhaps someday I'll again drive an Acura.
Peace out, Jack.
PS: I'm really sorry about that time I said the TL Sport was sexier than you. I didn't mean it.
Love,
Eva
Bridget is hosting today's blog carnival. It's open to everyone; if you want to participate, go to her page and leave a comment with a link to your blog after you've posted your entry.
Love is the most powerful force in the universe. And from where I'm sitting, it seems there are 3 categories of 'love' we experience most often.
Casual - This is the kind of love we hear and see the most yet it has the shallowest meaning. It's never meant in a deep, committed, or sacrificial kind of way.
"I love those shoes."
"I love your hair."
"I love to play golf."
"I love that song."
Casual love doesn't require us to do anything. We can use the word love to describe our feelings and not suffer any consequences when we change our mind. If you don't love those shoes any more, you just stop wearing them. Nobody cares and you won't be held accountable.
Convenient - This is pretty straight-forward; as long as it's working, we love it.
I used to say I loved Arby's fast food until I lived in Wichita Falls,
Texas. The only store in the city was located at the
bottom of an exit off the freeway, didn't have a drive-thru and only
took cash; no checks or debit cards. You had to really want Arby's to
go there. After a few times of spending 30 minutes of my busy life trying to find a parking
spot, walking inside and waiting in line, followed by sitting in traffic to get back on the freeway, I
realized I didn't really love Arby's as much as I thought or claimed. The hassle wasn't worth the reward.
Sometimes it's convenient to love someone we think we can get something from...whether it's an inheritance, something he/she can do or provide that propels us forward at work, or gives us leverage, position, status or power.
This type of love has hurt me the most personally. Discovering I was convenient to love (and subsequently stop loving) cuts me deeper than being loved casually or conditionally for some reason and leaves me feeling like I've been sucker punched.
Conditional - This is closely related to convenient love but this is typically based on our performance (or lack thereof).
"You obviously don't have what it takes to be with someone like me"
"You called a few times but did you ever come over or offer to help financially?"
"If you can't try to understand me or what I need, then maybe we don't have anything worth fighting to save."
Since no one is able to perform the right way all the time, this type of love is extremely frustrating and typically unfair. It's pretty easy to spot though, because it doesn't take long to rear its ugly head.
Much of the time people who are love casually, conveniently or conditionally aren't even aware of it.
But there is another kind of love. And it also starts with a C.
It's Christ's love. But His love isn't anything like the ones I listed previously. In fact, His love is the polar opposite because there's nothing casual, convenient, or conditional about His love for humanity. He's committed to us. He's all in. He's true blue.
But I think we sometimes try to put His love in the first three categories because we have a hard time grasping it. If I don't love you unconditionally, it's pretty easy for me to assume that God doesn't love me unconditionally, either. But that's so wrong...
If you have only experienced the first three types of love I listed, please hear me: God has crazy love for us and it's not affected by our performance, lack of faith, mistakes/failures, accolades we've received, our ability to study/teach His text, or make money.
He loves us because we exist.
And anyone who tells you otherwise is lying to you.
my never-ending battle
My 411
- Eva M.
- After struggling to fit into the proverbial round hole, I figured it was more honest to embrace the natural facets of my personality: passion for God and people, off-the-wall logic and a twisted sense of humor.
I'm an Air Force wife and former homeschool mom who writes about people and relationships, my faith, and my family. I love my crazy, beautiful, mosaic life...and coffee.