things that make you go hmmmmmm........

A. W. Tozer:

A generation of Christians reared among push buttons and automatic machines is impatient of slower and less direct methods of reaching their goals. We have been trying to apply machine-age methods to our relations with God. We read our chapter, have our short devotions, and rush away, hoping to make up for our deep inward bankruptcy by attending another gospel meeting or listening to another thrilling story told by a religious adventurer lately returned from afar. The tragic results of this spirit are all about us. Shallow lives, hollow religious philosophies, the preponderance of the element of fun in gospel meetings, the glorification of men, trust in religious externalities, quasi-religious fellowships, salesmanship methods, the mistaking of dynamic personality for the power of the Spirit; these and such as these are the symptoms of an evil disease, a deep and serious malady of the soul.

anticipation - fasting moment 3

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so last night i craved...no i CRAVED...i LONGED...i HUNGERED for a jr whopper with cheese, fries and a dr. pepper. the last bit of my self control was extended to make it home without stopping...without caving in to these stupid flesh/body desires for stuff that isn't good in the first place and serves no other purpose than to cause me to salivate all the more after eating creating a further desire later on and a need for another "fix" in the future.

but i wanted REAL bad. i felt like i was jonesing (need a translation? check out http://www.urbandictionary.com/). slight exaggeration? yes. and no.

i came home somewhat hyper (another post perhaps about breakthrough and deliverance and overcoming) but aware of how many days were left. days left till i could eat fast food. and days left till i could really sit down and dive into a good old steak. sure on my off days through this fast i can eat meat, but i've been very aware of my meat choices and eat them for substance over the past week or so rather than for enjoyment. i'm trying to abstain. to learn something.

so friends are coming in from out of town and i, all day today, have been imagining going out and eating a nice meal without thought about what day it is. is this my meat day or my non-meat day? about driving up whenever i want and wherever i want and ordering from that gunk infested, artery-plugging, heart-attack-waiting-to-happen menu.

let's face it i have a plan to gorge. a plan for gluttony (a plan for sin then, perhaps?)

and then i go to wondering again. do i live with this kind of anticipation and appreciation for God? do i sit and think about what He is going to do for me; how "juicy" are His plans for my life? do i look forward to "digesting" His word with others; to breaking the "Bread of Life" in fellowship with others?

you know honestly, i don't. i look for God to screw it up. i'm like a sitting duck waiting for Him to get it wrong. i'm waiting to see if He will really carry through with His promises? will it really be okay in the end? does He really love me no matter what?

oh i say that i believe that. i tell you that i believe that. but i don't live in anticipation of God. i live in fear that life is bigger than Him.

and i don't think i'm alone. i'm not the only duck in the pond.

i wonder what my view would be if i actually got out of the pond. maybe flew with a few others over the pond.

wonder what i might see? wonder if i'd learn to long for more...more of anything He'd give...because somewhere under that spiritual fat i really do believe He's worth anticipating.

frequency - fasting moments 2

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so for the past several days i've opted off of meat and fast food. just an every other day thing on the meat. and just for two weeks on the fast food. nothing that i can't live without. but funny how suddenly when we tell our ourselves, especially our body.... when we deny ourselves something that before could so easily and quickly be within our grasp...in our control...well, suddenly we find ourselves thinking about quite frequently.

it's the proverbial reverse psychology we like to use with small children. i can't have it therefore i want it. now my days without meat, i am constantly aware that i am not having meat. i live those days with this acute, mostly subtle, awareness that i am depriving (word used very lightly here) myself of something. i pass burger king's (best jr whoppers) and mcdonald's (oh, their fries - especially when hot out of the greaser and freshly salted and slight undercooked) and am reminded instantly of what i am missing out on (a distorted reality when one considers that i am also missing out on extra poundage and gunk on my arteries).

so the thought is: how often do i spend my days living unaware of the spiritual things going on around me? am i aware this much during the day of Christ? does His presence get through the gunk on my "spiritual" arteries? how many times do i pass a sunset, a rain storm, or a person unaware of God?

what would change if i lived with a constant awareness of God? how would my interactions with others be different if i sensed His presence?

and better yet, what am i lacking because i am spend my days unaware of the lack of His presence in my life?

i created this awareness of meat and fast food. i set myself up to become aware of it.

so what would need to change in my life to create - to set myself up to be aware of the spiritual things of life?

fast food moments - fasting post 1

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last night i had a craving. i was hungry. for what? for nothing in particular. i had eaten lunch and dinner - good and well - so what was it my body longed for? not sure, but off staci and i went to sonic. she, a sonic expertise, was thrilled to take me to sonic for my first experience. and i was well prepared to find something tasty and good and fast and fried.

as we pulled up behind the suv ordering (which we mused that it would be quite fun to holler out the amount of calories or hours of exercise needed to burn calories consumed for everything he was ordering) i realized that i couldn't eat anything. no fast food. drinks yes, but no food. amazingly i wasn't that disappointed. i found myself a fun shake and went merrily home just the same.

but it made me wonder how often i live life just like that. i want. i go. i get. how often do i live moment to moment, craving to craving, filling to filling? we live like two year olds with ADHD. moving flitlessly from shiny object to shiny object. what if i quit moving so fast? slowed down. made choices based on the slow, but sure movement of time. what would i see? what am i missing darting here and there after this and that? filled but lacking nevertheless.

i wonder if this was part of what Jesus was getting at when He told the disciples who had tried to release a demon possessed boy that "this kind can only come out only by prayer". prayer forces us to stop. forces us to look somewhere else besides at everything else around us. forces us to see what we need amidst all that we have. forces us to acknowledge our reliance on us.

maybe that is part of why fasting is good. we become conscious of our actions. the daily things we do, that we need - even like food - but are so engrossed in and by them that the Bread of Life, the One with water that causes you to never thirst again, is forgotten. and here in the forgotten things we find what we remembered all along. what is true to our original souls.

DO NOT COMMENT

so i'm fasting and i hate to put this out there b/c Jesus tells us not to draw attention to ourselves. my fast is not one without food, but rather from some specific things. things i've become accustomed to. things to easy to fill my life up with. things like tv and movies and noise and fast food (instant gratification) and meat every other day when i can get it anytime i want.

my reason for fasting? i seek an answer. i seek a peace. so what draws me to the blog is to process some of those things i think and feel as i go through this process. i would ask that you not comment on these posts. read them and leave hopefully with something that draws you closer to the answer you seek which can only be found in Christ.

dead man walking

each year this month marches on
day gives way to the next day
sun makes room for moon
and moon slides over for sun
time passes and i'd forget
except for her voice
so similar to mine i forget
she is not me and i am not her
reality sets in, sinking stone
that shatters the illusion of conjoined twins
we are not one, but two
two siblings separated by blood that ties

she sees him in places i walk right by
she holds pieces of him each night
at bedtime as almost grown men
bend to say goodnight to her
and my womb lies silent,
no song of his to sing to me in the early morning light

she can fathom his voice amidst
the den of noise from those who claim her as their own
she can fathom a look, a touch
that might fit well with graduation,
or birthdays, weddings or funerals
the month marches forward and she honors him
with memories and thoughts and
i forget what i do not remember

but am forever reminded
she is not me and i am not her
conjoined we can never be
despite the thickness of the blood

for she can see the dead man walking
and i am but a blind girl that forgets to look

fraud

as if I have the answers, they come
as if i, childless and barren, possess wisdom of old souls.
like grandmothers on porches swinging with the rhythmic voice of time
can offer tested principles of life that has flowed within and without
from my innermost places. no heart beat has ever
beat against my abdomen; there is no knowledge
that has been imparted that lets me answer life’s complexities.

and inside i’m tested and torn, ragged clothes not fit for the pauper’s son
if he had one. if we pulled the blinds back
i’d be exposed, poor and undone, like mismatched socks i am.
the landscaped front belies the disheveled rooms.
and still they come, driving by to admire what they perceive to be

and only i seem to see the truth
i am but a scared child, lost with no map
living off instinct.

A little treasure

i love old books. the way they smell. the texture of their pages. their binding. i find them fascinating. they tell stories not on their pages. who read them before me? what great cities or small fields have they traveled to? recently i was given some old books. i believe by my father. one is an interesting little treasure. it's called God's Minute, A book of 365 Daily Prayers, Sixty Seconds long For Home Worship.

each day of the year has a prayer written by "365 Eminent Clergymen and Laymen." i don't know what qualifies one as eminent or how one becomes one of the 365 such eminent people. its copyright date is 1916.

today while cleaning my office i found this book again and read the first three days. i thought i would share the prayer from january 1.

Open to me the gates of righteousness: i will go in to them, and I will praise the Lord.
- Psalm 118:19

Our Heavenly Father, we pause at the opening of this day to place ourselves in harmony with Thy great plans. We know that it is unwise and sinful to oppose or attempt to hinder Thy purposes. Hear our humble appeal for Divine wisdom, for spiritual sensitiveness to Thy messages, for broader views of our duty, and for the peace of God which fills the soul when working in full harmony with Tee. Let each of these blessings be given to all whom we love. Incline them to stop and pray - to watch and act, under the impulses which come from Heaven. Make known Thy love and law to all people in all lands, and hasten the ear when all mankind shall accept the teachings of Thy Son, and of the Holy Prophets, and thus in sincere agreement live in peace with all, and in full obedience and devoting to Thy Holy Will. We ask these great blessing in the Name of our Lord Jesus, Thy Son, and our Redeemer. Amen.

Russel H. Conwell, D.D., Philadelphia, PA

just a few questions to ponder perhaps:

• am i in harmony with God's great plans? or am i seeking my great schemes?
• do i see God's plans as great? or do i view His will as a burdensome weights i must carry?
• how often am i asking God for His wisdom? how often am i trying to live life relying on my knowledge and know how?
• how broad is my view of my duty? do i really get a glimpse of what God requires?
• am i bound by what i can see, feel and touch? do i allow God to be God and move in ways that are beyond my comprehension?
• do i have the peace of God? do i understand that the peace of God might be connected to my obedience/my harmony with His will?
• is my view of the mercies of God extending to "all people in all lands"? or do i wait with expectancy for God's judgement on the wicked unaware that without His grace i too am naught but wicked?
• do i get that knowledge and acceptance of the Son affects my "peace with all"? or am i looking only at how others treat me?

what prayer should we know offer for this new year in light of this one man's prayer from almost 100 years ago?

The Fat Girl's Guide to Life

Am almost to the end of this book. Got in North Carolina at really cool bookstore. You bring your books in; they tell you what they will give you for them. You get store credit and go purchase other used books. It's a great idea and they had so much variety - it was huge.

This book is awesome!!!! Every fat girl i.e. if you are over the size 12 or overweight for your size you should have this on your bookshelf.

baking cookies

this has become a "aunt jessica" tradition. i'm usually on top of this; i'm usually chopping at the bit to make my few dozen cookies. i don't know this year i just wasn't as pumped. guess i figure the kids are getting "too old" for this little tradition.

every year at thanksgiving and/or christmas and well just about anytime i stayed with the kids or them with me we baked cookies. it was never really about the cookies. it was something we could do togehter. make a mess. eat 1/2 the dough.

so this year, robert wants cookies. wants to go to wal-mart b/c i've failed in my auntly duties. needs me to make cookies.

so this time i made them. it's the first year i've made cookies solo. but each of the kids wanted them. and of course at least one of them wanted to eat the dough with me.

we laugh. when robert is married i'll show up at his door with cookie fixin's and ask his wife if i can come in to make cookies for my little (6' 1") nephew.

thanksgiving family traditions

i had forgotten what playing games with my family is like.

LOUD

not actually sure that even accurately describes the scene. we're all talking. we're all competitive. we hate losing. we're impatient. we all have opinions, which oddly enough rarely have anything to do with the game. in fact i'm not sure how much attention we are paying to any one thing considering we are focusing on the next word to play in Scrabble that will earn both a triple score and block the next player, "encouraging", in our ever so subtle way, the next person to hurry up and take their turn, and espousing what we not only think but know to be true on Kelly Clarkston's talent or lack thereof, immigration laws, and child rearing.

i'm surprised that we are able to complete any one game or do so without bodily harm done to someone.

perhaps we "survive" our odd, wacky time at the dinner and game table, b/c someone is always laughing, about to laugh, or recovering from laughing.

it's our antidote to a very critical undercurrent that exist in our family. i think it (the critical part) might be hereditary and at times reason enough to not procreate, thus adding to the future genetic pool. the world doesn't need more critical people. it needs more people hoping. or so my idealistic self believes.

but reality is harsh. the world we live in, that my niece and nephews, are on the verge of entering (funny how we say that as if they aren't dealing with life's complexity now) is somewhat depressing. my niece's friends pose pictures of themselves on My Space, that if not pornographic are at the very least suggestive. girls lost in this idea that being sexy is the same as sexuality. that one can not be sexual unless one is involved in sex or able to demonstrate a knowledge of sexy.

this knowledge without understanding frightens me. sex without sexuality. sex without the soul. sex that involves physical moving parts misses the make up of the whole person. it misses the image of God. and in that missing of what is truth, we devalue others. we devalue ourselves. and it's as if the whole world becomes devalued and we are oblivious, drugged by the idea that we are in control. clueless to how the whole is connected to the little bitty day to day choices about how we see ourselves and our choices.

and i ramble but all this amidst a family of critical thinkers, members with their brains turned on and it is staggering. it's staggering on a personal level b/c i wonder sometimes if i or us will ever be good enough? is it ever good enough? the taking out the dishes...the loading them up....is there a better way? responding in irritation...does that make me less Christian...less good...less valued? it's down right overwhelming on a bigger level, b/c the world isn't good enough and it doesn't have enough to offer and it so often gives us less for more and it will never be - void Christ - what it should be, could be.

and then i look around at their faces - mom, dad, sister, brother (in-law), niece and both nephews. depending on whose been snapped at to hurry up and take their turn or whose been the butt of our piercing jokes or whose just been given a back rub or told they are their aunt or poppa's heart and soul or whose witting comeback has all reeling, you'll see faces that tell a story.

stories of kids who threw rocks at a dentist's window outside school. this same dentist now has a "kids get lost" sign as a result. stories of kids who stood up for themselves and say "no more" to the bully at school. stories of breast cancer survived. stories of being thin, then fat and now losing. stories of parents who failed to do what they should have done.

see we have history. and that history makes us laugh. and i believe that history is what gives us hope despite what we can so easily criticize and tear apart. it's why we laugh. it's why in this family we can be so irritated by your annoying ways and yet find you so amazingly awesome all at the same time. and why we have the gift to explain that to you - in five minutes we tear you down while building you up.

our history is our hope. and why we come back to the table each holiday and throw down the Scrabble game and each attest to the other's lack of wits.

Grucks

This is my new truck - or as Staci calls it a Gruck.

I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

what they want

Disclaimer: this is a pissy, woe is me, self-pity post. it's meant to purge what i feel at this moment at this exact time only. it is not representative of who i am or how i view myself or people in general.

so they say they want me to be myself. live from the core of who i am. and of course live that in balance with others. obviously, i will from time to time have to adjust who i am to some degree to live in harmony with others. i can't just go tell everyone i meet how i think or feel just b/c that is my natural state. i do have to think of what is best for others and the repercussions to a person's being by my actions. yet i am not suppossed to repress my feelings or avoid confrontation or state the facts or call things out.

yet when i do that - lay out the facts - here's the case, the situation, the problem then the focus becomes not the problem, but that i'm pertubed, that i didn't communicate the right way. this is extremely frustrating when other forms of communication have failed or had minisucle results. the focus becomes something other than the problem.

i guess i'm selfish. but i don't want to accomdate for everyone. it gets tiring. and how am i suppossed to be me if me makes things worse. i want to be a servant's heart. i'm willing to take the blame. to swallow pride. be the bigger person but there comes a time when, dude, you just can't handle the truth or the way things are, or reality. it's not okay to be upset. it's not okay to be irritated.

be me? being me right now is an internal struggle to not shut down.

a movie and starbucks

i went out with a friend - jenn (http://jennylaneswift.blogspot.com/). you have got to see the bourne ultimatum. it's awesome. the plot/substance is better in the first two but it's still a great movie and a great wrap up for the series. great action scenes. i couldn't keep up with the car chases. great stunts. and they still leave a few unanswered questions which is great.

gold's gym

anyone care for a walk?

rocks

this is a post i started the end of april and have tried on and off at various time to finish but always felt that anything i wrote came up short of what i was trying to say. but i think it's time to try again.

somewhere along the way we pick them up. i know i did.

rocks. not the kind down by the creek. i love these kinds of rocks. their many colors. come rough. some smooth. some deceiving: smooth on the outside, but cracked edges revealed they were ragged on the inside. i used to collect them for my grandma for her garden at her trailer. i even got in trouble once. hiding them all in my room under my bed, making a mess, overflowing. told to throw them out, i hid them under our trailer and when grandma came explained to her that she couldn't tell anyone because i was supposed to have thrown them out. but i hadn't. i had saved them just for her.

my sister always liked the smooth ones or so i think. for some reason i've always associated smooth ones with here and when i've been at different places i've picked some up for her. or just thought of her and smiled. i even have one that sits on my desk in this really cool fish dish i have. smooth. shades of tan. shiney. i keep it because it reminds me of her. my sister.

but there are other rocks. rocks we don't see. but we feel them. somewhere along life's journey we pick them up.

pick them up and carry them. we feel their weight. extra. holding us down. residing in the depths of who we are. that pit of our stomach. still we carry them. still we pick more up and then what?

they get heavy. yet we seem unable or unwilling to set them down.

it's understandable. these rocks. they represent, remind us where we've been. what we've come through. but you have to ask yourself if these rocks - these badges of honor that say you've survived and made it when others fell by the wayside, these coat of arms that say you're protected and no one can hurt you and no one can defeat you - are they worth the weight?

more importantly, are they worth what you can't pick up because you have no room to carry anything else? are they worth what you can't pick up because you have no more strength to carry more?

i used to tell someone close to me that he looked at life like a "cost-benefit analysis". everything in life went through the analysis. the price was paid only if the benefits outweighed the costs. self-sacrifice was only had if the rewards were good enough which makes the sacrifice null and void. and most of us know that life - life lived to its fullest off the things that really matter (faith, hope, love, joy, peace, contentment, self-identity, community, longing, even sex) - are usually had for a price. and the rewards may not be redeemed for years to come. the rewards may not even be in this life. and what rewards come in this life may not measure on our "cost-benefit" scale.

but here i think this analysis works. in fact i've come to find this analysis works really well. is drinking 64 ounces of pop a day because i can worth the costs later in life? is the time and immediate energy i save in not being more organized worth the stress at bill paying time?

and here with these rocks that remind me of who i am, where i've been, what i know, are they worth the cost down the line? i mean if i let go, there's this feeling that somebody will get off, get away and maybe, never pay. if i hold on to vengeance, anger, revenge, bitterness, hurt, unforgiveness i acknowledge what happened. letting them slip through my hands feels like acting as if it never happened. so we hold on.

but what do i really gain? a reminder of their sin, their short comings, their failures? the price it cost me? their gain at my expense?

and that's just it. so much in life costs us. so much stuff....crud...oh, let's just say it...crap...in this world costs us.

why add to what we've already paid?

why pick up weights that we don't have to carry? why? for weight we were never intended to carry.

see i had a big rock.

how it came to be and the million ways i came to own it don't really matter now. only that i carried it. but as the water - living water - has torn at the layers it reminds me of an old 80's song - i think it's about forgiveness.

and that was my rock.

quite an ugly rock.

unforgiveness.

and somewhere last spring i realized that it wasn't worth holding on to. someone might not get "theirs". "what was coming to them" might pass they by.

but i was passing by stuff all the time. things. people. places. joy. and a hundred other details that make up life. life that i was meant to partake in.

the thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; i have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. John 10:10 NIV

i played with the other rocks, but always had to sit them back down. had to move on. without them. there just wasn't room in my "pack".

unforgivenss. it was a big rock.

so i decided to leave that rock for lots of little ones. smooth ones. funky ones. round ones. flat ones. some new. some as old as the sun. some yellowed and browned. others gray like i imagine the moon.

and somehow as i dropped this rock i lost weight. literally. i can tell you the night i realized that the rock had to be left behind. i can tell you the moment that i felt myself breath and realized that i had not been using the full capacity of my lungs for a very long time.

and i can tell you an exact day when had you met me you would have wondered what i was smoking. the day the last bit of dirt and gravel and flakes that had clung to that rock were left in my tracks.

i wish the scale reflected what i literally lost. it doesn't. but it shows in a hundred other ways.

Jesus says we're to forgive. we talk about it. like it's about the other person. releasing that person from the debt they owe us. as if we are doing them a favor, a kindness, a mercy, a grace. i don't think it is. at least not very much.

i think Jesus wants us to forgive because he gets that it's about us. it's about releasing ourselves. it's about not tethering ourselves to a rock that we can't carry and blocks out life as we were intended to live it. it's about doing ourselves a favor, a kindness, a mercy, a grace.

it's about realizing the need we all have for reconciliation. see i've probably left rocks in someone else's pack. probably have had "whats coming to me" pass me by.

it's about the fact that we are all fallen. all in need of grace. all in need of a little bit of reconciliation.

and rocks just get in the way.

maybe that's why Jesus tells us

come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and i will give you rest. take my yoke upon you. let me teach you, because i am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. for my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden i give you is light. Matthew 11:28-30 NIV

maybe that's what he meant.

his yoke, his burden, the way he intended us to live life is easier than we've made it.

maybe we can't pick up his yoke, can't carry his burden, because we are still clinging to our own.

clutching to a rock we think will save us.

living life while drowning.

death

a friend died yesterday.

i sat with her at the end.

i feel rather unworthy to have sat with her at the end.

there were others who were far better friends and companions on her journey than i was.

i cared.

i thought of her.

i checked in with others to see how she was doing.

we kept in touch over 13 years.

but then i remember the words of Jesus,

"when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me"

when i ask what is that was done i read,

"when i was hungry, you fed me. when i was thirsty, you gave me drink. when i was stranger, you invited me into your home. when i was naked, you gave me clothing. when i was sick, you cared for me. when i was in prison, you visited me."

i did none of these things.

i watched a friend of ours at the end wipe with such tenderness the salivia and spit from her mouth as she siezured. i saw her hold her hand and rub her arm to calm and comfort her. i saw a former boss, a friend, reach out and rub her bald head, kiss her as he left. i could justify/excuse my inability to do either. to touch someone is not always easy. to touch death. to be so close to it when i, myself, have seen it up close and personal as a young child when we found my father dead. but the reality is that i hesitated b/c i felt unworthy. unworthy b/c i knew but did not reach out. i knew but did not insist that she be loved.

i knew but did not visit. did not give a drink. did not feed. did not care, not in deed. not in the way that Jesus says seperates the sheep from the goats.

she died yesterday.

i felt honored to have known her.

i felt treasured to have her hug me with no words at a crucial time in my life.

i felt unworthy to have sat with her through something so sacred.

Oh God

humble me.

break me.

don't let me pass you by.

let my faith be a deed.

it's my birthday

grateful

affording pleasure or contentment; expressing gratitude; well pleased

that's what i'm feeling. i've tried to write about it but i can't. i just.....am grateful.

it's the small things

ever stepped on a lego. just one. right smack dab in the middle of your foot. it hurts. you're tempted to curse the inventor of these tiny toys of torture. if your child is guilty of the crime of leaving one of these pieces of pain out on the floor you are either going to beg or rage that they from hence forth ever more search with a magnifying glass every inch of the room to ensure that no future innocent passerby will be assaulted. of course, whether you beg or rage depends on both the exact location the lego is embedded in your foot and the number of times you have begged or raged prior to this incident about such deadly little legos.

there's a point to the little lego that could stop you in your tracks. i mean think about it. it's tiny. it's meant for fun. it's a toy. yet, you a grown person are left looking much like a crazed person jumping up and down, swearing or biting your lip to avoid such a sin, dancing in place, grabbing your foot, with eyes watering, trying to communicate through gasping breaths. you've been stopped. whatever you were headed to do is now temporarily forgotten. whatever was next in line for you is left waiting for you to finish the lego dance. amazing how a toy, mere child's play, has you stopped (or perhaps dancing or writhing) in your tracks.



see it's the little things for me that do it every time. it's the little things that muck things up. not so much the big picture. not so much a crisis that demands a drastic decision that could forever change life as we know it. okay, a bit on the melodramatic side, but in reality i thrive on big ideas, the big picture, the vision, the ultimate outcome, the ultimate good. and give me a crisis, a moment where leadership and decision making is needed and i'm there to lead the charge living on the wise words of my father: poop or get off the pot. yes, not the most eloquent of leadership advice. we won't be writing any father/daughter books on that title. the truth is though i instinctively know what to do in those moments.


but day to day i sometimes think i might better be described as fish out of water. flailing around a bit. it's the day to day discipline. why don't i put everything on my desk back the same way, every day. is monday really that different from tuesday? is this wednesday all that altered from the wednesday before? the problem is i live in a world that demands perfection and we demand it now. so i being the take charge person when confronted with imperfection that either can't be changed, will always be a struggle or perfection that requires time become overwhelmed.


take the desk. the creative part of my brain needs the room, the chaos to function in. the part of my brain that runs literally 90 miles per hour on a slow day needs to be able to toss and run. and in those moment of great inspiration, a cluttered desk and a two week old sticky note left in a toss and run aren't important. but in scheduling of leaders, in finding a seat for a person to come and sit and seek advice, sticky notes left here and there and cluttered desks make it hard. make it hard to do what needs to be done today in between the crisis and the ultimate end.


so my response, just forget it. i want to do it right and do it all the way and it's not my strong point and i know i'll never do it perfectly and so i get overwhelmed and walk away. sticky note still left in creative chaos. chaos that suits the moment, that serves the ultimate end, but keeps from ever really reaching the ultimate end b/c the creativity is walking around on a sticky note stuck to someone's foot who stopped by the office to see me.


you know the funny thing is this post (in my mind) started out with a goal. a goal of getting to an idea of pop and dieting and eating healthier. i realize i'm taking the long road getting there but i think it's the little things that keep us from eating healthier, being healthier. we look at the scale and we say, "oh my!". it's depressing. if you have never experienced the depression come with me and let's go shopping at the big girls' store. it's excruciating and i'm not even obese (by non-medical average joe on the street standards - which means i've got about 50 to lose). and again b/c we can't have it now, b/c it will probably be a struggle, might always be a struggle, and getting there requires time we just say forget it. we get overwhelmed.


but we can start somewhere. like today at lunch. i got a salad (that's not the starting point) but i got the dressing (ranch - yummy!) on the side. i dipped rather soaked my salad. it's a start. a small one. but i ingested far fewer calories today than the day before. and today i had less pop than yesterday. not much, but something. and overtime the somethings add up to calories that i'm not shoving into my system. and the little choices i make here - strawberries instead of brownies - add up to calories that feed my system and give me more than i had yesterday.

i wonder if we do the same thing with our faith journey. we know there are things we should cut out, get rid of. or things we should do more of.


we have this image of the person who prays an hour a day, but between work, chores at home, spouses, kids, and a myriad of other things that claim our time we just can't see it happening. and it does it might be a struggle, it might take time, it might not ever be what we envision - this perfectly set apart hour of a full 60 minutes where we are obsessed with none other than God. so we don't. we don't pray. we don't pray more than we did yesterday. we don't pray better than we did yesterday. and a year from now we are still stealing 10 minute now-i-lay-me-down-to-sleep prayers.

Therefore, I urge you, brothers in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as living

sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God - this is your spiritual act of worship.

Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the

renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approved what God's will

is - his good, pleasing and perfect will.

Romans 12:1-2

doesn't the pattern of the world tend to toss and run. if it can't be fixed, throw it away. if it isn't perfect, don't bother. if it's hard do something else. if it isn't now, don't spend the time to make it be. if you'll never quite achieve, let it go. we do this in our marriages, in our attitude at work, in our relationships with our kids, our neighbors. it's kind of scary to think we are still conforming to the patter of the world even as Christ followers. in my noble goal of wanting to pray more, to be more like Christ, which seems so grand a goal for a believer, i am actually modeling the pattern of the world. i'm conforming to the very ideas that Paul urges us not to.


perhaps, all you have is 10 more minutes to pray today than yesterday. it's a start. and that may be all you have for a today and tomorrow. funny thing is i bet you'll find more time the more you keep striving toward that goal. oh you might not reach the full uninterrupted (remember there are legos in the hallway on the way to your closet to pray) 60 minutes dedicated to God. but if you do more today than yesterday, if you start somewhere, if you are willing to not conform to a pattern of the world, i bet this time next year you are closer to 60 minutes than today. and i bet that the quality of the time you spend with Him might be better, what you are putting into that system of yours is just a little bit better.


so i don't know if i'll have all 50 lbs gone by summer '08. i do know i'll be closer and the quality of the poundage i carry will be better.


it will always be the little things that muck us up or that's what i think. it's also the little things that can make all the difference. a lego just isn't a E-normous well designed destroyer of parents world wide, but a reminder that there are little things running around that bear no price b/c there value is worth every embedded lego you pull out.


ps - on the way out of the office today, i threw away some old sticky notes that where on my cluttered desk. got to start somewhere, right?