“To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.” Colossians 1:27 NASB

“I pray because I can’t help myself. I pray because I’m helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time, waking and sleeping. It doesn’t change God, it changes me.” C.S. Lewis

Richard Rohr said, “Information is not transformation.” True words. If all I needed was information, I’d be rich, a genius, and a perfect Christian. And I’m not.

There are situations where information is critical such as medical situations. I knew so much about my husband’s disease but it didn’t transform him into good health.

Childhood books galore when my son was born did not transform me into a perfect parent with a perfect child. We both made progress but it wasn’t a piece of cake.

Studying financial investments and saving like Scrooge did not transform me into Warren Buffet. As you know, my husband’s disease made short work of our savings.

I am sure relationships are the very tool our Father uses for true transformation. Our transformation. Possibly their transformation. When we look back, we see our Father was working quietly and patiently through many counseling sessions, prayers, sermons and practice but transformation is God’s work.

Musings

An honest Christian will say that doubt happens frequently in our Christian life. It’s part of self-discovery and the Christian journey—a mystery. It strengthens faith if we endure. If we love.  Those prayers for endurance and love are always answered, though not recognized many times. A mystery. God’s love transforms.

Prayer

Dear Father,

We thank you for all the prayers you’ve answered. Some prayers were joyous. Some prayers seemed unanswered. As long as we endure, which you help us to do, and love, which you’ve done since the beginning, we will become more like your son and bring more into your kingdom. With great joy. A mystery with a happy ending.

You always answer prayers.

Amen.

“He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers.” Psalm 1:3 ESV

“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor and some style.” Maya Angelou

I have a dear friend who is described by her doctors as failure to thrive. A syndrome of global decline in the body. She’s 84 years old and has had severe pneumonia twice, can’t walk much, on oxygen and she’s losing weight, even though she eats. Leukemia survivor and widow. She won’t be with us much longer but she still smiles, does what she can to participate in life and loves to have coffee with me when she’s able.  I brought her some of my homegrown roses and a stuffed toy German Shepherd dog (her favorite dog breed). Spiritually, she is thriving though her body is declining.

I lost a friend, a talented, pretty and intelligent woman a couple weeks ago to alcohol. My son dated her for years until her drinking, along with the drunk behavior, forced him to end the relationship. She refused to seek help. She refused spiritual and emotional counsel. She died from liver failure from alcohol September 26th. Painful and such a tragic way to go.

When we numb ourselves, deny, blame or avoid, we fail to thrive.

When we don’t take wounds, fear, grief to the Father, we toss out hope, faith, love, self-esteem, goals, purpose. FAILURE TO THRIVE.

As Paul once stated, “Though our outward self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed each day.” And who is doing the renewing? The Father through the Son and Holy Spirit. Without the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, we starve. We fail to thrive. Something as simple as, “I am the Bread of Life” who renews and enriches us beyond what we can imagine can keep us from fading away.

Musings

Without Christian friends and counsel, we can’t thrive. Without touch, we can’t thrive. Without prayer, we can’t thrive. Without “the Bread of Life” we can’t thrive.

Prayer

Dear Father,

Give us this day our daily bread, the Bread of Life. We thank you we are being renewed each day with purpose, love and hope. Help us to love those who are failing to thrive. In you is everything for thriving in this life and in the future.

Amen.

“For the flesh desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit what is contrary to the flesh. They are in conflict with each other, so that you are not to do whatever you want.” Galatians 5:17 NIV

“It seems we are capable of immense love and loyalty, and as capable of deceit and atrocity. It’s probably this shocking ambivalence that makes us unique.” ~ John Scott

I want that cookie! But it’ll hurt my weight loss.

I want to have a drink. I’ll lose my spouse if I drink again.

That kid of mine is so rebellious! Yet, I love him. I need to make time and gently reason with him.

I want to buy (fill in the blank) but I need to save and pay my bills.

I don’t want to work today. But my family needs my salary and leadership.

My spouse has just been diagnosed with a chronic, possibly terminal, disease. I want out!

I want to be a Christian. I don’t want to be tested and disciplined.

From the little thoughts we have every day to the stunning and powerless situations we endure, we are ambivalent. Flesh at war with the spirit. Spirit at war with the flesh.

So that we do not do whatever we want.

There’s always a cartoon somewhere that has a befuddled, anxious person with an angel on one shoulder whispering in the character’s ear and a red-hot devil whispering in the other. Ambivalence. Holding two conflicting ideas at the same time. We all do it.

I don’t know about you but if I do whatever I want it usually leads to a painful and sometimes embarrassing place. A place that’s dark and hidden. Definitely not for our Father’s glory. Usually, for mine. Some thoughts are easy to do like taking a walk versus blowing up into a disgruntled couch potato. Some are agonizing like a friend of mine who has battled drug addiction. The loving thing to do, finally, was cut off the relationship.

What our Father wants is always for his glory and our good. It’s just that good hurts in the beginning but eventually brings us peace. What’s that trite saying? No pain no gain. Doing what is right and good is just downright difficult sometimes! But the Son did it. For you and for me.

Musings

The spiritual journey is not just a journey but a wealth of self-discovery. That self-discovery can reveal some pretty painful revelations. I need to do this but I want to do that. Ambivalence. But we’re not without help or hope. Being mindful of thoughts is a giant step forward with abundant grace.

Prayer

Dear Father,

Jesus, your son, did not want to be humiliated, tortured and die on a painful cross but he did for us. Two conflicting ideas and passionate emotions to the point of sweating blood. But he chose us. As it says in Hebrews, “We have not yet resisted to the point of shedding blood.” Thank you is inadequate.

Help us to recognize our conflicting thoughts and emotions and bring them to you. Help us to do what you want because we know, ultimately, it’s good for us too.

Amen.

Self-Compassion

“The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed,
    a stronghold in times of trouble.
Those who know your name trust in you,
    for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you”. Psalm 9:9-10 NIV

“This is a moment of suffering. Suffering is part of life. May I be kind to myself in this moment. May I give myself the compassion I need.” Kristen Neff

Sometimes the loved one dies.

Sometimes the ones that were supposed to love you, don’t.

Sometimes you lose your job.

Sometimes there’s war.

Sometimes there’s disaster.

Sometimes you’re a victim of crime.

This is the time to take refuge in our Father and a time of compassion for you. Breathing and knowing that the Holy Spirit is praying for you and the situation is enough for the day. Sometimes things are not your fault.

No matter how much we want to control, work hard, or change a situation, sometimes we can’t. Our Father would want us to be kind to ourselves. Pour it out to him and on him. Be kind to yourself.

When my husband died, I did not run out and sell my home, try to help others or get right back to work. I took refuge with gallons of tears and let all the outside clatter and interruptions go.  I was compassionate with myself. I hugged and walked my little dog in nature. I read biographies of others in similar situations. Others showed up with prayers and arms. Our Father loves us. He would want us to be kind to ourselves during these difficult times. No mighty message. No goals to keep. No self-condemnation (after the death of a loved one, loss of job, relapse, condemnation from others and from ourselves may come into play.)  Thoughts of what did I do wrong? Did I contribute to this? I am wrong—a horribly destructive thought. Is God punishing me? These are thoughts we all have and the fact may be you did nothing wrong. Blame seems to be the only answer and it rarely is, even if you blame yourself. As the saying goes, “Life happens.” And it seem it comes out of nowhere.

I asked our Father after my husband died to be with me and gently he revealed my gifts, true friends and eventually a new purpose. But first, self-compassion. Doing and being kind to myself. No harsh and blaming thoughts. Life is difficult! That’s a fact. It’s amazing to me how much more compassion I have for others once I surrendered to the Father and allowed self-compassion into my life. And this too, takes time. Give yourself time with compassion. This too may require professional help.

Musings

Our world is a hurry-up, get-it-done, get-it-over-with, no-time-for-this place. You are what you do. Earn it, by golly!

 It’s wrong. It’s harmful. It’s destructive. No compassion. We have more compassion for an abandoned animal than ourselves.

Take refuge in our Father and allow his grace and compassion to heal our hearts. He knows we’re numb with grief, traumatized, shamed and afraid. His Son experienced all of these. The best self-compassion I know is to take refuge in our Father. Search the Psalms. They’re full of compassion with hope. The rest will come in time.

Prayer

Dear Father,

Thank you for your compassion and mercy that are new every morning. We take refuge in you always but especially those times where we can’t see any answers for our broken situations and our broken hearts. We remember: “Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit.” True hope.

Amen.

“Yes,” Jesus replied, “and I assure you that everyone who has given up house or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or property, for my sake and for the Good News, will receive now in return a hundred times as many houses, brothers, sisters, mothers, children, and property—along with persecution. And in the world to come that person will have eternal life.” Mark 10:29-30 NLT

“There’s a saying that goes, ‘hurt people will hurt people.’ But I rarely hear the opposite, ‘Healed people heal people.’ Get healed. Then, go heal” – Unknown

No one has been healed perfectly. No one has loved or been loved perfectly. No one.

Mommy issues. Daddy issues. The deeper you go into your own childhood wounds the more you’ll see them. You’ll recognize them at work, church, the grocery store you frequent, the doctor’s office. People who haven’t left home. They and possibly you have moved clear across the country but you’ve never left home.

I had an employee with major passive-aggressive tendencies. Her father had committed suicide and her mother was an alcoholic. Not a well-rounded, loving and spiritual foundation by any stretch to build a full and loving life.

Who got the brunt of this? Why me, of course, her boss. Here’s the fun part–I was too easy on her. I did not confront her in a professional manner at first. Why? Because I had a very strict mother with a pretty damaging tongue. I never wanted to do to another what was done to me. So, I did nothing. Mommy issues. I own it. Blaming my mom accomplished nothing and kept me stuck.

Childhood wounds. Unconscious. Survival. They hurt so very much at a time we hadn’t the words or a trusted adult to confide in. So very destructive for everyone involved. Some never choose healing.

Luckily, I got more training and counsel. I learned that setting boundaries and being quite clear about the job performance and expectations are crucial for the company and life. This was for her sake as well as for mine and, of course, the company we worked for. The feelings were agonizing. After many warnings with documentation, I fired her. I cried buckets of tears because this young, single, head-of-household woman was so likable and down right funny! She had survival skills of a trooper. She decided to get counseling and worked hard at it. She is now a happily married woman to a Christian man. She has a career, loving family and lots and lots of friends. I’m one of them. When my old dog died, she was the first to comfort. When my husband died, she was the first to sit with me. She is one of my greatest treasures.

Musings

Healed people heal people. I like that so much better than hurting people hurt people.Jesus did say we’d receive some persecution, which may come from the very family we were born into. Jesus had a bit of trouble with some of his siblings. His brothers thought he was nuts! Jesus, their brother, thinks he’s God in the flesh!He healed people. Those people healed others. For over 2,000 years.

Prayer

Dear Father,

Thank you for our families, spiritual and physical. Some things are hard, but you heal them through your son and other Christian mentors. Help us to heal. Help us to heal others. The more we heal others, the more abundance we have here and eternally.

Amen

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” Matthew 11:28-29 NIV (emphasis mine)

“Today, I will not wait for others to see and care; I will take responsibility for being aware of my pain and problems and caring about myself.” Melody Beattie

A lovely woman died today. She was pretty, charming, intelligent, warm, talented and had a young son starting adulthood.  She also could be dramatic, unpredictable, cruel and deceitful. She was 56 years. She died from liver failure. Alcohol. There but for the grace of God go I.

Or was it childhood trauma? Both?

I knew this woman because my son dated her for several years. It was a highly tumultuous relationship fraught with drama and never-ending pain.  The short-lived moments of bliss would pull my son back in. She powered through several jobs with a bottle of vodka close at hand. I loved this woman. My son loved this woman. She was more than her drinking. She was more than her trauma. She confided to me her childhood abuse at the hands of her mother and emotionally absent father. My son and I tried everything to get her help. No. My son finally ended the relationship to save himself and rode a tremendous learning curve. He financially set her up for six months to help her get on her feet.  Another chance at life. This was a big sacrifice for my son and there was guilt and heartache involved too. Messy. Painful. She married another. She died. I am so sad for her. I remember our Father loves her more than I and more than my son did.

How do we know if we’re powering through something or passively victimizing ourselves? We learn from Jesus. First, we seek him. We seek wise counsel that is gentle and humble at heart. We take responsibility. Powering through will not work and leaves us spent. Passively letting life happen to us means we won’t know who we are or our potential. Both behaviors victimize ourselves and others. Trauma happened to us. We didn’t cause it but we have to come to terms with it if we want a full life.

Musings

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.” This quote from Galatians is proof we’re on the right track. And it increases! It probably won’t be a straight line, it may not happen immediately (patience is in the verse), it probably will be very painful at first, but it happens.

Prayer

Dear Father,

We pray for this woman who is now in your care. We pray for others who may be in similar situations. We pray that you show how much you love them. We pray that you keep us in your loving grace. We pray to be a blessing for those struggling.

We thank you for your humble and gentle son, Jesus.

Amen

“Search me, God, and know my heart; Put me to the test and know my anxious thoughts…” Psalm 139:23 NASB

“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.”― Mary Anne Radmacher

The Enneagram (pronounced any-a-gram) test. I took it. It is not for the faint of heart because it definitely shows some hard stuff. Really hard. It shows the weaknesses and strengths of nine personality types. There are two books that I recommend, if you’re courageous, that are really helpful. They have a Christian foundation. You are More Than Your Number by Beth and Jeff McCord and The Enneagram of Discernment by Drew Moser, PHD. They will guide you through your type with the very important message of how beloved you are by the Father before any change is attempted.

I see myself and life as always lacking. Type 4w3. That’s me. I own it. My courage comes from being a beloved child of God. Without knowing how much I am loved by the Father, I will never peek into my heart. I don’t always feel beloved but I know I am.

Wounded child vs. beloved child. That’s the bottom line. Living life as beloved or wounded. Those that counsel with the Enneagram drive this home. I could never look inside and attempt positive change without knowing how loved I am by our Father. It takes courage to know and act in faith as beloved. David showed courage in the above verse.

The wounded stuff just happen—life in an imperfect world. Unconscious. Unaware. Childhood stuff. Life is too much! Life is one big scarcity! Life is one big disappointment. A courageous heart is required. With our Father’s help and the Holy Spirit, courageous change takes place. Sometimes just the right person, counselor, pastor, mature Christian keeps us going. Our Father provides so much support with one courageous step. Sometimes just showing up is all we can muster. Thanks okay. Your Father loves you.

Musings

To look deeply inside one’s heart is the most courageous thing one can do and it starts by knowing how much we are loved by the Father.  In the Bible it says, ““Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!”

The old Hymn, Just as I am, is right! You are beloved. Just as you are.

Prayer

Dear Father,

Just as we are — unconditionally loved. Because of what Jesus did, we can go on in grace and hope. Please remind us of how beloved we are so we may attempt courageous change. You created us before the foundation of the world. You thought we were a good idea. We can change because you loved us first.

Amen.

“Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.” James 1:2-4 ESV

“A true test of character isn’t how you are on your best days but how you act on your worst days.” Unknown

Talk about a real let down for me when I read the above. I am a horrible test-taker! Anxiety, images of past failures and throw in a touch of ADD and my stomach churns, hands shake and doom sets in. In God’s world, it is a pass or fail. I believe and receive Christ or I don’t. No make-up tests. No extra credit. No dog ate my homework. No three strikes rule.

However, once we believe, the real testing begins. Faith is tested to help us become more like Jesus. Whether knowingly or not, when we believe in Christ, the Enemy ravages us with everything he’s got. He’s really ticked! The Enemy may come in so many disguises including “Angel of Light,” that discourage us. It’s a test.

Driving home from work in a blizzard. Was I joyful? No. It was white knuckling, reciting the Lord’s Prayer and sometimes I prayed like Peter, “Lord, save me!” But I didn’t fail the test.

God says to test him too, which is mentioned only once in the Bible. “Bring all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be food in My house, and try Me now in this,” Says the LORD of hosts, “If I will not open for you the windows of heaven and pour out for you such blessing That there will not be room enough to receive it.” Malachi 3:10

Musings

Count it all joy. We can because of what Christ and the Holy Spirit do for us. Even when we’ve succumbed to an addiction, cursed our Father—so many grave disappointments, we come back just a little bit better, a little more steadfast in our faith and trust. We pass the test.

Prayer

Dear Father,

Thank you that your son took the test for us with flying colors. No matter the challenges, joys and heartaches, with Jesus we pass the test here and in heaven later. No matter the outcomes here on Earth, we pass in heaven with joy. Help us to share this with others. Help us to live this truth. Help us to celebrate we are not failures.

Amen.

“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.” Proverbs 4:23 NIV

“Christianity is not the destruction of desire, rather it’s realignment with God’s desire.” David G. Benner

Will power. Self-improvement. Workshops. Retreats. Memorizing scripture. If there’s anything to do to make me more like Jesus, I was up for it. Sometimes I’d be aware and working on what I needed to change and should change like not swearing at the news and something or someone says, “Love your neighbor.”  Ouch! That would definitely take care of the swearing!

Trying hard can become a trap of earning our Father’s love, which we can’t. He already loves us. It can become a trap of ego. It can keep us from being vulnerable and honest with our Father and others. These things can be good things if they flow from an open and loving heart. Want to instead of have to. Upward call instead of naval-gazing.

That’s where the Psalms come into my heart. The 23^rd Psalm is rich in relating and loving God. “He makes me lie down in green pastures.” “He leads me beside the still waters.” “He restores my soul.” “He prepares a table in the presence of my enemies.” Yes, we do have enemies. Who is doing the work?  Who has the open heart? This is a difficult thing to grasp and live fully. After all, he’s the creator of everything and we are the creatures. It’s we. We need to be open to our Father’s loving care and companionship. We go to him first because our Father is not a domineering parent. He is the one that loves us unconditionally and completely.

It’s willingness to experience our relationship with our Father. I have never, ever changed a bad habit, a frustrating behavior, taken a risk without failing—several times. So, I go to the Psalms, pour out my heart and let our Father touch it. Transformation takes place. Not all at once. Not always alone. Sometimes just the right person or book comes into my life. Sometimes it’s just the Father and me. I am so grateful for the Father’s love because good things flow and bad things are squeezed out.  My desires become aligned with the Father’s.

Musings

Not only did Jesus, God’s only son die for us, but he loves us, guides us, forgives us, teaches us and provides for us. If honest, it’s our Father that transforms us. No, he doesn’t change our personalities. He designed all of us as unique persons with unique talents. It would be boring if we were all the same! He helps and encourages the good things in our personalities. We are in this together. We are in this for the long haul.

Prayer

Dear Father,

Thank you that you want a relationship with us. A real relationship!  One that encourages us, teaches us, loves us and guides us. Like all relationships, there are dark times and good times, lonely times and celebratory times but all are for good. Thank you for your patience as we learn to know you better. May our desires align with yours.

Amen.