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Demolition Day (Part II)

So, the bathroom is taking a little longer than expected.
(You knew that was coming)

Some days, no one shows up to do anything and that is frustrating.  But, I have learned that it's because the grout is drying, or the wall patching is drying.  As with us - sometimes it is quiet and lonely and we think nothing is going on with life, but that is when the roots are growing.  And we need roots to weather storms!  "In quietness and trust is your strength" (Isaiah 30:15).  We need times of rest.  Times of "true contemplation".  As Jan Johnson states:  "when our soul listens, we can regain sight of God as the One who is eager to nurture us and get us up and walking again." Our soul can listen well only when we are still.  And, according to this thought, that's when we are nurtured.  I like being nurtured, apparently so does my bathroom floor.

It is also coming out way cooler than I had thought.  As does any work we leave in the Master's hands - His …

The Other Side of the "Mommy Wars" Coin

No, I'm not joining in the "Mommy War" squirmish - just thought I'd catch some eyes with that juicy title.
I did see or hear a great quote against these wars that said something in regards to "you are the exact mom that God wanted for each of your children"; heard it twice actually, and I like it.
But there's another side to this whole thing that either I've missed reading about (haven't read a lot), or will now propose:  Your kids are the exact ones that God put into your life in order to change YOU !
"Parenting is a school for spiritual formation - and our children are our teachers." - Gary Thomas
You mean, the things I see in my kids that are driving me nuts are the things God wants to change in me?

I was listening to a podcast by Joel Hunter yesterday that I thought really had nothing to do with me, until I put it in the parenting light... "When we blame others, we give them power over us, and we relinquish all pow…

Someone's Watching...

Now that it's getting warmer, my girls have been playing soccer outside after dinner as a way to blow off some steam. I finish the dishes and go join them when I'm done, so I take my time (partly because I enjoy the peace and partly because I enjoy hearing them play together).  Usually, before I get out there, someone stomps in in tears blaming another and you know the rest of the story.  So now, they ask me to come out and watch instead of doing dishes;  not so I can see their amazing soccer skills; but partly so I can bust the guilty party, and partly so that the guilty party will not indulge in her guilty behavior.  It works.

One of my favorite bible verses is 2 Chronicle 16:9:  "For the eyes of the Lord range throughout the earth to strengthen those whose hearts are fully committed to him."

The daughter who is guilty probably thinks I'm there to bust her;  while the daughter who is "fully committed to pleasing me" (at the moment), knows I've g…

The Fire Alarm

There was a fire alarm at the health club the other day.  Thankfully, it happened right as I was ready to go, so I went to get my daughter from the kids area as people were slowly leaving the building, and they were just sitting there.  "We'll call the front desk and see if it's real", they drearily said.  So they did, and the front desk didn't know, so they begrudgingly decided to get the kids out of the building and started lining them up quite non-hurriedly (if that's a word, add it to my cool adverb collection).

What?  What if it was actually a real fire alarm?  I still don't know if it was, and I left my towel behind in the process, but you have to at least act like it's real - just in case it is.  What could be the harm in that?  There would be way more harm in treating a real fire as it's not real than treating a fake fire as if it's real.

Nicole Nordeman has a pretty cool song about this entitled "What If".  Speaking of Jesu…

Demolition Day

We are in the middle of re-doing a bathroom.  The project is expected to take three weeks.  The thing that surprised me was how quickly it was gone!  It took one day to destroy the old bathroom - walls, sinks, floor, and all.  And, it was a mess!  Cool, maybe they will finish early, I thought...  nope - it takes a lot longer to rebuild.

It got me thinking about the Demolition Days that I have gone through.  Whether it has been from a broken heart or broken body parts, they all happened in a matter of minutes, or seconds.  And then, how much longer it has taken to rebuild what was destroyed.
BUT the cool thing is, as with the bathroom; what is rebuilt is usually way better than what was destroyed.  God demolishes strongholds and high places all over the scriptures.  He destroyed the barrier between the Jews and Greeks (through Jesus). He says He will destroy the heavens and the earth, too - and they are all to make something better.
What Demolition Days have you gone through that God h…

I Told You So...

It's a forty minute, one-way commute (if there's no traffic).  To a neighborhood where, a year ago, I would have locked my doors.  The parking is free in this part of Chicago.   There is no sign on the door to tell you where you are going,  just a broken awning.  But I ring the bell, the door opens, and I am blessed.
Yesterday, I had the joy of going back to Personal Training.  Something I never thought I'd do again (never say never).
She changed into her "exercise clothes" as soon as she saw me come in.
She was a natural at jumping rope and hula hooping.  She actually wanted to do them longer than the prescribed 1 - 2 minutes because she was having so much fun.  It brought her back to her childhood.  She raced me in bear crawls, crab walks, and step-ups - keeping up with every move, if not ahead of me.    She had one of the best work-ethics I'd seen in a long time, loving the sweat pouring down her face, and beaming the accomplishment grin.
She just turned…

The Scooter

Saturday morning I set out on my regular dog walk, and right on the sidewalk, about six blocks from home, lay one of our scooters (not near anyone's house that it would have been).  It was labeled with green tape as all of ours are, and with our name on the bottom.  So, I picked it up and brought it home, asking God along the way, why??

I've been reading Isaiah 58 a lot, lately.  Even before church started a three week stint on it; if you're not familiar with it, the Message translation rocks!

"What I'm interested in seeing you do is:
sharing your food with the hungry,
inviting the homeless poor into your homes,
putting clothes on the shivering ill-clad,
being available to your own families.
Do this and the lights will turn on,
and your lives will turn around at once.
Your righteousness will pave your way..."
vv 7-8

So, today, right around the same area of the walk where I found the scooter, I heard the girls' memory verse:  "Whoever can be trusted with very…

On Belay

I have been rock climbing (if you can call it that, since it wasn't on an actual rock), twice.  Each time I was amazed at how sturdy I was when I was on belay.  I could climb without fear when I heard those words.

Recently, I feel like I've been living on belay.  God just took away my fear, I guess.  Today, I actually felt like Sandra Bullock in The Blind Side as she went into Michael's old neighborhood.  A lot of people watching the movie were afraid for her, but she was unfazed.  God is allowing me to climb to new heights as He holds me on belay - not looking at the circumstances surrounding me, but the goal.

Joshua 1:9 tells us to "Be strong and courageous... for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go."  I noticed that every time that command is given, it is accompanied by the assurance of The Lord's presence.  I think this means that as long as we know that God is with us, we need to be brave in doing what He says.

Another thing I learned about ro…