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Yesterday, for the first time, I accompanied my daughter to a Plastic Surgeon's office.  She needed to have a cyst looked at.  While we were waiting in the room she asked what the six clear, jelly-filled molds were.  I explained what they were, she was disgusted.  I also told her a story about when her sister was very young she asked, while watching some program on TV, if women could have them reduced as well.  I told her that, yes, they could, and she then asked if that's what I had done.  Lovely.

Anyway, this visit was quite nicely timed with my daily meditation series that I've been receiving via email by Richard Rohr.  It's all about perfectionism.  More specifically, how perfectionism defeats the soul and creates legalism and self-preoccupation.  I was there.  Friends who have known me for a long time know this.  I still feel it sneaking up on me and need to flee from it, but at least I see it now.  Yuk.  Why do we so often worry about being better than others??



Last year, I was chosen to be on a jury for a murder trial.  I no longer had children unattended at home during the day, so it was time to report.  While it did feel a wee bit flattering to be one of the thirteen out of eighty-something people interviewed, it was short-lived.  Each evening, I would have to text my kids and let them know that I would not be home until after dinner and then go through directions on how to prepare the planned meal.  This part was actually a blessing in disguise because it showed them that they could make their dinner without me - and probably more important, it showed ME that they could make dinner without me.

On day five, which was Friday at 5pm, we were forced to relinquish all electronic devices and began deliberation. Four hours later when the judge called us in (prior to our foreman telling him that we had reached a decision), he told us that since we had not come to a decision yet, we would be sequestered until tomorrow.

I completely freaked.

It …

Just Close Your Eyes!

There has been a two-year-old living in our home for about a month.  As sweet and social and brave as she is, as the smallest in the house, she is quite demanding...  While we do not really understand what she says most of the time, "WANT THAT!!!" is a phrase that seems to be quite clear.  It is often followed by a very pretty "please" (which she caught on to very quickly).  If this is not immediately followed by receiving the desired item, a high-pitched scream ensues.  Ninety percent of the time, we have no clue what "that" is that she is referring to.  And we have a feeling that neither does she.  She just knows that she wants something.  This whole one-sided game replays itself several times during the day, most often in the car (which is quite difficult if I'm the only other one in it).

WE do this all the time.  We think there is something out there that will satisfy us, often not knowing what it is we really want...  Oooo, a cool shirt, nope, th…

Why I Want to go to Jail

I want to go to jail.  Prison would be even better.

I've been training to work on a correspondence course called "Houses of Healing" by Lionheart foundation which is amazing.  The title itself tells you what the premise is - that prison and jail should be houses of healing.  They are not to be places to cast people out of society and seclude so as to not do any more harm and then the job is done.  They are to be transformational and rehabilitative.  This program has been going on for over 10 years with groups of people and for those in solitary, through letter writing.  This allows people like me, who cannot travel to do groups in prisons because they are far away, to get involved.  I'm excited!  
For three years now, I've known a gentle man who has been in and out of jail his whole life.  He has two great little kids and cares deeply about them.  He has always had a really hard time finding a job because of his record.  He is currently awaiting a potential 15 yea…

Restoration & Community

I've been stalling on this one.  Not because I don't want to write it but because it is pretty important to me and I don't want to mess it up.  Today, I am feeling brave - and it is overcast outside, so a good day to stay in and write ;).
I've been reading Seeds of Contemplation by Thomas Merton, which is my new favorite book - ever! (Pretty much because I feel like I am being hugged as soon as I open it and read any sentence).  Maybe it's the lovely cover that caught my eye, or the 1949 copywrite date.  Here's one of the quotesWhy that got me pondering:
"Living with other people and learning to lose yourself in the understanding of their weaknesses and deficiencies which are also your own - is not only the way to perfection in general but even helps us to become true contemplatives." I've been intrigued with the contemplatives lately.  When I heard of Richard Rohr's Center for Contemplation and Action, it made sense why.  Contemplation leads …

Full Life from Weakness

I went through a phase in my teenage years where I wanted to be a bodybuilder.  Go ahead - roll on floor laughing.  I ate tuna out of the can, naked sweet potatoes, read Muscle & Fitness cover to cover, performed supersets, and even practiced my hand at drawing these iron-clad tanned bodies.  I’ve got to hand it to my mother who just let me go through this phase without a hitch (I blamed it on my joints being too large, but it was really the enormous amount of discipline that I lacked).

It passed.

I was actually in the elevator of a hotel a few months ago with my kids and happened to be smack dab in the middle of some of these competitors on their way to an event. I didn’t want to get too close for fear of rubbing off their bronzeness.  I was thankful that God had other plans for me but still admired the discipline.
Because of this phase, followed by the triathlete phase, and several more like that, I realize that I craved being strong - or at least appearing strong.  Notsomuch an…

Why Water To Wine?

Just to start - this is not one of those to drink or not to drink arguments.  First of all, I prefer a nice and crispy Pale-Ale over a glass of wine any day.  However, due to the fact that I cannot indulge to simply "gladden my heart" (Ps. 104:15), I must refrain.  While it would be nice to be like those of you who can, I cannot.  Moving on...
I think I have figured out why the Gospels are ordered the way they are.  (It works for me, at least).  It actually has to do with wine.  I was going to post this blog before I even realized this part, which shows that I may have grown in patience over the last few years, and it is actually paying off!  The wedding at Cana is only in the Gospel of John.  Hmmm.  But  the story about the Pharisees complaining to Jesus about His disciples not fasting, followed by Jesus' whole new wine and old wineskins analogy is in Matthew, Mark, and Luke.  
I have an idea why - you can take it or leave it.
The Pharisees were known for keeping to la…