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A conversation with one of my daughters recently, has been going through my mind, penetrating my heart, my soul.

The conversation related to her studies concerning the pursuit of equal rights of women in history, but it was my own mantra (belief) that surfaced in that conversation, and in my thoughts since.

My mantra is this :

I do not, nor ever will, live life as a victim.

So, to my three kids, who I love more than words could ever communicate …

Know this … I have :

whined
complained
cried
shook my fists into the air
said, “why me”
said “it’s not fair”

And then I move on.

Oh, it might take me days, or weeks … or years

but I do eventually

move on,

because

I will not, nor ever will, live life as a victim.

Live is not fair … this is so true!

You WILL experience

hurt
rejection
persecution
deception
hate

in your lives.

Expect it!

But do not ever live life as a victim.

You might be treated unfairly for:

your gender
your hair color
your cultural background
your language
your religious beliefs
your athletic abilities (or lack there of)
your political views
your age
your education
your lifestyle choices
your family

or because you wore the ‘wrong’ color t-shirt.

This is part of life.

But do not ever live life as a victim.

You might experience unfairness at the hands of :

your brother/sister
your best friend
your neighbor
your classmate
your teacher
your politicians
your country
your community
your church

your mom

This too, is part of life.

But do not ever live life as a victim.

Being treated unfairly will make you :

angry
vengeful
heartbroken
sorrowful
depressed

And this is all normal, expected, understandable.

But do not ever live life as a victim.

do not give your anger fists
do not blame
do not sit in your sorrow
do not allow the unfair things of life …

… to steal your life!

Do not ever live life as a victim.

keep dreaming
keep hoping
keep breathing

My kids, who I love enough to tell you this truth that life is just not fair …

When life throws you those expected lemons, make lemonade. You might not even have enough sweet sugar to make it palatable, but it will quench your thirst.

Do not ever live life as a victim.

And … please remember this …

this life, these years of one to ninety … they are not eternity!

This earthly life does not even touch our eternity to come.

“I have told you these things so that in me you may have peace.
In the world you have trouble and suffering,
but take courage–I have conquered the world.”

John 16:33

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It seems that the theme of prayer and praying is stalking me in the past number of days. Whenever I have that feeling, that everywhere I turn, a certain theme follows, I know to wait …

because God does not work in random (though it might seem that way to me), but in deliberate order. So, I know that if God keeps knocking on the door of my heart with a theme, it is one that He wants to teach me something through.

Today I am featuring a blog post written by BJ, for The River Walk, (http://tworiversblog.com). Two Rivers is a church in Binghamton, New York.

This blog has been feeding my soul since I subscribed a few weeks back, and this post spoke most intimately to me. I pray that it does the same for you.

Read: Jeremiah 19:1-21:14, 1Thessalonians 5:4-28, Psalm 82:1-8, Proverbs 25:9-10

Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus. (1 Thessalonians 5:16-18)

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Relate: One of the most life changing books I’ve ever read is a book that took me maybe an hour, cover to cover. Now, I’ve read lots of books. Some of them are really good. Some of them are really popular books that I personally thought were terrible (Hunger Games, Twilight, Harry Potter, etc). Outside the Bible, though, I think the greatest book I’ve ever read was actually the collected sayings of an illiterate monk who died more than 300 years ago. If you’ve never read it, you can grab a free kindle version or a paperback for less than $5 here.

The book is about Brother Lawrence, born Nicolas Herman, a laymen in a Carmelite monastery. For 53 years of his life he never left the monastery as he worked as a cook and, later, as a shoe repairmen. What made him famous was that he did his best to make his life such that every action, every thought, every task was an act of prayer. Think about it: this man was a cook for ascetics and a shoe repairmen for an order of barefoot monks. He couldn’t read and write and never got a promotion in over 50 years of faithful service. Yet he was visited by Archbishops, Dukes and Barons. His thoughts and testimony has been printed in dozens of languages in millions of copies and has influenced the lives of men like Wesley and Tozer.

React: I used to equate my godliness with how much time I spent in prayer. I’d read about men like Praying Hyde and comments Luther made on prayer and made it my goal to spend 3 hours every morning in prayer. Those days I did it, I was only doing my duty, those days I didn’t… I was living in guilt. This book was huge in changing my mindset. It wasn’t just about how much time I spent on my knees. It was also about how I spent my time once I got off them. Brother Lawrence said there was no difference for him between his time in the kitchen and his time in the chapel. Every moment, every act, he would strive to live in the presence of the Father. That is what a life of prayer is about. That is what Paul means when he says, “Always be joyful, never stop praying, and be thankful in all circumstances. This is what God wants for you.”

Respond:

Dear God, help me to live in Your presence. Help my every thought to be one pleasing to You. Help every action be one of praise to You. Help me to be aware that my every moment can be spent in communion with You. As I go from this place, go with me.


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This week, the most viewed post was a favorite of mine, too.

As in times before, I believe that At the End of Herself was viewed significantly more than the others simply because it’s message resonated with so many. We have all reached the end of our ropes, the end of ourselves, and we all can relate to the hopelessness that can accompany that place at the end.

Also this week I published …

Thankful … in ALL Circumstances
(can we truly be “thankful in all circumstances?”)

Aim to Teach
(intentionally teaching the magic words)

If I Didn’t Apologize, Who Would?
(a redemption story, where the sins of the father are paid by the son)

Pray … Really Pray
(prayer doesn’t change God … it changes me)

As an additional bonus 😉 I thought I would add this video … get out the tissues … but don’t worry, there is joy too.

Blessings to you this day,

Carole

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Have you ever thought about prayer … in the midst of it?

Have you ever been at a meeting, a small group, a dinner table, a church service and felt the weight of all that you (or others) were bringing to prayer?

Have you ever lifted your head, after that short, goal-oriented point of the meeting, the small group, the dinner table, the church service and felt like you (and others) had just not done the prayer requests justice? That you had just not felt the weight of what you were laying at God’s feet long enough to allow that request to change, to alter you … your soul … just a little bit?

Have you ever wanted to simply shout out :

“we take more time to describe our prayer praises and requests than we do praying!”

Prayer is not a checklist, not simply a mandatory start and finish to a meeting, a meal, a small group. Prayer is about allowing the God of the universe to reign in our hearts, in our lives, and our allowing Him to have dominion over us in totality … whether in want or in plenty.

A couple of years ago, I wrote about how Prayer Changes Me., and quoted C. S. Lewis, who said of prayer, “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.”

It is not that we pray so as to change the mind of God, as though he is some sort of puppeteer moving our bodies and our lives as if we are inanimate objects. We pray, so that our minds, our hearts become more in tune to the will of God, so that His will becomes our will … so that His plans become our plans. Prayer is the practice of changing the heart of the one who is praying, towards the heart of the one being prayed to.

“Are you hurting? Pray. Do you feel great? Sing. Are you sick? Call the church leaders together to pray and anoint you with oil in the name of the Master. Believing-prayer will heal you, and Jesus will put you on your feet. And if you’ve sinned, you’ll be forgiven—healed inside and out. Make this your common practice: Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you can live together whole and healed.” James 5:13-16

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“I have nothing left … not for work, not for my kids, not for my husband, not for any part of my life that demands something of me. I have no more strength, no more energy, no more solutions. I am at the end of myself.”

As I listened to those words, I heard her heart … she had reached the end of her solutions, her strength, her abilities. She did not know what to do, nor did she have the energy to fake it any longer. She was desperate, in a position of having to rely rather than having anything to offer to others.

As I shared in her sorrow, I soon realized that, although my heart and desire was to help her ‘fix’ her woes, I was not her solution, I was not her Savior. I was simply ears to hear, and arms to hold. With that realization, I felt the immensity of the weight that she was bearing. After all, haven’t we all had moments at the end of our ropes … at the end of us?

Certainly it would seem that we mere mortals periodically get to the end of our ropes, with no hope in sight, yet hope is always there in the form of God.

The problem is, that when we are at the end of our ropes, at the end of ourselves, we sometimes need an intervention, we need one to step into our moccasins, and carry us to the one who CAN fill our empty spaces. To hold a lethargic, emptied soul and lift them to the God who strengthens, who fills, is the greatest of honors, the greatest of callings.

Writer, Ann Voskamp (and Dietrich Bonhoeffer) has said, “blessed are those at the end of their rope because they can be tied to God. Blessed are the broken for they can be gathered into belonging. Blessed are those who find themselves wholly empty, because they have space to be holy filled with God.“Only he who cries… is permitted to sing…” is what Bonhoeffer said.”

“In you I rest,
In you I found my hope
In you I trust
You never let me go
I place my life
Within your hands alone
Be still my soul”

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Yesterday I wrote about the value of teaching children to use words like please, thank you and I’m sorry (Aim To Teach). Today’s post tells a story of a young (fifteen year old) man, and an older (seventy-eight year old) woman, who both put what they had been taught into practise.

The following link will take you to a video of a real story of an apology and a thank-you.

The story started with a frightening crime, and ended …

well, with an innocent one paying the debt …

… twice!

And gladly!

http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-18563_162-57605098/

“Seventy-eight-year-old Tona Herndon of Bethany, Okla., was vulnerable in every way. Her husband of 60 years had died just two weeks earlier. Her eyes were so clouded with grief, she never saw it coming.

“You know, I really didn’t even know anything was going wrong until I was halfway in the car,” she says.

She was mugged as she visited her husband’s grave.

The mugger got away with her purse and $700, but not for long. Police caught him, and the news put his mug shot on TV.

Fifteen-year-old Christian Lunsford says the first time he saw the picture, he recognized it “in detail.” He had no doubt that it was his dad.

Christian says his parents divorced when he was two, and his dad has been mostly absent ever since. Last time he heard from him was a few weeks ago. His dad gave him $250 for a band trip Christian really wants to go on.

But that’s been the extent of his parenting recently. In fact, over the years, Christian says his dad has been in and out of jail more than half a dozen times.

“There’s times that you just feel really low, like, ‘Is that going to be me?'” he says. “‘Am I going to end up like that?'”

The apple wants nothing to do with the tree. Which is why, after Christian heard about his dad’s latest crime, he reached out to the victim and asked to meet her in a church parking lot.

“You think, ‘What’s going on here?'” Tona says.

Christian says he just had to tell her he was sorry about what happened.

“It needed to be done,” he says. “She needed an apology from somebody. If I didn’t apologize, who would?”

“I thought that was so, so precious,” Tona says. “Any 15-year-old boy who has that much conscience is extraordinary.”

And Christian was just getting started.

“He gave me $250 for my band trip, but I’m not sure if it was yours or however he got it, but I’d feel bad if I didn’t give it to you,” he told Tona.

Never mind that it wasn’t his crime. He paid the debt.

“I accepted the money back,” Tona says. “And it was mine to do with what I wanted.”

Which brings us the best part of this story.

After an Okla. woman was robbed as she mourned the loss of her husband, the mugger's son knew he had to make up for his father's crime.After an Okla. woman was robbed as she mourned the loss of her husband, the mugger’s son knew he had to make up for his father’s crime.

“I want you to take your band trip,” Tona told Christian.

She gave it all back to him for his band trip.

“It was a joy to do that,” Tona says.

In the end, no money changed hands in that church parking lot, but they each got something tremendously valuable from the other.

“I feel more like my life still has a purpose,” Tona says.

“You’re not who your parents are,” Christian says. “Even if they do raise you, you can become whatever you want to be.”

No victims here.”

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I remember a number of years ago, a mom explained to me that she never forced her children to say things like :

please
thank-you
sorry

because she felt that if it did not come from the heart, it was simply words in the air. She believed that they would see and hear those words of respect and know when and how to use them sincerely.

(Funny, she did think that it was important to force her children to eat vegetables, even though they did not sincerely believe that those veggies were good for them … but, I digress).

Being respectful of others (and therefore, of ourselves) is not something that comes naturally, and so we need to practice. Although a forced, “I’m sorry” from one sibling to another (complete with eye rolling, and fingers crossed behind the backs) seems, on the outside, to be pointless … it is not. Expecting certain respectful phrases from children communicates that there is a standard to meet (a goal), and it introduces the concept of conflict resolution.

Teaching a child to say thank-you, even when Aunt Ruth has given the child clothes, rather than toys, as a gift, teaches the beauty of being thankful in all circumstances … a good tool for surviving and even thriving in life.

Teaching a child to say I’m sorry, even though they are not, holds them accountable for their actions and words … heck, this could hold a future marriage together!

Teaching a child to say please, will be the life lesson that the world does not revolve around us, and that we are reliant on the grace and generosity of others in this life we live.

I know that, as a mom, having said all this, my kids will be models of what not to do over the next few days, but that is okay, because my main diet, as a mom, is humble pie. I’m not saying I’ve got it all together, but I do have an ideal that I am aiming for, and that ideal is the target to aim towards.

“The odds of hitting your target go up
dramatically when you aim at it.”
Mal Pancoast

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Suffering stinks!

It does not matter how wise and religious we are, suffering is … suffering, and it can be accompanied by pain, fear, despair, and even hopelessness.

When I read the following blog post title, by Nate Pyle, called Confronting The Lie: God Won’t Give You More Than You Can Handle, I was intrigued. So, I read, and my curiosity turned to nodding in agreement, and even an ah-ha moment or two.

Nate says he has “taken on writing because it forces me to be authentic and vulnerable.” This post is that, and raw, and transparent.

As you prepare to read, realize this is not fluff, not feel-good … it is real, authentic, in the moment reflections on suffering.

Check out Nate’s post (below) and check out who he is at www.natepyle.com.

Confronting the lie: God won’t give you more than you can handle

March 11, 2013

“The past three weeks have been the most difficult I have ever gone through.  These three weeks have been filled with illness, the terrible-three’s (the terrible-two’s are an out-and-out lie), a friend suffering the consequence of sin, a ministry I am a part of reeling in confusion and pain, having to cancel a trip to celebrate my parents 60th birthdays, and our family experiencing the emotional roller-coaster of finding out we were pregnant only to be told the pregnancy was ectopic and could be life-threatening to my wife if it was not ended.

Needless to say, I have had enough.

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I know I am not alone.  As trying as the last three weeks have been for me, I know some people who have dealt with far more for far longer.  But that doesn’t change the fact that this has been painful for me and my wife.  In the face of all this, I can honestly say I feel no pressure to be the “pastor” and have the answer for this.  Honestly, even as a pastor, I have no answer for this.  My questions before God about the reality of what my family has experienced over the last three weeks are the exact same questions anyone would ask.

Why?
Why not step in?
Why not act?
Why wouldn’t you make it right?
Why couldn’t you part the clouds and provide a moment for us to catch our breath?
Why everything at once?
Why?

Not only am I okay asking those questions, but I think there is something holy and sacred in being courageous enough to ask them.  Don’t be fooled, those questions are only to be asked by the courageous.  It is easy to spout trite Christian platitudes designed to make people feel better with bumper-sticker theology.  But insipid axioms do little in the face of the actual brokenness of the world.  It is more courageous to ask the hard questions of God and wait for him to answer than it is to find hope on the side of coffee mug.  Asking those questions requires courage because, in the end, it is very likely they will not be answered.

Ultimately, it isn’t about the questions.  Behind the questions is a deep current of emotion threatening to overtake us.  But too often, when the fracture in the universe threatens to swallow us up in pain we fail to get fully present to our emotions.  In those moments I think we do one of two things.  Either we ask the questions but never investigate what emotion is driving those questions, or we resort to some banal Christian slogan to try and make us feel better.

This experience forced me to look at one such statement that gets spouted often when people go through a lot:  God won’t give you more than you can handle.  If I may be so bold, let’s just call that what it is:

Bullshit.

Tell that to a survivor of Auschwitz.
Tell it to the man who lost his wife and child in a car accident.
Tell it to the girl whose innocence was robbed from her.
Tell it to the person crushed under the weight of depression and anxiety.
Tell it to the kids who just learned their parent has a terminal illness.

Limp, anemic sentiments will not stand in the face of a world that is not as it should be.

Now that I have said how I feel, let me back up this argument with some actual Biblical evidence.  This particular statement, that “God won’t give you more than you can handle,” isn’t even in the Bible.  There is a statement that sounds like it.  1 Corinthians 10:13 says, “No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to humankind.  And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.”  But notice that verse is about temptation.  That’s it.  You won’t be tempted beyond what you can stand up against.  This text is not saying that you will not experience more than you can bear.  That idea just isn’t Biblical.  If anything the exact opposite is true.  Look at this text.

For we do not want you to be ignorant, brothers and sisters, of the affliction we experienced in Asia. For we were so utterly burdened beyond our strength that we despaired of life itself. Indeed, we felt that we had received the sentence of death. But that was to make us rely not on ourselves but on God who raises the dead (2 Cor 1:8,9, emphasis mine).

Later, Paul will write it is when he is weak that the strength of Christ is seen.  In other words, when we can’t do it any longer.  When we are fed up.  When it has become too much.  When we have nothing left.  When we are empty.  When it is beyond our capability to deal with it.  Then, in that moment, the strength of the God of resurrection will be seen.  Until we get to that point, we rely on ourselves thinking we can handle it and take care of the problem.

Don’t hear me saying I am rejoicing because of the last couple of weeks.  I am not.  Not once have I danced around our house shouting, “Yeah suffering!”  Instead, in the midst of pain and hurt, I am actively expecting God to do something.  I don’t know what.  I don’t know when.  But I am expecting the God of resurrection to heal us.  I am expecting God to restore us.  I am expecting him to redeem this situation.  I am expecting him to do this and so I will be actively looking and waiting for him to do something.  I believe expectant waiting can only happen when we exchange our feeble platitudes for an authentic faith that engages God with the full brunt of our emotion and pain.  Only then can salvation been seen.

But that exchange takes courage.”

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Happy Thanksgiving!

The Canadian autumn weekend of eating too much is upon us, and I cannot wait for the scent of roast turkey to begin wafting from my oven, complete with stuffing, candied yam, and desserts … yum … I AM thankful!

It is easy to sit around a table, full of great food and great people, and be thankful … but, “in all circumstances?”

Sometimes the table is missing loved ones, who do not live near, or who do not live here on Earth.

Sometimes the table has meager offerings.

Sometimes health is not good.

Sometimes relationships are not healthy.

Sometimes jobs are in peril … or non-existent.

Sometimes homes are lost.

Sometimes hope has faded.

Sometimes memories are gone.

Sometimes …

“give thanks in all circumstances;
for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”
1 Thessalonians 5:18

God’s will is for us to give thanks? But … what if that which we have gives us little to be thankful for?

I cannot speak for the heart of God, nor can I speak for any other human being, but I will share with you how life changing giving thanks has been, in the heart of this mere mortal.

As I began to post about two and a half years ago, my goal was to reflect the name I chose, itsawonderfilledlife. I wanted to not stop looking at life with the awe and wonder of a child. I wanted to never allow life to so jade me that I ceased to be amazed at just how blessed I am.

And so, as I write, as I write, each and every day, I do so with the goal of being wonder-filled in my heart.

Now, every day is not light and fluffy, and perhaps there are posts that are downright depressing … but my hope is that the focus is predominantly one of wonder.

The past three years have included some of the most heart-wrenching struggles to keep getting out of bed each day, and yet the focus of searching for wonder, has it falling at my feet each and every day …

from fog in the morning,
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/2012/11/20/fog/
to an eagle’s cry,
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/2012/09/21/where-are-my-wings/
to all of creation,
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/2011/06/02/creation-calls-me-to-believe/
to a child’s joy,
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/2012/03/15/jumping-in-puddles/
to the note of a student,
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/2013/06/21/better-than-a-gift-card/
to the message of encouragement from a friend,
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/2013/09/10/mamma-meltdown/
to the right song on the radio at just the right time,
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/2012/09/05/good-to-be-alive/
to the whisper of God, “I love you, with an everlasting love,”
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/2013/09/27/ways-he-says-i-love-you/
to the smell of fresh brewed coffee,
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/2013/08/14/making-coffee/
to the blessing of great parents,
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/2011/06/30/love-pussy-willows/
to the joy of being mom to one daughter,
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/my-loves-brittany/
to the joy of being mom to another daughter,
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/my-loves-cris/
to the joy of being mom to a son,
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/my-loves-ben/
to the joy of being mom at all,
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/2012/05/10/a-letter-on-being-mom/
to the life with the man who has loved me when I do not deserve his love,
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/my-loves-my-hubby/
to the redemption that God offered, for all my sins.
https://itsawonderfilledlife.net/my-loves-numero-uno/

… in ALL circumstance?

You bet!

Because there is always something to be thankful for! Always.

“Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.”

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If, like me, you are a Canadian, this is the weekend to eat too much turkey and stuffing, gather with family and friends, and give thanks.

Giving thanks is all about taking note of the blessings we have, rather than wishing for something new. It is about recognizing the abundance in life. It is about being giving thanks in all things, in every circumstance (1 Thessalonians 5:18) … but you can read more about that tomorrow (Sunday) at http://www.itsawonderfilledlife.net .

This week, it was, by far, Giving Birth, that was the most viewed post. A post that I wrote about my son … but I think it was most viewed because the experience of giving birth as a life-long experience is shared by most moms (and maybe even a dad or two).

Also this week, I published:

… And You Became Mine
(the promise of all promises)

Why Are You Downcast Oh My Soul
(a little longing from Psalm 42)

No Guarantees
(getting what we deserve?)

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
(pondering the need for adult recess)

Blessings to you this day,
Carole

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