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At the beginning of the Christmas break a sweet lady at church, experienced with life (aka experienced with retirement for many years), asked, “how are you?”

Before I could even put my early morning caffeine fix to work, she answered her own question,

“busy?”

with an understanding, yet predictable manner … as though she were answering her question that way because it was the most common response she had heard from anyone at my stage of life (or, perhaps, any stage of life).

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That short interaction has been in and out of my thoughts for weeks now.

I have been wondering if “busy” is a good answer.

I have been wondering if “busy” is the right answer.

I have been wondering if “busy” is the authentic answer.

I have been wondering if “busy” is the honorable answer.

I have been wondering if “busy” is something anyone ‘should’ be …

Then I came across a post written by Tyler Ward, called Busy isn’t respectable anymore. It was his title that drew my gaze, and it was his title which provided a glimmer of hope for the future … for my future, for the futures of my kids.

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The following is from his post “busy isn’t respectable anymore”, and he has other thought-provoking posts to read and ponder as well.

Why busyness isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and a challenge to put it behind us.

“The trouble with being in the rat race is that even if you win, you’re still a rat.” | Lily Tomlin

Being busy used to make me feel important. It made me feel like the world needed me, like somehow I was more valuable or valid when busy. Perhaps that’s why I wore it like a badge and quickly resorted to it when people asked how life was. Yet in all reality, busyness was just another addiction I clung to so I could avoid things that made me uncomfortable.

Sadly, the things I often stayed busy to avoid happened to be some of the more worth while things in life.

I recently shared an article by one of my favorite columnists, Tim Kreider, in which he divulges on the vanity of always being busy. The general gist of his rant can be caught when he says,

“I did make a conscious decision, a long time ago, to choose time over money, since I’ve always understood that the best investment of my limited time on earth was to spend it with people I love. I suppose it’s possible I’ll lie on my deathbed regretting that I didn’t work harder and say everything I had to say, but I think what I’ll really wish is that I could have one more beer with Chris, another long talk with Megan, one last good hard laugh with Boyd. Life is too short to be busy.”

Tim’s article is one of many pieces in a recent and widespread frustration with the perpetual busyness of life. As of late, there seems to be a general suspicion growing about the, once viable, value of always being busy. And because more questions are being asked, more answers are being found.

As it turns out, always being busy isn’t a virtue, nor is it something to respect anymore. Among many reasons for this, there are a few that stand out to me.

It can actually be a sign of an inability to manage our lives well. Though we all have seasons of crazy schedules, few people have a legitimate need to be busy ALL of the time. For the rest of us, we simply don’t know how to live within our means, prioritize correctly, or say no. “Being busy is not the same as being productive,” says Tim Ferriss, “…and is more often used as a guise for avoiding the few critically important but uncomfortable actions. Being busy is a form of laziness – lazy thinking and indiscriminate action.”

It can be indicative of a lack of confidence and self-worth. Often we stay busy to subconsciously feel important and valuable to the world around us. Sadly, this points to an ignorance of our inherent value, in that regardless of our performance in life, we are important, loved and valuable. This slippery slope typically makes us too uncomfortable with ourselves or the reality of our lives to slow down.

Busyness actually restricts professional performance and limits mental capacity. With plenty of recently published psychological and biological evidence of this, Kreider seems to capture it well in the previously cited Busy Trap when he says,

“Idleness is not just a vacation, an indulgence or a vice. It is as indispensable to the brain as vitamin D is to the body, and deprived of it we suffer a mental affliction as disfiguring as rickets. The space and quiet that idleness provides is a necessary condition for standing back from life and seeing it whole, for making unexpected connections and waiting for the wild summer lightning strikes of inspiration — it is, paradoxically, necessary to getting any work done.”

Busy often keeps us from the finer things in life. Though being busy can make us feel more alive than anything else for a time, the sensation is not sustainable long term. We will inevitably, whether tomorrow or on our deathbed, come to wish that we spent less time in the buzz of the rat race and more time actually living. Or as Seneca says in Letters from a Stoic, “There is nothing the busy man is less busied with than living, and there is nothing harder to learn.”

An Experiment & Challenge in Resisting Busy.

Paul E. Ralph is a fundraising, copywriting & marketing expert living outside of Toronto. He’s recently launched PathwaysFund, an online tool which assists non-profits to cultivate spontaneous generosity. He also happens to be a longtime friend.

I’ll never forget when I was young seeing Paul standing outside in the freezing cold after evacuating my house with nothing but his boxers, a toothbrush in his mouth, and a pet parakeet under his shirt. This was after another friend and I, in attempt to clean up around the house, emptied hot coals from the fireplace into the plastic trashcan and returned it to it’s respective place: in the garage between two Lexus’. Long story short, six firetrucks later, we were able to salvage the cars and laugh about the incident today.

Shortly after I posted the previously mentioned article, Paul reached  out to me about an experiment he and his wife did last year revolving around the issue of busyness. I thought it too good not to share.

Enter Paul.

My wife and I began noticing that everybody in our circle of influence, including ourselves, responded to virtually any question with “busy.” Normal questions? busy. Normal life? busy. It was evident that the new normal was a declaration of busy.  It became the new mantra for living in the 21st century.  ‘I am busy.  Hear me roar!’

So, we decided to conduct an experiment.

We decided to never use the phrase BUSY as an answer for an entire year and to see if there were any changes in attitude and/or behaviour. Ours. Theirs.

We noticed alright.  Instantly.

We were forced to describe our own situations with more clarity, and without our best friend ‘busy’ to blame, we engaged with people more authentically. As we did, we noticed the general depth of conversations increase as we and those we were sharing with, were invited to communicate differently about our actual states of being.

We stopped manipulating our friends. We weren’t actually aware that we were doing it before, however with that little four letter word excommunicated, we no longer predetermined the ubiquitous auto-response – “me too.”

We also quit guilting other people with all of our so called busy-ness. There’s nothing quite like the overachiever in the crowd diminishing everybody else efforts.  Our busyness somehow validated us in the minds of our peers. So we thought.  When we stopped using the word, we were free to be happy with our efforts for the day – and free to let others be comfortable with their own accomplishments.

‘The devil made me do it’ was a well-worn phrase when I was a kid.  Perhaps ‘busy’ is its new iteration.  An unintended consequence of our banishment of all things busy was that we stopped justifying our poor behaviors & choices.  As we practiced choosing better words to describe our circumstances, we noticed a steady decline in the blame game. It included saying things like “we choose to take on too much…our bad.”

And most importantly, when we quit using the word BUSY, we noticed that others did the same. It was refreshing, for all of the aforementioned reasons.

Busy, it would seem, is a self-fulfilling prophecy.  The more we said it – the more we felt it.  The more we felt – the more we acted like it.  The more we acted like it – (well, you know the rest).  Guess what?  When we quit saying it, we reversed SOME (not all) of the craziness.

Exit Paul.

So, here’s the challenge. Regardless of our love or hate of busyness, let’s experiment with what it’s absence does for us.

There are several ways we could go about doing this. Elimination using the 20/80 rule, or a good dose of Parkinson’s law, or any one of a number of popular methods. However, I like Paul’s approach.

For one month, I’m going to stop using the word “busy.” I’m going to resist the comfort of it to try and dig deeper to explain how things really are. If I feel busy, my hope is to be aware enough to discover why and to learn how I can change it.

Join me. Or at the very least, remember that being busy isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and often isn’t as necessary as we think.

Disclaimer: Being busy, in this context, is not synonymous with being hard working or productive or effective. Also, this article is calling into question busyness for busyness sake. Busyness by necessity, at least for a season, is an entirely different conversation.”

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Good morning Monday …

a Monday in January …

a Monday after the holidays …

I awoke this Monday morning with two thoughts :

  • I did not write a post for today
  • “we can do small things with great love”

Those words attributed to Mother Teresa have become my rudder for this Monday morning in January. They probably ought to become such for every day.

So, today … this Monday morning in January, back from the holiday break … I simply share her words, and challenge each of us who is tired, and wishing for just one more day, to not approach today with dread, or fear … but with living intentionally … loving intentionally.

Little things

with great love …

 

 

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Is a Christian blogger featured on a “Christian” website fulfilling his or her calling more accurately?

Is the job of a pastor more spiritual than that of a plumber?

Is a Christian teacher more ‘christian’ if he or she teach in a christian school?

Is the Christian musician who plays in church more spirit-led than the one who plays at the concert hall? the pub?

What makes a job a ‘christian’ one?

Spurgeon said:

To a man who lives unto God nothing is secular, everything is sacred.

He puts on his workday garment and it is a vestment to him.

He sits down to his meal and it is a sacrament.

He goes forth to his labor, and therein exercises the office of the priesthood. His breath is incense and his life a sacrifice.

He sleeps on the bosom of God, and lives and moves in the divine presence.

To draw a hard and fast line and say, “This is sacred and this is secular,” is, to my mind, diametrically opposed to the teaching of Christ and the spirit of the gospel…

Peter saw a sheet let down from heaven in which were all manner of beasts and four-footed creatures, which he was bidden to kill and eat, and when he refused because they were unclean, he was rebuked by a voice from heaven, saying, “What God hath cleansed that call not thou common” [Acts 10:15; 11:9].

The Lord hath cleansed your houses, he has cleansed your bed chambers, your tables…  He has made the common pots and pans of your kitchens to be as the bowls before the altar –

if you know what you are and live according to your high calling.

You housemaids, you cooks, you nurses, you ploughmen, you housewives, you traders, you sailors, your labor is holy if you serve the Lord Christ in it, by living unto Him as you ought to live.

The sacred has absorbed the secular.”

 

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Is it really 2014?

I remember when the calendar turned 2000 … hum, now I sound old!

That is how it is with time … it moves so very quickly … faster with each year … you could almost say that Time Flies. And that was the most viewed post this week, published on the first day of the new year. A post, and a then-and-now picture of my kids that was my eyes-wide-opened reminder of the race of time.

Also this week were :

Look Closer
(those who are older were once our age too)

Word of the Year
(a challenge to choose a word, rather than make a resolution, for the New Year)

Forward
(what direction are you entering 2014 looking?)

What do the Stats Say?
(a little thank-you … to you)

Blessings on your week,
Carole

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On January 1st I received my annual report for my blog … this blog.

It is full of fun and interesting facts (well … fun and interesting to me), as well as eye-catching graphics.

Apparently I published 323 new posts in 2013 … wow! I guess I had a few things to say!

Viewers located itsawonderfilledlife on FaceBook, Pinterest, Twitter, websites with links to this blog, email subscriptions, as well as intriguing Google searches.

Although most visitors to this blog came from Canada, the US and UK were not far behind.

The most viewed posts of 2013 were:

Things Not to Say to a Parent of a Child with Disabilities

It Matters who you Marry

What a Christian School is What it is Not

Top 10 Goals for 2013-Marriage

Giving Birth

The first two are guest posts, by fantastic writers writing about issues that touch many. The following three are Carole-originals.

Apparently hubby was my most active commenter … I guess he had a few things to say too!

There have been almost 50,000 hits to itsawonderfilledlife since the first post in March of 2011.

2013 ended with 753 ‘followers’ of itsawonderfilledlife.

The average daily number of views, in 2013, was 51.

So …

big deal!

what does it matter?

who cares?

do stats tell us anything?

As I sat looking over the stats I was amused, I was entertained, but mostly I was thankful.

Thankful that this daily practice … one for my own good … has also been enjoyed by others.

If you want to know the truth, the stats are cool …

but, they are not as rewarding as the comments.

Some comments are on the site, but most come in the form of emails, of messages, and even face-to-face conversations. Most often they start this way :

What you wrote today was just what I needed / I could so relate to what you shared / I had no idea that I was not the only one who had this happen / I had that happen to me too / thank-you

The more real, the more vulnerable, the more honest I am in my writing …

the more of you say thank-you.

Maybe, just maybe, what we all seek most is what is

real

vulnerable

honest

Maybe, just maybe, we are all starving for that which is really real?

Really real is messy, embarrassing, humiliating …

but every time I peel back another layer of this onion skin shell of a facade someone says to me

thank-you.

The stats are fun and interesting facts (and maybe one day they will blossom to the point that I am writing this for my heart, mind, soul and bank account 😉 ), but it is the comments that make me eager to get up and do it all again tomorrow.

So, from the bottom of my heart,

thank-you.

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Forward

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Today I am simply providing a link for you to click, then read the words of a guest writer.

It is still the New Year, and we are still thinking back at all was done … and not done, in 2013.

So today, please click on the link to http://www.aholyexperience.com/2013/12/how-to-move-forward-into-the-new-year-when-you-feel-like-you-failed-the-last-year/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+HolyExperience+%28Holy+Experience%29, where blogger, writer, speaker, mother, wife Ann Voskamp shares a good word to focus on this new year.

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I was all set to just find and share a great quote … one about fresh beginnings, or some inspiring way to say Happy New Year. Then this picture came to mind.

A ‘then and now’ picture of my beast and kids. A reminder of how time flies.

Six years ago we took on the challenge of our (one and only … EVER) beast. According to the animal rescue center, she was found running on the streets of a city in a snowstorm, and was thought to be about a year and a half. From her first meeting with us, she claimed us as her own. Now at about seven and a half years, she is middle-aged, she needs a little glucosamine to keep her joints comfortable, and she still possesses us!

Six years ago our son was just learning to read, loved LEGO, and was too short for many rides at the amusement parks. Now, at fourteen, he still can spend a day with those brightly coloured blocks, and now I look up to see his face.

Six years ago our youngest daughter wore a short bob, was in her final year of elementary school, and saw boys and girls as the same. Now, at sixteen, her hair hangs at her waist, she has just a year and a half left of high school, and regarding boys … she’s got a favourite one.

Six years ago our eldest was the age her sister is now. She spent her time reading, with friends or working at the pool. Now, at twenty-one, she still spends her time reading, with friends or working at the pool … but is fourth year in her university career, and starts her first internship this month with a great healthcare organization, and is looking at graduate schools in the East.

Oh how time flies …

“The human person is a mere empty breath; his days are like a fading shadow.”
Psalm 144:4

“Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.”
Proverbs 27:1

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Three-hundred and sixty-five days later, we face that old man again … Father Time.

What were we doing one year ago? What have we accomplished? What joys did life provide? Did we manage to lose the weight? quit smoking? exercise more?

No sense in hanging our heads, according to Forbes, only about 8% of people who make resolutions achieve them.

What if we looked at the birth of 2014 differently?

What if we ditched the long-winded, well-intended, grandiose resolutions for

one word?

In her blog post titled Gratitude is the Catalyst, Arianne Segerman tells of her own substitution for the traditional New Year’s Resolutions … picking a word to motivate, not just a diet, or change in one part of her life, but a word that would infringe on every aspect of her daily living.

May you enjoy her sharing.

I wish you a Happy New Year!

God be with you …

Carole

At the beginning of the year, I picked a word of the year for the very first time. I always wondered why people chose one word, because how did they decide? And then somewhere around the first week of January, a word hit me and it was so obvious it was from the Lord that I tucked it into my heart and have carried it in my mind ever since.

My word was Intention. It meant that this year my family would no longer just survive — we would THRIVE. And it would start with me being intentional.

As I sat down to write down some words for you guys today, I realized that one of the biggest ways I’ve learned how to be intentional is by being grateful

When I am slowing down my mind so that I can be intentional with my actions, words, heart, I do so by doing one important thing first. I look around me and find things I’m grateful for in that very moment. The sun, the birds, the cluttered house, the heart beating, the breath. Once I focus on that gratitude, I notice something happening. 

It’s as if all the things around me start to rise up. They start to fill the room. Fill my soul. And they rise higher than my stress level. And that gratitude takes form and begins to shape my thoughts and actions. Suddenly, I’m intentional.

I’ve become intentional with my husband, my children, my work, my diet, my sleep, my friendships and even my self-care. I can’t even tell you what a life-changing thing this has been for me (I highly recommend it).

I have gone years with huge life struggles, and I know what it’s like to feel as though “being intentional” is a luxury only people with an easy life get to do. I get it, I do. I “survived” for a long time with that belief system, but it held me back so much. I definitely wasn’t thriving.

Only did I start to thrive when I took a hold of the things God had laid out on a platter before me saying, “Here, my daughter, take this life, take me, and soar,” and realized I had the choice to make things different in my mind. My revelation was that my perspective really could be God’s perspective. And it wouldn’t take all that much effort on my part. In fact, it took surrender and an easy trade.

God’s perspective is that I’m worthy of a peaceful, joy-filled life. And that I deserve to head in that direction and keep going until I find it, or I find Him. He wanted to do it, to change my perspective. I need only take the platter from Him – full of His gifts – and give Him my plate – full of burdens and suffering. The easy trade.

Have you ever thought about living an intentional life? Do you use gratitude as the catalyst for change in your life?”

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For a few years we lived in a city nearby, where seniors were a growth industry! No matter if you drove, shopped, went to the library, the coffee shop or the gym seniors were everywhere.

Most were friendly, some were grouchy, some couldn’t hear well, some couldn’t see well, some forgot to bath. It was a terrific community for our children to grow and learn in their preschool, and early elementary years. To go to town meant that they would be talked to, smiled at, and sometimes have a wrinkled hand touch theirs. As a family with grandparents on the other side of the country, this elder-world we called home was a welcomed and adored atmosphere.

Hubby is also a pastor, and so our kids have had the great benefit of being around people of a variety of ages within our church communities over the years.

I think all of us have had awkward moments and experiences with those who are older. Perhaps it was a visit to a care home full of unpleasant smells, odd noises and residents staring off into the distance. Or maybe it was the annual Christmas visits with that older relative who squeezed your cheeks, or referred to your legs as chubby, or who asked you the same question over and over again.

The other day I clicked on a link to an article that originated at Elder Helpers, which touched my heart. This article awakened within me the desire to remember that those whose age is doubled my own, were once my age … feeling similar things, facing similar struggles, giggling at the same silly things.

Enjoy this poem, and the story which is similar for many silver-haired ladies and gents.

The context below is imaginary, the poem was written originally by Phyllis McCormack and adapted by Dave Griffith.

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses?…….     What do you see?
What are you thinking…….   when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man,…….    not very wise,
Uncertain of habit…….    with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food…….    and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice…….    ’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice…….    the things that you do.
And forever is losing…….     A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not…….     lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding…….    The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?…….    Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse…….    you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am…….     as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, …….     as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten…….    with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters…….   who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen…….   with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now…….     a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty…….    my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows…….    that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now…….    I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide…….     And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty…….     My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other…….   With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons…….    have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me…….     to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more,…….    Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children…….    My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me…….     My wife is now dead.
I look at the future…….    I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing…….     young of their own.
And I think of the years…….      And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man…….      and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age…….      look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles…….      grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone…….    where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass…….    A young man still dwells,
And now and again…….    my battered heart swells
I remember the joys…….    I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living…….     life over again.
I think of the years, all too few…….      gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact…….     that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people…….     open and see.
Not a cranky old man.
Look closer…   see…….   ME!!Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!The best and most beautiful things of this world can’t be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!”

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In Deep Trouble

As I awoke this morning with a pounding headache, my first thoughts were pain relievers … and that I had not prepared a post for today!

I have taken the past month off from writing … the longest I had gone before was about three days. I had awoke one morning frustrated by certain happenings in my life, and thought that I was empty of anything of value to share.

So, I stopped.

At first I missed it, but I had gotten myself into a bit of a funk in the way I was thinking, and each day I allowed my ‘hopeless situation’ and self-deprecating thoughts to bury me into a mire of apathy.

Then I recently realized what I was missing. My time writing is usually also part of my quiet time with God, with His word. These words on a screen are the outcome of working through God’s words in my life, and without the finger-tapping on the keys, there was less connection to the one who could pull me out of the pit.

Today’s guest post comes from Cheryl Zelenka, from her blog Weeping into Dancinging. She shared an old story, one with great teaching.

“I came across this story and had to share it with you. Life has both good and bad times but there is always HOPE. Hold on to your faith! Trust that God will provide the strength, ideas, friends, and means to bring you through your  trial or testing. He is all you need!

One day a farmer’s donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn’t worth it to retrieve the donkey. 

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He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone’s amazement he quieted down. 

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up. 

As the farmer’s neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off! 

MORAL :

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy: 

1. Free your heart from hatred – Forgive. 

2. Free your mind from worries – Most never happens.

3. Live simply and appreciate what you have. 

4. Give more.

5. Expect less from people but more from yourself.

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