Written August 20, 2010
“To be “pre-occupied” means to fill our time and place long before we are there. This is worrying in the more specific sense of the word. It is a mind filled with “what if . . . “. When we are preparing for eventualities, we seldom fully trust the moment.”
Henri J. M. Nouwen Making All Things New, (An Invitation to the Spiritual Life) p. 25, 26
Lord, I’ve been “preoccupied” lately.
Perhaps this is contributing to my restlessness.
It certainly is not contributing to my peace!
And last night as we gently rocked on the swing
in the cool night breezes.
the “what if . . . .” question took over.
How different it would have been had we talked
instead about “What IS . . . .”
A quiet summer evening
in our back yard sanctuary
lovingly created and tended by my husband.
Sitting in Mom and Dad’s swing
a reminder of their love and care for us.
Seven grandchildren with one more on the way!
Grandchildren who are already hiding
Your word in their little hearts . . .
Friends who nurture us . . .
love us as we are
and still challenge us to
stay the course . . .
Evidences of our own personal growth
and a better-than-ever 40 marriage
Hugs from little ones
and not-so-little ones anymore
and sloppy kisses. . .
Even a house withOUT a renter
and the challenge to trust . . .
“Enough . . . .” of material things . . .
Lord, thank you for this reminder.
Help me remember to “occupy”
until You come!
Matthew 6: 30-34 The Message: (notice the word “preoccupying” below!)
30-33: “If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I’m trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God’s giving. People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don’t worry about missing out. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met.
34: “Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.
“A spiritual discipline is necessary in order to move slowly from an absurd (Latin word for ‘deaf’) to an obedient (‘listening’) life . . . from a life filled with noisy worries to a life in which there is some inner space where we can listen to our God and follow His guidance.”
As I was reading this, I looked up and saw an airplane on approach to the runway. That in itself is not usual; I was sitting at the Lake, about a mile from the airport, but this morning, the approach was unusual. Normally I would not have noticed an airplane headed to the runway…but this one was flying right toward me – well, toward the airport.
I believe God used the out-of-the-ordinaryt flight plan that day to capture my attention. I didn’t have my camera and I have not seen that approach being used since, but I did go back a few days later and get a picture of a plane headed to the airport – I wanted to “Remember and Celebrate” what God taught me! Maybe some day I’ll be at the Lake and see that original approach again. I hope so!
Just a few days later, right before our National Creative Memories convention began, I was at a friend’s home, for the evening, anticipating some quiet time in the morning before the happy “madness” begins. As I meditated on these words once again, I was struck once more that this kind of life requires intentionality!
And I wrote . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
God, I know this:
but I need to be reminded.
You give insights and guidance.
But for me to receive this guidance,
I need to be quiet.
Lord, I am going to convention . . .
noise and happy confusion
from the time I hit the place . . .
non -stop for three 1/2 days.
And I know I must
plan for . . .
head into . . .
set my sights on . . .
finding quiet moments.
just like this airplane,
lining up for the runway
long before it gets there.
I love it when you plan for times with me.
You have changed me in so many ways,
Help me pay attention to how I show up this week.
My dear Carol, I will,
but you have to give me focused time!
Shirley says you can always
find a closet!
Look for it!
Thank you Lord!
Added note: I did find a rather unusual “closet,” but that’s for another time!
If this is the first time you are reading my blog, take a moment to read “my story” (see above) which will help you understand the context of my entries on this blog
Today I am thinking about
a brown-eyed little boy –
born 53 years ago today –
I think about what he would have been as an adult!
I only knew him 2 1/2 years –
too little time to really know . . .
I remember eyes sparkling with life,
full of mischief.
I think he would have been
more tall than short . . .
still have his brown eyes
and brown hair . . .
And we’d call him Ron, instead of Ronnie!
I miss him on days like today –
I imagine he and Gordon are “playing” together once again.
Someday I will “play” with them too.
Feeling tender, a little sad and happy that I had him in my life!
And grateful for the love of friends who have become like family to me!!
As I supported and cared for a friend who had lost her son, I also was comforted as I thought of how God had been with me. I sent the following to her:
In the summer of 2000, Somewhere in Alaska, we took this picture. As I looked at it one day years later, I thought of how someone had to cut through this mountain to create this road.
And then I thought about how God has been there, helping us cut through our mountain of grief – and on to the other side.
And not only God, but those who have walked this road with us . . .
My prayer, dear friend, is that you will continue to experience God’s grace as you journey through this grief.
Just a few days ago, someone told me her friend’s brother died and we talked about how to comfort someone who has lost someone they love. I wrote this back in the fall of 2006 about a year after Gordon died of hypothermia, lost in the mountains of Montana.
To Those Who Would Comfort Me
Don’t tell me you know how I feel
even if you have lost your brother!
You didn’t lose mine.
Don’t tell me how I will grieve,
even if you’ve journeyed through grief.
Your grief is not my grief.
Your journey is not my journey.
Instead, let me tell you how I feel.
Then hold me as I weep.
Don’t tell me God is Sovereign.
I know that.
Give me time to believe it once again
for myself . . .
for this time in my life.
Don’t ask me if I’m glad
my brother is in heaven.
Of course I am glad he’s in HEAVEN.
But right now I want him here with me.
And don’t talk to me yet of all the things
he is experiencing there.
I miss him too much for that to comfort me.
“For the believer, grief is not
about the one who has died.
It’s about the ones
who are left behind
who must redefine their lives
without the one they love.”
This will take time.
Don’t casually quote Romans 8:28. *
I believe that too,
but I need time to internalize it
in this situation.
This too takes time.
God, Thank you!
for the people in my life,
who walk beside me on this journey,
allowing me to travel
at the speed I can manage,
And cheer for me when I make it to
they knew I would reach all along.
* Romans 8:28 (New International Version)
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to His purpose.
After my only brother suddenly died,
I learned the value of a “breath prayer.”
A breath prayer is what you pray
when you can’t pray . . .
when you have no words. . .
when your emotions are so ragged,
you can’t even form words.
My breath prayer was
“God, I need to hear from you.”
I prayed this prayer over and over
until I “heard.”
I offer my breath prayer to you
if you need one.
August 2010 Note – One day, a couple years later I realized my breath prayer was changing. Often I prayed “Jesus, I just want to be with you.” I still use both breath prayers.
Page from “Remember and Celebrate” – A Creative Memories Storybook Sample of my writing.
- My Grandson . . . . . . . . . .
- He delights in my presence.
- He watches for me to come,
- and runs to meet me at the door.
- Or sometimes he waits
- until I come in the door,
- then runs across the room,
- flies into my arms,
- giving me big hugs
- and one of our own special,
- name-brand waterproof kisses.
He loves me.
He thinks I am wonderful.
I don’t have to do anything
except “show up.”
He just seems to want me!
God, I want to delight in you,
as Jake delights in me.
I know You already delight in me .
C.S. Lewis says “I think we delight to praise what we enjoy because the praise not merely expresses, but completes the enjoyment. Complete my enjoyment of you, Dear God
written July 2008, 2 years ago: God, there is so much change and growth going on in my life. You are helping me understand myself better. Sometimes I get tired of the energy it takes to continue growing. And that is where I was yesterday as I sat by the Lake: Yesterday the grasses danced in the wind. They did not resist nor did they fight . They danced a graceful dance . . . gently swaying, dipping and then suddenly changing direction all in response to the wind. Today the dance is much gentler . . . The wind is gentler. At first the grasses look fragile . . . as if they could break . . . as if they have no mind of their own. Then I see - each blade is strong. Its strength lies in its ability to bend and sway all in response to the wind. Lord, You speak to me through this dance. I am calmed. . . enchanted by the grace-filled movement. I want the "true me". . . the one you created to dance. I cannot forsake this journey. I must continue. Lord, let me be full of grace bringing calm and sweet peace to those who watch me dance in response to your Holy Spirit. Help me uncover the "true self" . . . the one you created me to be. And then shed the "false self" the one that works so hard to preserve its image. Help me pay attention to YOU . . . the one who made me. And let the true me dance.
Lord, I’ve been sitting here at the lake.
The assignment from my class is to
“practice solitude” . . .
to be quiet
in Your presence.
I should just be honest and say
I know I should do this assignment.
But I’d really like to get going.
I have a lot to do today.
And just sitting here quietly
in Your presence
doesn’t seem very “productive.”
I should be
or at least
writing in my journal.
But QUIET? Just BEING?
It doesn’t help that the ice cream truck plays on and on.
Lord, how can I practice solitude and quiet
with “La Cucaracha”
playing over and over? ”
Good! It’s leaving now.
I’ll start over!
But the truck simply drives down the street
to another location . . .
And the music begins again?
Lord, what in the world am I to learn from this?
Ahh…quiet once again . . .
And I hear You say,
“Don’t give up so fast.
No one ever said it was easy
to just ‘be.'”