There is a first time for everything and today I experienced one of those firsts.... I had my eyes dilated. I didn't expect much. Just a very routine exam. Guess I didn't really understand what all the doc can see when he does that! I knew it allowed him to see inside my eye, but I didn't know that it tells him not just about your optical health, it also can show signs of other health concerns. He can see the optic nerve and the blood vessels that lead to it. If the blood vessels don't look right in the eye, there is likely another problem elsewhere in the body. He can also see the retina - which is the part of the eye that helps you focus and see with visual clarity.
Dilation does not hurt. It does not blind you. It just makes it harder for you to focus on small things like text for a short while. It is a minor inconvenience but necessary for the doctor to check the general health of your vision.
Yes I realize my fascination with a routine eye exam is somewhat unusual and I was taken aback by that fact myself. But the more I thought about what dilation does for the eye doctor, I began to think that perhaps it's what God is doing to me right now.
For quite some time, I've been highly distracted and have lacked focus. I'm not really hurt and definitely not blind but there are certain things that lack clarity in my life. Maybe God is doing a check - looking at the blood vessels inside to show me where I may have other health issues in my soul. Looking at my spirtual retina to see why I may not have the spiritual clarity I need. It is a little more than a minor inconvenience right now but hopefully it is temporary.
I looked up dilate in the dictionary. The definition is to make wider or larger; cause to expand. I hope that is the result of my spiritual dilation and I know that whatever the result, God can provide the perfect remedy.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Peachy.
16 years ago today, I held a little baby girl with black fuzzy hair in my arms for the very first time. She came to me after an incredibly difficult and long 9 month journey. But as I touched her soft pink skin and counted her 10 tiny toes and 10 dainty fingers, I knew that every day of sickness and pain had been worth it. God knew I needed her as much as she needed me.
Her infancy was no bed of roses. She rarely slept and was colicky and cranky. She tried every last strand of patience I had. But somehow, through it all, my love for her not only provided patience but deepened with every rudely awakened hour. Eventually the terror subsided and she and I began to click. She became my
sidekick, my girlie, my source of laughter and joy on a daily basis.
Today is no different. She still has moments where she tries every last strand of patience I have but overall she still brings me laughter and joy on a daily basis. I am in awe when I look at her and think about all she is already doing with her young life. I marvel in the fact that she's mine. I take no credit for her intelligence and talent because I believe that drive comes from within. God has wonderful plans in store for her and I can't wait to see all He intends to do with her life. I wonder if Mary felt as humbled as I do when she looked at Jesus? I know that's a bit extreme but I am incredibly honored that God chose me to be this child's mother. I am even more honored that she looks to me for love and support.
With each new step toward independence that she takes, I experience a twinge of apprehension and fear. Not only is she venturing into this dangerous world, she is inching even closer to adulthood. She will not be at home much longer and will soon be on her way to the future she is destined to know. I am both excited and sad - yet I know it must happen. I feel God's hand upon her and I know He will be guiding her every step. And yet.... I long to hold that little hand one more time as she crosses the street, long to sing one more lullaby while rocking her to sleep, long to smell that baby shampooed hair and hear her chitter chatter as she reads aloud.
But yet - I wave to her as she drives off in her little green Mazda with a forced smile upon my face and a tiny tear descending from my eye....
Her infancy was no bed of roses. She rarely slept and was colicky and cranky. She tried every last strand of patience I had. But somehow, through it all, my love for her not only provided patience but deepened with every rudely awakened hour. Eventually the terror subsided and she and I began to click. She became my
sidekick, my girlie, my source of laughter and joy on a daily basis.
Today is no different. She still has moments where she tries every last strand of patience I have but overall she still brings me laughter and joy on a daily basis. I am in awe when I look at her and think about all she is already doing with her young life. I marvel in the fact that she's mine. I take no credit for her intelligence and talent because I believe that drive comes from within. God has wonderful plans in store for her and I can't wait to see all He intends to do with her life. I wonder if Mary felt as humbled as I do when she looked at Jesus? I know that's a bit extreme but I am incredibly honored that God chose me to be this child's mother. I am even more honored that she looks to me for love and support.
With each new step toward independence that she takes, I experience a twinge of apprehension and fear. Not only is she venturing into this dangerous world, she is inching even closer to adulthood. She will not be at home much longer and will soon be on her way to the future she is destined to know. I am both excited and sad - yet I know it must happen. I feel God's hand upon her and I know He will be guiding her every step. And yet.... I long to hold that little hand one more time as she crosses the street, long to sing one more lullaby while rocking her to sleep, long to smell that baby shampooed hair and hear her chitter chatter as she reads aloud.
But yet - I wave to her as she drives off in her little green Mazda with a forced smile upon my face and a tiny tear descending from my eye....
Sunday, January 23, 2011
The answer
So... if you've been reading my thoughts, you know I've been waiting for an answer and God has been silent. You also may know that over the past week, I've had a tremendous amount of time for thought and reflection. God finally spoke. At first His answer made perfect sense. He didn't give me all the info however. I've been asking alot of whys - like 3 year olds often do. Why this, why that? The main "why" I was struggling with was where He gave the answer - but He didn't tell me what do with that answer or how to act. So I did what I thought made sense. And I thought I would be ok with that. I thought it was the right thing to do. Never act without clear direction. It will hurt you.
I know now that my action was not necessarily what needed to be done - not yet anyway. There were a series of events that led to that realization. The first one was a strike of irony I can't explain in this blog. Something from the past that came back and hit me like a load of bricks. Then a whole flood of emotion, followed by calm, followed by a storm, followed by numbness. And then that whole lump in the pit of my stomach feeling that would not go away. My action obviously did not lead to peace - it lead to turmoil.
It is beginning to occur to me that I can't always live life based on what makes sense or is logical. Life is not based on logic. God does not always use reason or rationality for His greater good. We see it every day - miracles happen and never are they laced with a smidge of logic. I try so hard to be practical and do the right thing - but sometimes what I think is right is actually wrong. Maybe it's ok to go a little crazy now and then and defy logic and just let yourself feel....
So I guess God gave me a partial answer - which is good. He told me why. AND I'm SO THANKFUL for that why. I feel like I can quit searching in that area. But as to the what, when and how - I just have to rely on Him some more and know that in His precious timing, He will reveal to me the actions to be taken and then give me a peace about them. Am I still a bit uneasy? Of course! I am in uncharted territory. I am afraid. Afraid of the feelings, the uncertainty, the consequences. Risk. But God has my back. I'm trusting Him in that. and I'm trusting Him also to have the backs of those I love.
I know now that my action was not necessarily what needed to be done - not yet anyway. There were a series of events that led to that realization. The first one was a strike of irony I can't explain in this blog. Something from the past that came back and hit me like a load of bricks. Then a whole flood of emotion, followed by calm, followed by a storm, followed by numbness. And then that whole lump in the pit of my stomach feeling that would not go away. My action obviously did not lead to peace - it lead to turmoil.
It is beginning to occur to me that I can't always live life based on what makes sense or is logical. Life is not based on logic. God does not always use reason or rationality for His greater good. We see it every day - miracles happen and never are they laced with a smidge of logic. I try so hard to be practical and do the right thing - but sometimes what I think is right is actually wrong. Maybe it's ok to go a little crazy now and then and defy logic and just let yourself feel....
So I guess God gave me a partial answer - which is good. He told me why. AND I'm SO THANKFUL for that why. I feel like I can quit searching in that area. But as to the what, when and how - I just have to rely on Him some more and know that in His precious timing, He will reveal to me the actions to be taken and then give me a peace about them. Am I still a bit uneasy? Of course! I am in uncharted territory. I am afraid. Afraid of the feelings, the uncertainty, the consequences. Risk. But God has my back. I'm trusting Him in that. and I'm trusting Him also to have the backs of those I love.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Forced reflection
So I had this trip to KC planned for several weeks. I was looking forward to it - counting the days. I had a nagging fear it would get changed or cancelled but I was wrong....sort of. I arrived as planned today and the week has gone off without a hitch so I was super pumped about that. But about an hour after I got here, down came the snowflakes - BIG ones! And it is still snowing - BIG time.
Instead of experiencing the excitement of exploring a new place, I am holed up in my hotel room. Remarkably, I am not too upset about it. Sure I'm a little bummed but it seems as if I needed this time for reflection. Life has been dealing me some tricky cards lately and I have just been sweeping them off to the side thinking I will take care of them later. It is becoming more apparent that I can't simply put things off but that I need to address them - head on. Decisions must be made but I am not equipped to handle them yet. I need more info. I need to study a bit more, listen a bit more, PRAY alot more.
So I think I will take this time to get some of the heaviness I feel off my chest. To figure out where I stand. Absorb the feelings I have and decide just what to do with them. OH - and psych myself up for the drive to work tomorow morning in KC traffic and SNOW! Yup - I'm shakin in mah boots on that one! BUT - I know once I tackle that, I will feel a great sense of accomplishment and courage. And THAT is exactly what I need right now :)
Instead of experiencing the excitement of exploring a new place, I am holed up in my hotel room. Remarkably, I am not too upset about it. Sure I'm a little bummed but it seems as if I needed this time for reflection. Life has been dealing me some tricky cards lately and I have just been sweeping them off to the side thinking I will take care of them later. It is becoming more apparent that I can't simply put things off but that I need to address them - head on. Decisions must be made but I am not equipped to handle them yet. I need more info. I need to study a bit more, listen a bit more, PRAY alot more.
So I think I will take this time to get some of the heaviness I feel off my chest. To figure out where I stand. Absorb the feelings I have and decide just what to do with them. OH - and psych myself up for the drive to work tomorow morning in KC traffic and SNOW! Yup - I'm shakin in mah boots on that one! BUT - I know once I tackle that, I will feel a great sense of accomplishment and courage. And THAT is exactly what I need right now :)
Monday, January 17, 2011
It's my day off so I"m going to rant a little.
Many many random things go through my mind on a daily basis but lately I have been thinking about the definition of sin. Who decided what is and isn't sin? Yes - I know - I have the pat Sunday school answers. The Bible is the ultimate word of God and so on and so forth. And...I'm not trying to be sacreligious here but --- I have sort of a problem with that. I do believe the Bible is the word of God but it is interpreted in 5000 different ways by each person who reads it. Take 5 men off the street and have them read the same passage. Each one will get a different meaning out of it.
My last blog was about finding God in the midst of a tattoo parlor. Someone commented about how they have found God in a multitude of unexpected places more so than they ever found Him in a church. Now that's just sad. But you know what? It can be so true. I've noticed the happy hour crew tends to be more of a family than the church people I know. I even know a group that meets at the bar every Wednesday night and call it "church". There is a closeness there that supercedes what we are doing in our churches. Maybe there's no fear of judgement. Maybe its the alcohol. Whatever it is, we as Christians need to find it. We are missing the mark!
And then... I think of people. Many Christians I know don't have a clue what it means to mimic the love of Christ. Church is the last place some would go to find comfort or solace in the midst of a crisis. They'd rather talk to the bartender or the hairdresser or the tattoo artist. We tend to look down at the gay and lesbian community for the lifestyle but they often have a better grasp of God's love than we do. Yes - I struggle with the lifestyle but only because I don't understand it. Who am I to say they are wrong? Perhaps my view has changed because my brother is gay but I also know many other homosexual individuals that display the love of God in their lives more than any straight guy I know!
So I really wish people would stop compartmentalizing God. I really wish people would quit assuming they *know* what is sin and what isn't. That is not our job. Our job is to display the love the Christ in our lives and accept all people for who they are and love them. Love them to Christ! And look for God....look everywhere! He is everywhere - literally. He is in the grocery store, the liquor store, the bar, the strip club, the tattoo parlor and the street corner. He is also in my life, the lesbian across the street's life, the gay hairdresser's life, and the life of that guy who is a different religion that you.
And in this blog. And even at the Golden Globe awards last night when that weirdo made the comment at the end (and thank you to God for making me an atheist). That guy needs the love of God - he just doesn't realize it yet. Someone will show him - and that someone will probably be the guy you'd least expect.
My last blog was about finding God in the midst of a tattoo parlor. Someone commented about how they have found God in a multitude of unexpected places more so than they ever found Him in a church. Now that's just sad. But you know what? It can be so true. I've noticed the happy hour crew tends to be more of a family than the church people I know. I even know a group that meets at the bar every Wednesday night and call it "church". There is a closeness there that supercedes what we are doing in our churches. Maybe there's no fear of judgement. Maybe its the alcohol. Whatever it is, we as Christians need to find it. We are missing the mark!
And then... I think of people. Many Christians I know don't have a clue what it means to mimic the love of Christ. Church is the last place some would go to find comfort or solace in the midst of a crisis. They'd rather talk to the bartender or the hairdresser or the tattoo artist. We tend to look down at the gay and lesbian community for the lifestyle but they often have a better grasp of God's love than we do. Yes - I struggle with the lifestyle but only because I don't understand it. Who am I to say they are wrong? Perhaps my view has changed because my brother is gay but I also know many other homosexual individuals that display the love of God in their lives more than any straight guy I know!
So I really wish people would stop compartmentalizing God. I really wish people would quit assuming they *know* what is sin and what isn't. That is not our job. Our job is to display the love the Christ in our lives and accept all people for who they are and love them. Love them to Christ! And look for God....look everywhere! He is everywhere - literally. He is in the grocery store, the liquor store, the bar, the strip club, the tattoo parlor and the street corner. He is also in my life, the lesbian across the street's life, the gay hairdresser's life, and the life of that guy who is a different religion that you.
And in this blog. And even at the Golden Globe awards last night when that weirdo made the comment at the end (and thank you to God for making me an atheist). That guy needs the love of God - he just doesn't realize it yet. Someone will show him - and that someone will probably be the guy you'd least expect.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Inked!
I have thought about tattoos for a long time. I don't have a problem with them at all - in fact I think some of them are really beautiful. I do, however, think that one has to give very careful consideration to what they want permanently etched onto their person. While there are removal methods, they are expensive and painful and I'm not convinced they work entirely. There always seems to be a shadow of the former image....
In considering the possibility of my own tattoo, I began to consider how some of my decisions in essence have already been tattooed upon my heart and/or brain. Some of them beautiful... some of them notsomuch. None of them were ever considered before they happened! In fact, it's just now dawning on me that I have some control over what I let be inked into my heart and soul.
I know there are things that will happen and are beyond my control that will stay with me for life. Those things - even the painful ones - are good reminders of both joyous events and lessons learned. However there are some things that I etched in myself - by bad choices - and unfortunately those pictures are not so pleasing to the eye.
God is the ultimate laser tattoo removal specialist and He works wonders with this type of permanent ink. Unfortunately, our memory is never erased entirely and there are always shadows of decisions gone bad. However, going forward, I at least understand better the permanency of my decisions and hopefully the shadows of my past will be reminder enough to make better choices in the future.
Bet you never thought God might speak to you in a tattoo parlor eh?
In considering the possibility of my own tattoo, I began to consider how some of my decisions in essence have already been tattooed upon my heart and/or brain. Some of them beautiful... some of them notsomuch. None of them were ever considered before they happened! In fact, it's just now dawning on me that I have some control over what I let be inked into my heart and soul.
I know there are things that will happen and are beyond my control that will stay with me for life. Those things - even the painful ones - are good reminders of both joyous events and lessons learned. However there are some things that I etched in myself - by bad choices - and unfortunately those pictures are not so pleasing to the eye.
God is the ultimate laser tattoo removal specialist and He works wonders with this type of permanent ink. Unfortunately, our memory is never erased entirely and there are always shadows of decisions gone bad. However, going forward, I at least understand better the permanency of my decisions and hopefully the shadows of my past will be reminder enough to make better choices in the future.
Bet you never thought God might speak to you in a tattoo parlor eh?
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Listening to the Quiet
So last night as I was asking why, I sat still for a minute and tried to quiet my inner 2 year old. I was quiet... and still.... and I didn't fall asleep right away. I listened. I heard the activities of the house and I heard my breathing and I heard a few of my thoughts but then I blocked all of that out. Before I began my prayer, I found quiet... I found peace.... and for that moment, even though He did not speak, I found God.
He still is not speaking to me about the particular issue for which I need answers, but He is here,with me, all the time. He puts His loving arms around me and holds me in such a way that I know everything is as it should be at this point in time. He does not move me to act but seems to hold me right where I am in a stance of comfort. And even though there are no words, I feel His presence is His way of communicating that there is absolutely nothing for me to do right now. He has ME in His hands and He knows what I need. He will work out everything in His time, not mine. He will provide the desires of my heart even if they are not what I think they are or not what I think I want.
I don't really understand why He would allow me to go on living in this state of uneasiness but I feel He is trying to calm me in a way.... I *do* trust Him but it is hard to not ask Him to just hurry up and fix this situation or hurry up and fix me.
So when I finally feel that I am able to request of Him, I simply ask for discernment. Discernment to know when to act and when to be still. Discernment in the words I should say and when to say them or when to keep them inside. Discernment to know what is true and what is false in this tricky game of life. Discernment in what is beginning and what might need to end.
He knows what I will do even before I do.... just wish He could tell me now and give fair warning before I make too many life altering errors.
He still is not speaking to me about the particular issue for which I need answers, but He is here,with me, all the time. He puts His loving arms around me and holds me in such a way that I know everything is as it should be at this point in time. He does not move me to act but seems to hold me right where I am in a stance of comfort. And even though there are no words, I feel His presence is His way of communicating that there is absolutely nothing for me to do right now. He has ME in His hands and He knows what I need. He will work out everything in His time, not mine. He will provide the desires of my heart even if they are not what I think they are or not what I think I want.
I don't really understand why He would allow me to go on living in this state of uneasiness but I feel He is trying to calm me in a way.... I *do* trust Him but it is hard to not ask Him to just hurry up and fix this situation or hurry up and fix me.
So when I finally feel that I am able to request of Him, I simply ask for discernment. Discernment to know when to act and when to be still. Discernment in the words I should say and when to say them or when to keep them inside. Discernment to know what is true and what is false in this tricky game of life. Discernment in what is beginning and what might need to end.
He knows what I will do even before I do.... just wish He could tell me now and give fair warning before I make too many life altering errors.
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