Recently, our family participated in a photo scavenger hunt with our church. One of the challenges was to dress up as superheros and pretend to rescue our pastor. Towels and pillowcases became capes. Old shirts were turned inside out and painted with names like, “Super Mommy” and “Lightning Ian.” And what costume is complete without a mask?

Playing dress up and pretending to be someone else is fun. But even children know it is just pretend. They know they have not actually transformed into Superman or Batman.

In reality, many of us play dress up every day. We may be so used to wearing our costumes that we don’t realize we have one on. When someone asks how we are doing and we smile and say, “Fine”, but inside we are crying, we are in fact pretending. When we act like our life is great while our world is crumbling down around us, we are pretending. When we fear to open up to others about who we really are, we are pretending.

I am often a pretender.

I wear masks and pretend to be someone I am not. Fearing what other people may think, I hide my pain and struggles. Instead of talking about my fears and doubts, I talk about the weather, a new sale at the store, or the latest tv show. Rather than admit my failures or shame, I keep them hidden behind shallow conversation and a painted on smile.

While small talk is a cultural and often necessary part of conversation, it shouldn’t always stay there. At some point, friendship should go deeper. In fact, it needs to go deeper. Certainly not with every person we meet, but there should always be people in our lives with whom we are real. We needs to have friends with whom we share our true, authentic selves.

Why be real? God gave us each other in the Body of Christ to encourage and spur one another on (Hebrews 10:24). We are instructed to “encourage one another daily, as long as it is called Today, so that none of you may be hardened by sin’s deceitfulness.” (Hebrews 3:13) How can we do that if we don’t know each others struggles? How can we do that if we pretend that everything is great? It is when we are transparent and authentic with other believers that we live out the call to “love one another deeply, from the heart.” (1 Peter 1:22)

It’s not easy though. The times when I have taken off my mask to someone else has been quite painful. Like ripping a scab off before it has healed, removing a mask often reveals raw wounds, ugly sin, and oozing emotions. Once removed, we have to endure the heavy blanket of silence while we wait for the other person’s response. What if they react to the ugliness? What if the messes in our lives turn our friends away? What if they don’t reciprocate?

I have lived both with my mask on and with it off and I prefer to live without it. While I have been rejected or the other person doesn’t in turn share their true self with me, the acceptance and love I have received from those who do more than makes up for it. Remembering that Jesus also faced rejection gives me courage. Knowing that His closest and best friends turned away from Him at the time when He needed it most, helps me to face my rejections. And knowing that Christ always accepts me gives me strength to risk being authentic with other people, because no matter how they respond, I know I will never be rejected by Him.

Putting on costumes and playing dress up is fun. But playing dress up with our hearts is not. We need to be real so that others can help us heal. Removing the mask, while painful, is necessary for growth. By having authentic relationships, we help one another move forward in holiness, to become who we really are. We are all fellow travellers on this journey toward the Celestial City. Each of us is fallen and sinful, it makes no sense to pretend otherwise. Let’s stop pretending, remove our masks, and do life together-for real.

(And I am sharing the above embarrassing photo with you because I know you will only love me:)

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photo courtesy Christina Fox

photo courtesy Christina Fox

photo courtesy Christina Fox

There is something about a vacation that makes the heavy burdens of life fall off our backs. Everything seems brighter and clearer. The senses are heightened as we take in the beauty of God’s creation. Getting away is often restorative not only physically but spiritually as well.

God somehow seems closer the farther from home I get.

I was gone for three weeks this summer. To be honest, I didn’t want to return home (and I live in the land of vacations!). I didn’t want to lose the closeness to God I had experienced while away. I didn’t want the burdens of life to creep back on my shoulders. I didn’t want the peace in my heart to fade.

But does it really have to?

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I do not like to wait for anything. Patience is not one of my virtues. Having children has only exacerbated this lack in me. Yet, life requires waiting-waiting for the kids to get ready, for the computer to wake up, for a return text, for my turn in line, etc.

I know that waiting is good for me and that I can learn much while in the valley. Too often though, when I wait for God to move or answer a question, I attempt to push things along. Do you ever do that? I try to help Him make a decision or ensure His will comes to fruition (as though I could). I go on ahead without an answer or direction. When I face a junction in my life, I turn down a road without knowing if it’s even the path He wants me to take.

Recently, I spent time with the Israelites in Exodus chapter thirty-two. To read the rest of this post, visit my friend Michelle at Graceful, where I am writing today.

My gratitude list for this week: #1716-1732

All our homeschool curriculum ordered

Opportunities to write

$1 summertime movies

All the “why” questions my kids ask

Peace that passes all understanding

Watching Ian jump off the diving board for the first time

Saying goodbye to friends who moved to Hong Kong-sad to say goodbye but excited for what God is doing in their lives

Meeting every Tuesday with members from our church community for “Taco Tuesday” at Tijuana Flats

Girls night at my house: Godiva chocolate and a movie

Giving my time and to-do list to God

Attending a baby shower for a friend

Being amazed at what’s changed in just five years

Church fellowship lunch

Doing laundry at the company corporate apartment because our dryer broke

Clean laundry!

Going to the grocery store by myself

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My friend Chadwick, from Different Parent , is back guest posting today. He and his family are going through a wonderful journey toward adoption. In the process, they are learning as a family what it means to love as Jesus loves.

Over 10 years ago, as my wife and I were dating, I had the privilege of traveling as lead vocalist in a worship band. We were pretty cheesy, looking back, but had some great times. Because we were sponsored by the University, we had financial backing and all the “right” connections. I had the chance to lead thousands of people in worship, and we had recorded alive album. Things were looking great for the future of however God might use me in ministry.

In a moment of honesty, my wife(fiancée at the time) took a step of faith, by asking me through tears, “Would you give it all up?”

I asked what she meant. She shared with me that God had been saying something to her about Africa. wasn’t sure what it was yet, but wanted to know…if God eventually called us to Africa together….would I be willing to “give up”any status I’d gained in ministry? My response was…of course…ifGod was calling us somewhere, we would follow.

As time went on, we were prepared to follow Him anywhere together. God’s direction took an ironic turn as we ended up feeling His call to do ministry in her hometown. As we grew a family, and our ministry continued to beat with the heart of“God’s Family”, we continued to feel a tug toward Africa, and prayed for clarity.

We have 3 daughters, close in age, and are continually looking for ways to shape their identity, and that of our family, to carry the image of God’s Love. We experienced huge waves of joy in moments like watching our daughters deliver baked goods to senior citizens, or pray for our sponsored child together. But even these activities left us wanting something.

Adoption is something we’d talked about here and there, always safely in the background as a possibility. A“someday” type thing, when perhaps we’ve figured life out, plateaued or something. But this past Spring, as plants began to bloom, so did the urgency. So many children are dying young or growing up not knowing family or God’s love. Our children are growing through incredibly formative years quickly. It seemed that actually NOW is the best time for us to reach out to one of God’s children in Love. NOW is the best time for us to wrap our family’s identity around living for something larger than ourselves in a sacrificial way.

Of course, at the ages of 3, 4, and 5,it’s hard to have a deep conversation with our daughters about theology. Our daughters may not grasp the similarities to God’s“adopting” us as His children, or giving us a familial identity that invites us to a new Hope. The “Kingdom Work” of caring for and loving the orphans and widows. But for now, they understand the basics: God has called us to help one of His daughters. They have a sister out there, who needs us to bring her home. They can’t wait to meet her, play with her, and (learn how to) share toys with her. :)

If you’d like to join in prayer/support, and keep updated on our adoption process from the DRC, check out my blog: www.differentparent.com It’s an expensive process, and if you’d like to give check out the“Adoption Journey” page, or buy a copy of my book“Different”…all funds will go directly toward the cost of bringing home our daughter!!

“And from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace.” John 1:16

I step onto the plane, pulling my suitcase and carrying my dreams. My mind is full with thoughts of the journey that lies ahead. Looking at my ticket to find which aisle is mine, I see the number “2.” I’m almost past first class, heading towards coach when I realize-row 2 is not in coach. Holding up the line, I turn around to find my window seat in the highly privileged first class cabin. What a surprise!

I text my husband and he responds, “I bought the seat as a gift for you.” And what a gift-room to rest and relax and think as I fly the two hours to my writer’s conference. My heart overflows with uncertainty. My stomach tightens with fear. I look out the window at the activity below, trucks buzzing around with suitcases lined up in rows. The book proposal that lies in the bag by my feet is a labor of love, my dreams spilled out onto thirty-one pages, Times New Roman font, and in 12pt font size.

With the questions and emotions swirling in my mind, I check my email one last time before turning off my phone for takeoff. I open a message from my friend, Nikki, telling me I won a drawing on her site for a necklace. When I originally entered the contest, I chose the handstamped necklace with the imprinted words, “because of grace” as my favorite.

Because of grace.

I wonder if perhaps this gift is a gentle reminder from my Father of where lies the source of all things in my life. These words point me to the truth that this calling He’s given me is by grace. The trip and opportunity to go to the conference is only through His grace. Just like the upgraded seat on the plane is a gift, so too are the very words I birthed into my proposal, a gift of grace.

And the outcome of this journey, it’s also because of grace. Whether my dreams become a reality or are put on hold, regardless, it is all because of grace. The pleasures I enjoy in life, the trials I endure, the discipline I undergo, and the very breath I breathe are all because of His grace.

While it was a random number generator that selected my name for the necklace, nothing is random with God. Each step we take, each challenge we endure, each and every moment of our journey in faith is purposed by God for our good. “God, who has saved us and called us with a holy calling, not according to our works, but according to His own purpose and grace which was granted us in Christ Jesus from all eternity.” 2 Timothy 1:9 (NAS)

The daily life of faith is lived blind. We can’t see the future before us, requiring that we live in the moment. When our ears are tuned to hear His voice, we can walk by faith, following Him into our future. While the future is unknown, we can have complete assurance that it is good. It may not always include the plans we have in our heart today, but as I continue to learn, His plans are always best. “For I know the plans I have for you,” says the LORD. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.” Jeremiah 29:11 (NLT)

All Because of grace.

More grace-meeting friends from the blogging community at SheSpeaks

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And Michelle Derusha from Graceful


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Yes, this is me:) Taken by my friend, Lisa Tarplee

There is something magical about the long evenings of summertime. The heat of the day has cooled, making the outdoors more enjoyable. While adults sit around and talk, forgetting the time, barefoot children run free through the soft grass. They chase fireflies and capture them like the dreams we hold in our heart.

When I was a child, many summer evenings were spent on our metal swing set in the backyard. Everything had been removed, except for the swings. My sister and I had the habit of swinging like monkeys from the top of the swing set, making add-ons like seesaws a nuisance. Oh, how I loved that swing set! Pumping my legs, pulling forward with my arms, I tried to touch the leaves of the trees overhead with the tips of my toes. My hair would blow back with each motion forward as I swung higher and higher. When I got as high as I could…I would jump off and see how far away from the swing set I could land.

How freeing it is to soar in the air, to run barefoot in the grass, and to jump into the wind with reckless abandon. Children live in the moment, enjoying the tiny details of life, while adults bear the burdens of the world on their shoulders. Children marvel at the little things, voice excitement for no reason, and hold nothing back.

This past week I was challenged to find my inner child through a photo scavenger hunt sponsored by my church. I have to tell you, it was hard to find that little girl who once loved risk, silliness, and finding fun in the moment. We took family pictures all over town doing silly things like dressing up as super heroes and pretending to rescue our pastor, pretending to read a bed time story at a mattress store, and swimming in the pool fully clothed. It was hard to put down my to-do list and worries and join the adventure. I was challenged to let go, laugh, and do the unexpected.

I find that I have an even harder time being like a child in my relationship with my heavenly Father. I don’t live in the moment and trust Him for the future. I fail to enjoy the littlest blessings He provides. I don’t love Him with abandon or run to greet Him the way my son does my husband upon his return from work.

But I want to. I want to be like a child with my Abba. I want to be like that little girl on the swing, having no fears, and jumping into the unknown future. I want to trust Him completely for my every need. I want to believe that He knows what is best for me. I want to rest in His lap, knowing He will protect me. I want to run free and wild in my faith and feel the wind of His love blow my hair and brush my cheek. I want to laugh with joy, knowing that all my worries and cares are in His sovereign hands.

It is hard on my own to peel back the layers and find my inner child. But with Christ, all things are possible. His love for me frees me from all my burdens and cares. As I focus on that love and all He has done for me, my heart starts skipping with the release of all my worries. Slowly it begins to run and before I know it, my heart is soaring in the freedom of a beloved child of God.

(By the way, did I mention that our childish antics this week included toilet papering our pastor’s office?)

“But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:31

“I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” Mark 10:15

Continuing to count His gifts of grace (#1700-1715)

The freedom to dive in to faith

That I can completely abandon myself to Christ and trust Him

Living in the moment

Fun with my family and church friends on our scavenger hunt

Pastor with a good sense of humor

A new blog design:)

Filling up a prayer journal and opening up a brand new one

The amazing friends I’ve made in the blog world

Getting to meet some of those friends at the SheSpeaks conference

My husband surprising me with a first class flight to the conference

Another surprise: flowers sent to my room

Learning from amazing speakers about writing and speaking for God

3 great meetings with publishers who took my proposal

Making new friends:)

Releasing my dreams into the world

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“You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.”

Psalm 16:11

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I wake to the sound of my alarm. Gently, I lift my head from the pillow to turn off the buzzing annoucement that morning has come. My head pounds from a sinus headache but I want to get started on the day before the kids wake up. Just as I’m putting on my shoes so that I can ride my exercise bike, I hear the sound of feet slapping on the tile floor.

The boys are up early.

And my youngest has woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

It’s a rule in our house that they cannot be up before 7am. If they happen to get up before then, I send them back to their room. On this morning, my youngest begins whining and fussing right away. He wants to play a computer game. I remind him of the 7am rule and that they are not allowed to play computer games on the mornings that we have to go somewhere.

“I WANT TO PLAY A COMPUTER GAME! GIVE ME WHAT I WANT RIGHT NOW!”

Children are as real as a person can get. No pretense, no masks, no pretending, they say and do whatever is on their heart. Unlike adults, it’s often easier to get to the core of their problem. There aren’t layers and layers of denial hiding the real problem.

We sit down for breakfast and I talk with the boys about how our hearts want what we want. That’s our heart condition. We talk about what would happen if I let them do and have whatever they wanted everyday. I point out that God restrains sin and that the world would be a lot worse if He let us be as sinful as we could be.

I then look my youngest in the eye and said, “Jesus came to save you and give you a new heart that wants what God wants instead of what you want. He came to save you from that sinful desire to always have what you want.”

Isn’t that my own heart? I want what I want and I want it now. My little one reflects my own heart back to me, reminding me of my own need for the cleansing truth of the gospel of grace.

It is this truth that I rest in: “I will sprinkle clean water on you, and you will be clean; I will cleanse you from all your impurities and from all your idols. I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh. And I will put my Spirit in you and move you to follow my decrees and be careful to keep my laws.” Ezekiel 36:25-27

Yes Lord, wash me clean! Give me a tender heart of flesh that desires You above all else. Help me to never forget these gospel truths. And continue Your gospel cleansing work in my boy’s hearts. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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A Bible Alphabet Activity Book  -              By: Alison Brown

I have a little giveaway today. Does your child like to color? I am giving away a coloring book titled A Bible Alphabet- Activity Book. For each letter of the alphabet, there is a picture to color that begins with that letter. For example, letter “d” is for donkey and there is an image of a donkey to color. Below the image is a sentence about Balam and his donkey. At the back of the book are corresponding passages to read for each coloring page.

To enter, just leave a comment below and/or “like” my Facebook page. If you “like” me on Facebook, tell me so in the comments. Random.org will select the winner next Wednesday. Giveaway update, 7/25/12, Kristin T. is the winner of this giveaway.

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Seated in my favorite chair, the one by the glass doors where the sun’s rays shine on it each morning, prayer journal in my lap, I begin to write. I put words to the feelings in my heart, to the One who captures all my tears. The thoughts come quicker than my hand can pen them. The words become increasingly illegible, the words like groans only God could understand.

Then I hear the door bell ring. Packages have begun to arrive for this year’s homeschool. The delivery man places the large box at my door and walks away.

I remember, as a child that you had to sign for a package when it was delivered. These days, they ring the bell and leave, never waiting for a response. I open the door to retrieve the box and start to wave at the gentleman, but he walks briskly back to the truck, with no notice of me.

Isn’t that how I am with my prayers to God? I present them, neatly packaged, labeled properly in the ACTS fashion, and then walk away.

How often do I actually wait for His response?

How often do I just sit in His presence and enjoy being with HIm?

Not enough.

When I don’t just sit in His presence, I miss out on the beauty and wonder of knowing Jesus and the depths of His love for me. I miss out on the limitless fountain of joy that comes from drinking from the pure water He provides. I miss out on Him.

Instead of treating God like a candy machine- inserting my payment of good deeds and waiting for Him to release delectable joy into my waiting hands-what if my heart desired to only be with Him? What if my relationship with Him was about knowing Him instead of about Him blessing me?

Because after all, that is why we were created-to enjoy the same love the Trinity has enjoyed with one another for all eternity. God desires that we partake in that same love, and join in their dance of self-giving, other-serving, sacrificial love. He wants to show us the dance moves, teaching us how to love as He loves.

With the package delivery interrupting my prayers, I sit back down and pause in my writing. Instead, I meditate on this truth: “I am in them and you are in me. May they experience such perfect unity that the world will know that you sent me and that you love them as much as you love me.” John 17:23

Do you need to bask in the joy of just being in His presence?

“More is available to us in Jesus Christ than we dare imagine. There’s more to Jesus Christ than we’ve ever dreamed. We experience so little of Him when we approach Him only with requests. We taste so little of the mouth-stopping, complaint-ending, desire-deepening awe that His presence creates when we think more about our problems and how to solve them than about meeting Him. We experience so little of the joy that sustains us in suffering and the hope that anchors us amid shattered dreams when we come to Him looking for the pathway out of hardships instead of the pathway into His presence.” -from The Pressure’s Off by Larry Crabb

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