What a Treat!!

Talk about being "present in the moment"!!! 

My hubby and I had a coupon for a Country and Western Bar near our home, and decided to make the short drive for our date night, to satisfy our appetites. 

Deserted is what it was.  Only two tables had patrons.  Fine for us, since we just wanted to be together and talk.  My surprise of the evening came when the table of four guys made their way to the stage, and took their place behind the instruments.  A woman came from the outdoor patio area and joined them, and so began our own private concert.  Oh my gosh!!!  I couldn't stop smiling; neither could my husband, as he knows full well, my delight in country music.  And this WAS country.  It was awesome.  For our entire meal, we listened to the band belt out some good 'ole country music.

It was a treat...a moment, and I was sooo present in that moment, relishing this random gift just for me. 

Being Present in the Moment

I'm not very good at this sort of thing.  In fact, I know that I fail miserably far too often.  I am a detailed organizer,  a perpetual planner, a focused task person, an idealistic, relentless "do-er".  And I really don't like the negative outcomes from these characteristics, but so often I feel trapped in my own skin, always struggling to break out into the beauty and freedom of "being".

Patricia Wilson in her book, "The Mindful Manager:  The God Factor at Work" states this about "being", "Being is enjoying the world at this moment..."  Doesn't that just sound soooo delicious.  I mean really...it speaks of savouring a mouthful, of basking in a sensation, of experiencing life around me.  It's what I truly want to be about. 

Two days ago, I was fretting and rushing and consumed with endless lists and jobs, when it occurred to me that if I continued to live like this, I would miss summer.  It would come and go, and I would lament it's passing because I had been too busy living in the next moment instead of the present.  I know that's the downside of being a chronic planner and organizer.  I'm living in the future far too much, because I'm always preparing for what's next. 

So I am waging war on this "doing" thing.  I am choosing to practice "being present in the moment".  And for me it works it's way out like this...a candle in the bathtub, relishing the aroma and sensation of lotion on my feet, enjoying the smell of dish detergent, and the squeaky clean of dishes, the soft sensation of warm laundry from the dryer and the art of folding my son's clothes, the cessation of my prayer time to watch a Mama duck and her ducklings cross my street, the calm of eating lunch on the front porch, the beauty of landscaping as I drive throughout the city.  It means I must discipline myself constantly, to keep my thoughts focused on the moment at hand.  It means seeking to determine what beauty I can squeeze out of a normally dismal task. It means engaging my senses in the moment in order to truly live that moment. 

"Nobody sees a flower; really.  It is small.  We haven't the time and it takes time..."

--Georgia O'Keefe

 

I really want to see flowers this summer.  I want to see their intricacies, feel their texture, inhale their scent.  I want to "be present in the moment"  when I live this summer.  

Starting right...now.

                                                  

Happy Father's Day Sweetheart!!

 Question:  "How much sports can one man watch in one day?"  
Answer:  "On Father's Day...he can watch ALL day long."
Okay, so it wasn't quite from sun-up 'til sun-down, but pretty close.  We did go to church in the morning, which meant he wasn't glued to the screen continuously, but as soon as we got home, he found the converter and went to "work".  The kids and I made lunch and did the dishes, and then later on, Cam barbecued scrumptious burgers, and Ashley helped prepare strawberries and set the table.  This was all fine and good until she realized we were eating downstairs--where the TV is.  The US Open was on, didn't you know!  (At least I think that was the tournament)
I told him(and the kids) that he was getting the day off, so he should be able to take in all that he enjoys...sports, food and us.

"The most important thing that a father can do for his children is to love their mother."
--Theodore M. Hesburgh
I wrote this quote in his card, because it so aptly describes my husband...my children's father.  He sooooooo loves me...sacrificially, carefully, deeply.  And if that is a prerequisite to being a great father, well then he tips the scales.
We are blessed.  My children have a father who loves them, believes in them, provides for them, encourages them, talks with and listens to them. 
It's not hard to celebrate a man who encompasses all of the above.
Happy Father's Day!

Kiva--Difference Making

Their names are Yessica, Johnny, Quelina, and Maria.  Four women whom I've never met, but are now a strand in the web of my life.  They all reside in the Dominican Republic, having moved there recently from Haiti. 

"Half the Sky" has so significantly opened up my world.  I continue to ponder and reflect on what I've read...regularly asking God where He might want me to be a difference maker globally.  Kiva is where He has encouraged me to start.http://www.kiva.org  is a website which was listed and acclaimed in "Half the Sky".  It's a microlending organization, enabling men and women worldwide, to slowly...step by step start up their own businesses and thus be able to provide for themselves and their families.  I love the practical, hope-filled, purposefulness of it all.  There is nothing wrong with giving money; I more than believe God calls me to do this as well...generously.  But most often in countries where poverty is the norm, something much more is needed.  People need a vision, a goal, a work ethic.  They need to experience the value that comes from starting, building, and growing a business.  Women especially, earn the respect of their husbands/partners when they become successful entrepreneurs. 

This past week, I scrolled down the pages of faces and information of female entrepreneurs, and chose 4 of them to lend a small amount of money to.  They are all seeking to sell clothing; some having already acquired a loan and paid it back, and are now seeking a second loan.  There are of course risks.  The "fine print" clearly sets out what Kiva provides and doesn't provide.  And there are no guarantees that I'll see the money again.  But that's not the issue for me.  Certainly there is some wisdom required in how one chooses an entrepreneur and their corresponding field partner("boss"), but when all is said and done, it's a wait and see season.  The reality is, that if any or all of these women repay their loans, I then have an opportunity to turn around and lend it to another woman!

I so much want to be a difference maker in a tangible global sense.  And so in that realm, these four women and I are really not that much different.  They too long to make a difference...in their own lives, as well as their families.  And whether I live here in a land of plenty, or in the Dominican Republic in a slum, we can "join hands"...work together...and make a difference...one small loan at a time.

All Over the Place

I think that is what this post will be--all over the place.  Because this is the sort of  head space I'm in at the moment.  I'm somewhat obssessed with changing up my blog format, ever since the "ghosts of Blogger and Co." sent me new templates.  But since I'm not terribly computer savvy it has been both frustrating and fun.  Frustrating when I can't figure out how to change something but I know what I want the change to be.  And fun, when it actually works!!!!!!  I think I like what I have.  My daughter took the pic at Eden this past weekend.

Speaking of which...I had such a lovely time there...at Eden.  I was feeling well...it was very quiet...slow pace, etc.  Just Brian, Ashley and I packed up and took off late Friday afternoon.  Cam stayed home to work and finish a last assignment and test studying(although I think there was a fair amount of socializing and soccer watching).  As you can see, the flowers my sister and I planted are simply enchanting.  Perhaps that is a biased opinion...ha,ha

One of my highlights was a Saturday afternoon walk on the beach, with my daughter, where the sand was warm and oozing through my toes at times, due to the thunderous downpour the previous evening.

It was neat just to walk and talk together. 

I was able to finish a book..."Only the Eyes Say Yes" by Philippe and Stephane Vigand.  Amazing, powerful, humbling.  Sleeping in, eating scrumptious, but mostly healthy meals('cept one must have smores at least once), watching a movie...being together.

Sunday comes all too soon and it's time to head home...to finish off the last of the school year.  Exams start next week for both my kids.  Then it's into summer with the first half being fairly busy.  We are having a Graduation Party for Cam on June 28 and Ashley's birthday is the next day.  Two days later we head back to Eden for 8 glorious days.  We return home for about 24 hours and then head off to my sister's family to celebrate my Dad's 70th...they live 3 hours away so that will be an overnight.  I think I might need a vacation by this time...Whew! 

I must head off and get supper going...it's celebration night.  Ashley got her braces off yesterday, and since we were at a youth celebration last evening, her meal request had to wait until tonight--Saucy chicken fingers and Curly Fries.  Not very healthy, I realize, but I'll add in the veggies and dip to try and keep the cholestoral level down a little!  Oh well...have some fun...live a little, right?!  I'm really happy for her...2 years and a few months of braces...she's looking forward to eating this meal without half of it stuck in between the wires.

Next post I should be back to something a little more orderly...not that I'm into that sort of thing :)

Half the Sky

I had no idea what I was delving into when I opened the first pages of this book.  My aunt had recommended this read as she knew the journey I was on.  A journey of becoming more globally aware, as well as joining in with efforts to make a difference.  It's a package for me.  Awareness and difference making.  It's also a step by step process, because I really have no idea where this is taking me, only that the Spirit has spoken with clarity that I am to follow His lead into this unknown.

This is the first book that has so profoundly disturbed me, that I was more than halfway into it before I truly committed myself to finishing it.  Up until then, with each closing of a chapter, I would question if I should or even could continue. The roads of oppression I "traveled" on were unspeakably difficult for my being to navigate.

Women being horrifically beaten by men who believed it to be "their right"... girls as young as 8 being sold into brothels to be playthings for men... mothers living with the "leprous" medical condition of fistulas as a result of obstructed labor and lack of medical intervention...baby girls being killed at birth simply because they were girls...the brutal practice of female genital mutilation...a culture of shaming, belittling, and controling women, and the list goes on ad infintim. Each and every oppressive story broke into my comfortable, safe world and messed with my mind.  The question begged to be asked.  "Why am I reading this?"  "For what purpose?"  And the answer came back succinctly and simply in the form of a question I'm becoming familiar with--"Are you willing to be disturbed?"

Which is why I continued reading and am now expounding on what I have learned.  Because I am willing to be disturbed, not for the sole sake of being disturbed, but that I might, even in the minutest possible way, be part of the solution these women desparately need.

I found, seemingly hidden behind these dark stories of brutality and pain... hope.  And it always started with one person.  One person willing to get involved.  One person risking it all to help another.  One person giving money to put even a dent in poverty.  I read of the powerful force of education in liberating women, one by one.  One microloan equals one female entrepreneur equals one spouse learning to respect.   Story after redemptive story gripped me.  Courageous, enduring women, slowly emerging from a culture of oppression.   

And I knew that I wanted to be part of the "one".

Better than a Hallelujah (lyrics) Amy Grant

I was driving to an appointment this afternoon and heard this song on the radio.  I've listened to its melody and caught some of the words previously, but today it meant more.

Because I'm looking for more.

The struggle I am wading through is such that I need any touch, any inspiration, even though  it may appear seemingly insignificant to the average person.  I know that this is the "gift" of my pain...that I notice more...that I hear God more easily, because I need Him so desparately.  And so I loved listening to Amy's beautiful, calming voice tell me that what I am bringing to Him...
"is better than a Hallelujah sometimes".  

Therapy

I bought flowers yesterday.  Flowers to me, are synonymous with therapy.  There is just something about walking into a greenhouse filled with lush, vibrant blooms.  I will drop in at various greenhouses throughout the spring and early summer, but I am partial to one....spacious aisles, well cared for blooms, and  a covered santuary so I can peruse no matter what the weather.  Stepping into the wonderland of colors is calming, delightful... inviting.  Most of the time.  It was another difficult afternoon for me yesterday, which made the process of selecting flowers a more stressful task.  But I stuck with it, and managed to purchase most of what I will need to transform the areas around my house into their own havens of loveliness.

In the evening, my spirit had lifted and the process of beginning to plant, became a restful, therapeutic experience.  Placing fresh dirt into containers, trying to remember which flowers I bought for where, :) and then plunging them into the cool, damp earth...ahh...this so refreshed tired places in me.

The kinship of flowers and therapy seems evident to my personal experience.  Both bear a price tag, seemingly steep at the start, but with future benefits.  It's not all clear in the greenhouse, what my creations will look like...yet I know that within a month, my planting will reap gorgeous arrays of colour.  Often when I walk into the office of my therapist, my vision of the future of whatever my struggle is, seems rather opaque.  But in time, clarity becomes a friend, and the calming words of wisdom echoing in my mind, brings colour and new vibrancy to my life.

In the fresh air of this evening, I tirelessly relished the intricacies, textures and gracefulness of my flowers, admiring some of my finished product, giving others a welcome drink after another sun-filled summer-like day. Tomorrow therapy will beckon me once again.  I will eagerly answer the call.

 

Romancing my Soul

God is romancing my soul.  I first read this phrase in a book, "Captivating--Unveiling the Mystery of a Woman's Soul" by John and Stasi Eldredge.  Stasi talked about needing God to show her that He loved her, that she was worth fighting for.  When I read her words, I knew I needed romancing too.  I was in the midst of my darkest valley of depression, and I was desparate for any tangible sign that God was actually fighting for me...it certainly didn't feel like it!

I need romancing again.

It's been a week and a half of dark clouds again...some of them, eerily sinister.  And although 11 days doesn't sound very long, each 24 hour period is weighing on my spirit.  This is what I wrote in my journal this morning:
"God...this is not fun.  I feel tortured.  How do we get through this?  It feels sooooo hard, so overwhelming, so endless.  And yet we've done this all before countless times.  I know what to do.  I just keep inviting You into the torture and mindlessness of it all.  I want  you to show me You are here, but I know You are.  Everytime I see the cardinal... and hear him sing...out here on my bird feeder, I know You are here.  ThankYou for Your romances seeking to infiltrate this dreadful encasing of my being.  I need them.  I need You."

He is what I need.  It sounds simple...wait on Him...rest in Him...focus on Him.  But I don't find it simple.  It's painstaking work to" take every thought captive to Christ."( 2 Cor. 10:5)  It's a challenge not to become disheartened.  It's laborious to once again accept life as it is and adjust accordingly. 

But it's what I'm seeking after...His kingdom(Matthew 6:33)...which is so not like my kingdom.  It's where I desire the Holy Spirit to direct me..."into the love of God and the steadfastness of Christ."(2 Thessalonians3:5)  This is truly my heart's passion.

And He must be passionate about me, because His romancing of my soul stirs me, ever so slowly yet purposefully.

I'm ever grateful God.

Eden

Eden...
perfect place of tranquility and beauty
but all too quickly marred by sin
leaving me with only Word-pictures
of heaven on earth.
Amidst the brokenness of this world
I struggle,
     strive to endure,
          seek to truly live...
because I too am broken. 

I'm asking...for more.
More of Your wind in my sails,
Your Son to light my path,
Your voice to break the silence,
Your touch when I grow weary,
Your hand to brush away the tears
Your eyes to see glimpses of Eden...
     here and now,
until one day I awaken with the
dawn's new light, and find that
I am...home."
July 26, 2006

Courage Defined

I have the "Concise Roget's International Thesaurus  lying on the desk in front of me.  I am looking to see how the experts define courage.  Words and phrases such as "brave, face up to, meet head-on, go eye-ball-to-eyeball, not shrink from, bite the bullet, grapple with, march up to the canon's mouth", all intended to define courage.  However, if I were called upon to give a precise definition for courage, I would write in bold, capital letters, a name or two.  Because I know people who embody courage.  One such person is my daughter...

ASHLEY.

Perhaps many would not identify hers as a courageous spirit.  For many reasons...some explained and some unexplained, my daughter struggles with  monsters of fear, worry...anxiety.  Her mother's genes no doubt contribute. (Sorry Sweet Pea)  And this ugly life-threatening nut allergy she has been dealt, seeks to eke out the care-free spirit I so wish she could  enjoy.  Regardless of the reasons, she is faced with these demons.  It's part of her brokenness.  But unlike so many, it's not kept in hiding.  She wears it on her sleeve.  Which honestly, I think in itself is courageous.  So often, we seek to hide our broken parts, not wanting anyone to see the ways in which we limp through life.  But not my girl.  She chooses to express her ruminating thoughts, and paralyzing anxiety, and in so doing,  "grapples with" all that threatens to steal life away from her.

It is in her grappling, that I see courage defined.  Day in and day out, I witness her "marching up to the canon's mouth".  I watch her step out and try something new even though she is shaking inside.  I stand with her as she goes eye-ball-to-eyeball with her own version of "Fear Factor"...just eating period.  That which you consume by the mouthful without even thinking, she constantly must question, in order to protect her life.  The things that go" bump" in her life are many.  She has the choice to shrink from or to "not shrink from".  

She reminds me of a swimmer whose long distance course is always fraught with white-capped waves.  She is ever being buffetted by something, and just when her strokes get her over the next wave, another is right there seeking to pull her under.  But she keeps swimming.


I have my own choices in this.  There's the reality that my mother-heart is so recklessly torn by watching her struggle.  Those times when I hold her as tears stream down her tortured face, wrecks me so severely.  This is so not the life I envisioned for my daughter.  And so I focus on another here and now...the character trait of courage growing within her.  I remind her and encourage her as she forges on.  I take her with me to God's throne room requesting courage for "whatever may face her today".  I place myself strategically in the role of cheerleading her into the next white-capped waves.  And truly, I thank God for the priviledge of walking this journey with her.

My daughter still enjoys life, but there's no doubt that the waters are never still for long.  Everyone once and awhile, I am privy to witnessing a beautiful scene...a glorious carefree spirit.  I think I bask in it almost as much as she does.  Heaven will indeed be paradise for her. 

For now, she is to me...courage defined.