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I heard a story once about a not-so-famous jazz pianist, Boyd Lee Dunlop, who learned how to play on a broken piano in a neighbor’s yard. It must have been a little like this (click here). I think God is like that - a master musician who can coax beautiful music out of broken instruments. If my life has any loveliness in it, it is only because God is writing a concerto for a broken me.

The latest movement in this concerto has some interesting dissonance. Living trust and joy in the middle of crisis is our new daily challenge.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Overcoming..

So what do you do when you're feeling down?   The cause, legit though it may be, does not really matter.  Ultimately, there will be a day when it is my choice to wallow in self-pity or to get up and get on with life.  Yes, there is trauma.  Yes, there is grief.  They are painful, and the work of healing is sometimes grueling.  I'm not talking about that.  I'm talking about what to do when the sadness is an obviously passing thing -- a temporary condition to be endured, a bump in the road.

My temptation is often to do nothing.  I heave a sigh, and sit, thinking stupidly that if I wait long enough, I'll feel better.  WRONG.  Watching a mindless TV show or movie doesn't really help.  Ultimately, I'm going to have to haul my butt somewhere and DO something in order for me to feel better about life.

I love this quote from George Bernard Shaw:

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. 

Here's another great one from Eleanor Roosevelt:

You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.  You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror.  I can take the next thing that comes along.'  You must do the thing you think you cannot do.
The apostle Paul gave some similar advice to his young protege, Timothy:  "For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline."   2 Tim 1:7.   Good words for someone who steps out on faith only with much trembling and trepidation.   Good words for me.   I need to remember that fear and timidity don't come from God.  Power, love and self-discipline come from God.   Lord, give me more of that!








Monday, June 23, 2008

Absence and the heart....

Sending a daughter off to college is rough on a mom.  I was weepy for a couple of weeks beforehand.  Then came the big day, and we drove her down with all of her stuff, and left her there to fend for herself.  I knew she'd been doing that for awhile, really.  But now she was doing it 90 miles away.   The surprising part was when the tears came.  I didn't fall completely to pieces when we left -- just minimal boo-hooing.   But I cried when I got home and her truck wasn't in the driveway, and I cried in the grocery store when I saw some of her favorite things, like Vanilla Soy milk and tofu.  

All in all, I wasn't too worried about her.  She knew what she needed to do, and I was certain that she had enough support to do it.  She is really a very courageous young lady.   I just miss her to pieces!  

I don't believe that absence makes the heart grow fonder.   I do believe that absence reveals the love that was there all along.   And that just might make it bearable.