Saturday, August 20, 2011

One Moment


For she said, 'I will go after my lovers,
   who give me my bread and my water, my wool and my flax, my oil and my drink.

'Therefore I will hedge up her way with thorns, and I will build a wall against her, so that she cannot find her paths. She shall pursue her lovers but not overtake them,and she shall seek them but shall not find them. 

Then she shall say, 'I will go and return to my first husband, for it was better for me then than now.'And she did not know that it was for it was better for me then than now.

'And she did not know that it was I who gave her  the grain, the wine, and the oil,and who lavished on the grain, the wine, and the oil,and who lavished on her silver and gold, which they used for Baal.   
Today I drove through an intersection, the one at Spring Garden and Chapman. Every time I drive through that intersection I can't help but think one thought, "What did I really gain from turning left?".

No, its not a metaphor for my political position. Last April 1, I came up on that intersection and was too impatient to wait for the cars in front of me to go straight through the light, so I turned left. 12 seconds later I no longer had a car. I was no longer going to camp that afternoon. I was deeper in debt to my parents. I lost my independence to drive wherever I needed. I lost one stable thing in my life. All because I didn't want to wait for the light?

I ask that question, but I don't believe it true. I believe firmly in the sovereignty of God. So I don't get too caught up in the "what if?" element of that experience in life, or any experience.

This summer at camp, our theme was "Pure" and one of the talks that James gave was about the refiner. The process of purifying gold consists of boiling it, burning it in the hottest fire until the impurities are either burned away or float to the surface. Reflecting on these past few months, that decision to turn left and the subsequent consequences were a catalyst.

All the growing that I have done have come out of a realization of my inadequacy. That started when I failed at braking my car fast enough. And failed at making enough money to fix it. And failed to fullfil what I committed to at camp that weekend.

I fail. Failure is not desirable, its not something to aspire to, but it is acceptable. The moment you stop accepting your failure is the moment you get stuck in an endless cycle of it.

Therefore, I will say this. From turning left I gained inordinate amounts of humility. I gained inordinate amounts of Grace. I gained an increase awareness of my inability and ergo and increased awareness of God's. I'm going to stop there, because that is the crowning point.



An increased awareness of God. 

Thursday, August 11, 2011

You Have a Heartbeat and I Miss It


I express myself physically. If I am happy I want to hug something. If I am mad I want to punch something. 


My mom always called me a tactile person, this means I want to touch everything. For example, when I read books I do it best by running my fingers across the page. This does not keep my spot or help me follow words, it just helps my brain focus more on the words. 


This summer I found that if I was talking to someone I would put my hand on their shoulder. If I was walking next to them I wanted to link arms with them or grab their hand. If I greet you or leave you, I’m likely going to want to give you a high five or a hug.  If I pass you in the road a high five will be attempted. Depending on how well I know someone I will kiss their heads, rest my head on their shoulder, or just bear hug them, (don’t be intimidated this takes a long time, except in camp environment because everything about friendships goes in hyper speed there. The point being that now, as I am transitioning between three different locations (camp, home and school) I am realizing how I miss people. I miss the way they feel.

One of my friends was trying to sell me on a depressing movie he feels I need to watch by telling me to listen to the story because it “has a heartbeat”. Needless to say I was sold just on impressive wording. I also informed him that I would most likely use that phrase in a blog posting. Ha. Told ya. 

If depressing movies have a heartbeat then friendships definitely do. When you get to know someone and you hang around them, you develop a heartbeat. An unstated rhythm that guides your actions. You know where you stand next to that person to accommodate their personal space. You know how to greet them (high five, side hug, bear hug etc) and how to say goodbye. You know when to its okay to link arms in a jig or trust fall on them (Dani!). You learn the most comfortable spot for your head to rest on a shoulder, and which way to sit next to them on a couch (30 some staff - one sofa, one love seat, and one recliner - you do the math).


 For each person and each unique heartbeat there is a unique feeling of home. It’s not the same with every person, but for every person I know there is a section of my heart that comes home every time I can be near those people again.

 As I move away from the people that I love and invest so much in, I find my heart aching for the rhythm of our friendship’s heartbeat. Its something that you can’t pass through a text message or convey over Skype. Its the reason I could never work with computers, or be a hermit. Its the way God made me and I have to rest in the knowledge that when I see these people again the joy and peace of being home will make up for the empty ache of being apart. Above all else I am thankful for the beautiful heartbeats of each friendship I have been given, they are irreplaceable and a constant joy in my life. 

Thank you. 

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

One Foot At a Time

What's something you depend on a lot? Food, water, family, technology.

How about light?

It could be just me, but I think light is one of the greatest, yet most forgotten dependencies. For example, what's everyones biggest fear? Dark. (i.e. - no LIGHT!)

I used to think it made sense. If God was light, then darkness must be evil. Here's the dilly though - God created darkness and light (Genesis 1). In my understanding of God, He cannot create evil. It'd be a contradiction. Now my thinking is - darkness happens.

Have you ever walked in the dark? Without any flashlight, cell phone, candle or whatever you would use? It can be intimidating, especially when its unfamiliar ground. For example, the other night I went to my friends house to get my sock.  I had to ask Aaron to back the car I was driving out of the driveway because unfamiliar car, plus unfamiliar driveway at 10 o'clock at night made me nervous. He wasn't feeling great so he moved it before I was ready to leave. I finished catching up with Peter, then decided to leave. I was apparently a tad tired because some non-sensical things had come out of my mouth already that did not necessarily inspire confidence in my abilities. As I opened the door to leave, our conversation went something like this:

Me: "Alright, see you...whew! its dark out. I hope I can find my car."
Peter: "Do you need me to walk you to your car?"
Me: "Mmmm...nah. I'll find it around here somewhere. Oh! there's a step here."
Peter: "And you're sure you'll be okay?"
Me: "Yeah! - Does your driveway go this direction?"
Peter: (Long look, shaking his head, then comes out to lead the way - bless his heart)

Okay, it was really dark. I had to follow Peter with my hand on his shoulder so I wouldn't lose him. I asked him how he could see and he told me, "I can't, but I know the driveway." (We found the car without one misstep - on Peter's end)

Earlier I said, "Darkness happens." I didn't just mean approximately every 12 hours half the earth goes dark, I meant it happens in life.

Raise your hand and shout "Amen" if you ever felt like you were sitting in the dark. Sure every morning you get up, eat, breathe, you may have a job, or school, but everything around you is dark.

You can't find a point to your actions, or purpose to your being. That "light at the end of the tunnel" isn't getting closer, because you can't see it. You can't find the strength to get up and go looking.

What do we do with that?

I read a book in which a character was going through a tough time. She ended up looking at Psalm 23, which most of us can recite at least in part. You know it, "The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want." Then there is the part, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death..." You can't get much darker than that. The valley of the shadow of death. But that's not what I'm pointing out. I'm pointing out the word, "walk".  That is an action, a verb. It requires doing. It does not say, "Yea though I'm stuck...". The reason Peter made it down the driveway was not that he could see any more, it was because he knew the general direction he needed to be walking and had the faith to put one foot in front of the other. He had faith that there was not a branch fallen, or a confused snake, or that the earth hadn't suddenly gone all 2012 on him and there was a gaping hole where his driveway should be.

Darkness is not evil. Darkness is a chance to strengthen our faith in and dependence on God.

All this came to me as I was walking by myself from the lodge to the hotels (about a 1/4 mile) without a light. It was really dark, but I know that road from walking it multiple times a day going to the archery or riflery ranges. Still I suppose I was walking on a faith similar to Peter's. The difference being that there was no one with me. For the past two weeks since camp ended and whoever was left moved to the hotels, nearly every night some combination of Dani, Owen, Thomas, Angela or myself has walked up, usually linking arms or holding hands. We did that to keep track of each other and also to help those with no night vision (*cough - Thomas) stay on the road.

This is another epic metaphor of the body of Christ. When we feel that lost God will sometimes send one of His ambassadors to guide, encourage, or hold accountable. But sometimes its just us.

I have this quote that I love. "I believe in the sun, even when its not shining. I believe in love, even when I don't feel it. I believe in God, even when he is silent." When we are alone and continue to walk that is when we grow the strongest. On dark nights, we don't doubt the sun will rise. Why would we doubt God, who is faithful to make the sun rise, every single day. Why would he leave us purposelessly in the dark?

Darkness is an opportunity to grow faith. Sometimes its not even depressing, just mediocre life. This is striking a chord with me because I see myself slipping this way. During camp I would hang out with God almost every spare minute I had because I had so little time I had to stay connected with Him to stay sane. Now that we are on to the chiller retreat season I'm drifting away. I feel mediocre and almost listless.

This is my faith time. The reason or purpose is not starring me in the face like when I have ten little girls sleeping six feet away looking at me to lead them. So I need to keep walking.

Practically, God is super helpful with this. Its pretty basic. Read the word. He gives us dang checklists for actions (1 Cor 13, Gal 5), but the most important is in John 15, "Abide in me." So to keep walking I'll keep living, and to keep living I'll keep walking, and it will all come from abiding.

God hatched a scheme for my life, if I follow and walk with Him I have to have the faith that there is never a purposeless darkness. I just have to keep walking.


Take a breath.




And put one foot in front of the other.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Dear...


Dear Summer,

Thank you.


Dear Summer,

You are ridiculously hot. In these mountains, the rain falls every day at 3 and swimming class has to have fourteen rainy day plans. And then the sun comes out and makes us all feel like we were wrapped in plastic wrap. And then we spend from 8 in the morning to 9 at night, largely outside. Crazy right? You know what's crazier? We love it. 

My heart is literally hurting from an overflow of love. Love for the camp, love for the job, love for the people, love for the work, love for the precious gift of summers. Each summer more devoted than the next.

Why have I been given enough Grace to be here? To know these hundreds of precious souls. Children of God. Intricately designed and beautifully made.

What kind of place makes leaders out of the meek, makes heros out of the wallflowers, and turns respectable young adults into tight wearing, song screaming, face painting, wing flapping, spirit filled wackos?

We were there. We were overflowing.

I was there. My cup was running over.

I am leaving, but its spilling into me. 

I take away hundreds of new relationships.

I take away approximately ten thousand, seven hundred and thirty two reasons why I should never stop smiling.

I take away a hurt for their hurt.

I take away joy for their joy.

I take away intense pride for the lives I've watched grow up.

I take away fervent love for the lives I've known.

I would quickly die, so they could live. 

God help me live, so more don't die.


Dear Summer,

You inspire my year.

Challenge me to work harder, to be fitter so I can serve more. 

Challenge me to love and give more, so I can overflow God.

Challenge me to seek out friends that hold me up and keep me accountable.

Challenge me to pursue God. Because that is my reason for life.


Dear Summer,

You are really just a season. You fade into Autumn and Autumn into Winter. There is nothing special about you. 

What's special is the season of life. 

What's even more special is the giver of life. I replace your name with His. 


Dear God,

Thank you.