Thursday, December 31, 2015

50 New Year wishes (more or less)

1. less breaking of ceramic plates and glass bowls (ahem)

2. more good decaf

3. less tripping over nothing

roommates after an ice storm in February
4. more of anything 'plush' 

5. more laughing so hard no sound comes out

6. fewer lima beans

said goodbye to these sweet friends this year
7. more sushi

8. more bacon

9. less falling asleep the moment our heads hit the pillow

 produce from my garden in June
10. more falling asleep reading our favorite books

11. less 'my will'

12. more 'Thine be done'

13. less Mr. Collins

14. more Mr. Darcy

 Birthday greeting in March
15. less "I deserve this"

16. more "you first, I'll follow"

17. more like a little-Christ

18. less like the world

19. more DIY, PTL, and BFF

the siblings at our reunion in August
20. less mental MIA

21. more triple word plays 

22. less McDonalds

23. more Chipotle

24. Chipotle

25. less staring into electronics

the best pizza ever in September
26. more staring into the eyes of people-who-are-out-of-this-world-awesome-namely-our-friends-and-family

27. more explaining why we're staring at these people

28. more debonair

29. less going to walmart in our pajamarams

an epic weekend with my nieces and nephews in December
30. less talk radio

31. more Pandora

32. more black and white romantic comedies

33. less zombie anything 

how exercise went for me this year
34. fewer limp handshakes

35. more bone-crunching hugs (with permission) 

36. more water

how mornings went for me this year
37. less yelling our point

38. more considering the points of others

39. more Queen Elizabeth

40. less Britney Spears

41. more 'what does the Bible say about this?'

said hello to this sweet niece last month
42. less 'what does this book/personality/camp of thought say about this?' 

43. more wind-blown hair

44. less helmet-head hairspray hair 

how I sometimes feel about this coming year (via nephew Alex)
45. more leaning into awkward situations

46. less keeping things surface 

47. more smiling and waving at strangers

48. less drivers-using-their-cars-like-battering-rams 

how I mostly feel about this coming year (via niece Emma)
49. less me and you

50. more Christ that lives in us

Beth 


Thursday, December 17, 2015

the big singleness WHAT IF

Funny how a new step in life stirs up the same questions no matter how we've answered them firm and solid in the past. Questions traced back to who God is and how He works. I've watched this happen when my friends start dating, married couples expect their first child, families contemplate a cross-country move or career change...As life advances, we're called to act on what we know about God in ways we haven't before. And the old questions can loom large and appear jagged-new. 

Okay, I'll tell you. At least as much as I can right now. 

I'm right on the brink of a huge life step. (insert unflattering squeal) And I can barely keep my act together from day to day for the excitement of watching God work on my behalf in this change. But there's these worn-but-new questions all up in my face. They blur things. They distract me. And I find they must be dealt with. yet. again. 

One of these questions concerns singleness (shocker, I know.) And honestly? I hate this question. Really. It's rather embarrassing. And totally theologically messed up. I've settled it firm in every life season since I've been an adult. But here it is even when I'm all faith and expectation, and can't-hardly-rein-the-joy-in...

What if doing this keeps me single? 

Yeah, that question. Singles often think, 'God's in this. But what if I make this move, take this position, start______, leave this location, leave this ministry, let this change happen...and, you know...I somehow miss marriage because of it?' So, here's what I've been using to quell this ugly question recently. 
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God never changes. 

I met change once. It was a cliff towering over the boundary waters of northern Minnesota. I was fresh out of undergrad on a canoeing trip with Christian school teenagers. Cliff, water, teens...you probably get where this is going. I found myself dragged up that cliff heart pounding and smile plastered on my 'don't show fear they can smell it' face. But most of my teens? Didn't bat an eye. They laughed and giggled and fist-pumped and ran at break-neck speed towards the cliff edge and flung themselves wide-armed and open-mouthed into a blue sky. I stood 12 feet from the edge praying for the rapture. And only by Divine grace did they get me to jump once. And that was more like a this-is-taking-years-off-my-life, Jesus-I-love-you-so-save-me-now hop into sheer oblivion with every muscle tense and fists clenched. 

That's how I do change. Maybe you're more of the arms open wide type. But all singles have one thing in common: we enter new phases of life alone, as just one. That can run the gamut of intimidating to paralyzing. But new things don't change God. Even if the new becomes old and finds me still unmarried. He will always be with me, always love me, always help, protect, guide, enable, and fill me with wisdom, satisfy me. He never stops being true, kind, just, merciful...you know the references to these verses. Hold tight onto them. They're the invisible parachute in the free fall. 

God always works in my favor. 

That means as I follow His will, I can't miss out on anything good for me right now. It's impossible. Whether the next step brings closed or open doors, advances or setbacks, singleness or marriage...God is working all things together for my good. Bank on it. 

God never calls me to accept 'what ifs' 

Someone  asked me once, "But what if you have the gift of singleness? Are you submitted to being single for the REST OF YOUR LIFE????" (insert raised-eyebrow glare) And in my mind I was like, "Ah, no." God doesn't require that. He never calls a barren couple to be ok with never having a family. Or a sick person to be ok with being sick for their entire life right now. That's crazy, fatalistic thinking.

But God does call us to be content right now. Submitted now. Surrendered now. And as the 'nows' progress...well, you get the idea. So, single? Don't beat yourself up if you're looking at the next step unable to say you're good with being single in that step for ever and ever until thine last breathe amen and amen. Just launch forth and be content now. Don't let the what-ifs keep you from what God has next.

God's grace is a 'leveler' 

Like a rushing flood of water, it raises the valleys, and lowers the mountain peaks. We can't see how this mighty current of grace effects where we are headed, because it's directly underneath us. We're riding it's crest. The crest of have all, and abound, every good work, and sufficient, in all things, perfect in weakness, doing all through Christ. And lifted on this mighty wave, the deep valleys of singleness (and we could name them) are simply not that deep. And the seemingly insurmountable peaks of singleness (and we could name them) we find a simple arm-stretch away. Hey, listen, I've proven this true. Go and do and allow God to change _______. And expect the grace. Grace to take the next step as a single. And grace to continue that good work (single, or not) for as long as the Lord directs. 
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So, yeah. Old questions. New change. Same God. Unfailing grace. That pretty much sums up life right now in Beth-land. May God use these same truths to encourage your hearts today. 

Beth 

Thursday, December 10, 2015

what NOT to get your single friends for Christmas

1. A lifetime membership to Christian Mingle

2. Have You Tried This? A Layman's Guide to Snagging the Right One  
(3vol. illustrated set) 

3. The sequel to above set: 101 Ways to Manipulate God's Will

4.  Mistletoe seeds 

5.  Cologne or perfume with names like Irresistible Hunk and Flirty Girly. Especially if they come in body-shaped bottles. (editor's note: nothing good comes in body-shaped containers.(ok fine, except Aunt Jemima) 

6. A Shutterfly book of all your mutual (available) facebook friends 

7. Twin sheets with a 30yr. warranty 

8. "Our First Christmas" photo frame with "by faith" markered across the embracing, Hollywood-esque couple on the sample picture

9. Stock in Kleenex

10. The single-people-who-have-found-'the one'-late-in-life-and-are-now-inexpressibly-happy calendar. 

11. Your honeymoon album

12. Coupons for anything appearance related 

13. Spanx

14. Stock in Twinkies

15. Why Animals Make the Best Soulmates Anyway (unabridged edition) 

You're welcome. 

Just here to help. 

Anytime. 

Beth 

Thursday, December 3, 2015

to be near

A recent Sunday morning. early. Okay, early-ish. Strong cup of coffee cupped in my hands. Perfectly toasted, buttered, and cinnamoned piece of homemade bread plated and resting next to me. (jealous yet?) Sun beating against the cream curtains. Fuzzy blanket over my lap. Favorite arm chair. I take hold of the frayed, brown bookmark and flip my Bible open to where I'd left off the morning before. Psalm 91. Perfect, I think. Familiar, full of devotional truth, Messianic overtones...I take a steaming sip from my mug and start to read. And I get lost. In the first 4 verses. Can't leave 'em. A rich thread of truth shows itself, and I find myself tracing it over and over. It winds its way through stunning word pictures, connecting them in a way I'd never noticed before. Here, let me show you...

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He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.


What is this place? The place of the most High. His home. A place shaded by His presence. Where am I here? Dwelling. Abiding. My location is secure and familiar. I'm not leaving. I belong here. Welcome here like I am in my own physical dwelling. Where is God here? Very, very close. His shadow is covering me. 

I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.

What is this place? A refuge and fortress. Something secure. Difficult to penetrate. Where am I here? Inside. Sheltered from harm. Taking cover from danger. Protected. Safe. Where is God here? He's the fortress, the one I'm inside. Yeah, think on that for a while. 

Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.

What is this place? Well, we know it's dangerous and harmful. Something intentionally set to hurt me. Loud. destructive like a pestilence. Where am I here? Very close to this danger. Close enough to 'step in the snare' and hear the 'pestilence.' Where is God here? He's the rescuer and guide. Keeping my steps from the snares and pulling me from the danger. 

He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shall thou trust;

What is this place? A feathered wing. A canopy of feathers. A place of warmth. A soft, gentle place. A place of nurture and trust. Where am I here? Underneath these feathered wings. Sheltered, warm, safe. Where is God here? Covering me with Himself. Drawing me close. 


His truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

What is this place? Where do you need a shield and buckler? In battle. Danger. Potential or realized. Where am I here? Behind the shield and buckler. An entire body can hide behind a ancient shield. A buckler is smaller and held close to protect the internal organs (or so I read). The picture here is one of complete protection. Where is God here? Ok, so I'm equating His truth with His presence in this phrase. A stretch? Not so much. He's positioned close enough to protect me completely, or held tight against me like a piece of clothing. 

See what the Psalmist is doing here? Never once does he say God is near, but with every phrase he paints a striking picture of that reality. Over and over. Phrase by phrase he's saying: look at it this way. It's like you're dwelling in His home, overshadowed by His presence. Or better yet, your dwelling in Him. How about this: He's close up beside you to guide your steps and rescue you if you get trapped. Or maybe it's more like He's covering you with Himself like a bird her young. Actually, He's something you can hide behind...or held fast against you.
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My Sunday morning reverie cut off quick-like with a casual glance at the clock. Had to set down the empty mug, shrug off the warm blanket, clear the dirty plate, leave the sunlit room, begin preparations for church...all that quiet, physical comfort 'popped' like a floating bubble. 
But the truth of the nearness of God has no time constraints or physical limitations. 

And as this Christmas season winds me up and sends me whirling from each program, party, and other tradition-necessitates-this activities, I want these pictures front and center. Want them to influence my actions and thoughts. Want them to inform both the sentimental emotions and deflated expectations of this time of year. My God is near to me. In, above, around me. He is my home, my guide, covering, protection, and rescue. Psalm 91 tells me that. 

And to be near? I think that must be one of the greatest gifts offered this holiday season. 

Beth