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Monday, August 19, 2013

Another lens…

I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am. I know how to get along with humble means, and I also know how to live in prosperity;
Philippians 4

Every now and then, one of my friends writes my blog for me. Today it was my BFF who, despite her continual assurances to the contrary, really does get Grace and finesse under pressure. This woman knows gratitude, and somehow getting it done. She gets “this place is beautiful,” no matter where “this place” is, no matter how she got there, and I want to shout her out when it happens. My BFF just earned her PhD in Feasting in the Wilderness.

When you master seeing your broken pieces
through another lens, you can feast anywhere. Even in the Wilderness.

thank you Mother Julie for the image...
Sometimes, it’s about seeing the same things through a different lens. In the three years I’ve been writing, this is what I’ve learned…

I have learned to be content in whatever state I am.  I am a little beaten up…but not beaten down.  I am a little bruised, but still conscious and able to fight.  I am staggering, but I haven’t fallen down. 

I’ll be fine.  And I can cry if I want to, because tears are prayers too.   I am allowed to be content and a little sad at the same time, all while glorifying God.  Because between tears and contentment, I am abundantly blessed. 

Enough of my words. Times for somebody elses…

Yesterday was likely one of the longest days of my life. 
My aunt, who arrived from Canada the night before, joined us for the first scrimmage of the season. Half way through the second scrimmage there is a kid on the ground...lo and behold it's mine. We take him to the hospital to find out after an X-ray and CAT scan (and an offer of Percocet for my 12 year old...WTF) that it's fractured in a couple places and he may have some soft tissue damage in his shin.

Shortly after we get home my cousin from Georgia arrives to spend a couple days with us and I am sitting thinking I can't do all of this. It's too much. I have 2 guests and a boy with a boot and crutches who doesn't want to rest and keeps asking me when he can play football again.
Then a little voice that sounds like Jerry the mouse says: your aunt was here to help you at the hospital and keep calm and help at home. Your cousin is here to distract M and play video games with him. It's all part of the plan. 

So with the dawning of this new day I say thank you God for giving me everything I needed to get through yesterday even when I wasn't smart enough to ask for it.

Don’t let her fool you. She’s way smart enough, and was busy living her life in a way that honored God so that when she needed Him to show up and show out, she was known to Him.

After this, there is no more to say except encourage the people in your life to be dependent upon God and upon one another. Quit wasting time trying to be brave and strong and solitary. We were built to live in community, and Grace must be paid forward. So for the Grace my rechargers (including my BFF, my Gayle, and the Divine Mrs. N) give me when I need it the most, I remind you to give of yourself to those you love while simultaneously giving it all to God the Father. Take our broken bits to use for Your Glory. Daily I better understand why You put me here; why I broke, and why I’ll never be whole (and that’s okay). Broken and blessed are beautiful when you are not alone. When you master seeing your broken pieces through another lens, you can feast anywhere. Even in the Wilderness.

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