It was the summer before my son’s freshman year in high school, and he had one request of me: “Mom, can I join the football team?”
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It was the summer before my son’s freshman year in high school, and he had one request of me: “Mom, can I join the football team?”
Continue reading “Allowing the Lord to Say No to Your Children”
I remember the moment so clearly. I was a mom of three small boys ages 4, 3, and 1. It was a beautiful spring day so the boys and I packed up the stroller to walk down to our park. As the older boys ran and jumped and played, I pushed my giggling little guy on the baby swings. Not meaning to eavesdrop, but being too close to avoid hearing, I listened in on a conversation between two moms.
Waiting patiently has never been one of my best attributes. My trouble started early on. As a child, I always knew where my mother kept our Christmas gifts hidden, and I made it a point, with great regularity, to spy and peek at the stash. I simply could not wait until Christmas.
For the past several days I have been contemplating the time that Jesus spent in the Garden of Gethsemane praying. I’ve been struck by the words that scripture uses to tell us about the emotions of that evening. I’ve combed through various Bible translations noting these words.
I am prone to negativity. When my tongue is unrestrained it lends itself to complaining, biting sarcasm, and criticism. How’s that for a dose of honesty? Similarly, my thoughts can easily meander down the same pessimistic path. I’ve needed to fess up to this less-than-Christlike attitude and confess it for what it is: sin. I am prayerfully working on changing my perspective. Decades of pessimistic practice have made this a hard habit to kick. But I am thankful that the Lord has opened my eyes to it and given me the opportunity to change.
For quite some time I have been feeling the not-so-gentle-nudge to do something about this blog, Life in the Van. I cover such a broad range of topics from faith to family to food, and in the blogosphere, that is no good.
Those of you who are interested in reading more about topics related to faith and family may not necessarily be interested in my recipe posts. Conversely, those of you looking for new recipes may not be interested in hearing about my thoughts on matters of faith and family.
So, this past week, I fixed that. I have a new blog up and running called The Gluten Free Gathering. Here, I will be posting only gluten free recipes and other food related topics.
Life in the Van will remain the place where I share what the Lord has laid upon my heart. I will be sharing matters of faith, lessons, and family topics as I always have. If there are any cooking contest adventures, I’ll share those as well. But soon you will begin to see all of those yummy recipes disappear from Life in the Van. They will find a new home at The Gluten Free Gathering.
So, you have some choices:
Thanks to all of you who have followed and supported me in my writing venture. It’s something that I truly love to do.
Life has been busy and complicated of late. Seasons like this sprinkle the timeline of our lives like snow (sometimes like a blizzard). Busy doing what needs to be done…what has to be done. Running to and fro. Dealing with the challenges life has. Aging parents. Health concerns. The future. It seems as though everything else gets pushed aside. Our good intentions become just that, intentions; things dreamed of or planned, but never coming to fruition. The out-of-control elements of the day dictate its course. Sometimes we simply feel like we are bobbing on the waves, being pushed to and fro, struggling to keep our heads above, at the mercy of the tide.
Our family has always enjoyed having a real Christmas tree in our home. There is just something about the fresh smell of pine that draws each of us in. We typically frequent a local garden center to select our tree. But one year we ventured out to a tree farm to cut down our own. Unfortunately, I was unable to go because of a commitment at church, but my husband and boys joined my brother-in-law and his children on a tree-cutting adventure.
Continue reading “When Christmas is Hard: Cobwebs and Christmas Trees”
Of late, the news has been dominated with story after story of accused sexual impropriety and misconduct. It seems that with each passing day another politician, celebrity, or public figure falls from grace. While the depravity of man in general does not take me by surprise, a naive populace does. I find myself a bit dumbfounded as I hear of the outrage and shock that people have expressed at some of the recent revelations. Please understand clearly: I do not condone such behavior. It is wrong and reprehensible. But, my question is this: should this trend be surprising?
It shouldn’t.
Life is uncertain. Changes and challenges often rattle us to the core with little or no forewarning. Sickness. Brokenness. Rebellion. They’ve all stepped over the welcome mat and entered into our lives as uninvited guests. They provoke us to fear and anger, bring disappointment and doubt, and cause us to fret and worry. Can there truly be a sense of peace and calmness amidst the storms and trials of this life?
A few weeks ago I felt prompted to make an appointment with a cardiologist. With such a long-standing bout of Lyme Disease and the full knowledge of its potential effects on one’s heart, I felt the need to get a baseline reading on my heart health. It’s funny, sickness and testing are not foreign to me. I’ve never experienced true stress and anxiety at the doctor’s office or during testing. However, this all changed the very moment that I opened the door to the cardiologist’s office. I was overcome with such a sense of panic, like none I had ever experienced before. And, if you didn’t realize, there is absolutely no way to mask or hide anxiety at the cardiologist. After my initial visit, the doctor arranged for a whole host of tests to be completed over the course of the next several weeks. One by one I completed the tests, all coming back as normal. The last of the tests was scheduled to be completed at the doctor’s office. This last test did not produce such stellar results. The doctor speculated as to the cause and requested further testing.
This normally strong woman simply fell apart as she left the office. I emerged back home a blubbering mess. For the remainder of the day I felt such a cloud of darkness hovering over me as the tears flowed. I didn’t pray. I didn’t open God’s Word. I didn’t recall the many verses I knew. I didn’t remember God’s goodness. Instead I chose to question, doubt, and allow the seeds of anger to spring to life.
The next day the doctor’s office called asking me to come in again for additional testing in a few days. Once again fear enveloped me and held on with an intense grip. Realizing my weakness, I reached out to a few friends asking them to pray for me.
With a few days to wait for my testing, the Lord laid these thoughts on my heart. I’ll call them “The Six R’s of Resting in God When Life is Uncertain,” and they have served as a good reminder to me.
So, can there indeed be peace in the midst of the storms and trials of life? Without God, peace will be elusive. But with God, all things are possible.