{Word-less Wednesday}

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“If you haven't found something strange during the day, it hasn't been much of a day.”

{John Archibald Wheeler}

Solitude in the midst of busyness....

“Concentrate only on yourself and you’ll be depressed; 

concentrate only on others and you’ll be distressed; 

concentrate on Jesus and you’ll be at rest.”

Corrie ten Boom

I spent time weekend focusing on all three of those things.

And it was good.

Every Spring our teens gather at a district youth retreat on the 

Chesapeake Bay.

We enjoy great speakers, worship music, time spent connecting and laughing together.

Surprisingly, even with a couple hundred teenagers milling around I was able to find

 a few moments of solitude on the beach.

It's usually pretty warm but this year it was not.

Nevertheless, I took my annual early morning trip to the dock 

to explore and take pictures.

Every year on this campus I am reminded again of 

God's creativity 

and the beauty that is His creation.

 Even in the overwhelming amount of brown that still covers the trees and the ground

it is still beautiful.

 The way the sun hits the water...

The exquisite details in even the most minuscule shells ...

 The symmetry

 The stillness...

The majestic flight of creatures...

 The call of those creatures from one tree to another...

recognized by those that are a mirror image of themselves....

 Solitude

Safety

In the midst of the brown, 

color

as bright as the brown is dull...

And in the evening...

color 

all over again...

"True silence is the rest of the mind, 

and is to the spirit what sleep is to the body,

 nourishment and refreshment."  

William Penn

Sing your heart out...

Sometimes...

you just need to break out in song

By all means...

don't let anyone stop you.

{Sing}

like no one is watching...

so that those who are watching

can sing too.

"The only thing better than singing is more singing."

Ella Fitzgerald

Today...

I choose to:

“Give up 
the bitterness, the anger, the sadness

for what isn’t,
that you wish you had.

And embrace the gift of what you do have.

For therein is really what you want more of:

Joy.”

{Elizabeth Elliot}

I chose it yesterday

and will choose it again tomorrow.

Someone asked me recently what word I would want others to remember me by.

JOY

It's the one word that resonates inside me daily.

It's my choice..

One of the FRUIT of the SPIRIT placed in me at salvation...

it waits for me every day to pick it.

{ooh, ooh...pick me!}

It sits here at my table 

and here where I sit to read and be fed 

The working out of it is not as easy...

I can KNOW what is right

READ continually about what is right

but until I live it out hour by long hour

I am not really learning what it means to live in JOY.

For instance, 

Last night when my middle child tried to start a little fun in the kitchen 

by whopping me in the head with a bag of bread

and I reacted like an unleashed beast....

That was not choosing JOY.

Basically I stink at choosing it all the time...

But I WANT to

and that's a start.

So here it is,

Scenes from the last week of

 choosing JOY 

and

counting God's Gifts...

The following are in reaction to two boy-men who discovered they had

 inadvertently dressed alike:

notice the scowl on the oldest... 

the joy on the younger...

{the younger asking, "Mom, did you get me posing like a Hollister model?"} 

and the daughter who was not about to be left out of the shots... 

and the dog who just wants to be everyone's best friend... 

JOY...

The oldest, who upon seeing the above pics decided to SHAVE...

{Hearing The Hallelujah Chorus rising in crescendo in my head?} 

JOY!

conversations of the most important kind... 

man vs beast 

JOY!

Count them...

THREE bodies

In my driveway

Playing together

Just like the old days...

JOY!

Last week my parents took off on a cruise.

As the token door prize, we got to keep their dog.

I'm in the process of making t-shirts for the whole family

"My parents went on a cruise and all I got was this

STUPID

DOG

{Just kidding, mom and dad...he's a JOY.  Really}

The other day I found him lying on the stairs all sad and depressed;

Probably thinking he had been permanently placed in a very neutral-to-dogs-environment

and wondering how this fate befell him.

So I grabbed my camera and in an attempt to cheer him up

told him to smile for a photoshoot.

Not five minutes later I followed loud music into Alex's room...

We chatted for about ten minutes.

I told him his room was a pigsty

he told me about some more important things in his life.

Smiling, I left him to his 

heavy

 metal 

bass 

beating

On my way back upstairs I encountered THIS:

 And right at the top of the stairs I found THIS:

....next to THIS:

 Stomach juices/Stink Bug

And in the sunroom I found THIS:

About 2 1/2 minutes after I finished gagging scrubbing the floors 

I sanitized my hands and set out to make chicken salad....

At which time the animal reappeared asking to have a bite.

Seriously?  

You just yacked all over my house-

even after I tried to play nice and take pictures of you to cheer you up...

I'm pretty sure you will not be having people food.

For some unapparent reason all of this time

Josh Groban has been singing on my ipod.

Something about Angels being heard on high.

Not sure why there is still Christmas music on my ipod.

And only because I'm in the middle of doing THIS did it strike me funny.

Heavy metal music is playing loudly downstairs

canine is emptying the contents of his stomach upstairs

Christmas tunes are playing mindlessly 

canine begs to be filled again...

and laughter happens.

Counting...

#89 Spontaneous laughter because it's better than frustration

#90 Two full baskets of laundry...children are home

#91 Music that takes my heart to worship

#92 Turning the heat off!

#93 Being barefoot

#94 Hearing my children talk about their own God gifts

NOT QUITE {Word-less Wednesday} Whispers of a Heavenly Father in the actions of an earthly one...

{A TRUE STORY}

One day a son asks his father:

"Daddy, will you run the marathon with me?"

The father answers yes and both run their first marathon together.

One day, the son asks his father if he wants to run the marathon with him again 

and the father answers yes.

 They both run the marathon together again.

Then one day the son asks his father:

"Daddy, will you run the Ironman with me?"

 (the Ironman is the toughest...it requires a 4km swim, 180km biking and 42km running).

The father says yes again.

This all sounds easy...but check this video

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1301819980936&comments

{Echoed in my mind as I cried through this entire video..}
"I'd do this for you..."
"I'd do this for you..."
"I'd do this for you..."

How do our hearts respond?

When disaster strikes around the world and our hands cannot physically do anything to help, how do our hearts respond to tragedy at someone else's expense?  

Do they respond at all?  

I admit to being a late-comer to the news coverage in Japan.
My weekend was full and I'm not proud to say it became about ME and MY schedule and MY world.  

And not until yesterday did I sit down and really LOOK through eyes of compassion. 

How dare I?

While I cleaned my home for visitors, 

around the world there were real people trying to find their homes

while my home filled up with 

family 

and 

friends

there were real people searching desperately for theirs

life as they knew it a few days ago is gone

treasures stored up are broken and useless

{was there once a child in that empty basket?}

where once there was

 laughter

comfort

provision

safety

I imagine there is now a constant echo of

fear

resentment

anxiety

grief

hunger

bitterness

and for good reason...

life as it had been   

has changed.

displacement

and

deep, deep heartache

is everywhere

I cannot fathom such wrenching pain.

I've known my own

but with safety of 

home

family

clean water

food on the table

Never complete nothingness. 

Never.

But it can happen.

To any of us.

Anywhere.

The pictures remind me of

Haiti in ruin.

The aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.

I saw firsthand in 2006 and again in 2008 how devastating a natural disaster can be on 

families

homes

churches

communities

whole cities

But I also witnessed what it looks like when many hands work together for the common good.

I saw people who should have been devastated

 and frankly no one would have blamed them 

if they'd curled up in the fetal position for an inordinate amount of time.

I saw these people helping one another.

They had NOTHING left

and yet they gave.

They were the most grateful people I've ever met.

They fed us voluminous amounts of food

out of what little they had.

They 

chose 

Joy

And it was unnatural.

But it was beautiful.

I don't know how to rectify in my head the amount that was lost

and I'd never EVER sugar coat by saying 

"eventually it will be okay again"

The grieving father, mother, sister, brother

don't need to hear that today.

Today there is deep pain.

But I can't help but wonder about the stories we have not yet heard.

Stories of HOPE that will rise out of the rubble

{all pictures taken from boston.com}

Children who will rise up and rebuild what was lost and broken.

This story is not fully written

There will come a day of redemption 

when all disaster will be made sense

on the other side.

But maybe not until then.

Today it just hurts 

and 

makes you feel helpless.

And I think that's ok...

it's where God's heart of compassion merges with ours

and begins a new thing inside of us.

"When he looked out over the crowds, his heart broke. So confused and aimless they were, like sheep with no shepherd. 

"What a huge harvest!" he said to his disciples. 

"How few workers! On your knees and pray for harvest hands!"

Matthew 9:36