March 10, 2013

Good Reads

A few words that, coupled with the power of the Holy Spirit, really spoke to me this week:

The Problem with Being Supermom and How to Fix It by Kat at Inspired to Action

Don't Waste This Hour by Ashley Haupt at Little Pieces of Ordinary

More Grace: On not being mean, hateful, and horrible by Jen Hatmaker

Loving Difficult People by Beth Moore


My Takeaways:
  • Priorities are meaningless unless/until aligned with actions.
  • We must make the most of every moment, because life is so brief.  John Piper's Don't Waste Your Life has been added to my "to read" list.
  • As Christians, how are we distinguishable from the world? We should be set apart, but too often, we blend in a little too closely. We must examine our habits and have courage to change when necessary.
  • It's increasingly easy to adopt the cynical, grace-less attitude of this world, but we must strive to show more grace, only available through our supply from the grace-giver Himself.
  • If we only love those who love us in return and are easy to love, are we really showing love at all?  We must be so in tune with God that we're able to give love freely and truly expecting nothing in return, dependent only upon His approval and love to fill our tanks.


February 7, 2013

On Hope

 Dear Kate, 

Some days are all sunshine and blue skies, with chirping birds and gentle breezes, and even a surprise trip down to the beach complete with a blazing sunset and the calming sound of the ocean waves. Other days are cloudy and blah, damp, and cold, and sometimes those days turn into weeks and the clouds into storms, and all you really want is to see the sun again, and you start to wonder if it's still even there. Such is life. There are summer seasons where everything is going so right, and you wonder if life on earth can possibly get any better than this. Happiness abounds, and blessings flow like honey, and life has never tasted sweeter. There are also seasons that feel like winter - long and harrowing and grueling, and all we really want is a moment of rest and a glimpse of the sun, but neither seem to be anywhere in sight. 

But even in the hard times, even on the days when you feel like you just can't bear anymore and the news goes from bad to worse, when you really just want to run away from it all... or at least curl up into a ball and hibernate for awhile, when the trial is long and your energy is short and you want to laugh but your optimism is running dry - even on those days, we still have a choice - we always have a choice about our attitude.  Now, we can choose to cry, and that is not a bad thing - often, it is a necessary thing, a cleansing and therapeutic thing, as your mama knows well - but we must choose to move on from that place.  As Christians, the most important choice we can make is to hope. 

So, what is hope? Defined Biblically, hope means "a strong and confident expectation." One of my favorite definitions for hope, which I came across years ago in my college days is by Max Lucado:  "It is a zany, unpredictable dependence on a God who loves to surprise us out of our socks."  I liked it a lot, so I wrote it down to remember for later, and my exexperience has proven time and time again that it is true.

The Bible tells us lots of things about hope, but I think one of the most important is that is active, not passive. It is an action we must choose despite our feelings and emotions. Our feelings are strong and very real. Just like your mama, you are tender-hearted and feel things deeply. Even as young as you are, I have seen you many times show compassion and genuine concern for others. You immediately know if something is wrong with your daddy or I, or with anyone close to you, and you ask us, "What's the matter?" directly followed by a hug or shared snack or a tangible action that is somehow always exactly right. In our hardened world today, where lack of emotion is often viewed as a symbol of strength, your tenderness is beautiful, and you will use this gift to minister to many people. But unfortunately, your sensitivity will also cause you to feel and even absorb some of the pain felt by others, and sometimes your load may feel heavy, like more than you can bear. 

Thankfully we serve a Savior who knows just how we feel and where we've been.  Not long before he went to the cross, Jesus gave his disciples this most beautiful promise, one we can cling to in those hard, seemingly hopeless times:

"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." - John 16:33

Notice that He doesn't say we "might" have trouble - it isn't optional. Trouble. Inevitable. A lot to look forward to, right? But the next part is so very powerful. I love those two words - Take heart. Or, another way of phrasing it might be: "Despite how crummy things are right now, you've got to trust Me. Why, you may ask? Because I've overcome this world - as in conquered victoriously." Whoa. Now doesn't that just change everything?! It changes the focus of our perspective from our circumstances and our strength to His power and infinite wisdom.

It means that, even in the harshest winters of life, through faith, we can choose to live in hope. We can choose hope by choosing gratitude - by looking for the blessings in the midst of the misery, and believe me, they are always there if we just open our eyes to look, to search them out. We can choose hope by choosing joy - by choosing a smile over a frown, even through the tears, because we know from God's promises that the outcome is worth rejoicing over, and we are claiming it in advance. And most importantly, we can share our hope by choosing love - by putting others' needs ahead of our own and pointing them to the Source of our hope when their own well has run dry.

So, whatever you're going through in this particular season of life, my dear Kate, take heart. Remember that hope - confident expectation - is the best choice, the only choice for we who have been redeemed, because our Overcomer is always fighting for us to a sure victory.

Love,
Mama 

(This is a series where I write about things I want Kate to know when she grows up. I got the idea from another blogger who writes "Dear Abby" letters to her daughter.) 

January 17, 2013

A Life Well Lived: An Ode to My Gran

I wrote the following to honor my grandmother's life, and it was read at her funeral this past spring.  Gran was the most inspiring and Christlike lady I have known, and regardless of whether you knew her, I hope you also are in some way inspired by her legacy.  I still miss her so much it hurts, but I rejoice to know that she is finally Home with her Lord and Savior, as well as my grandaddy.

Gran at her 90th birthday celebration in 2010, with my daughter, Kate
Margaret Dean Butler, known as “Gran” to many, including myself, was an extraordinary lady who lived a simple life with great love.  In the Bible, Jesus was asked to name the greatest commandment.  He replied, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.  This is the first and greatest commandment.  And the second is like it: Love your neighbor as yourself.” (Matthew 22: 37-39).  Gran exemplified these two verses in the way she lived each day.

Without a doubt, Gran loved the Lord more than anything else. She loved God’s Word and read it daily.  Her Bible was always next to her recliner in her den, often opened.  Her refrigerator was covered in Bible verses written on post-it notes or small scraps of paper.  She taught the importance of memorizing verses to her children and grandchildren and would recite them often herself.  I will always remember the first verse she taught me, “God is love” – a simple but very important one.  One of her favorites was Psalm 118:24 – “This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.”  During many of our visits, she would bring words of Scripture into our conversations.  She was an active church member, and I cannot remember her missing church except when she was very sick.

Gran was a worrier, but she also knew the power of prayer.  She was a prayer warrior.  If you asked Gran to pray for you, you knew she would do so, and often.  As a little girl, I remember being at her house one day, and she had lost her glasses.  We looked all around and couldn’t find them anywhere.  She stopped and we prayed together for God’s guidance to help her find the glasses.  Sure enough, right after that, she found them.  That is only a small example of many, but as a child, it taught me an important lesson – to trust God fully with the small and the big things, and to go to Him in prayer immediately.

Gran is one of the rare individuals who I can say truly “loved her neighbor as herself.”  She put others’ needs ahead of her own and always had time for people.  She had the most wonderful gift of talking with people one-on-one.  She made you feel special, because she was truly interested in what was going on in your life.  Gran’s first concern was someone’s relationship with the Lord.  She had a gentle, but direct way of witnessing to and encouraging people, which I saw many times during my growing up years.  Even during her last month in the hospital, during one of my visits, a physical therapist shared with me how she was so thankful that Gran asked her about her faith.  Numerous lives have been changed because of Gran’s caring Christian influence.  She also gave unselfishly and without hesitation – when there was a need, she sought to fill it.  She cared little for material possessions but instead was focused on an eternal perspective. 

Gran was devoted to her family, and she built a simple home filled with love and laughter.  When asked about how she met my grandfather, she would recall how she saw him across the street from her front porch one day after he’d returned from the war and thought he was nice looking.  They were married for 53 years, and their marriage was a model for others to follow.  They truly loved each other and shared a friendship as well.  I think it can best be summarized by a plaque she bought him for one of their anniversaries that said, “You are my sunshine.”   She was a wonderful old-fashioned Southern cook but preferred recipes with “few ingredients,” as she would say.  Her vegetable suppers with thin, crisp cornbread will always be remembered.  She was a model mother and grandmother. 

I think my brother and I spent about as much time at Gran’s and BB’s house, as children, as we did at our own house.  We were always welcomed with open arms and good snacks.  I can’t think of a time when a box of Chips-a-hoy cookies were not in Gran’s kitchen.  She did interesting and fun things for us, like planning scavenger hunts around the house, walking to the library for the summer reading program and going through the Jack’s drive through for a hot apple pie on the way home, and fixing me my own art area in a corner of her den, complete with a small desk, paper, and the big box of Crayola crayons.  One time, we wrote a book together, and she typed it up on her typewriter, let me illustrate it, and bound it with staples.  “The Monster Who Came Down Watertank Hill” may not have been a literary masterpiece, but it sure did make me feel special.

Gran was also surprising and funny, in many ways.  She had a wonderful dry wit and the ability to make others laugh, often without even trying to be funny.  She grew up during the Depression and attended college at The University of Alabama, earning a degree in library science.  In a letter home to her parents, she described being scared of sliding down the fire escape during a drill, so she had a friend to wait at the bottom to catch her. She was offered a job on a bookmobile but declined it to marry my grandfather.  She did not much care for animals but she did keep “Mama Cat” for its long life of 20 years, although the vet would come to her house and catch it for shots, since she refused to touch it.  One time, Gran and her sister ordered my uncle a miniature pony from some sort of paper ad, but she was surprised when it turned out to be a little larger than they expected. 

Gran was beloved by many.  I cannot count the number of people who have shared with me over the years how special of a lady my Gran is.  I agree with them wholeheartedly.  Mother Theresa stated, “We can do no great things; only small things with great love.”  That is what Gran accomplished during her 91 years.  May her Christlike and others-centered legacy be an inspiration to us all, as we remember her today and in the days to come.

January 2, 2013

Theme Word for a New Year

Last January, I read a story in Guideposts magazine about an author who, through prayer, chose a theme word for each year - kind of like a New Year's resolution, but broader - something she could use to remind herself of her goals and relate her life events to throughout the upcoming year.  I really liked the idea and decided to choose my own.  My theme word for 2011 was Focus, and I referred back to this word many, many times across various situations in my life over the course of the past year.  This theme word led me to complete the final phase of my doctorate, create a mission statement to clarify my goals, and identify and begin to address many distractions in my life.

As 2012 drew to a close, I was excited about choosing a new word for 2013.  I started thinking about it a few weeks ago and initally selected peace, as Jeff and I have been talking a lot lately about ways to reduce our family's level of busyness and stress in order to have more peace in our home and lives.  I thought of one of my favorite Bible verses, John 14:27:  "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."  Peace would be a very appropriate theme word for the new year!  

But... as I often do, I ran ahead of God.  I hadn't stopped and prayed about my word - I just haphazardly picked something out of the air.  I always say that when I see/hear/read something related several times in a row, I know God's trying to get my attention.  This happens to me all the time - most often through Scripture - and it always holds a direct application to my current life circumstances.  One day last week, within a period of a few hours, I came across the word power in a Biblical context in at least four different places.  Then, in the following days, I have literally read or heard something every single day that dealt with power.  I've actually laughed out loud the last few times I've come across it! 

The more I began to think about it, the more I realized power - from God's perspective - was exactly the word I needed for this upcoming year.  When we think of power in a human sense, we often think of physical force or authoritative power.  But God's view of power is much different.  Throughout the Bible, over and over again, God tells and shows how, in order for his purposes to be achieved, His people must live in submission as He pours out His power into and through us.  I am independent, stubborn, and self-reliant.  I like to set goals and make plans to reach them... but I often fail because I burn out, because I try to do it all in my own strength.  Through Jesus Christ and the gift of the Holy Spirit, God has thankfully made a better way for us, if we will only choose to trust Him. 

Romans 8:2:  
And because you belong to Him (Christ), the power of the life-giving Spirit has freed you from the power of sin that leads to death. 

Ephesians 1:19-22:  
I also pray that you will understand the incredible greatness of God’s power for us who believe him. This is the same mighty power that raised Christ from the dead and seated him in the place of honor at God’s right hand in the heavenly realms. Now he is far above any ruler or authority or power or leader or anything else—not only in this world but also in the world to come. God has put all things under the authority of Christ and has made him head over all things...  

2 Corinthians 12: 9-10
... Each time He said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me... For when I am weak, then I am strong.

Philippians 2:13:
For God is working in you, giving you the desire and the power to do what pleases Him.  


So, weird as it may seem,
I am claiming power as my theme word for 2013
and resolving to daily submit to God's authority.
This is exactly what my worrying, planning, over-analyzing tendencies need.  
 To rest in Him.  
To abide in His grace.  
To experience freedom - from worry, from fear, from expectation.  
To live weak in myself and strong in His power.

Won't you join me in choosing a theme word for your 2013?