Monday, December 31, 2018
I have written blog posts on my philosophies on New Year's Resolutions. If you missed that, the summary is that I don't make new Year's resolutions because if there is something I want to change about myself, God gives me a new day, new hour, new minute, or new second to change something about myself.
This past week, I led a discussion with a group of elderly people. We discussed New Year's Resolutions and what the most common ones are. Of course, number one was losing weight. The funny thing about that resolution is that it isn't a resolution at all. It is a goal. During our discussion, we began to wonder what the difference in resolutions and goals. So I looked it up. Resolutions are permanent changes to your life that you will keep doing every day and not just until a specific achievement is reached. Goals involve specific achievements. Goals can be tracked and accomplished. Goals are real, actionable, trackable plans. Resolutions are hopes. Goals are plans.
Losing weight, going to the gym three times per week, reading the Bible through in a year, running a marathon, etc, are all goals. They are finite. They are achievements that are trackable and with a reward with the accomplishment.
Being mindful, being present, caring enough about yourself to limit sweets, cultivating joy in everyday life-these are resolutions. You may want to lose 10 pounds but it isn't about fitting into skinny jeans. Fitting into skinny jeans is a goal. A resolution is to eat healthier because you love yourself. Being more patient, kind, gentle, good, loving, joyous, being at peace, more faithful, trusting, and acting with self control are all resolutions. They do not have a measure of achievement like goals do. Fitting into your skinny jeans is not a sign of inner peace.
There is nothing wrong with goals OR resolutions and I think that both have their place in each of our lives. It was just interesting to me that the majority of common resolutions are not resolutions at all. They are goals. What are your goals and resolutions for 2019?
May you all be blessed in the new year!
Thursday, October 11, 2018
It just looks like an overwhelming mess. God has the picture in His hands and knows how the pieces of our lives go together. One day, He will sit us in His lap and show us the picture and it will all make sense. Until then, we have the written picture of the Bible that will help us along the way. Ultimately, God holds the picture. He knows how all of it fits together.
All we need to do is keep plugging at it. Turning the pieces of our lives this way and that until they make something recognizable. Sometimes our lives are harder to put together than others, but one day it will all make sense. May we all have faith to keep on keeping on even when the pieces don’t fit or make sense.
Wednesday, October 10, 2018
Jesus Stills the Sea
35On that day, when evening came, He said to them, “Let us go over to the other side.” 36Leaving the crowd, they took Him along with them in the boat, just as He was; and other boats were with Him. 37And there arose a fierce gale of wind, and the waves were breaking over the boat so much that the boat was already filling up. 38Jesus Himself was in the stern, asleep on the cushion; and they woke Him and said to Him, “Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?” 39And He got up and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, “Hush, be still.” And the wind died down and it became perfectly calm. 40And He said to them, “Why are you afraid? Do you still have no faith?” 41They became very much afraid and said to one another, “Who then is this, that even the wind and the sea obey Him?”
Tuesday, October 9, 2018
I haven’t blogged in a while. I’ve had a lot of thoughts but haven’t made time to write them. I’m at the beach this week and I feel my most creative and reflective at the beach so here is the fruit of that reflection.
his mercies never come to an end;
23 they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
Thursday, March 8, 2018
There are shows on television about people who go to storage facilities and buy the garage contents sight unseen hoping there is something valuable in the unit. The storage owners are actually having to auction the contents of storage units that have outstanding rent, abandoned units, etc. WHAT are we storing that we can't keep at home?? Are we at a point in life where we keep so much "stuff" that we can't even keep it all in our home and we even forget about what is in the unit? Are we buying so much junk that we don't really need that we end up with an overage that warrants an extra monthly payment to store it all?
WHAT are we doing?? This all occurred to me as I noticed this new storage area being built. Clearly there is need for two storage facilities two miles apart or they would not be building it. We have THAT much junk to warrant such building. Bless.
In a world of overindulgence, I long for simplicity, crave less, am satisfied more, and am blessed more than I deserve. The more stuff you accumulate, the more stuff floats around in your head producing anxiety, stress, breakdowns, and a sense of general unhappiness. We have so much that we need a storage unit for the excess and we can't even remember most of what is in the unit. Enough that a show has been made to chronicle the auctions and what is found in abandoned storage units. I pray that my storage unit is full of peace, happiness, contented feelings, love, joy, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self control, and good works. May we all have an overflow of those things that our bodies can't hold all of it so we need a hypothetical storage unit for the abundance. Not clothes. Not furniture. Not earthly possessions. But love. Peace. Happiness. And the ever hard to achieve-contentment.
Simplify. Start small, and get the excess of stuff in your life completely away from you and you will find that contentedness and peace will overcome your feelings of stress, anxiety, and being in the rat race. We don't need a storage facility on every corner. We don't need that much junk to clutter our lives. Let's store up for ourselves treasures in Heaven where moth and rust do not destroy and where thieves will not break in and steal. Let us store up our fruits of the spirit and drown out all the excess earthly stuff that brings out the worst in all of us. Stay simple.
Make today the best day ever!!
Monday, February 12, 2018
Red or Blue
Go or Stay?
Snack or wait?
There are actually a few decisions that are disguised as feelings. Love is a feeling. It is something you fall into. Something you feel in your soul, and heart. Something you get butterflies over. It is uncovered when you find your soulmate. I am suggesting today that love is not a feeling at all. It is a decision.
I have been married for 26 years. 27 in May. We met at college in Nashville, TN. He was from Georgia, I was from Nashville. It was love at first sight. I told my roommate after I met him that I had just met the man I was going to marry. There were butterflies. There was giddiness and laughing. There was excitement to see him. It was the same on his end. We dated. We loved. We had fun. We got married. What if I had gone to school at Texas A&M? Would I have found this man I married? hmmmm
No. I would have married someone who was in my pool of eligibles at the time I was ready to get married. This does not minimize my love and adoration for my husband, it just means that I picked him out of the pool of eligibles within proximity to where I was at the time I wanted to get married. THIS, my friends, is why so many marriages are failing nowadays. People think that love is a feeling. Something they fall into, and as time passes they fall out of. Do I feel butterflies when I see my husband now, 26 years later? hmmm no. Am I glad to see him? yes. Do I miss him when he is gone? absolutely. But do I burn with passion for him? no. Did I? yes. You see, love is a decision.
When butterflies go away in time and it's kids and bills and commitments, you don't burn with passion anymore, Yes, desire is still there, but more of a comfortable desire and the desire may not be for the dude who passes gas on the couch. People give up here. They divorce here. Because they saw the secretary at work and felt butterflies for her. They saw the dude at the local honkytonk that gave them giddiness and rumbly tummy. It's fun to feel that way. But that isn't love. That is temporary endorphins that make you feel good for the moment. It passes. Even with the secretary or the dude at the honkeytonk it will pass. Feelings are temporary. Love is forever.
Love is a decision to commit to your husband even when he is undesirable. Love is a decision to stick with your wife even though she went and got her entire arm tattooed because she wanted to. Love is a decision to accept your husband even when he was too hard on the children or you don't agree on which house to buy. Love is commitment even when your husband blew through $5000 at the poker table. There are no butterflies in these situations. No desire. Just a decision. A decision to love even when you are unlovable. A comfortable commitment in sickness and health. Butterflies are temporary, love is eternal.
When you wife breaks her arm and leg and you have to serve her and put her shoes on for her and snap her bra on her because she can't do anything for herself, you choose to love. There are no butterflies or giddiness in this situation. Just love. A decision to put someone else's needs above your own.
Love is a decision to place someone else's needs above your own.
We love our children but when they draw all over the white couch with sharpie marker do we adore and get giddy over how cute they are? NO. We decide to love them anyway and purchase a couch cover. We don't divorce our children or put them up for adoption and make another one that won't do that. So why are we throwing away our marriages? Because the world has taught us that love is a feeling. And when we fall out of it, we throw in the towel and find someone who makes us feel alive again. Love isn't something we fall into or out of. It isn't some out of control feeling that lasts forever. It is a decision. A decision to love when he plans the most amazing anniversary getaway ever and also to love when he forgets your birthday.
Love is a decision to place someone else's needs above your own.
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Have the Best Day EVER!