Season of Hope

For a good portion of the United States, spring has sprung. While I am waiting for a little bit warmer nights to put out my spring plants, the air and light during the day is definitely different from the winter’s. The outside temperatures might be similar to a couple of weeks ago, yet the air seems warmer.

This week is Holy Week for those celebrating Easter and Passover for my Jewish friends. It is a time of remembrance and hope. As I have been thinking of the events of both Holy Week and Passover, I imagine what a rollercoaster of emotions during that time for those who witnessed it.

I think of the Israelites and how scared and perplexed they must have been during the plagues and with the final plague: applying blood over their doorways so the angel of death would “passover” the household and spare the inhabitants. They needed to be ready to leave their homes at a moment’s notice and travel to only God knew where. Their only experience with God was through oral stories of the "God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob”. They would have heard of the stories of Joseph, his brothers and their moving to Egypt. At that time, there was no law or guidelines of a belief system. It was down to individual trust and faith.

For those followers of Jesus, what a week for them: to see their leader triumphantly riding a donkey on Sunday hailed as a King, by mid-week having the sentiment turn with Him being treated worse than a criminal and receiving the worst possible death-crucifixion. Yet by the following Sunday- the most life-altering event happened in history. No more would humans have to be separated from God. The creation is restored back to the Creator. For those followers of Christ, it came down to trust and faith too.

The ups and downs of emotions and experiences. But after all, isn’t that life? Don’t we all have weeks or seasons of life like that? We can experience the most heart-wrenching sorrow and the most profound joy at the same time. I know that I have. On one hand there is hope for a new day and excitement over dawning possibilities but on the other, there is the loss of what might have been, the people we mourn and miss, the dreams put on hold or ended.

Many of whom I know and love are having tough times: anxiety, profound grief, hurting, despair, major concerns, brokenness, or health issues, to name a few.

In our family we have suffered a recent loss. A week that started out with promise has become profoundly sad. Holy Week and Passover remind me of God’s provision and hope for the future even and most especially, during a time of loss. Both people groups in Old and New Testament experienced loss: for the Israelites, loss of their known home and for the Christ followers the loss of their leader. While their experiences and journeys were hard, God provided for them and led them to a place of joy: for the Israelites the promised land and for Christ’s followers, His resurrection.

While questions abound, “Why God? Why do people have to suffer?” it comes down to trust and faith. Trusting that God, the creator, knows the best for His creation and faith that He will act on that best for those we love. Even though life is a roller coaster, the end is the ultimate Promised Land- communion, community and life with the Creator of all things.

What about you? Have your ever experienced joy and grief in a short amount of time? How did you respond?

For me it is comforting to know that my human experience is not unusual- I am not alone in what life throws my way. Nor are you. For me, this season of spring is a season of hope- while I may not understand sorrows and difficulties, I have hope and faith in the One who does understand. Happy Easter.

Trust

How are you in the waiting game? Having to wait for something is in some ways about delayed gratification, something I wonder if I am lacking? When I was a kid, my neighborhood playmate Kathy and I would receive cookies from her mom which we would share equally. It was always a game as to who could make her cookies last. Kathy always won. I would be so frustrated that I never won. What was wrong with me? Only later did I realize that she would hide her last cookie.

Waiting always makes me think of the marshmallow study done over 50 years ago by psychologist Walter Mischel. While the findings and conclusions have been reassessed over the years, I still find the videos of the children and their antics/strategies to not eat the marshmallow before the allotted time and thus, receive an additional one in the end, adorable. When I get frustrated waiting, this makes me laugh: Click here to watch.

How I feel most days as I wait for the remodeling to finish…

Once again, we have had a delay in our remodeling project. I must say, I am really beginning to lose patience over the delays. In all fairness, most of the delays are really out of anyone’s control. Yet it seems, once the wheels fall off the wagon, the whole thing falls apart: one error can cause a whole litany of other problems to happen. I get it. Sometimes that is just the way things occur. I remember when working with clients, inevitably there would be one client, that if one thing went wrong with the care and/or project, then sure enough, multiple things would also be off.

Yet, I also recognize that because of the issues and delays, the final outcomes have been better than if things went according to the original plan. For instance, the snafu with the cabinets caused a reassessment of the type of cabinet for the stove, which now is even a better arrangement and will provide more storage.

But, like the Psalmist I groan, “How long, O Lord…?”

I keep muttering to myself, “trust in God, trust in the process and trust the workmen.” At times I have been discouraged about the whole shebang- moving, remodeling, and the all encompassing energy that both things take. I start to doubt God and myself regarding the call to move.

Then I get an affirmation from the place where we live- the beauty of the surroundings or the friendliness of the neighbors. Reminders from God that we are exactly where He wants us to be at this time. I begin to remember God’s faithfulness in the past. Not just to me and my family but to my spiritual family and friends as well as the stories of the faithful in the Bible.

I have been reading about Joshua and Caleb- the only two spies who, after coming back from the reconnaissance in the Promised Land, were encouraged that through God, the Hebrews could overtake the area. All the other spies incited the people to reject what God promised and not trust that God would do what He said. Because of that, God decided that the whole generation would not enter the land. The Hebrew people would have to wait for the next generation to receive the Promised Land. Only Joshua and Caleb would be allowed to enter with the new generation because of their trust in God.

Only recently did it dawn on me, Joshua and Caleb had to wait forty years before the Promise came to fruition for them. They didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, they were doing everything right and yet they still had to wait. Even after entering the Promised Land it took some effort and time before things settled down and there was a period of peace.

What about you? Have you ever had to wait for some dream or plan to come to fruition? How did you handle the waiting time? Are you more like the marshmallow children, sneaking in a bite or two or more like the hound- waiting patiently for something to occur?

Interestingly that this week’s chapter in my Bible Study book was all about waiting. (Tish Harrison Warren, Liturgy of the Ordinary: Sacred Practices in Everyday Life) The author reminds us that waiting is active and purposeful like a fallow field. Even when a dirt field appears to be dormant, there are microorganisms, fungi, insects, wind and sun all readying the soil for planting.

When I am impatient, I need to remember: my past and God’s goodness as well as His goodness to others. It gives me hope and helps me to be patient and trust God.

Tertullian, an early (160 A.D.) Christian author from Carthage, states, “The singular mark of patience is not endurance or fortitude but hope. To be impatient…is to live without hope. Patience is grounded in the Resurrection. It is life oriended toward a future that is God’s doing, and its sign is longing, not so much to be released from the ills of the present, but in anticipation of the good to come.” (Robert Louis Wilken, The Spirit of Early Christian Thought: Seeking the Face of God.)

May we all look forward to the good that is to come.

Civility

Civility. According to my Webster’s, civility is defined: “deference or allegiance to the social order befitting a citizen. Civil government or polity. Solidarity of civil rights and obligations and civil justice in the civil order.” In some interpretations, it is being polite and showing good manners regardless of how you feel about the person.

Many years ago my husband and I watched a documentary about the British policeman, the “bobby”. It was narrated by David Niven. In it, he remarked that the bobby was trained with the golden thread of civility. It was his demeanor and his speech that was considered the bobbies greatest tool in policing.

In trying to find that documentary I found another one: “The History of the British Police Force”. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9P48YT61zII). In that history, the founder of modern day policing, Sir Robert Peel (why British policemen are called “bobbies” or “peelers”) wanted a trained professional force. He felt the emphasis should be on crime prevention by having a police presence in the community through walking a “beat”. He had them wear uniforms that looked more like civilian clothing rather than the traditional military uniform. He felt that the attributes of the officer should be to remain calm, quiet, determined and at all times keep one’s temper. In the history of American policing, similar to our laws, some of the British attributes were incorporated.

Lately I have been thinking about the various police/civilian encounters that have been in the news, especially the ones that have led to loss of life. How did they go so wrong? Is policing a profession? Are we back to just a free for all, much like the wild west? How can officers keep the peace and remain calm, when sometimes those they are helping are violent and disruptive? How can the public remain calm when the police seem violent and disruptive? Is it too much to ask?

I cannot imagine what the police officer must go through. To think, everyday they have no idea what result will be with any encounter they have. Their actions or speech might lead to theirs or a civilian’s - death, dismissal, maiming, or being critically injured. Their experience must be similar to the adrenaline pumped war preparation that military personnel encounter. And for police officers it is every minute of every day that they are on duty.

But then, I think of those of us who encounter the police. Isn’t there some societal contract that we are entitled to dignity and respect from the officers? Shouldn’t there be some type of civility? Aren’t the police the “helpers”, trying to find the root of the problem? Displaying a calm, quiet, but determined demeanor?

I think of our contractor whose mother had a horrific encounter with the police. A physically disabled woman due to a stroke, she had traveled out of state to visit with a friend. On arriving in the town, she felt ill and was taken to the hospital. At the hospital they said she was okay and discharged her. Still not feeling well, she took a cab to another hospital in town who kept her overnight. In releasing her the next morning, she did not want to leave saying she still felt ill. The police were called and from that moment on, her life changed dramatically.

The body cam footage from the police was released and through it you can see the physical decline of the woman. Eventually she lost consciousness in the back of the police car, was taken back to the hospital, coded numerous times and was admitted to ICU. She never regained consciousness and died in the hospital. What is so appalling is the treatment she received from the police. The didn’t cause her death, per se, but they certainly didn’t help her.

I think it mostly comes down to lack of training of the police in handling a person with physical ailments and a basic civility of showing respect to her even if they are biased. It was if the police pre-judged the situation without really discovering the problem. They treated her as if she were homeless and therefore less than human. I believe if one of the officers just asked her, “Is there anyone we can call for you?” they might’ve held off a horrific situation.

And while there are a multitude of police encounters with the public every day that go according to procedure with no incidence, when they go awry, it is heartbreaking. For the individuals involved and for all of us as humanity. It becomes a chipping away at the common decency that we should try to uphold: treating others as we would like to be treated. All of us can chip away at common decency through our uncivil actions, but when the actions come from a position of authority, it is more of an erosion.

Yet, I need not be too quick to point any fingers. As the adage goes, pointing a finger at someone, creates three fingers pointed back at yourself. I think of my thought processes when I see someone on the street or someone in distress or even witnessing those encountering police. Do I see them as someone’s child? Parent? Sibling? Do I pre-judge before I even encounter them? Do I not want to be bothered to step out of my routine to help another? Had I witnessed what our contractor’s mother experienced, would I have spoken up in the middle of an encounter seemingly going wrong? Do I take time to discover someone’s story?

What about you? How are you with all the news stories of police encounters? Outraged? Troubled? Numbed? Apathetic?

What can we, the public do about this? Demand reform? Ask for more training? Think it is someone else’s problem? While I am focusing on the police’s response, there are many questions throughout this whole incidence that poses questions about responsibility: What about the hospital? What about the family? What about the assisted living facility that released her? What about the airport and the policies to assist those who need it? What about the individual herself?

In the alumni magazine for my husband’s alma mater, there was an article highlighting a woman who is using her acting and theatric training to help the police train and roll play the type of situation that our contractor’s mother was in. http://www.twopenny.org/home.html. While it is just a drop in the bucket of a complicated problem, it is a start.

Our contractor has said to us that they just want to see processes and procedures change. I get it. Sometimes we cannot do anything about the current situation- as another adage goes, “it is what it is.” But we can try and make changes so that someone else does not have to go through the same heartbreak- willing to look past our own pain to insist on change for the sake of others and the social order. Perhaps that should also be part of the definition of civility.

Just Right Moments

Am I the only one who feels like she is treading water? Bicycling my legs and pushing myself up through the water for a brief gulp of air only to find myself sinking down and needing to continue the process. The demands of schedule and responsibilities feel like water rising above my head- the moments fraught with anxiety and fears of expending a lot of energy.

The last couple of days, I feel that I have no wiggle room in my life- room for large crisis or small interruptions. Without that wiggle room I am edgy and annoyed. My usual pleasant demeanor becomes morphed into a state of irritability. Not how I want to live my life.

Do most people live with margins in their lives? You know, the type of buffers that allow for a day to go smoothly: running a timed errand but able to chat with the elderly neighbor, a functioning car, relatively healthy family members, no pay-check-to-pay-check worries. Or are they so stressed that there is no down time or any time in case something in their tightly woven lives becomes unravelled.

I am not talking about the circumstances that happen regardless of preparation or planning- circumstances, accidents, situations that pull the rug under our feet and are generally controlled by other people and totally out of our control.

I am talking about how we spend and plan our days, how we can control for some “disasters” and how we can give ourselves some breathing room.

Not only have I not felt any breathing room lately but I have noticed it among our workmen. Pretty much, every one of the workmen who has come to our house has had some type of story, tragedy, recklessness, life change, or day-to-day problem occur. While the issues get resolved, it does impact their completion of work. And while it is also understanding that “this is life”, I wonder how many of us are living without any wiggle room or margins in our lives which then in turn impacts our day to day functioning? How much do I give myself for wiggle room?

At the library book club we are reading Julia Alvarez- In the Time of Butterflies. I had read it years ago when it first came out. At that time I had trouble getting into it and so I cannot remember the thrust of the story line. But this time I have been moving along with it and have enjoyed it. There is one scene in the beginning where an American reporter is making plans to speak with the surviving sister of the tragedy (which enfolds throughout the book). The American asks for a specific time for the meeting. The interviewee who is living in Dominican Republic thinks, “Oh yes. The gringos need a time. But there isn’t a clock time for this kind of just-right moment.”

While I am too much a product of time, schedules, planning, etc, I do see the value in not being so beholden to the clock. To allow for the “just-right moments”. Our dear friend Jim lived in
”just-right moments”. He seemed to balance spending time with others and getting things accomplished. When one was with him, one never felt rushed in the conversation or that Jim had something else to do. The time spent was important.

I was reminded of this type of balance at our last small group meeting. One of our members was explaining the encounter he had with some folks he knew but not well. He had to deliver an item to them and planned to spend some time talking with them if need be. He said that he had a lovely long visit and really got to know them better. Of course, he added, he has the luxury of time now that he is retired.

Made me think- do we really have to wait until we are retired to plan our days and time so that we do not feel rushed? I know that when I feel rushed- and mostly it is a self-imposed deadline- I feel frustrated when I get “held up” with unforeseen circumstances. I feel agitated at others who are “in my way”. It is in the rushing that I feel like I am treading water.

What about you? Do you have margin in your life? With your schedule? In your finances? With your emotional bandwidth?

I have realized that for me, having an organized, relatively clutter-free surrounding provides some margins: I am not spending time retracing my steps for keys, tools for a project, or any other type of object. As the physical items are “under control”, I am able to handle other types of situations and not feel pushed to the edge. It is a daily process, yet I am trying to live into those “just right moments”.

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Exciting News- Just received my copy of Signs & Wonders.

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Funda

Would you describe learning as fun? Recently I heard of a storytelling program that is called Funda-using the Swahili word for learning. The founder explained that it is through storytelling that our earliest ancestors learned about their surroundings, backgrounds and beliefs. She likes the word because “fun” is a part of its spelling. And shouldn’t learning be fun?

I was one of those kids who enjoyed school and learning new things. Still do. For me, learning something new is part of an ideal day. But learning takes many shapes and experiences, not all having to be in a formalized school setting. Once, in one of my snippy teenage quips to my mother, I told her, “I am not going to school today. School is getting in the way of my education.” I cringe now when I think how I spoke to my mother but my sentiment was that, at the time, the competition in my high school was driving me crazy and I needed a mental health day (not that I knew what that was at the time.)

There is knowledge from reading. From watching. From hearing. From questioning. From experiments. We learn from experience, we learn from others and we learn from “being taught” in the traditional school model.

It is hard to get back in the learning mode once one has left the “formal” school model yet we all can be and should be life-long learners. We have dear friends who are the epitome of life-long learners. For years, their travels involved learning all they could about the visiting destination even the most obscure detail. Their thorough preparation increased the enjoyment of their experiences.

Sadly, when our son tried that method with me, it did not go well. On our trip to Austria, our son, who had studied there, had very kindly printed out a history of the Hapsburgs. It was a large tome, neatly clipped in a binder all ready for reading. He gave it to me with plenty of time to read before the trip, but with one arrangement or another, I did not have time to look at it. I thought I could peruse it during the flight over, but I pretty much slept during the trip and quite frankly, the info was dry as toast. Upon arriving and visiting some of the historic sites, I asked a question. “Didn’t you read the book?” my son asked. He was quite exasperated. “I didn’t know we were having a quiz!” was my response.

For me, reading has always been one of the ways I learn new things. However I am finding that lately I engage in short bursts of information- whether that is written or through video. I wonder if my shortened attention span has become learned behavior due to social media? Losing focus as I age? Or just out of practice and habit?

What about you? When was the last time you had fun learning? Ever? Have you ever wanted to learn something just for the learning process? What would you like to know? How can you go about it?

Many years ago I read a book in which the author would describe, “creative excursions”: little trips that expand our minds. Perhaps like my life-long learner friends, we all should practice going on creative excursions: daily informational sessions that help us grow. Perhaps we should have our daily “funda”.

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Here are some ideas for learning:

• Local art museums- many times they offer free lectures (on site) or videos through their websites.

• Enroll in Masterclass ($) (masterclass.com) or other “masterclass” type paid video content.

• youtube offers a plethora of informational videos: TedTalks; language videos; how-to videos; most college/university have uploaded some courses.

• Recently I discovered: jeanneoliver.com (creative collective- free and $ classes).

• Local community colleges, recreational centers- offer various courses (in-person and online).

• Local library- besides books, many offer classes or workshops.

• Trade a skill with a friend- do you know how to do something? Your friend knows something else? Teach each other.

• Ask questions: If you see someone doing something that is interesting or know that the individual has a specific skill or knowledge- ask them questions about it.

• Engage a friend to join you on your learning quest.

Smile

The other morning I was painting some molding for our basement remodel and was listening to some music. The song, “Smile” came on and perhaps for the first time in all the years that I have heard it, I listened to the words.

In some ways, it has a universal truth: smile even when you do not feel like it. Of course, that doesn’t mean to submerge your feelings. When we are at rock bottom- whatever the cause- we might not be physically, emotionally or spiritually able. But, I would contend that some times we are just being ornery- we want what we want and we want to be annoyed, angry or upset. We just like living in that pit.

I know that I sometimes feel that I just want to stay annoyed and mad at the world, and so I go about my day with a scowl on my face. I get so caught up in my own concerns, ruminating over the seemingly unfairness of life that I forget to smile.

In our old location, it was easy to go about with a scowl on one’s face. It seemed that many people I passed did. When I would smile and say hello, most generally I would not receive any response. Just a head down and a quick walk away. After receiving that type of response, it was easier to not even try.

These last couple of years with our masks and face coverings have brought home to me one of the many things that we lacked due to Covid: smiling and responding in kind. Sure, you can see the crinkly eyes above the mask, but it is not the same as seeing the upward curvature of lips, white teeth and perhaps a dimple or two. It is a joy to see a whole person. In person.

In our new place, I have yet to find too many taciturn New Englanders. Most are ready with a smile and hello. Not all. There is a curmudgeonly receptionist at one of the building centers with whom I have had to interact. Not exactly unpleasant. But not pleasant. Of course, this isn’t a scientific study with controlled variables. Since moving up here I am practicing smiling and greeting with most everyone I meet. And I usually receive a response back. Sometimes it is a lovely little chat or some interesting information about the area. Almost every encounter makes me feel good.

I think smiling makes us approachable. It draws one another into community. I think people notice people who smile, which in turn gives the smiler confidence. It also gives the one who receives the smile, confidence: both individuals are noticed. Isn’t that the beginning of community- seeing each other. Of course, the skeptics could say by smiling at all sorts of people, one can attract all sorts of people and maybe not the type one wants? But I think it is worth the risk.

The other day I was coming out of a store and an older looking Asian gentleman was walking in. I smiled and said hello. He stopped. Smiled. Proceeded on his way and then turned, in halting English and said, “Miss (that word alone was worth the smile!), do you know where Alton Avenue is?” And so I engaged with him, trying to find the address on my phone and to give him directions via words and gesticulations.

Of course, I will never know what happened after he left the parking lot. Hopefully he got to his destination. Still, those encounters are the filaments that connect each of us. It may seem small and insignificant like a single embroidery thread, but when we interweave our threads, we have a stronger community tie and a much richer tapestry.

What about you? Are you a smiler? Do you speak to people when you are out? To the grocery checker? The waitstaff? The neighbor you pass on the street? The homeless person sitting at the corner? Your family member or roommate?

I am going to try a 30 Day Challenge: To smile at those I pass during my day to day activities and invite you to do the same. It will be interesting to see what is the reaction and how the smiling changes or doesn’t change the outcomes of our day.

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Benefits of smiling:

• Live longer

• Relieves stress

• Elevates mood

• Is contagious

• Boosts immune system

• May lower blood pressure

• Reduces pain

• Makes you attractive

• Suggests success- confident

• Helps you stay positive

  https://online.uwa.edu/news/benefits-of-smiling-and-laughter/

  https://www.hopkinsallchildrens.org/Patients-Families/Health-Library/HealthDocNew/Good-Reasons-to-Smile

  https://www.hopkinsallchildrens.org/Patients-Families/Health-Library/HealthDocNew/Good-Reasons-to-Smile

Happy Accident

When our family gets together we have odd discussions. Although, the more I live, the more I realize that every family has odd discussions in their own way. It’s a slight different variation of Tolstoy’s idea of happy and unhappy families, yet the point is that the way families interact are sometimes similar.

Over the holidays we were all enjoying a delicious cheesecake made by our son. As we ate, we started wondering-what exactly is cream cheese? Which then led to a discussion of how does one make any type of cheese? Which generated a discussion of rennet and what the heck was that? [Rennet: curdled milk from the stomach of an unweaned cow. It contains multiple enzymes which aid in the process of curdling the casein (main protein) in milk.]

As we all remarked and wondered- how did this first happen? Who “discovered” the process and more perplexing- who was brave enough to eat it? Perhaps many, many years ago in slaughtering a young cow, it was noticed that part of its stomach (there are four stomachs and this “rennet” is found in the third chamber) had a “curdled” type of milk? Or did some of the contents accidentally drop into a bucket of milk and then it was noticed that the consistency changed? Was it just by accident that the curdling and rennet were discovered? Certainly that discovery has changed the way people eat.

So many processes, inventions or ideas that were happy “accidents”: fluky things that happened which totally changed an outcome. Or what was originally planned was not the final outcome. New ideas developing from planned ideas not going quite as planned. It reminds me to not hold too tightly my plans, ideas or schedules.

A new year always brings about a demarcation: time to think of what went on in the past year and what ideas or plans for the future one. New Year’s is a time to reflect on those things: what to discard or to keep and what ideas or thoughts to investigate in the coming year. Many people like the one word idea of “resolutions”: one word to describe either how they will behave, think or react in the new year. The cream cheese makes me think of two words: happy accident.

I am reminded that if we look for it, we can discover new possibilities. I know that it is so easy for me to be so focused on what I have planned and ensuring that things go according to plan that I can miss seeing the beauty of something new and different.

Certainly with this ongoing house remodeling I have been a witness to many a happy accident. Much of the project has not gone according to plan. But, when all is said and done (and we hope that will occur before next new year!) what will be accomplished is more (and better) than we originally planned. I am always reminded of a dear friend who said many times the projects that she was involved in would have some type of snafu. But, the remodeled-change-in plans was almost always better than what was imagined.

What about you? Have you ever stumbled upon something that was better than originally planned? Or you discovered something completely unintentionally?

So for this coming year, I am re-thinking the planning mode in my new year’s goal. Trying to be a little less anxious over controlling outcomes and more present and aware of each day as it unfolds. Whatever will happen, will happen and to let it be.

For who knows what happy accident is just around the corner?

400 Hundred Years of Waiting

I have a confession to make: I am an extremely impatient person. When I get an idea, thought or project in my head, I am like a dog with a bone- holding on to that idea until I can do something with it. As a friend once said to me, “you don’t let grass grow under your feet.” Some of that “get it done” mentality was learned during my years nursing. In caring for others, if I thought of something to do and had the time, then I had do it because that time would not come around again. For me, once I have an idea I am ready to work on it and then finish that idea, thought or project in order to move on to something else.

Lately, the problem I am having is that I have had to wait on others, namely the workmen to complete their work, in order for me to begin my various home projects. But in waiting for others to do something, I really cannot have that impatient “just do it, darn it” mentality towards them or at least to expect them to have my similar mentality. I need to have a little more grace and patience.

And so I am finding myself trying to patiently wait. And that is really difficult. I find myself struggling each day to not massively complain. The disarray of our home continues and if possible, has become even more jumbled. Just when we thought we had some type of organizational “system”, some new problem has been discovered or items, like the kitchen cabinets will arrive and we have to push more things aside and on top of each other. In the words of the Christmas story, “there is no room in the inn.”

In the preparation and waiting time that is called Advent, I have been thinking about the Israelites and the waiting that they had to do over the many, many years. In fact, there is about four hundred years between the Old and New Testament when nothing is recorded. Four hundred years of silence and seemingly inaction from God. Talk about waiting!

You wonder-how did they handle the wait? Tell stories of the past? Plan out scenarios for the future? Massively complain? Where are You, God? How long are we to wait until we hear from you? How long before the Messiah comes?

God is the maker of sound and silence. As noted in Ecclesiastes (3:7): there is time to keep silent and a time to speak. In the past, God had spoken to His people through multiple prophets about returning back to communion with Him, yet the people remained stubborn in their own ways. It was now time to keep silent. Similarly, there are times when we can say only so much to our family, friends and loved ones. We may have cajoled, threatened, bargained or pleaded but eventually we just need to keep silent and let the consequences or things happen as they do.

All we can do during that interim waiting period is pray, hope and love.

I guess during my waiting time- which is by far NOT at all 400 years or at least I hope it won’t be!- I need to learn the lessons of patience. I am trying to be understanding when unforeseen things happen to either our workmen and their families. To pray for them and for their safety. To know when to be silent and when to speak.

It is good practice for me to hand over control of these uncontrollable situations. As I am learning more and more, we really have no control in life. The only thing we can control is how we handle the situations- our responses and attitudes. For me, I am struggling to handle my present situation through prayer, hope and love. I know that the more I practice these types of responses, the better I will be in handling future uncontrollable situations for myself and for family.

The thing is- the waiting time will end. For the Israelites, God did not remain silent. Nor does He remain silent to us. When Jesus was born, He fulfilled hundreds of years of prophecy. His birth, life, death and resurrection were all part of God’s rescue story for both His “people”- the Israelites, and also for us.

The beauty of Christmas is that is a yearly reminder, lest we have forgotten, that God IS with us- Emmanuel. The waiting time is over. God has spoken. We can look forward to the new life (and new projects) that God has in store for us. Merry Christmas.

While I was shopping for some holiday decor, I noticed the following display on the wall:

Oh the irony. Made me laugh but also made me think based on our Christmas consumerism (just seeing the long lines in the store) that we do believe that Christmas is what we can purchase.

It always amazes me that every year there are more and more items for sale for Christmas and those items are offered earlier and earlier. Seems to me, what most of the commercial items are representing are memories: you too can have the smiley, polished, beautiful family gathering if you give this game or toy to your children or surprise your loved one with some jewelry or decorate your house as if it were a Hollywood set design and gather around a holiday-themed groaning board of a table.

We all long for nostalgia of some sort. But some people have no history to recall or one that they would want to repeat. More than that, I think Christmas epitomizes our need to belong. I am aware of news stories, comments from people on the street or even looking at advertisements- people want to be recognized, to be heard and to feel part of the group.

I know that I feel that way in our new situation. It is nice to be seen and known. I was gobsmacked when walking on a different street from where we live, our letter carrier called me by name shortly after we had moved in. I had only met him once and I would’ve thought that seeing me out of context, my name would’ve been out of his mind. I had a similar experience when the town librarian called me by name after only meeting her once. (Maybe remembering people’s names is not as unusual as I think. Maybe it is only I who has a brain sieve for name recall?)

I find it interesting that many various psychological studies and articles speak about our basic need to belong: to feel connected to others and to be known. Part of the sense of belonging is feeling that one is connected to a group or ideal bigger than oneself. In doing so, we receive the sense that we are not alone in this journey called life, that we have some purpose and a sense of unity and values with others.

It is no surprise then that the need to connect drives behavior which is something smartphone technology (and advertising) has exploited. Phones, apps and social media are compelling to the individual because they allow one to be seen, heard and considered by others. The problem is that the individual does so in a vacuum. One can tap and send off any harsh or critical epistle thinking that others will react (which they might) but overall there is a lack of graciousness and consideration in this type of belonging. Even in the technology of the “old days”, one could hang up the telephone on another. It was just a voice on the other end and therefore one didn’t really see the others’ reaction.

There is something about being together and face to face in our interactions that gives us (or should give us) pause. Looking into another’s eyes when delivering difficult news or even a disagreement softens our words and helps us extend grace towards one another. In real life, (not the feigned, drama riddled reality television or the “perfect” instagram lives) we have lost the ability to have true conversation: agreeing to disagree or sharing an alternative point of view in a safe, loving environment. When we feel that we belong and that we are accepted, we are able to do so.

This past weekend we visited and spent some time with our small group from Maryland. Our small group has been together for a long time and has shared a lot of living. One of the purposes of the group is to journey through life together: encouraging one another, learning more about God together, holding each other accountable and sharing our joys and sorrows. One of the most fascinating phenomena to me is how a group of seemingly dissimilar individuals can form a bond of belonging. These are “my people”. In some ways we don’t look like we go together: different ages, life experiences, political beliefs, lifestyle beliefs but we are all bonded through our love of God. While I knew this to be true it wasn’t until we were driving back home, I realized that the group is truly family: a safe place where we only want the absolute God’s best for each other. It is the briefest glimpse of heaven on earth- the time when humankind is reconciled to God and to each other.

One of my dearest friends gave me a book for my birthday, “Start with Hello”, by Shannon Martin. I am looking forward to reading it.

From the back excerpt: A simple path to a more deeply connected life. You want more. You want to belong to a community that looks out for each other. You believe in your bones we don’t have to live detached, distracted and divided. The question is, How? Shannon Martin invites you into deeper connection through simple resets.

While some of the suggestions are familiar, the book will be helpful to me in meeting people in our new situation. In some ways, it is easier for us to greet and meet people- we have the excuse of just arriving in our neighborhood. It would be rather awkward when one is established to go back and reintroduce oneself. “Excuse me, I have lived next to you for twenty years and I still do not know your name.” (which, sadly would be my case if we were still in our old neighborhood.)

May this Advent season be a time when we practice our “hellos”. May we cultivate a sense of belonging with the people we meet: to let others know that they are not alone, that we hear each them and that we want God’s best for them. And that doesn’t come from any store.

Turkey Day

While you might think Turkey Day aka Thanksgiving is on the fourth Thursday of November, in our household turkey day seems to be everyday.

In the last couple of years, the wild turkeys in our area of Cape Cod have increased like crazy. While it is fascinating to watch them waddle across the road with the “kids” in tow, recently they have become a nuisance to our home. *

Our little home is situated on Oak Street- aptly named due to the numerous oak trees throughout. We have quite a lot of them on our property. Apparently, turkeys LOVE acorns. They provide much needed nutrients for them. Unfortunately, all this eating has certain biological consequences.

The turkeys are very civilized. Not only do they like to eat and graze like normal foraging animals, but they seemingly also like to congregate, sit down and share a meal together as evident by the biological consequences on our deck! Not only did they mess the deck, but left evidence of their presence on every chair and table. With all the nautical themes on the Cape, we officially have a poop deck.

When we first discovered the detritus from their meal, we had arrived at our cottage for the weekend. Needless to say we were not planning on spending the entire time cleaning and disinfecting the deck. Once cleaned, we researched online for ways to discourage them and prevent from happening again, so we set up a very noisy distraction- a line tied with ribbons and clanging aluminum lids. It certainly would be a distraction for us humans as loud as it was.

Alas, on returning the following weekend to our cottage it appeared that the turkey preventer system did not work. In fact, it looked like it might have even attracted more of a crowd! As I grumbled and complained about the mess the birds had made, I looked up to see if there was anything else we could do. “Shoot them” our one son jokingly advised.

It appears that turkeys have a voracious appetite for ticks. So, while I am not a fan of their using our deck for their acorn orgies, I am grateful for their clearing the yard of ticks. I also like the way they aerate the lawn during their foraging sessions.

They have been a reminder to me that problems and life are not so binary- yes/no; on/off; black/white but rather a yes/and. Most times in life, one doesn’t experience absolute problems or absolute solutions. Rather, problems can be seen as yes, the birds have caused a major problem on our deck and furniture and they also remove the ticks from our yard. Many times situations in life are like that- there is some type of benefit even with a problem.

What about you? Have you ever had a situation that seemed to be the worst but discovering that it is not as bad as thought? What were the benefits, if any?

The apostle Paul reminds us to give thanks in everything. (1 Thessalonians 5:18) Sometimes we do not want to- there is too much poop on the deck to find the blessing. But there is something good out of our turkey visits- a decrease in ticks. I was reading a commentary on the 1 Thessalonians verse. Interestingly that the verse uses the little word, “in” as “in everything give thanks”. It doesn’t say “for” everything.

I am sure you would agree it would be very difficult to say, thank you for cancer. That would be too Pollyanna-ish. Rather we can give thanks that while we are in a difficult situation, God is with us in the middle and the muck. We can view the situation and find things for which to be grateful even if the solution of the situation seems unattainable. I do believe God works for good it is just that we might not see it- yet.

So, yes, we have a poop deck and we have a tick-free lawn.

• Fun-facts: A group of turkeys are called rafter, crop, dole, gang, posse, raffle. Adolescents are called jakes, the tender young (under 4 weeks) are called poults, females called hens and males, toms.

Debridement

Debridement: the removal of damaged tissue or foreign objects from a wound. There are four types of debridement that can occur: surgical, biological, enzymatic, autolytic. While there are different methods, the idea is the same: remove the damage in order to foster growth of healthy tissue.

I like to say the basement debridement for our home remodeling has begun.

Actually it is a demolition but it feels like to me a debridement of a house wound.

One wall- cemented and dry lok (ed-verb?)

While the house is solid and firm (So says our contractor- repeatedly to reassure me, I think. Hope he is not protesting too much) there are some issues that need to be addressed: termites (Yikes! But they have been killed and treated.), some cracks in the foundation (good ole sealing hydraulic cement), old wood, wiring and leaky plumbing (removed and fixed). Almost all of the problems were not and could not be seen on inspection- tucked behind old walls and ceilings. Issues that, giving the previous owners the benefit of doubt, were unforeseen to them as well.

As our contractor began removing the old walls and ceiling and discovering the problem, it reminded me of treating infected wounds: remove the bandage, assess the problem, clean out the infection and then provide optimal healing with treatment and medication. Once conditions are optimal- the new cells form and skin looks good as new. It is amazing. Miraculous in fact that our body heals the way it does. However, if a wound remains untreated and infected, irreversible damage may occur- loss of limb, permanent bodily disfunction and even death.

Our home is undergoing the removal of conditions that over time would eventually harm it if left as is. If we did not do anything now, in a decade or so (maybe sooner?), we could see sagging floors, water damage, mold, mildew, to eventually a house collapse. Our contractor is providing optimal conditions (removing and repairing) in order to install new items (wiring, plumbing, walls) for practical usage of the space. Once he has gotten things “cleaned out”, we will be undertaking the fun project of designing what we want down there: our plan is a guest suite (bath, bedroom, sitting area) in addition to our work area.

I have been thinking about how our lives can be like that: we carry on for years, decades even with non-optimal conditions, many times completely unaware. We engage in physical, emotional, or spiritual behaviors that are working against the structure and foundation of our beings. We need to pull off the bandage (as it were), assess, debride, and engage in fostering renewal. We need to remove and clean out so that the basic foundation is solid and ready for new growth, new experiences, or new health.

Of course, we can think of the “diseased” conditions that definitely need debridement: drug, alcohol, or sex addictions. Conditions that will lead to death. But we may also need debridement in other areas. Just because we ate or drank the same things decades ago, doesn’t mean that they are good for us now. Similarly, activities that we once did may no longer be beneficial to us. Even spiritual practices need some reassessment: a new way to pray or a new look at Scriptures.

Jesus loved to give examples and stories in His teaching. Many times He used the agricultural culture in which He lived as an example. In John 15, He talks about the pruning of a plant to help in its growth. The vinedresser (the expert gardener in a vineyard) knows what parts of the vine to cut away so that good fruit is produced. Similarly, Jesus prunes us- removes the things which are sucking our growth- in order that we may spiritually grow healthy and strong.

But Jesus doesn’t just leave us as a hacked up plant (at least that is what my plants look like when I attempt to prune). He knows exactly what needs to be removed for our benefit. But He doesn’t just leave us there. He provides the nutrients and resources that we need. We only have to ask and to let Him.

In going forward, we only need to continue the relationship (abide with Him). Part of the relationship is allowing to be transformed by the renewal of our minds: to think on those things that are lovely, good, pure, true, and noble which help us build healthy “tissue”.

What about you? Undertaking any projects lately? For you home or self? Physical, emotional or spiritual? How did it begin? Do you have a “wound” that needs to be “debrided and cleaned”? Have you taken an assessment of life lately? Inspect behind the walls and ceilings? Do you need a life contractor or situational pruning?

Sometimes it takes someone else to help us assess what is going on in our lives. You might want to take some time to think about how life is going for you- do you feel anxious, tired, upset? Maybe talk to a trusted friend or family member. Below are different resources I found online that have different questions to ponder:

Spiritual Inventory:

• https://www.caregiverslibrary.org/Caregivers-Resources/GRP-End-of-Life-Issues/Taking-A-Spiritual-Inventory-Article

• https://influencemagazine.com/en/Practice/Taking-Spiritual-Inventory

• https://biblical-christianity.com/spiritual-inventory-checklist

• https://www.thenivbible.com/blog/8-point-spiritual-growth-inventory/

Emotional Inventory:

• https://abphd.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Emotional-Recovery-Inventory-Form-2014-PDF.pdf

• http://csefel.vanderbilt.edu/modules/module1/handout4.pdf (geared for students but could be applied to adults)

Physical Inventory:

• https://www.heart.org/en/healthy-living/fitness/fitness-basics/aha-recs-for-physical-activity-infographic

• Visit your Primary Care Physician for a physical, get your annual screenings, dental check-ups: whatever that might have been delayed from Covid.

The thing about debridement, demolition and pruning- it produces a clean, new area in which to grow and build. Definitely worth the process.

Swaying Palms

Much has been written about palm trees and their symbol of resilience. Palms trees are quite flexible- bending to 40-50 degrees. When heavy winds blow, the palms just go with it. Recently it was reported that the palms in Fort Myers Florida survived Hurricane Ian. Not only did they survive but in some ways the winds helped them thrive, for the heavy winds prune and shape the palms by having blowing off many of its dead fronds.

One of the reasons palms can withstand the gales, is that they do not have branches which can get in the way with wind. I think of our New England oak trees and the branches that have been easily pulled down by heavy winds. Most times the main trunk of the oaks stand firm, but occasionally some of the heavier branches can easily fell the tree, causing a right old mess. But the oaks are quite strong, good for building.

Another attribute of the palms is that they do not have large-diameter singular roots, rather a many smaller-diameter dense root system which spreads out among the sandy soils. This helps the palms stay planted on the ground. In a sense, their roots are like a multi-four point cane rather than one-tipped cane.

In general I am not been a big fan of tropical botany. I like the wild cottage gardens of England and more northern climes. But in reading about the resiliency of the palm tree and the way various tropical plants have developed to withstand the onslaught of extreme weather (monsoons, hurricanes, typhoons, to name a few) I am once again in awe of God’s design.

God made just the right tree to be in that tropical situation. Just like the oak is suited for our climate. It reminds me that there is such beauty and diversity in God’s creation, for each created thing has its special design. Sure, there are similarities among species and even natural design. Why wouldn’t God, in a sense, “reuse” a pattern or process. Apparently the palm is really more related to grasses than to trees (Another reason it can withstand the winds- the cross section of a trunk looks more like a collection of wires instead of rings. Makes me think of the pencil analogy that I wrote about the other week.)

Once again, God’s ways are a paradox: we are each uniquely created by Him and known individually by Him, yet there are many similarities and commonalities among us. We are both similar and different to one another. Perhaps that dichotomy is part of God’s design. By sharing our differences with each other, it helps us learn to adapt and be resilient. Just like the lessons learned from the palm tree:

1) Learn to bend and be flexible. Not only is that a good principle for our physical beings but it is important for our mental health as well. In psychology they call it cognitive flexibility- the brains ability to adapt to new, changing or unplanned events. It makes sense that those who can adapt to those unforeseen circumstances can manage the change better. I think of the first time that I attempted to ski- I was so tense and trying to control every movement down the slope that I ended up falling most of the time and had a horrible day. It was when I finally traversed back and forth down the slope, going along with the ride, not tensing if I seemed to be “slipping” that I finally skied down the mountain and actually enjoyed it.

2) Don’t hold on to branches. One thing that helps the tall palms withstand the wind onslaught is that they do not have spindly branches that can “catch” the wind and so cause them to topple. Because we have had to move all our possessions recently, I have been thinking and doing a bit of reorganizing, removing and ridding ourselves of all this “stuff”. There are a couple of items that as I unpack I think to myself, “Really? You had them move that?” I feel I should apologize to a long ago friend who, when a group of us moved him to a new place, had us move his recycling. There were some of us who grumbled about that. Now finding paper products, such as coffee cups and plates amidst our boxes made me think that I was not too far away from this friend’s mentality- although in my defense, our paper products were unused.

3) Shed those things that are finished. When conditions aren’t good for the palm, it will shed its branches. They are the botanical Goldilocks: too much water- brown fronds, too little water- brown fronds. Just enough- green, healthy fronds. Once a frond turns brown it is dead and is not providing any nutrients to the plant. The best thing to do is to remove them. Hurricanes and high winds are good for the palms as it naturally pulls off the unhealthy parts. I have been thinking about activities and my time. What things that I am currently doing that are not serving me in what I need to accomplish? Are there activities that, while once fine for my situation, are no longer necessary? Do I need to prune them out of my day?

What about you? How are you with bending and swaying when life is swirling around you? Are you holding on to something that is most likely going to break off? What have you learned from others? From nature? From adversity? From others’ adversity? Can you “go with the flow”? Sway along with the storm?

As I am writing this post, our contractor is starting the demoing of our basement. While we know the house is over 100 years old and have expected to find unforeseen problems, the discovery of wet, rotted wood and consequently termites has thrown me for a loop. I have had to remind myself of the swaying palms!

3 Strands

Now that we are ensconced at our new home, I’ve been wrestling with empty cardboard moving boxes. I’ll empty a couple of boxes a day, but it seems as if the boxes multiply. Once I get the empty ones under control, I’ll look at the broken down discarded boxes ready to be recycled and think, “Oh good. I’m making progress.” Then I return to where we have our stacked full boxes and feel an incredible let-down since there are seemingly just as many filled boxes as before.

Breaking down the boxes so that they can be recycled takes some time. The wardrobe boxes and some of the dish/plate ones are quite thick cardboard and difficult to fold. In time, if they get wet they are a little easier to manage but there is no way I can fold into a compact bundle. They are just too thick.

As I am wrestling to try and fold the cardboard, it makes me think of Ecclesiastes 4: 12, “though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.” The multi-layers of cardboard are difficult to maneuver and manipulate.

I remember some type of kids’ science experiment about taking a pencil in hand. You can break one pencil in half. It is not too difficult. But if you have a bundle of pencils and tried to break that bundle in one go it is very difficult. Either the bundle needs to be separated into single sticks or you need something more powerful like a saw.

It makes me think of community. A community that is bound together is difficult to defeat. I am amazed at the sheer courage, resilience and hutzpah of the Ukrainians. They are bound together in a common cause of sovereignty.

I think of the communities formed through the openness and honesty of addiction support groups. The bonds among those in attendance are strong.

We need people around us to keep us together: to support one another when there are situations or problems that can seem to break us, to encourage us when we are despondent, to celebrate with us when we are euphoric and to hold us accountable to a higher standard as we journey along in life. Contrary to some beliefs, we do become better people when we live in community. We are healthier and happier.

Studies have concluded that we can live longer (our mortality rate can be cut in half), can double our chance of recovery from depression and even might help us fight the common cold (4.2 times less likely to succumb) when we have a network of friends. Retired evolutionary psychologist, Dr. Dunbar of Oxford University discovered that the biggest predictor of a primate’s brain size was the magnitude of its social interaction.

While I may lean more to the introverted side, I do recognize my need for friendship and community. The dear ladies of my Tuesday night Bible study encourage me each week. Just their presence encourages me to be a better person. I complete my study because I don’t want to let them down. I hear how they live their lives and learn how to adapt some of their principles, strategies and actions to similar situations that I may face. By the sharing of their experiences, I am blessed.

When I think of them, I think of the accountability created by seeing them. Not so much as a scare tactic or negative peer pressure, but more of accountability partners: we are called to encourage one another to become more and more like Christ- to improve the way we live and respond on this life journey.

In the age of “unfriending” it is easy to dismiss a friend because of a difference of opinion. But when we hang on together, even through disagreements, we can be rewarded with longevity in our friendships. How blessed are we when we have life-long friends- people who have seen us “when”, who don’t judge (since we have seen them “when”) and still love us.

What about you? Are you in community? Are they your friends? Do you have a multi-strand bundle of folks who keep you whole?

I think that the lessons learned in being a friend can help society in learning to be a community. For what is a community but a collection of people brought together- whether that is from ideology, geography, ethnicity, interests, beliefs. As all psychology has discovered, our relationships begin at home and venture out like ripples in a pond. I think when we develop friendships and stick with them, we learn that others can enrich our lives. So too, when we reach out beyond the individual friendships and develop bonds with those in our community our lives are enriched.

You are Someone's Destiny

“…unexpected people can find things that have always been in front of us but once they show them to us, they change the way we look at the world around us forever.”

Tom Mustill.

I heard the following quote during an interview with biologist-turned-nature-documentarian, Tom Mustill on NPR’s The Pulse. * He was telling the story of the Dutch tradesman Antony van Leeuwenhoek (1632-1723) who, though he had no fortune or university training, discovered bacteria and discovered the world of microbiology. The resources van Leeuwenhoek did have were curiosity and the desire to tell others of what he found: “. . . my work, which I've done for a long time, was not pursued in order to gain the praise I now enjoy, but chiefly from a craving after knowledge, which I notice resides in me more than in most other men. And therewithal, whenever I found out anything remarkable, I have thought it my duty to put down my discovery on paper, so that all ingenious people might be informed thereof.” Antony van Leeuwenhoek. Letter of June 12, 1716.*

Knowing that there were living organisms in pond water, changed the definition of what was life and how life originated (no longer did small organisms, like fleas just spontaneously spring forth). I think of how microbiology changed the course of water management, diseases, disease management and even today’s understanding of DNA and nanotechnology.

I have thought about how true the quote is, both in global ways but also in our regular, ordinary ways- How those around us can inadvertently change our views. In our family of origin, we first view the world through the lens of our parents and immediate family. It is as we become our own person, that we experience or hear others’ thoughts: neighbors, teachers, peers, co-workers. Their testimony to what they know shapes and challenges our understanding. I think of a dear tennis friend who, in our discussions of race, helped me come to a more open understanding of the way I see the world. (While I think no one is ordinary), my friend, an ordinary person, has changed my outlook. As with all ideas, once expressed and latched onto, it is hard to reverse one’s thoughts to a time before knowing.

At Sunday’s church service, the sermon was entitled, “You are Someone’s Destiny”. The thought that we do have influence over other people, certainly by what we say and do. Unless you live on a deserted island with no one around, we live in community. Even if we live alone, we are rubbing shoulders with someone- the delivery person, the cashier, or the telephone tech support person. While some might have a larger community base than others, we still interact with people. That interaction, whether we recognize it or not influences our thoughts.

In the introduction of a journal article for the American Psychological Society, Brain Basis of Human Social Interaction, the researchers note: “In the African Bantu language, the word ubuntu means that a person becomes a person only through other people (interview of Desmond Tutu, New Scientist, April 2006). Neuroscientists do agree: humans and their brains and minds are shaped, and normally function, in continuous interaction with other people.” *

In the Christian tradition- we are called to be someone’s destiny through our testimony- telling how God has worked in our lives- how we lived and thought before we were conscious of God and how He is currently working: namely, that with God our lives have been changed for the better. Without God our lives are dead- stagnate, no change, heading on a course of self-destruction. Of course, the rub has been the definition of “for the better” because just because one has had one’s life changed with God, doesn’t mean life is now without problems or struggles. In fact, there might be even more so. The difference is that the one who trusts in God and His control over one’s life, does have a different way of viewing and reacting to that struggle. Most times, it is in the telling of that struggle that helps the listener view the world and our response. Many times remembering the past and God’s intervention, helps, blesses and changes the way we see the present and the future.

What about you? Has anyone influenced you through his/her story? Have you ever been exposed to new ideas? What were they? How did that (or did it) impact you and your future?

It is in the sharing of our lives and our stories that can impact how another person will react or behave in a likewise situation: their lives and subsequent response to life’s journey may be changed forever.

Read/listen to the following articles: *https://www.npr.org/podcasts/381443461/the-pulse *https://ucmp.berkeley.edu/history/leeuwenhoek.html [Having re-read the quote by Leeuwenhoek, it does strike me that, either he was a very humble but self-assured man or he was insufferable- one big know-it-all and had to tell everyone about it!]. *https://journals.physiology.org/doi/full/10.1152/physrev.00041.2007

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News:

While I cannot say that I am completely back from our move (still have many projects yet ahead), I am planning to return to some type of schedule. On that note, I will be returning to Wednesdays at the Well- posting the 1st and 3rd Wednesdays of the month. Please sign up to receive notification in your email or try to remember to check-in @ www.wellofencouragement.com.

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Guideposts is also coming out with some new thematic books of which some of my stories have been included. Will keep you posted when they are published.

What would you do with....?

$604,800.

What would you do if you received that amount of money in your checking account every week? The caveat is that you have to use it all, each week with no carry over. The money can be spent or given away. It cannot be saved or squirreled away.

Recently I heard this question on the radio and I first wondered, “Is this a new advert for the state’s lottery?”

Then as the announcer explained, it became clear. There are 604,800 seconds in a week. Each one of us is given that time to use. If we don’t use it, we lose it.

It made me think of the story of the Israelites in the desert and their daily provision of manna. They were only to collect the amount of manna they would use in a day- no more, no less. Whatever amount each gathered, it became an omer. (“They gathered, some more, some less. But when they measured it with an omer, whoever gathered much had nothing left over, and whoever gathered little had no lack.” Exodus 16: 17,18). If they tried to hold it over to the next day, it would spoil. The only exception was for the Sabbath. They could collect double what they needed on Friday so that on Saturday they would not have to work and gather their food. That extra portion of food collected on Friday did not spoil.

Talk about a teachable moment- what a great visible example and daily lesson that the Israelites learned: trusting God to provide their needs. In leaning on Him for their sustenance, they would experience just how much God knew everything about their needs. He provided a system so that no one could “game” it: those who took too much received the same amount as those who took too little. Since it became a level playing field, the Israelites couldn’t rely on their gathering ability. They could only rely on the God who provided the meal. God knows us so intimately that He can provide just the right amount of what we need at just the right time in order for us to survive and thrive.

It makes me think that God provides us with just the right amount of time, no more, no less, each day. Each day may bring about pleasantries or troubles. Regardless, there is enough time in each day for that day and what occurs. Jesus reminds us of that when He talked about not being anxious. Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. (Matthew 6:34). There is enough to worry about each day, not to “borrow trouble” or borrow time and trouble from the future.

We have to concentrate on the day that we are given. Earlier in the passage in Matthew, Jesus talks about the natural world and its beauty. Designed by God to be beautiful, the flowers don’t worry about their appearance. Neither are we to be anxious about our life’s situations: we are to enjoy the moments and all (good and bad) that each day brings.

I like the idea of thinking that seconds are like money that cannot be stored. But not in a negative or punitive way that time and money will be taken away. Just that each day I get to start over just like each week begins the use of money from the original question. Each day I start with the bank account of seconds. I get to choose how wisely I use it. Of course, we all want to be wise with money. To see that the money is invested well. But do I invest my time well? Do I engage in activities that benefit me and others? Do I make the seconds, minutes, hours or days count? What makes a day “count”?

I also recently listened to my nephew’s latest sermon (Click here to listen) and I was struck with the idea that God created all things good. I knew that, yet I always associated purpose with that. God didn’t create all things to have only a specific purpose, although they do. He created also for beauty. “And out of the ground the Lord God made to spring up every tree that is pleasant to the sight and good for food.” (Genesis 2:9) When God created, He did rest and enjoy the creation: to enjoy the beauty of the created. I like the idea that the things God creates also produce beauty and therefore joy in our lives.

I think deep down we know that a day is worthwhile when we give it away- helping others in some shape or form: time listening or lending a helping hand. Part of the giving away is through our role as co-creators with God. We are God’s image bearers and so we are wired to create. Our purpose is to create whether we think in terms of classic “creators” - the fine arts- or how we create through our interactions and care of one another. We long to find purpose in our days and I think that is what gives meaning to those seconds.

But I am also learning that a day is worthwhile when it is enjoyed. Whether that is from observance of the natural world, the delight through human interaction or discovery of new ideas. A day is worthwhile because God has given it to us with just the right amount of time and activity for that day. No more, no less.

What about you? Do you ever think about your day and the time spent or to be spent? What would you do if you were given a large amount of money each day? How would you “use it up”? Would you purchase something of beauty? What would that be? Would you give it away?

How can you best use the time you are given? Giving it “away”? Investing in others? Enjoying the beauty of the world? Creating something beautiful? What would that be?

Once again, life is about moderation and balance. Time should be seen as gifts and graces: items we receive that we do not deserve. Our response to that gift is a choice: one of gratitude and use.

WE ARE HERE

Well, almost. My husband comes up tomorrow having lived with our one son for almost a month while he worked at the main office in Virginia and I organized the new digs here in New England.

Hard to believe that this is our home now. Seems unreal.

Actually, everything in life seems unreal. I look back and cannot believe that the world shut-down for a pandemic. I cannot believe that our parents are gone. I cannot believe that we no longer live in Maryland. As I drive to do errands around town, many of the state roads traverse over I-95. I look through the bridge fencing to the interstate below and think, “I used to drive by here all the time. Now I live here.”

This has been a journey of faith and it makes me think of the different journeys taken by those mentioned in the Bible: Abraham, Moses, Rebecca, Ruth, Mary and Joseph, Paul, Peter - to name a few. The stories tell of their triumphs and failures but are condensed into “highlight reels”. Of course they have to be condensed because if every day-to-day detail was mentioned, the Bible would be too heavy to lift. As is true of all of our lives, the majority of our time is made up of mundane, day-to-day happenings with the occasional excitement/crisis/memorable activity thrown in.

I am always intrigued by what is NOT mentioned in the Bible. Those mundane thoughts of the Hebrew people. Sure, we have the Psalms and Lamentations which mention the honest feelings of the writers, but I still want to know- how did they feel during a run-of-the-mill type day when they were tired and had so much to do?

I think of Ruth: As Ruth traveled with her mother-in-law to Judah, did she ever wonder, why didn’t I stay back in Moab? As she had to glean for their sustenance when arriving in her new homeland was she exhausted? Did she ever complain to Naomi that this was hard or wished she could speak to her sister-in-law back in Moab about the trip? With each story mentioned in the Bible, I wonder about the times when, even though they knew they were following God’s guidance, they still felt at sea?

There has been times when I have felt at sea- little hiccups along this journey. Nothing major and certainly there have been enough “fall into place” events to validate that this is exactly where God wants us. However, there are times when the spirit is willing (to believe), but the flesh is all too weak (and tired) to feel anything but despair- Why did we move? This is sooo overwhelming….

It is in times like these that I have found myself saying three things: God would not lead us here to abandon us; God is in the details; God is working (even if I do not feel/see it). I also have been having to intentionally (and literally) call out the blessings of the day as I walk the dog: good weather, friendly neighbors, beautiful vistas, etc. I have to remind myself to “look up”- enjoying the beautiful sky and asking for perspective.

It has helped. I still get overwhelmed. I think the day that the movers delivered all our stuff almost put me over the edge. I realized that I was experiencing decision overload. I knew how it would be with movers- when they come in with their load they want to know exactly where it is going. Since we are having the rooms painted, I didn’t want to set too many boxes in the appropriate rooms, but I also didn’t want too many in the basement because we are having work down there too. My intention was to have the boxes stored in the 2 sheds in the backyard. So much for that. Even though I thought I was prepared, the movers kept coming and coming, “Ma’am, where do you want this? How about this?” It was a rapid fire, split-second decision process where I finally kept saying- “Basement. Just put it in the basement.” I felt like Scarlet O’Hara- “I’ll think about that tomorrow…”

Not only has the whole process been plan, new plan, re-plan, new plan again and again, but I have also had to think about the future work we are having done. I have been trying to coordinate that to be as efficient for our and the worker’s time, but it is exhausting.

Even so…

All is well. Come Saturday we will be together with ALL our stuff under one roof and it is just a matter of time to put items away. I realize that we are extremely fortunate to have resources (time, budget and good workman) so that we can switch gears when the plans change. Many people do not have that luxury.

What about you? What do you do when the mundane, trivial, irritants, problems of life occur? Do you have any sayings, phrases, verses that encourage you?

Meanwhile, when I remind myself of God’s faithfulness, details and work, I am extremely grateful. I can carry on and trust God’s plan for our lives. This past week I was reading Psalm 92. The beginning of Psalm 92 reminded me of how I should proceed through the journey: proclaim God’s love in the morning and His faithfulness at night. In other words, go forward during the day knowing that God loves me and won’t forsake me and at night remember all the details and work that He has done.

Last Days

“Do you remember the last time you picked me up when I was a kid? At some point, there was a time that you picked me up and then you didn’t.” Our son was waxing philosophically regarding our impending move.

I saw what he meant. There is a last time for everything: last time you saw the grocery store clerk, walked down a particular street, or spoke to a neighbor.

But instead of feeling sad or morose about last times, I also have been thinking how each and every moment that we exist is, in essence, a last time. The exact combination of everything surrounding us- the conditions of sky, clouds, weather, combined with the people present (or not), add any conversations plus all the logistics of place are unique to each moment. It won’t come around in that exact combination again.

I have realized that I should look at each moment as a unique opportunity to thoroughly enjoy what is transpiring.

I admit, I struggle with enjoying the moments. I seem to always be looking ahead and planning for future events. However, this pending move and the multiple changes we have had to make regarding it has made me quite aware of living into and enjoying each moment. If everything had gone according to the original plan, my thinking generally would be, “Next week, we will be in a new house….” “In three months the interior painting will be complete.”

Since our plans keep changing, I can’t think about next week or next month but rather have to think about the current day. “What do I need/can do today?” During this waiting time all I can do is enjoy the time given and my surroundings.

With life changes such as this move, there is also a tendency to look back at the past and what transpired. I remember when our first born left for college. After dropping him off, on the ride back home I mentally replayed his life events and rewound the many moments when I wasn’t practicing my finest mothering. The sound track of Paul Anka singing “Times of our Lives” played in my head all the while I sobbed over my regrets. Fortunately that lasted about two exits on the highway after I realized that I did the best I could and there was no use looking back. (As my husband and I once heard from a friend about her parenting style- all we can do as parents is educate our children so that, when they are older, they will have the financial means to pay a psychologist to listen to the complaints about us parents.)

There are last times that are demarcated in my mind: last time I spoke with my mother hours before receiving the call that she had collapsed and 911 was at her house, last time we regularly worshipped at our church, last time we pulled out of our beloved neighborhood.

As we know but rarely live into, life is a balancing act. We cannot live each and every moment so intensely for we would never get anything done. There would never be any time for future preparation nor would there be time for past reflection and correction. Yet if we are always looking behind or ahead we will never see what is right in front of us.

According to positive psychology the way to balance our thinking is to think about the past and the future in small doses and spend most of our time in the present.

Lately, I have tried to be more attentive to the world around me as I go about my day. While I have always been an observer, I find that I am relishing the observations: the colors of the natural world, the interactions of people I pass along the street, the quirkiness of life. I find that I am more grateful when I pause and enjoy my day.

I find that Jesus is a good model for living in the present. He reminded us that each day was sufficient. We do not need to worry about the future for we do not know what the future will bring. I also appreciate that He does not define us by our past. He did not replay the past problems or issues for those He encountered. Instead He called them to a new life and a new beginning.

What about you? Do you remember “last times”? What are they? Did you learn any lessons from those events? How do you spend your time- thinking and planning future events, reviewing and regretting past history? Or living into the moment?

Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Live today, it’s a gift. That is why they call it “the present”.

Moving Lessons

One of the reasons that I have scaled back my weekly postings is that at the end of this month my husband and I will be moving out of state. For the near future, I have to focus on the move, saying good-bye to people, and finishing up job deadlines. (Hence, my on-the-5th-of-each month posting.)

It is quite a bittersweet time for us. Except for four years at college, my husband has lived all his life in Maryland and the majority of those years, he has lived less than 2 miles from his boyhood home. I have lived in Maryland my whole adult life, coming here for college at seventeen and not leaving. It is a great little state. It has four seasons, (though to be honest, sometimes it feels like winter, 1 day of spring, then summer, 1 day of fall then back to winter), beaches, mountains, small towns, a large city with diverse neighborhoods. It has a rich history, wonderful higher educational centers and world renowned health care. Even so, we have felt the increasing pull of New England.

I have been thinking about why people move. According to The Joint Center for Housing Studies at Harvard University-

Ahh. If only we had just one box to worry about. Alas, our home is filled with many. Prospective homes might be staged in “shades of grey”, but our current home is decorated ala cardboard.

“People move for a variety of reasons, but the most common motivator is housing. According to the CPS [Current Population Survey of US Census Bureau], which contains a question about the primary motivation for moving, 40 percent of movers did so for housing-related reasons in 2019, 27 percent moved for family-related reasons, 21 percent for job-related reasons, and 12 percent for other reasons. This breaks down differently by type of move, however. Local moves are primarily motivated by housing, but long-distance moves are primarily motivated by jobs. The only exception is for older Americans, who make long-distance moves for family-related reasons more than job-related reasons.” *

In 2021, 27.1 million Americans moved or about 8.4% of the population. In 1998 approximately 16% of the American population moved. It is interesting that the percentage is down given our portable, digital world. Work can dictate where we live but ever increasingly that is changing. One thing we learned with the pandemic is that with modern technology, one can live anywhere. “Digital nomads” I have heard it coined. Family obligations can also determine where we live. We stayed in our area longer than originally planned because we were caring for our respective parents.

Staying here has its benefits: our home, our relationships, our church, our activities, our work and our routines are all familiar and comfortable. Moving disrupts everything- our work schedules and planned activities. Extra time is needed in readying one’s house for sale, the decisions of what and what not to pack, packing and the working out of the logistics in the move. There is nothing familiar or comfortable about our home right now. “Where is the (fill in the blank)? one of us will ask. “Packed.” will come the reply.

For us, the decision to move was practical. We weighed our family (our sons and respective families will probably end up in the North East), our jobs (we do have flexibility to work from home), our interests (we want to be able to travel to our beach house but also be close to a city for mass transit, health care, education and fine art) and most importantly to be ready for what we feel God is calling us to do in the next couple of decades we have left to live. (God willing, if we are so blessed.)

Most times I am not a particularly patient person. I don’t even like to walk up steps- I tend to run up or down, impatient to get to the next level.

This move has brought me to a whole new level of learning about patience or rather, contentment with each day. While we were able to sell our home quite quickly, finding the next place to live has been a challenge. The housing market is tough for buyers at this point. But I have such an incredible feeling of peace that the right house is there, we just have to wait for God’s timing. I am content with each day as it unfolds: whether it is a day of packing, lunch with friends or looking at homes.

One thing I have observed is that I am learning to live in the moment. Because we do not have a new home yet, I cannot plan or think about the future. My only concern is what unfolds each day: writing, packing, spending time with friends, chatting with neighbors, walking the dog. I haven’t stopped planning per se, (too much of a list-maker/planner, not to have some ideas), but I really cannot spend too much time doing that. What I have noticed is that when folks gather, there tends to be a focus on discussing future plans rather than what they are actually doing at that moment. I wonder, how much time do we spend planning future activities and not enjoying the current day’s activities? I get it. If you never make plans, you most likely will not have future activities. But, shouldn’t there be a balance? Jesus reminded us that we need not be anxious for tomorrow that there is enough to be concerned about for today. I think the reminder is not only for things that cause anxiety and troubles but also on our day-to-day focus.

Some Moving Lessons Learned:

• If you have five minutes, pack something.

• Don’t put off spending time with anyone, thinking that time will come around again. It very rarely does.

• Paint the inside of your closet first. (or storage cabinet or any type of storage unit. Once the area gets filled, you will never paint it again.)

• As careful as you may be with packing and moving, inevitably something will get broken. While it can be upsetting, at the end of the day they are just things.

• Remember the feeling of freedom in the staged home so that the new home doesn’t become as cluttered as the old.

• As much as the new home may be exciting and fresh, you are still moving the same junk, the same attitude, the same you into the home. Same contents, new packaging.

• “A man’s (woman’s) heart plans the way, but the Lord determines his (her) steps.”

What about you? Have you ever moved? From where to where? For what reason? What lessons have you learned along the way?

When they list stressful life events, moving is one of the top ones. Sure, it can be nerve-wracking and troublesome. We have been incredibly blessed during this move- we recognize that we are fortunate in that we have options but it has still been tough. I am grateful for the opportunity to learn and practice contentment as we wait for the next chapter in our lives. I’ll keep you all posted as to where we “land”.

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*https://www.jchs.harvard.edu/blog/who-is-moving-and-why-seven-questions-about-residential-mobility

Legacy

Legacy: 1: a gift by will especially of money or other personal property : bequest 2 : something transmitted by or received from an ancestor or predecessor or from the past the legacy of the ancient philosophers.

I’ve been thinking about legacy recently. Not so much the first definition of money or personal property but more of what do I want to transmit to future generations?

More specifically, how do I want to live the remainder of my life with that in mind? Not in a morbid kind of way that I am expecting to kick the bucket any moment, but more in the realistic notion that my days are numbered as is everyone’s.

What have I left for others thus far? Have I improved anyone’s situation? Have I enjoyed each moment? Do I have any regrets? Am I investing in what will last?

I think back to the many things I fretted and worried about over the years. Issues and situations that, in some ways, have all worked out. Some of the angst and drama was so unnecessary. I needed to learn to be content. And yet, each drama or angst has taught me about contentment so perhaps the experience wasn’t for naught.

Our family is going through some changes recently and some of the changes are not happening as planned. There is some waiting involved. This time around, in that waiting time when I could be filled with angst (some days I still am) I am trying to take each day, each moment, as it comes along. I do not want to look back and regret that even during this waiting time I was discontented and so missed an opportunity.

The opportunities are the stories we share with one another what we have learned. I think too, the opportunity that awaits us through learning to be content is tied to trusting the Creator with our life’s plan. When I trust God with my future, it becomes less about me, what I need to do or leave for others and more about God, what God wants for my life which is tied to God’s plans for all humanity. As the apostle Paul says (in so many words), less of me and more of God.

What about you? Have you thought about your future? Your “legacy”?

Certainly society is built on the legacy of the past. But as I was thinking of the “legacy” left by my ancestors- where is it today? Sure, I know some of the stories which tells about their character but after a generation or two, any of the specifics are lost. Just a smattering of what my family valued, believed in or saved is actually transmitted.

I think the legacy that we need to leave is the kind that is not about us, but all about God. All that we do should point to Him. When we become part of the bigger picture, we then become part of the legacy that God wants: reconcile others to himself and to each other.

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Beavers

I heard a report on the radio the other morning. There is an unusual area near the forests and lands of last year’s Colorado wild fires. Most of the area is devastated and contains trees that look like burnt match sticks but there is an area that the fire didn’t touch.

What made it fire proof were the wetlands and river beds created by the beaver community. Beavers are nature’s architects. They create ponds, streams even reshape the marshy lands. In doing “what comes naturally”, that for which they are created, it benefits all around.

Of course, for generations beavers were not appreciated. Over hunting almost wiped them out. (Well, perhaps they were appreciated too much- not for their living attributes but for their warm pelts.) They were considered pests and prevented “progress”. The beavers’ management of stream beds and rivers interfered with how man wanted to manage the same area.

The beaver story made me think of a news article I read many years ago about constructed wetlands: artificially creating marshes and wetlands to treat waste water. By using what nature has already designed to do, we are able to replicate that on a larger scale for our benefit both health-wise and environmentally-wise.

Many years ago my mom predicted that all that we need to solve our world problems were provided by God through the natural world. God gave us brains and curiosity to figure things out. She thought many treatments for diseases would be found naturally and even uncovered/discovered through traditional methods from indigenous people. In some ways that is so. For instance, there is a Brazilian viper snake whose venom proved vital in the development of the blood pressure drug captopril. Apparently about 70 percent of current cancer drugs are either natural products or derived from natural compounds, and the world’s largest rain forest is a great cauldron of biodiversity that has already produced medicine for diseases such as malaria.

In some ways it is a shame when nature or traditional means are dismissed from the “how we solve modern problems/situations” equation. There is a pridefulness in thinking we are too “modern” or sophisticated and that we have all the knowledge necessary to solve our dilemmas. We are short-sighted not to entertain all possibilities in our quest for understanding.

Yet, I wonder how much do I think I am so modern or sophisticated? I am thinking of ideas/people/procedures that I may have dismissed and not appreciated for the natural talents or abilities they brought to the discussion. How much have I been short-sighted in my understanding of others?

Lately the posture of humility has been foremost in my mind: the more I know, the less I know. I am trying to welcome each day with humility and curiosity: what will I learn today from others or from some knowledge base that I didn’t know yesterday?

What about you? What natural gifts or talents do you have? Are they appreciated? By you? By others? Have you ever learned something from a more traditional/natural method? What was it?

There is an old song, It’s Hard to be Humble, by Mac Davis. Part of the chorus: “Oh, Lord, it’s hard to be humble when you’re perfect in every way.” We may laugh at such audacity but there is some truth to how we think. Perhaps we need to think of the lowly beaver and how much they can teach us.

Before destruction a man's heart is haughty, but humility comes before honor. Proverbs 18:12