Believe

Happy Monday! I'm posting at Exemplify Online today. You can read the rest of my devotion there.


She’s 17 years old, blonde and adorable. But beneath her girl-next-door exterior lives a determined fighter who wields her weapon with finesse and power. In a manner reminiscent of David and Goliath this virtual unknown slayed giant after giant during the last two weeks.

Her name? Melanie Oudin. Her weapon? A Wilson K Blade Tour racket. The arena? Arthur Ashe Stadium in Flushing, NY. If you haven’t heard of her…you will.

This fresh-faced young American said her goal during the summer was to play well enough to rank in the top 100 so she wouldn’t have to qualify as a wild card for the US Open. By tournament time she ranked 67. Yet even with that impressive accomplishment, it still left her a loooong way from the rarefied air of the seeded players. A peon in the locker room.

By the second match it seemed Melanie’s US Open dreams were about to end as she faced the fourth seeded player. Just like King Saul said to puny David, logic/statistics/experience/common sense told Melanie, “You are not able to go out against these top players and fight them; you are only a girl, and they have been winning majors from their youth.” (ref.1 Samuel 17:33)


But you know what? She didn’t listen to any of that. And she won. And then she won again and again and again. Four top-seeded players dismantled and sent home.
How did she do it? Training and hard work to be sure, but tennis is too mental a game for that to be enough. Instead she lived the motto on her signature yellow and pink sneakers: Believe. “For me, it’s all about that. It’s believing that I can beat these girls and hang there with them,” she said. “If I didn’t have that, then there's no way I would have been able to win (here).”

So often in our Christian journey, we feel like David in a sea of Goliaths. We look around and feel we don’t measure up. Our giants have more experience, more power, more eloquence and more Bible knowledge. They pray better, sing better, lead better and write better.

We may feel a divine nudge or hear a small voice, but we allow logic, experience or common sense to tell us we can’t—or shouldn’t.

The apostle Paul coaches the Ephesians against such a mindset, “I also pray that you will understand the incredible greatness of God’s power for us who believe him. This is the same mighty power that raised Christ from the dead…” (1:19-20a NLT, emphasis mine)

You and I may never play in a professional sports tournament, incite a media frenzy or become a household name, but we can rise to the extraordinary. The key to our success lies not in our own hard work, expert training or fine pedigree, but in our belief of the very One who raised Jesus from the grave. Paul says this incomparable power is available for all who believe God at His word. Imagine that?! This concept is so foreign to our nature it’s tough to grasp, but when we do, we can be assured victories beyond our wildest dreams—with consequences that far outlast any silver trophy.

We can also be assured that when God calls us to the playing field, He will equip us with what all we need. In my case, I hope that includes a cute pair of yellow and pink tennis sneakers.

Slip Sliding Away

Today's been a windy, chilly, rainy day. The kind of weather that begs you to curl up on the sofa, snuggle under a blanket and watch movies--which thankfully after yesterday's post I did not do. (Yes, showered and out of the house all day! Yay me!)

With all the dreary weather all the kids activities have been cancelled and we're settling in the for evening. Everyone except my son, who decided this was THE PERFECT weather to go outside and play.

I thought I'd share his ingenuity with you. It's sure to bring a smile to your face.

And sometimes embracing joy is just what we need to get through the storm.




"Sing to him a new song; play skillfully, and shout for joy." ~Psalm 33:3

In Search Of . . .Something

It’s 11:00 in the morning. I was up at 6:30 and my youngest left for school at 7:30. That means I’ve had hours of alone time. After a summer of not much “me” time you’d think I’d be hootin’ and hollerin’, and doing a happy dance. I should have lots to show for my new-found freedom. But, in reality I’ve accomplished little today, I’m still in my PJs and I haven’t eaten breakfast yet. Embarrassing, I know.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Am I lazy? Depressed? Unmotivated? Lacking inspiration?

Good heavens, someone just rang the doorbell. I’m going to hide until they go away. If it was you, I’m sorry. Whew, it was just the FedEx guy. He left a package and drove away.

I’m back, where was I? Oh yeah, procrastinating.

I’m not sure what’s wrong, but clearly I need to improve a bit in the time-management arena if I have any hope of cobbling together a day before the kids get home from school. What I need is a personal coach/mentor/nudger. Someone to gently direct and encourage. Someone like my children’s first grade teacher who found a way to praise a child’s efforts no matter how small. I can hear her telling me, “Good job, you got out of bed…maybe we can start the article you’ve wanted to write…or go to the grocery store.”

The other day my husband asked me where I wanted to be in ten years. Ten years? I don’t know where I want to be in ten days! I think this might be a problem (mine, not his). It brings to mind something my wise friend, Kathleen, shared on her blog the other day: Always begin with the end in mind. Hmm, maybe she and Dan are onto something.

Truly I want to live a life that honors God. And in some ways I do, but I believe there’s more. And I’m waiting for divine guidance to whatever that “more” may be. It seems God is kind of silent. Or maybe I’m kind of deaf?

I know it’s natural for me as a mom to reevaluate my life as my kids get older and need me less and less. And I know I tend to lose perspective real fast during these “transistional “ times. There’s much I could be doing (like writing/submitting/reorganizing/reconnecting) but I’m not.

The word momentum comes to mind. It’s a law of physics that it’s much easier to keep something going than it is to get it started. (Or something like that…I never actually took a physics class.) Anyway, I certainly lack momentum which is making it hard to get started in any direction. I seriously need some motivation.

For now I’ll get my momentum from the fact that I’m so hungry I can’t type anymore. Then I’ll get dressed. And maybe walk my dog. Who knows, if I start with the basics can self-actualization be far behind?

Do any of you have any idea what I’m talking about? Or is it just me?

“Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.” (Psalm 51:10)

Imagine a Life without Fear

You may have heard of Max Lucado. He’s some written books. In fact, he’s such a prolific writer it’s hard to imagine a person exists who hasn’t read something he’s written.

I certainly have, but in recent years have turned away from him in favor of other authors. I might have stayed away if the opportunity to review his new book, Fearless, hadn't presented itself. And I rediscovered why so many Max Lucado books line bookstore shelves.

I figured Fearless would be geared toward people who actively struggle with fear, are dealing with a huge obstacle or who live with a pit of dread anchored in their souls. I think I'm fairly brave, don't have (many) phobias and feel generally peaceful, so I wasn’t sure I’d get much out of the book.

By the end of the first chapter I saw how wrong I was—and how hooked on Fearless I was! Within a few pages Lucado shows that in one way or another ALL of us live with fear and we let these fears dictate our lives, imprison us and keep us from becoming the creations God intends us to be.

It’s human nature to fear, but as Lucado points out, fear causes us to question God’s goodness and strength. It leads us to doubt, makes us hide and turns us into control-freaks. “Fear mismanaged leads to sin.”

And there is so much we’re afraid of. We fear being insignificant, overlooked and forgotten. We fear we won’t have enough money/friends/food/stuff. We fear harm will come to our children or that we won’t be able to provide for our families. We fear worst-case scenarios, the economy, terrorist attacks, the IRS, swine flu and moral decline. We fear the unknown, cancer and dying. We fear letting God down and we fear God letting us down.

Even though Fearless is a quick read, it’s chock full of truth and spiritual nuggets. If I didn’t plan to pass this book on to friends, I would have underscored, dog-eared and highlighted much of it. I might even cut out and laminate bits as well! Each chapter tackles a new aspect of fear, and the way Max Lucado strings together words and sentences leaves me impressed, inspired and enlightened. With every key stroke he points to the source of our strength, the reason we can be brave and our hope in the storm. Jesus.

Again and again in the gospels Jesus says, “Fear not,” “Don’t be afraid,” and “Take courage.” I recommend this book for anyone who wants to do just that.

'Til Death Do Us Part

In the beginning, God spoke creation and it became so—lightness and dark, heaven and earth, land and sea, plants and animals. Each day brought a new wonder that God looked upon and declared “good.”

On the sixth day, God created Man and placed him in the Garden of Eden. Even though Man had paradise at his disposal, it wasn’t enough. “The LORD God said, ‘It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.’” (Genesis 2:18) Man searched among all the living creatures for an acceptable companion, but none (not even the golden retrievers) could fill the role in the way that God saw necessary. So, God created woman.

Then, He joined them together in marriage. “For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh.” It was only then that “God saw all that he had made, and it was very good.”

Marriage is part of God’s plan for perfection. And while in the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve’s union was perfect. But even before the honeymoon, the serpent enters the scene at the beginning of Genesis 3. And with one act of disobedience Adam and Eve’s marital bliss came to a screeching, finger-pointing halt.

Once sin entered the world, so did pride, envy, selfishness, impatience, infidelity, addiction, busyness and all the other threats to oneness. Marriage became hard work.

As it remains today.

While it’s actually not true that half of all marriages end in divorce, a large percentage of them do. We live in a time when marriage seems disposable. Expendable. Temporary. Unnecessary.

But, we hold onto hope for the perfect union God designed so very long ago. When we marry and pledge “I do,” we pray that we really will. And when we witness a happily married couple that’s stood the test of time, we celebrate, admire…and take notes!

Last weekend we celebrated my in-laws’ 50^th wedding anniversary. I always knew Dan’s parents had a wonderful marriage, but I gained an even deeper appreciation for them as a couple. They’ve weathered the expected ups and downs that life brings, yet after five decades of togetherness they not only still love each other very much, they like each other, too!

The kids and grandchildren gathered round an anniversary memory book and DVD created for the occasion and saw evidence of a beautiful life knit together. I wondered how they managed to do marriage so well.

Here’s what I see are their “secrets” to success: mutual respect, commitment, submission, unselfishness, loyalty, shared goals, love and lots of laughter. It’s a formula as old as marriage itself. Easily said, not easily achieved.

Oh, how I could use more of these qualities in my own marriage. Sure, I throw these words around, but Lord knows I don’t exhibit them often enough! Some of you commented on what a good wife I was while Dan was away last month. Heck, it’s easy to be a good wife from afar (it’s like being a good parent when you gaze at your angelic children as they sleep). The hard part comes in the face-to-face, day in and day out. I tumble off my pedestal real fast!

I look at my in-laws’ marriage and thank them for the example they’ve shown us and our children. I pray that Dan and I approach our golden years with as much grace and beauty.

I put my hope for success, not in quick fixes, shortcuts or secret ingredients, but in the fact that marriage isn’t a man-made notion. It’s not a fad or outdated concept. It’s a relationship so vital that it was the first one God created. And when He did, He declared it very good.

Together, man and woman complete the image of God.

Is anything more beautiful than that?

Dead Man Talking?

“Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world.” (1 John 4:1)

Ouija boards. Fortune tellers. Tarot cards. Psychics. Mediums.

They can seem harmless, and even helpful. Something to do at a sleepover party. A way to peek into the future. A dare done with girlfriends. A guiding light during confusing t

imes. A way to comfort those who grieve.

And who among us has never read a horoscope, pulled out a Ouija board with our pre-teen girlfriends, or even visited a fortune teller or psychic?

If you’re reading this and saying, “No, I never have and never will!” Good for you. But there are many of you who have—and do.

But really, are these things wrong? Modern spiritualism offers a lot of appealing tenets like wisdom, healing, reverence, continuous life and mystery. Psychics can be kind people who truly want to help. If the information they provide through one-on-one encounters, books and TV shows offers direction, provides comfort or gives closure, is it really such a bad thing?

Certainly the world around us doesn’t think it is.

This very topic came up on the Today show this morning. The two female hosts, who themselves appear to be intelligent, caring women, casually chatted about the pros and cons of seeing a psychic. The one who had visited a psychic explained her choice for doing so. She sounded logical and I’m sure left many viewers thinking, “Hmm, maybe I’ll try that.”

As I wrote earlier, my daughter has a casual friend who’s a wiccan. (Wicca is a neo-pagan, nature-based religion, aka witchcraft.) I know this girl and she comes from a nice family. She’s smart, charismatic and personable. I would venture to say she’s a leader among her peers. Certainly some of the friends with whom she talks about her religion, even the ones who go to church, are left thinking, “Yea, that sounds okay.”

I have friends, Christian friends, who read horoscopes, do numerology and have even visited with psychics. Some mention these things casually. Others do so apologetically. A few are proud. I know a woman who quotes a famous psychic on one hand and Jesus on the other—giving each top billing. How easy it is for those around these women to say, “Hmm, if she’s doing this, it must be okay.”

I use these illustrations not to bash, but to point out how fuzzy our thinking has become in this area. How easy it is to look at the evidence all around and wonder, “Is toying with the spirit world really that bad?”

In a word, yes!

God made His feelings on this topic crystal clear: “Let no one be found among you… who practices divination or sorcery, interprets omens, engages in witchcraft, or casts spells, or who is a medium or spiritist or who consults the dead. Anyone who does these things is detestable to the LORD…” (Deuteronomy 18:10-12)

Detestable! An abomination! A disgusting thing if you turn to any supernatural means other than Him. God leaves us no room for any of our “Yea, but…” rationalizations.

In her book, Really Bad Girls of the Bible, Liz Curtis Higgs talks about spiritualists and one in particular, mentioned in Samuel:

“The medium of En Dor was the worst kind of Bad Girl because she directly opposed God and his Word, yet clothed herself in the guise of a helpful soul. It’s easy to be taken in by her caring, generous ways and her servant attitude. Visit a medium today and you’ll no doubt find the same warm welcome and desire to please.

I studied various books on the occult and found safe-sounding, familiar practices: Prayer and meditation. Ceremonies and sacred days. Music and worship. Sharing of food. Storytelling. Rituals for birth, marriage, and death.

Many similarities. But oh, sisters, one big difference!

Our relationship is not with a dead spirit but with a LIVING CHRIST.

Our God does not come from within ourselves but from ON HIGH.”

We are all looking for something. For answers. For purpose. For hope and healing. For revelation and redemption. For help and holiness.

But we must test everything, even if it makes sense to our sinful minds! Does the message align with God’s Word? Is it from God? Does it glorify Him?

There is one place and one place only to find that for which our souls craves. It is not in the spirits of the dead—but in the Spirit of the living God.

Turn to Jesus. He is enough.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” (Matthew 11:28-29)

Where the Air is Thin

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but if we look hard enough we can witness splendor in ALL of God's creation. However, in some places it seems the Almighty took extra care to get it just right. You know, those places that enliven our spirits, excite our senses and convict us of the sacred. Lots of places come to mind, but in the United States I think the four corners states — Colorado, Utah, Arizona and New Mexico top the list. Just thinking about the mountains, mesas and majesty stir my soul. And when looking at pictures from there—well, I'm downright giddy.

It's too bad I grew up in New Jersey.

But as you faithful readers know, these are the very places Dan's been working these last two weeks. On his day off today, he's off on another adventure. His challenge: hike to the top of Pike's Peak (elevation 14, 110). (I've spent my entire life near sea level. Is there even any oxygen that high?!)

All day I've been worried he might perish on the trails or flat out run out of air to breathe. Thanks to his nifty iPhone, I have proof he's not only alive and but quite well, albeit extremely tired. Since the scenery is so awesome, I thought you might enjoy taking the journey with me. So, strap on your boots, fill up your canteen and grab your walking stick. Let's go!

Trail head. 6:08 am. Lots of people here, perfect day should be fun.

6:22...sunrise!

1 hour in...first sight of the summit — way far away!

2 hours in...I hear the mountain taunting me.

4.5 hours in...approaching treeline...11,500 ft. 3 miles to go according to the guy we just passed. Running an hour ahead of schedule. Not sure if that means I'm a stud or need to slow down. Forget it, I know the answer...definitely beginning to feel the climb and the altitude. Quick rest, some fig newtons and Gatorade and then back on the trail. And what a beautiful day!

5.5 hours in. The sign says it all...a little low on water but otherwise all systems go!

The view the other way at 13,300. See the trail?

Victory is mine!!!

No matter where you encounter God's creation this weekend, be blessed.


"For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse." (Romans 1:20)