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  • We all are struggling with struggles.

    We all struggle…

    Some eat too much.  Some don’t eat enough. Some have health issues. Some think too highly of themselves.  Some think too lowly of themselves.  Some struggle relationally. Some have too much energy. Some don’t have enough energy. Some think too much. Some don’t think enough. Some abuse drugs and alcohol. Some were raised too sheltered.  Some were raised unsheltered.  Some have anxiety or depression. Some work too much. Some don’t work enough. You may think this list is redundant.  I think it is profound.

    Because…

    Whether the struggle is controllable or not–it is still a struggle. You may not see it as big, but for the person struggling it can be.  Be sensitive. Don’t judge. Don’t make the person feel bad.  Help see them through.  Pray for them.  Pray with them.

     

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    January 25, 2016

  • Worth the Fight

    Unbeknown to her, God spoke to me through her words. It never fails to amaze me how powerful and humbling it is when this happens.

    It was Sunday afternoon and the speaker had finished. Everyone else at our table had left.  I was putting my coat on and getting ready to leave. I was thinking of all I needed to do for the upcoming week and how I needed to hurry to get home.  She simply started speaking.  I looked in her eyes and knew she felt compelled to tell me a part of her story.  So, I sat back down and gave her my full attention.  Her eyes moved around the room in amazement as she told me how wonderful it was to see the Family Life Center at our church.  She remembered when it was built.  She remembered when our church did not have its own building.

    She continued on from the beginning. Her and her husband moved to our area in their thirties and they had small children.  She spoke of the church they came from.  Our connection began.  My husband and I (both in our thirties) moved out here a couple years ago with our two small children.  We just so happened to come from the same church as her and her husband as well.

    “Would this church ever grow?  Would it ever have its own building? Was it worth the trouble?” Many times shaking her head, she went on with our church’s journey. There were good times and not so good times. There were stories of disagreements, doubts, and having to rush in the borrowed building to pick up cigarette butts before the service began. Her attention to detail had me fully engaged.  By the end of her story we both were wiping a few tears from our face. “By God’s grace we are where we are today,” were the words she ended with.

    It was and still is through the grace of God, with the unity we have in Christ, that we can always continue to build the church and share our stories.

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    January 14, 2016

  • Love, Love, LOVE!

    Love.  It boils down to love. Sadly, I think our definition of love has shifted. I think we need to start shifting it back. I think it is our responsibility as Christians to do so.

    I believe all people crave the type of love defined in the bible.  We are not giving it as fully as we should.  We’d bring a lot more people to Christ if we did.  There is no one beyond saving.  I fully believe that.  We need to stop worrying about what others may think.  There is nothing to be ashamed about.

    What do you think is worse? Downplaying our beliefs or being so passionate about our beliefs that we cannot contain them?  I think many are afraid to act “too Christian”.  As if that is going to push people away.  This laissez-faire attitude does nothing for someone who is struggling.  If I am on the fence on something and I see someone jumping for joy over a cause…they get my attention.  Not the person who whispers, “I am a Christian. But don’t worry, I won’t bother you with my beliefs.”  They should be looking at us and thinking, “What are they so excited about?”

    Where do we start?  With love, of course.  With real love.  The kind of love we receive from Christ.  Love is supposed to be selfless, not selfish.  Yet, we are not doing all we can to share it with others.

    We need to remember we are all sinners.  We all fall short.  Christians have the gift of salvation.  So, if we are given this gift (that we did nothing to earn) we need to be thankful for it. We shouldn’t be selfish with it.  We should want everyone to have this gift.  Since we are not God, who are we to decide who should hear about it and who should not?  Our job is to love and share the gospel with everyone.

    Love has given us forgiveness of our past, present, and future sins.  That is something to be excited about every single day. The blood He shed for us–I will never deserve.  But yet, I can be certain of my hope.  I will be in heaven one day because of what He did for me.  We all need to remember this.  Love will never be easy for us this side of heaven, but we should never stop trying to love as He loves us.

     

     

     

     

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    January 12, 2016
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  • January 8, 2016-Pressing Thoughts

    I’m not saying I have outgrown the need for group bible studies.  I never will.  I pull a lot of strength from the studies and the people in them.  It is just that there is a part of me that is yearning for more than what a group bible study can provide.  I can’t even say I need to be in the word more because I spend time daily by myself studying the word as well.  I’ve been like this for a while now.  I cannot get enough.  I want more.  I need more. I want to go deeper.  I need to go deeper…

    I just don’t know where to start.

     

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    January 8, 2016

  • The Things People Carry

    My mom’s horrible driving was an inside joke between me and my brothers. Her foot was always pressing on the brakes.  To say she was a nervous driver would be an understatement.  My mom was paranoid behind the wheel.  I learned to not even lean forward because at some point she would slam on the brakes (for no good reason) and I would be flung back against the back of the seat.

    One day, as a moody and snooty teenager, I decided to make a snarky remark to my mom about her driving.  I expected her to say something to me or at least give me her ‘you better shut up’ glare.  She didn’t.  She didn’t react at all. So I decided it was okay to make fun of her driving more often. One night, my dad overheard me teasing my mom and he told me to stop.  He brought me to a different room and told me not to tease her about her driving anymore.

    “Why not?  It doesn’t seem to bother her,”  I said.

    “When your mom was a teen she hit a man walking along the street and he died.  The man was drunk and was staggering all over the place.  The cops stopped him.  They let him go and told him to hurry up and get home.  It was dark and there were no street lights and he walked in front of your mom’s car.  She didn’t even see him until it was too late.  That is why your mom drives like she does.”

    I learned a very important lesson that night.  People do things the way they do for a reason.  We all have our own history that shapes us. Although my mom could not have prevented what happened, she will carry that with her all her days.

    I try to remind myself of this when I get frustrated with others. We all have things of this life we carry with us…things that have changed us to the core.

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    January 5, 2016

  • A Strong Woman

    She knows when to allow others to be in the spotlight.

    She desires love, not attention.

    She listens.

    She thinks.

    She knows her ways are not the ways of others and that is okay.

    She has nothing to prove, not even to herself.

    She encourages.

    She finds her own path.

    She feels no need to compete.

    She speaks truth through her words and her actions.

    She is humble.

    She lives for others.

    She knows how to say sorry.

    She knows life is not a race to the finish, there is no need to say or do it first.

    She knows the adventure is in the simple everyday life.

    She doesn’t need to fill the empty space of time.

    She laughs at herself more than others.

    She is gentle.

    She knows love is more than a feeling, it is an action.

    She loves God above all else.

     

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    December 29, 2015
    christianity, life, love, strong woman

  • Beyond the Bubble

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    It is the day after Christmas and I see toys and gifts galore in every room of our house.  We live in a bubble, my boys live in a bubble.  Never have they been placed in a situation where they’ve had to worry about anything.  They have everything they want and more than what they need.  I remember last year asking Luke what he wanted for Christmas and his response was, “Nothing.”  This year his list was small, mostly Minecraft figurines.  Oliver’s list was small as well and one of the things on his list was a balloon for his brother.  At a young age, they are aware they have plenty.

    I never want them to forget all the Lord has given us.  I want to instill in them a thankful attitude, not one of entitlement.  They both have their moments, like yesterday when they were demanding more presents.  I do remember feeling the same as a kid.  I never wanted Christmas to end.  I still talked to them both (especially my oldest) on their demanding behavior.  It isn’t easy for kids to see their blessings, but it is something I really strive to show them.

    One gift we got Luke and Oliver was through Lutheran World Relief.  We donated a goat in their honor.  This is a tradition I intend to do every year…maybe for their birthdays as well.  I talk to them a lot about our blessings.  I tell them how other people live.  I show them pictures of kids and different cultures in other countries.  When they are old enough, I will take them on mission trips.  There is an eyeglass one that as soon as Luke is old enough…we are going.  It will be very powerful to take my son, who has an eye disorder, on such a trip.

    Luke, my six year old, already in many ways has a natural gift of generosity.  He isn’t attached to material things (except maybe his tablet). One cute story I’ll share is when our church was building a play set, Luke grabbed his piggy bank and started counting all his money.  He wanted to give it all to the church because he said all the kids really need a place to play. My little guy, Oliver, is generous in other ways.  I suspect he will be one who gives people his time and attention.  He is only three, so we will see more as he gets older how his gifts develop.

    I pray my boys will always know the importance of giving and sharing our blessings.  One of the  most important things I can pass on to them is the knowledge that our world is so much larger than the little bubble we live in.

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    December 26, 2015
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  • Reflections and the Gift of Christ

    It was a Saturday and the kids at church were practicing their parts for the Christmas program.  I watched as they became more comfortable.  I watched my own son speak his words and I felt the Spirit working in my church.  The following day was the program and it was beautiful. I wasn’t much in the Christmas spirit but those kids gave it to me.  The joy I felt…the joy I feel anytime I am helping with the kids is indescribable.

    In a sense, I usually feel more myself around kids than I do most adults.  Even through the chaos, I love it.  Now being a stay at home mom, I was able to teach during Vacation Bible School this year (by far, it was the best week of my year).  Actually, when I look back through my year, my best memories involve kids…and church.  2015 has been a great year full of blessings.  I didn’t think it was going to be.

    A year ago today my grandma passed away.  I thank God for carrying me through it.  I thank Him for urging me to go to His word for strength.  I picked up my bible and ended up (without intending to) reading all of it in about seven months. Now, it is a daily habit I intend to keep.

    Today will not be an easy day for me and my family as some will mourn all over for my grandma.  Three days before Christmas is not an ideal time to lose a loved one.  But then, she will forever be the most godly woman I have ever known.  So I guess every year, three days before Christmas, I will always be reminded of her and her love for Christ.

    As I do all the last minute things to get ready for Christmas and feel the urge to get stressed, I will think of the Christmas program…I will think of my grandma…I will think of the greatest gift of all–Christ.

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    December 22, 2015
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  • The Stance

    Someone once told me…or maybe I read it somewhere…if you are feeling nervous or are in need of a confidence boost all you need to do is the ‘superhero’ stance.  Simply stand up straight, place your hands on your hips, and look up.  Now you can face anything.

    I’ve never tried it, but the idea is intriguing.  I can think of one situation I have been placed in recently where I could have used a little boost of confidence.  Maybe I should have stood up from my chair and tried it.

    This is something I have been praying about. Sometimes, in certain situations, I struggle with knowing what to say or do and it leads me to do nothing…that isn’t always good.  Maybe I need to do the ‘superhero’ stance.  As I look up I will be looking to the Lord for strength.  It will be my ‘Lord give me strength’ stance.

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    November 25, 2015
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  • All in a Facebook Post

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    I allow most things to roll off my shoulders…I can turn the other cheek and go on in with my life.  But this time I cannot.  I want to voice how I feel.

    The nativity scene is sacred to me.  It is a reminder of the hope I have in this sometimes ugly world. I have never felt anything but peace when I look at it, until last night.

    Picture this: the nativity scene with these words printed on it, “Don’t forget to hate refugees as you set up your nativity scene.  Celebrating a middle eastern couple desperately looking for shelter.”  Oh people thought this Facebook post was hilarious.  Me, not so much.

    Hate.  Christians hate the refugees?  I do not know one single person (christian or non christian) who hates the refugees.  The ones who do not want them in our country are feeling fear.  Fear and hate are two very different things.  The fear and wanting to protect their loved ones is not a product of their religion…but of all the scary things happening in this world.  Sometimes fear clouds the larger picture.

    When I first heard about the refugees coming here I felt immense fear. I didn’t want them here. It wasn’t until someone posted something on Facebook, something honest and tactful, that I saw the larger picture.  I am a very sympathetic and sensitive person, but I too had a hard time seeing we should open our country to the them.  It had nothing to do with hate.

    I love my family and the thought of a terrorist sneaking into our country scared the you know what out of me.  That was all I could see at first.  I wanted to protect my home above all else.  I now see we need to help others regardless of the fear we feel.  It is all because someone pointed it out in a kind way. I am not Jesus and sometimes need to be reminded of what Jesus would do in a particular situation.  I will always strive to be more like Him…and yet I will never fully get there.  None of us will.

    With all that is happening in the world, can’t people take the high road and show some respect for sacred things?  Why is it okay to try to further separate people?  That is all that post accomplishes.  If you feel people are misinformed, there is a better way.  We can voice our opinions, our hopes, our fears, and our beliefs respectfully.  I would never ‘spit’ on something someone holds sacred.  No one should.

    It just makes me sad.

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    November 23, 2015
    christianity, faith, life, love, peace, refugees

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