Come as you are
Julie finishing half marathon
Last weekend, our family went to go watch my wife, Julie, run in a half marathon in downtown Minneapolis. Julie is training to run in her second Twin Cities Marathon in October. She ran the last one 10 years ago, and she is making sure she is more prepared this time around. She has already run in many 5Ks, a 7K, and some 10Ks. Her goal is to keep her knees strong and healthy and improve from her last marathon time. The hour was early and the weather clear and warm when we arrived. She was prepared, healthy, and ready to run. As she left the starting line, her bright smile indicated that all systems were go. Her goal was to finish between 2:15 and 2:30. Me and the girls funneled down close to the finish line shortly before the 2-hour mark to watch her come in. The 2:15 mark came and went, as did the 2:30 mark. At 2:39, she crossed the finished line. She finished! It wasn’t in the time frame that she wanted, but we were still very proud of her. So many battles are fought while running, and it is a test of your mental and physical fortitude. Well, Julie was not happy. For the rest of the day, she was in a bad mood. Disappointment took its toll.
Today, when I ventured out into the garden, I was putting some finishing touches on some long overdue chores. I made nine tomato cages out of concrete mesh and had put them around the tomatoes three weeks ago. They needed staking, and I was finally getting around to that today. As I was out there, I was noticing all the weeds. I was thinking that I need to get out here more and do a better job of staying on top of it. This year, I had made a concerted effort to not let the weeds win. I had laid down hay between all the rows to keep the weeds in check, been diligent to weed regularly, and even selectively sprayed Round-Up to stay on top them. But there they were, still staring at me in the face. Taunting me. Why can’t I stay on top of them? I have pulled what feels like thousands of weeds, and still, there they are.
As I was letting this roll through my head, and feeling disappointed, the Lord helped me remember all the past seasons and all the other times the weeds were much worse. Even though I have battled this regularly, I have always had an amazing crop at harvest time. I have had onions the size of softballs, and tomatoes, peppers and potatoes so bountiful that I could not keep them all. So what was all the fuss about? Well, I wanted the garden to look as perfect as it was producing. It even felt like I was putting more emphasis on how it looked, as compared to how it produced. The Lord gives the increase, and it has produced—every year!
I was thinking about all of this, and Julie’s half marathon came to mind. She was disappointed with her performance and race result, but you know what? She is out there running every day, she is producing, she is doing things very few people do – including me. Maybe she isn’t finishing where she wants. Maybe she isn’t finishing at the top, but she is finishing!
Then it became clear to me, God doesn’t care about our perfection or our performance. He cares about us. He isn’t going to bring increase to my garden only if it has no weeds in it. He isn’t going to help Julie battle during her run, only if she finishes at the top. He is there for us, despite the issues. He doesn’t wait for our weed-free garden and all our running issues to be resolved before He can bless us. He loves and cares for us right where we are at. He is there in the midst of your problems, not at the end of them. What a pressure-reliever!
I am getting ready to venture out and pull some more weeds. I love spending time out there. I know I won’t get them all, but so what. I know when people see my garden, they won’t see the postcard picture perfect one. That’s okay. Julie is getting ready to do more running by herself. Her knees never felt better, and she has run more this year than any other. She is a winner, not because of where she finishes, but because she does finish. God is working within her to strengthen her mind and her body. The results will come. No worries.
Slow down and take a look around, He is there. He is always with us. I am just thankful that He is not sitting there with a checklist, ensuring that we meet all the requirements of do’s and don’ts before he’ll be there for us. He is just inviting us to come as we are.
Happy Thanksgiving! . . . wait, is it over?
Did you have a Happy Thanksgiving? I sure did. Now onto Christmas! Wait a minute… the Christmas season started right after Halloween, right? Christmas music has been playing on the radio, and the stores have been decorated for a few weeks now. It seems like this pesky little holiday called Thanksgiving gets wedged into the mix and then gets used as an accelerant for Christmas called, “Black Friday”.
I am certainly not against Christmas. It is probably my favorite time of year. What I don’t like is that it seems like we allow everyone else call the shots when we are celebrating these holidays. Why does Halloween and Christmas garner so much attention and Thanksgiving comes and goes in a puff of smoke? We even actually get two days off for Thanksgiving—and none for Halloween. I guess we need one of those days to celebrate Thanksgiving and the other to start shopping for Christmas. We can’t even slow down long enough to let the dust settle.
The hijacking of these holidays serves one major purpose—to sell more stuff! The stores, TV stations, and advertisers start earlier and earlier to sell more and more. They couldn’t care less about what these holidays are really about. Family, friends, God, and country? Who needs it… Now let’s get selling! Thanksgiving pays the highest price, because we don’t buy anything for it. It is a time to stop, pause, reflect, and give thanks for all that we have in America.
Thanksgiving Day is a day set aside each year for giving thanks to God for blessings received during the year. We live in the best country in the world. We are the freest. We are the most prosperous. We are the most generous. We are truly a blessed nation. I feel very fortunate to call America my home. I am very grateful. Along with that, I have an awesome family and great friends. I am able to freely worship and exercise my Christian faith. I am not persecuted for my beliefs and can travel freely anywhere I choose. No other country in the world, besides Canada, celebrates Thanksgiving. That should tell you something.
So here is what I am doing. I am opting out of the hustle and bustle of this 30-second sound bite “holiday”. The retailers don’t have anything to gain by droning on about Thanksgiving, but we all do. I am going to take these few precious days to slow down and let the Thanksgiving aura persist before it gets snuffed out by the oncoming freight train of the Christmas season. I will then prepare for Christmas in its due season, because right on its heels is Valentine’s Day.
Happy Thanksgiving!
There is no place like home
This is absolutely my favorite time of year. I love being at home and watching nature unfold in our own yard. We have purposed over the last few years to add more trees, shrubs, and plants to our little 1-acre lot . So, the trees coming back to life, the lilacs and honeysuckle in bloom, the crabapple trees in full color, the vegetable garden getting planted, the bluebirds nesting in our yard, and the hummingbirds back at the window feeder are all reminders of life—and life more abundantly.
Daily, my wife and I walk around the yard to check up on all of our babies. How are our little trees doing this year? How about the small spruce trees? Is that winter burn or is that tree not doing so well? How are the baby bluebirds doing? It looks like the strawberries are being formed. You get the picture. Through it all, I see more and more detail of those things and I would know if something happened to any one of them. Also, I see God through it all.
I was watching the silver maples shed their load of seeds the other day. I have seen this many times before, but I was mesmerized by the whole thing. The seeds are transported by what looks like a helicopter wing. The wind was blowing fairly strong and some of the seeds were getting carried a hundred yards away from the tree. Ingenious! The seeds go far, but not too far.
There is no way that the design of those seeds could possibly happen by chance. It was designed, from the beginning, to do what it does. It is a tree, it does not think, it just does what it was designed to do.
There is only one explanation—a designer. The only possible designer is God.
I see this all over the place through the nature in our yard. I see examples of His handiwork everywhere. The more I slow down and watch, the more evident it becomes. I did not need to travel to the Pyramids or Hawaii to find Him. I have found a level of happiness and satisfaction by finding God in my own backyard. I hope you too can find Him in the most usual of places.
A Day of Honor
I am no soldier.
I have not served our country.
I have not made that type of sacrifice for a cause.
I am a creature of comfort
I too easily serve my own flesh.
I live in the luxury of their blood.
And as I sit here tonight and breathe in the sweet smell of spring, I am humbled by what they have done for me. At peace in my own yard, in perfect weather. I purpose to not take what we have for granted. This is an awesome country. We are free. We are prosperous. We have unlimited potential.
I put into remembrance the price that was paid for me to live a life so grand. 675,000 of them. Many more have continued to be haunted by their experiences. The eloquent words spoken by President Lincoln to a mother who lost her five sons in battle, speaks volumes for the gratitude of such service.
Dear Madam,
I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
Yours very sincerely and respectfully,
Abraham Lincoln.
The only thing I can add is this:
Thank you.
May God bless all those that have paid such a price for the freedom that we enjoy today.
I have had enough
I was mowing the lawn tonight, which I love to do, and I noticed a little louder than usual sound coming from the mower. At a convenient point, I stopped and did a little motor inspection. I had a cracked muffler, and a big crack at that. It was sounding like the muffler was not even attached. I took off my ear protection and yikes, it was loud.
Yesterday, as I was walking around the yard, I noticed one of my trees, a 7-footer, looked a little peaked. The buds had formed, the leaves we out about an inch, but then nothing. All of the other crimson maples were fully leafed out. Had it died?
Earlier this week, some other tree and shrub issues came to light. I had a mature burning bush, a couple of arrowood viburnum, a couple of small river birch, and a four-year old bur oak that died. I have never had that kind of winter kill before.
A few years back, I remember believing that everything I planted would not only survive, but thrive. I made that confession over them all. I had not doubt that they would do just that. And they have. The last couple of years, I planted more trees and shrubs, but did not make the same confession.
Why didn’t I do the same for those? I failed in a very basic principle. Do not forget the Lord. When things are going well, you tend to drift from the those things that bring blessings into your life. You put a little less effort into it, and start taking things for granted. Hey, things are going well, I don’t need anything else.
Tell me, when you are working and things are going great, aren’t you proud of yourself? Look at what I did! Anyone else need my help? I have all the answers! You get all nice and puffed up, just prime pickings for the big burst.
So, that’s it! I am done yo-yo-ing with those things of the Lord. I will be more purposeful to give thanks to Him in ALL things. I know the blessings I have are from Him. I know I would not be where I am today without Him. I purpose to give Him the glory and honor in everything I do. Amen.