This week you get a double dose of throwbacks. Today it is MacGyver, tomorrow…you’ll just have to come back and see!
|Here I am with Erika & Kendall. ( Yes I am blonde in this pic ). They are two of my armpit buddies.|
I know you are all wondering what in the world this post will be about. I’ll cut to the chase. I got to talk to one of my best friends today. Her name is Erika & she lives in Haiti. It was so nice to catch up and really let her in to all the things going on in deep inside.
Amazing how powerful the simple act of letting people in is. Sharing with them the unimpressive, broken and humiliating parts of you. Not just telling them, but allowing them to get in there with you & hold you up. Much like Aaron & Moses. Moses was tired, but Aaron held his arms up until the battle was won.
That is what true community does. They get in there & support you when the battle feels like too much. We love the idea of being vulnerable and supporting each other. It is an idea often talked about but rarely done. The reason for that is quite simple. For someone to hold me up, really hold me up, they would have to support me under my arms. In the armpits.
For someone to support me I will have to be incredibly vulnerable. If I want to support someone else, I will have to be selfless and get in there. Into the sticky, smelly, and gross parts.
I have to let go of hiding my weakness. I have to let go of feeling impressive and embrace my need.
My guess is that most of us have lost battles. Perhaps a battle with sin, fear, discouragement, a battle in marriage… In my life I can tell you a key to whether I won or lost a fight was directly related to my allowing someone to hold me up.
If you are in a fight, let someone in. They can’t hold you up by your smile or your manicured nails. Let them hold you up under your arms. Tell them the ugly bits. Confess the sin you are embarrassed by. Admit the failures that haunt you. Be unimpressive. Need God more than you need an image.
Loose your shame & win your battles.
|Yep, there I am in Paris. I’m the one in the middle of the human pyramid. That baby is my eldest when she was 10 months old.|
|No, that’s not Sarah. That’s my daughter & I after an Easter confetti fight.|
I have a sister.
Queen Victoria would have hated me. She wouldn’t have liked you either. We have two opposing ways of thinking. Victoria once said this:
“…We are not interested in the possibilities of defeat…”
Sorry, old girl, I have to disagree. I am way too interested in the possibility of defeat. In fact, it is the thing I am most interested in.
If the girl in the photo were Queen Victoria, she would have been confident. I can’t wait for this ship to come in! It is going to be a fantastic journey. Better than I imagined. I’ve got my picnic basket & I’m ready to go!
If I were the girl in the photo, I would have been getting all wound up. What if the ship doesn’t come? Or what if it sinks? Then I’ll be stranded & all I have is this stupid picnic basket. I can’t survive on that. Do I have enough money? If this ship goes down, I’m gonna need some money to bribe a way into a lifeboat. I hope I bought travel insurance. Where is this stupid ship? Anybody have an Advil?
I think of the potential failure rather than the potential victory. So do most of my friends. What if I date this guy and it doesn’t work out? What if I move and I don’t like it? If I risk and fail then everyone will know. I will be so humiliated. What if I have a baby & turn out to be a horrible mom?
The ‘what ifs ‘ are endless. We so quickly focus on all that could go wrong. We dream in muted colors for fear that our boldness may be too much. We sing on silent in case we are off tune. We love in controlled spurts so that we don’t get brokenhearted. Our obedience to God is in small increments because we are afraid of burning out.
Queen Victoria would not have invited me over for horseback riding & tea. She wouldn’t have liked my thinking. To be honest, I don’t like my thinking either. There is no joy in focusing on possible defeat.
Sure, I could step out and fall completely on my face. I could be a complete failure. My decisions could be all wrong. There is a large chance that I won’t measure up.
Or maybe it could go the other way. I could have a victory. I might love it. I could be better than I thought I was.
Either way, I know this. God will be with me. If I face defeat, He will pick me up & carry me back into the race. If I see victory, He will celebrate with me. God is the one who sustains my heart.
When my eyes are fixed on Him, I am no longer interested in defeat.
Thanks for the reminder Vicki. I’d love to grab tea sometime.
Well, it is time to wrap up my week of Mother’s Day posts. What better way than to tell you things my own mother taught me. Mama, you are the best!!!
1. Say ‘Yes’ To Jesus Always – I saw my mom spend time with Jesus every day. I looked in her Bible which was marked all over with my name next to different verses. I knew she prayed for me. Jesus always came first. When God spoke to my parents about moving to Siberia in the early 90s, my mom’s response was ‘yes’. Her response to Jesus is always ‘yes’.
2. Flirt With Your Husband Every Day- I don’t think I have ever seen a marriage as fantastic as my parents. They love each other. Every day growing up they would flirt, hold hands and tell us kids how much they loved the other. It brought such security and taught me how to love my husband. Not just the ‘for better or worse’ kind of love. The ‘leave you notes throughout the house/ a sweet message on the answering machine/ a love note written on the mirror in lipstick’ kind of love.
3. Let your kids be kids. When I was a kid , I was really a kid. I made forts, had lemonade stands, got poison ivy, had mud fights with friends, and imagined fantastic adventures. I was allowed to act my age. Unlike other kids, I wasn’t pressured to excel at a sport at age 10, keep perfectly clean or be at the top of my class. I had to work hard & finish what I started, but I didn’t have to be the best. I was free to be a kid.
4. Make Home The Best Place To Be There were always people in and out of my house as a kid. Visiting missionaries, people my mom was discipling, or our friends. Our house was a fun place for people to come. In fact, once in high school, I came home one evening to find my friend Stephen sitting in the living room hanging out with my parents. People just wanted to be there.
5. Cook Dinner & Eat Together My mom made dinner every night & our family ate breakfast and dinner together until we graduated high school. It might sound prehistoric, but my family is closer than any other family I know.
6. Never Leave The House Without Lipstick My mom isn’t obsessed about her appearance . She didn’t criticize the way she looked and talk about what she needed to change. But, my mother always looks pretty. She always puts on lipstick & fixes her hair. She understands the importance of having groomed eyebrows. Thanks mom for teaching me to take care of myself.
7. Honor Your Parents My mom does a great job of loving her parents. She is a great daughter…I think she learned that one from me…
8. Always Make A Plan My mom always has a plan. She knows the details and probably has several version of her plan should something not go as expected. Real Simple would be blown away at her organizational skills. Sadly, this was not an inherited gene.
9. Always Be Up For Adventure Once when I was in high school I really wanted to get a dress for Easter. We drove around my hometown and couldn’t find anything. It was early afternoon & I threw out the idea of driving to Austin ( which was 2 hrs away ) to shop there. So, she called my dad & told him he was on his own for dinner. Down to Austin we went. We spent the late afternoon dress shopping ( I did get a pink dress from Banana Republic & I STILL have it) then grabbed a nice dinner before heading home. Moments like that are priceless. Be up for the adventure.
10. Do What You Can We didn’t have a lot of resources growing up, but my mom always did whatever she could. I remember sitting in the back seat with my brother driving home with my mom from the grocery store. Along the way we passed a woman on the side of the road who was obviously quite poor. My mom pulled over & gave the lady all the groceries we had just bought. My mom taught me what it is to love others.
I can’t tell you what an honor it is to have her as my mom. I love her with every ounce of my being & want to be her when I grow up. Thank you mom!!!