Tuesday, November 18, 2014

just a spoonful





Mary Poppins was so right.  Just a spoonful of sugar DOES help the medicine go down.  My spoonful might be Bill Evans on the record player or an episode of Call the Midwife while I fold laundry.

Asher's might be a mask and new Angry Birds Star Wars pajamas. 

Whatever works! 

Monday, November 17, 2014

keep going

as found on someone's FB feed

I've been devouring Charles Swindoll's book on the apostle Paul.  The book is about Paul's life, but really it's about God- just in the framework of Paul's life.   But that's a given considering that all Saul did pre-conversion was kick against God and all he did post-conversion is work tirelessly and diligently for Him, giving all the glory back to Him. 

On this chilly Monday morning, I ran across a good reminder I thought I'd share.  Whether Paul was being wrongly worshipped or stoned by a crowd, he didn't quit and he never forgot his audience.  About this, Swindoll writes, "When you're praised and applauded, don't pay any attention.  And when you're rejected and abused, don't quit.  It wasn't human opinion that called you into the work you're doing.  So don't let human responses or criticisms get you sidetracked.  Keep going."

Whatever you've been called to do, keep going for your audience of One. 

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

efficient love


It's so boring to keep saying how I'm "so busy." 

So boring.  And trite.  I repent. 

While it may be true that I have more things than ever to do, all that I need and what I'm asking of the Lord is efficient diligence that doesn't crowd out wonder, gratitude, and love.  Or, in a more condensed version: wisdom.

May it be the hallmark of our season.  May we take one step at a time, may we simply do the next thing, big or small, difficult or fun, all with great love and purpose. 

Amen. 

Friday, November 7, 2014

happiness doubled by wonder


Our paper grocery bag thanks-giving tree may not be all that outwardly beautiful, but as an exercise and a concept, it has been gorgeous.  One more day in November equals five more leaves offered up, one by each member of this Chaney family.  Eucharisteo! 

"Thanks isn't shallow Pollyanna-ism.  Didn't Chesterton suggest that? 'I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.'"  Voskamp

Monday, November 3, 2014

a rope


"... but in chapel, we need not choose our thoughts.  Our words are... aligned.  Like a rope for us to cling to."  -Sister Monica Joan consoling a distraught midwife who didn't know what to do or say on Heidi Thomas' Call the Midwife.

At All Saint's Eucharist this morning, I sat between Anna Grace and Zeke.  We sang and prayed and clung to that rope together and I am thankful and I am not letting go.

Amen.

O, when the saints... go marchin' in... O, when the saints go marchin' in...


Saturday, November 1, 2014

hope for joys ineffable

"Almighty God, you have knit together your elect in one communion and fellowship in the mystical body of your Son Christ our Lord:  Give us grace so to follow your blessed saints in all virtuous and godly living, that we may come to those ineffable joys that you have prepared for those who truly love you; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who with you and the Holy Spirit lives and reigns, one God, in glory everlasting.  Amen."
-a collect for All Saint's Day from the Book of Common Prayer

We've been missing Dad for 12 years now and I still wonder at how he would laugh with us and strum his guitar and delight in his grandkids and grow even deeper in the Word.  But it's not the end and I'm thankful today- every day but especially today- that death has been overcome in the resurrection of Jesus.

Amen and amen. 

Happy All Saint's Day, friends. 

October 2014: joy recorded, love shared








































"For what is joy if it is not recorded?  And what is love if it is not shared?"
 -Heidi Thomas, creator and writer of Call the Midwife based on the memoirs of Jennifer Worth