Monday, December 31, 2012
Mark this one on the books, people. I have no regrets.
Apparently, it took me a whopping 40 years to submit to God's plan for my life. Looking back on this year of peace, I ask myself, why in the crap did I endure years of turmoil by fighting to control my own choices? Did I really believe I knew what was best for me?
The bad news is, I'm still a hot mess of clay with a mountain of areas He's still molding in me and I'd be lying if I didn't admit that sometimes I crave to be let off the potter's wheel so I can catch my breath, but I'm still spinning.
The good news is, that means He hasn't given up on me and 'He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus' (Phil 1:6), is true.
So I submit. Daily. Because submission does not come naturally to me. But my plan in years past wreaked nothing but havoc.
Here's more good news. Isaiah 61:7 is also true. 'Instead of their shame my people will receive a double portion, and instead of their disgrace they will rejoice in their inheritance; and so they will inherit a double portion in their land, and everlasting joy will be theirs.' Joyce Meyer calls that, "Getting double for your trouble."
I can name several areas of my life where I had to accept the loss of something that in hindsight was unhealthy, but now see where God replaced it at least double with something healthy. Unfortunately, my tendency is to cling to situations that are actually choking me and for my own good, God occasionally weeds my garden. Painful but necessary.
Here's the bottom line. I trust Him in all areas, therefore I submit to Him with a mutual understanding: I understand that He's in control and when He answers "No" to something, it's ultimately for my own good. He understands that I'm still going to insert my own free will and screw things up occasionally but that I'll try super hard to keep those to a minimum. That's called teamwork.
As a result, I'm able to look back at a year without regret and excitedly anticipate the year that lies ahead.
My remembrance of 2012 is a year of emotional freedom, physical health, training and adventure as well as spiritual landmarks and milestones. I committed to walking through any door that God opened for me, was subsequently violently shoved out of my comfort zone on all counts, and survived the frightening spin of the wheel simply by focusing my eyes on the potter. It felt like...joy!
Hopefully, this misshapen lump of clay called Me looks a little different on this last day of the year than it did on the first.
My resolution for 2013 is this: Do it all over again even better. Except maybe this year I'll willingly step out of my comfort zone and instead of waiting for God to swing the doors of opportunity completely open, I'll boldly kick a few down.
Okay, Lord. Let's do this.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Our family has been together for 13 days in a row. When I say 'together' I mean really really together. It started with a van ride to Baltimore, followed by 8 days on a cruise ship, back in the van for the drive home, topped off with Christmas and now we're being hit with a blizzard...8 inches of snow and counting.
Now factor in our Christmas gifts that include a remote control helicopter that doubles as a video camera, a pogo stick, nail gun, juggling torches, unicycle, and a mini Dune Buggy that tops off at 5 mph, which doesn't sound fast until you're being chased through the kitchen and down the hallway.
In the hands of a family who studies Duck Dynasty, that is a recipe for disaster.
If we were to visit 'Christmas Past' I'd be reminded of the year my husband received an air soft pellet gun and accidentally shot my cousin's wife in the leg as they were leaving our home which escalated to him running around the driveway wearing pool goggles, Z's athletic cup, and covering his nipples with his hands while our son shot at him. I put my foot down when I heard him say, "Ok, your turn."
So far, so good. The ping pong table is being assembled, the level of inappropriate humor is on the rise and the house has taken on a frat house vibe, but the 6 of us are miraculously unscathed. So far, there have been no major fights, serious injuries or permanent damage to property. I credit this to God's grace in spite of the complete lack of adult supervision.
As for the side effects we've had on others over the course of the past 2 weeks, I can't say for sure. We can't control everything.
From the looks of it, we're not even close to this being over. So we'll leave this post 'To Be Continued...' Because let's be honest. Things can only go downhill from here.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
"I'm 3 turds on the deck away from going postal."
"If anybody needs butt powder, I've got connections."
"We are really stupid, but we're really funny so that totally cancels out the stupid."
"You can't let your whiteness work against you."
"Let's blame the thong."
"Tapeworm isn't as funny as you might think."
"If we can master the Gagnam Style, we'll be unstoppable."
"It's natural brilliance, so there's nothing I can do to stop it."
"I can't open my eyes wide enough to see my hole."
"I'll dig it out and shove it into a souvenir bag, if you'd prefer."
"That was back in my wild days when bare backing was cool."
"We got nervous and started googling the timing of Rigamortis."
"You fart into one fog machine and all heck breaks loose."
"I don't want to push you out of the moving van, but today it's gonna happen."
"It's not like we found a random deer and threw poop on our car."
"You start the morning off with a suicide story and then wonder why everyone's against you."
We'll leave it with those for now. Stay tuned next time when someone threatens to "take a wet sock and mess you up" because it wouldn't be the Christmas season without the threat of physical violence.