CELEBRATE This Week: LXXVII
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Did you know taking a road trip with four kids is not for the feint of heart? Taking a road trip with a couple of kids who get a little anxious when one parent is gone is definitely not for the feint of heart. Taking a road trip with a couple of kids who are still learning self-control and have an even harder time regulating their emotions when feeling anxious is only for the very brave (and maybe a little crazy).
People were praying for us. I’m happy to report no one busted out of the van, ran across four lanes of traffic screaming, “Help me! Save me!” No one kicked a hole in the wall. No one punched anyone else. No one refused to go to bed. No one threw a fit.
Make no doubt, prayer is powerful.
I posted this photo on Instagram —
With this little note —
Right now I’m thankful to have a God who heals. Look at them, playing and imaging and inventing and creating a whole wide make believe world. If you were sitting next to me on this screened-in porch, in the tree tops, you’d hear birds and fish splashes and giggles, but no fights. It’s never too late to reclaim childhood.
There’s this story in scripture of a woman who battled sickness for 12 years. She was desperate, spending all of her money on doctors who could not heal her. She is in a crowd and Jesus is ahead of her. She bumps between the bodies of people scrambling and shoving. She reaches out for his garment, believing if she simply touches the fabric on his cloak she will be healed. I imagine her fingers brushing his hem. She is healed instantly and Jesus stops, looks around, and asks who touched him. I bet all the bustling paused in that moment. The woman fell before Jesus, her heart patters, she tells the whole truth. He says, “Your faith has made you well; go in peace and be healed.”
Our kids are too much for me to handle. Not only are there four of them, but their needs are great. When you spend a childhood without a forever family, it’s a process to learn to be secure. Here’s the truth of the matter:
When I think about that woman all dusty and worn out and at the end of her rope, she still reaches out. She still fights with all she has. She still clings to hope. She doesn’t give up.
This is how we overcome the events that have happened to us. We don’t have to allow the hard to define us. We don’t have to give the unfair and the wrong and the unjust a foothold in our lives. Rather, we reach out in faith and allow healing to happen.
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I shouldn’t be surprised that once again Slice of Life gave me more than I expected. Since I preposted all of my vintage slices, I didn’t have the pressure (err, guilt) to blog. It opened up quite a bit of space for me to work on other writing.
Listening to Christine Cain’s podcast this week, I was reminded that we shouldn’t ever stay in the same place. I realized this is true for my blogging life. I’m trying to hold on to the way I’ve blogged for the last 13 years and am learning instead of helping me as a writer it is hindering me.
So, today I turned my Instagram account from private to public. It is a place where I collect gritty celebrations and genuine stories. It is a place I document my radical faith. Will you follow me there?
Of course I won’t turn away from blogging. I am thankful we come together to celebrate each week. I’m simply taking the undue pressure and unreasonable expectations off of myself. I’ll continue to collect stories throughout the week on Instagram and I’ll keep blogging here once a week.
It is such a simple solution. I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to figure it out!