What you should wear today…

I tried it on and it worked. Worked like magic.

The kids were happier, more obedient. My husband walked in the door and immediately noticed. Within minutes he was grinning ear to ear, strong arms around me, insisting I was gorgeous. The cashier at the grocery store smiled wide, asked about my day. Strangers noticed, smiled at me, men and women alike.  I half expected all the neighborhood cats and dogs to follow me down the street on my run. Every time I put it on the world around me changed for the better.

You know what it is right?

A smile.  

No joke: Try it. Not in a fake way, but in a faith way.  Simply discipline yourself, by faith, to smile at your day, knowing this is the day the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it (Ps 118:24)Meditate on God’s goodness, count your thousand gifts, practice gratitude out loud, and make your face smile.  At strangers, at the cashier, at your kids, and certainly at your husband.

Of all the people in the world, Christians should smile the most. Why?

We most certainly have the most to be thankful for. And we most certainly have the most to give.

Your smile is a grace-gift to the world. They may not deserve it, certainly haven’t earned it, but it’s something you can always freely give.

Try it, right now. Practice. Go ahead. Stretch it out wide across your face and thank God for this day. Then give it as a grace-gift to the next person you see. 

{Thanks for reading.}

When all you know is Him.

I clicked the site and started looking. 

The website had been forbidden, off-limits for me until now. If you’ve ever known house-searching obsession you know the one:

RMLS.

Part of letting our house-dream die was committing to quitting the search. The mortgage-rate checking and the browsing through homes for sale.  All throughout the year there had been many homes we’d found, fell in love with, then lost as they all sold before ours did. So I quit the search altogether and for the past month didn’t go on the forbidden site a single time.  It was just a simple way for me to tangibly keep my eyes on Jesus and not circumstances. (And it was SO helpful — a life lesson to be sure.)

So when ours was pending, I carefully navigated my way onto the site, expecting, in all honesty, to find a miraculous jewel of a house all specially picked out for us.  Somehow I figured that “by faith” if I waited then God would have some dream-house listed for a dime.

Nope. 

No dream-houses and certainly none for a dime. All the ones we’d thought decent were now pending as well. None of our previous interests were still on the market.

Hmm…

We drove around Monday night, got the kids an ice cream cone, and passed by dreary run-down house after dreary run-down house.  (Mind you, we don’t mind a little fixing and face-lifting but we’re not spending God’s money on a house about to fall down!) Hmm… We drove back home, put the kids to bed, and fell into our own bed, exhausted.

As we sat and prayed Jeff remarked, “This is the only time this entire year that we haven’t had a plan.” Funny how we both felt strangely happy about it. We always had some sort of plan this past year, and now … none. I leaned over and smiled, “We don’t know anything, but we know Him.  He’s all we need to know.” 

On the one hand, it really doesn’t matter. Our kids will be happy wherever, we’ll be happy wherever. On the other hand, I want whatever story God wants to write. I want His fingerprints. I want whatever it is that will tell the world, “Our God is so good!” As Joy said yesterday in Bible study, “God is not pleased when we perform for Him, He’s pleased when He performs for us.”

I want whatever story will show how cool God is. How He always performs for His kids. I don’t know how that will look, it might just look like Him giving us grace and peace in the middle of limbo. It might mean providing some big cool thing, it might not. But whatever it looks like, it’ll look like Him.  

That’s what I’m looking for.

{Can you see His fingerprints on your story today? Are you looking for Him? He’s all we really need to know, amen? Thanks for reading.} 

 

 

And just when you least expect it … it sells.

Of all God’s magnificent attributes, perhaps His sense of humor delights me the most.

He’d shown me that even the dreams He gives must die. The house-sell dream had died. Was dead. So dead that when I left the house on Friday for a weekend away with my dear group of mentor girls, I didn’t even bother to clean.

Read again: did not clean.

For 90 showings I had cleaned this house ’til I was dripping sweat. I had smoothed beds and walked around the vacuum lines and put out fresh fruit and wiped off smudges and made appliances shine. I had shoved toys under beds and put baskets of laundry in the back of my car.  We busted our tails showing this house for a year.

Then I ran off to my mentor retreat without so much as wiping down counters. (It’d been a full week!)

Jeff threw the house in order for one last-minute showing on Saturday, then early Sunday he was out the door for a 16-hour workday.  So when I finally checked my messages on Sunday, when the retreat was over, you can imagine my surprise when I returned a voicemail message to an agent, apologizing that I’d missed her call requesting to see the house.

She responded, a smile in her voice: “Oh no, I’m sorry we missed you.  We already came and wrote an offer!”

My jaw dropped. You came? We didn’t even know. My mind ran ahead, “Were the beds made? Was there underwear on the floor?” (I later found the answer to both was no.)

Yes, that is how the story goes. We countered, they countered, and last night we accepted their offer.

Sale Pending.

Of course nothing’s certain. These things do fall through sometimes, but it IS a sweet kiss from our God and has my eyes and heart brim-full and laughing a little at his sweet sense of humor. This morning I looked around the house and had to shake my head at all the “imperfections” — spotted mirrors and dirty floor. Breakfast skillet still on the stove.  Dutch’s schoolwork on the fridge, all the “un-show-worthy” items I usually tuck away.

I had to wonder if maybe all the imperfections are lovely after all …

Maybe life’s more beautiful when it’s just a bit messy?

Lovely-mess. Lovlimess. (The new word I’ll coin to describe my life.)

Maybe to the buyers fingerprints mean fun? Maybe to them laundry loads mean love?

We didn’t even know they were coming — had no time to prepare …

Maybe just letting people into our lives, as-is, is more attractive than anything else?

The mundane, ordinary world, the details of daily life never cease to whisper their lessons to us, don’t they?

Grace and authenticity are beautiful. The lovely-mess.

Here’s to spots on the mirror. To lovlimess. Your slightly spotted life is beautiful grace — invite the world to walk on in.

{Thanks for reading and HOORAY!}

 

A year's journey … continues

Fun to revisit these thoughts from this time last year …

the beginning of a journey.

I don’t even know where to start; God is SO amazing.  Of course this story doesn’t start with me, it starts with God, but how fun is it when He decides to write us into His story in just a tiny little way. As you know, God has been rocking my world through several things–mostly through reading The Hole in Our Gospel, by Richard Stearns the president of World Vision (now available on paperback here). And also, in a related way, through a couple documentaries which revolutionized the way I see food production, genetic engineering, and its impact on developing countries. It’s amazing how everything is related. Now, I certainly do not claim to be an expert on poverty, food production, or on anything for that matter (other than my own selfishness–-I’m pretty much the expert on that), but I feel like God has opened my eyes to a world of hurt and need and pain and sorrow that, I am ashamed to admit, I simply did not see.

Tonight at church we watched a video, and in the background played Brooke Fraser’s song about Rwanda: “Now that I have seen, I am responsible.”  And here is the cool thing about God–-He only reveals to us what graces us to handle, and He only calls us to what we’re capable of doing.  He doesn’t ask us to give what we don’t have, just what we do have. He doesn’t call us to change the world, He just calls us to obey when we hear His voice.

Just to obey when we hear His voice.

So we heard His voice.

All week, for whatever reason, Jeff and I just felt discouraged.  The kids were both sick, Jeff was swamped with work to do, I had a 3-day migraine that just wouldn’t leave me alone–it was just one of those weeks. Friday came and it rained, so Jeff and Dutch spent the afternoon playing trains, and I ignored the dirty house and curled up with The Hole in our Gospel. Well, thankfully I have a wonderful husband who took the initiative to bathe our children and put them to bed, because I didn’t put it down until 8pm that night when I read the final page.  Jeff came into our room. “Have you been crying?” He asked.  ”Of course I have,” I responded.  I held up the book, closed my eyes and shook my head.  Of course I had been crying.  How can we read the horrors of poverty, disease, exploitation, and not weep? I know you all have been there. When the reality of the sorrow in this world is revealed, for what it really is, all we can do sometimes is grieve.

“What are we doing?”

I took some time to pray and think and Jeff went ahead (he wasn’t quite finished with the book), and read some more.  Then we met back up to talk about what we would do.

Now that we have seen we are responsible.

Here’s what shook me. Really shook me.   I’ve always thought of myself as a faithful giver.  I mean, I’ve been tithing since I was old enough to hold a quarter in my hand (thanks to my parents who put the quarter there!).  We do sponsor children, we do support missionaries, we do make special gifts for different causes.  But what Richard Stearns points out from Scripture, from David’s example and the widow’s two mites, is that it doesn’t matter how much we give, what matters is what it costs.  What matters is our faith.

Our current giving costs us nothing.  The bottom line is our current giving does not require us to live by faithNow, please hear me that God calls all of us to different things.  This is why we CANNOT COMPARE our giving with someone else’s. All we can do is look at ourselves and ask, Does my current giving cost me anything? Does my current giving require me to life by faith? And, it’s worth noting, that this is true of all giving–our time, our talents, and our treasure.  It’s so much bigger than money, but where our treasure is there our heart will be too.

So here I am, sitting in bed, praying, thinking of our budget and our life and I just don’t know what to do.  I’ve laid everything out before the Lord and basically said, “Take it, whatever you want, show us what needs to go. We’ll move to Zambia, we’ll sell our house, we’ll sell a car.  Just show us your will.”

Ok, so, we’re talking and I just keep saying how hard it is to live within this specific culture that God has called us to, without it costing so much that there’s nothing left to give!  We can’t just not have utilities and not buy car insurance–that’s just life in the United States!  And I kept thinking what’s the biggest expense/priority in our life.  By a landslide it’s our house.  In comparison to the rest of our spending, we spend a large portion on our house. More than any other single item.  In fact, it’s 41% of our take home pay (30% of our gross income).  So we’re sitting there and in a moment of silence Jeff says, “What if we determined to give away the same amount we spend on our home? You know, if giving was, even by a penny, the single largest portion of our income.” For a moment I felt like everything stood still.  Then I laughed, “Yeah, that would cost us! That would require faith.  We’d basically be living on less than 18% of a single income.” I calculated the number and laughed some more. It was impossible.  Then shrugged my shoulders, “Well we can work toward it. That really would be cool.”   Jeff rolled over and went to sleep.

Of course I could not sleepOf course I couldn’t get Jeff’s words out of my head.  Of course I could not get Scripture out of my head, images of children out of my head, stories of people who had given up everything they owned to help people in the name of Christ–of course none of that would get out of my head! I flipped on the light and started writing numbers.  To my amazement I realized that if we only spent on life’s absolute essentials–food, gas (significantly limited amount), insurance, utilities (with some conservation), prescriptions and co-pays, and Jeff’s monthly haircut (please do not laugh, this is a necessity if you know how hard it is to cut his hair), then, to my astonishment, it actually was possible.  It would require some cost, and some faith, but I got that unmistakable feeling when you know God is up to something that will change your life.  Then, I crunched a few numbers to see what we could actually do with that money. If we continued to give the exact same amount to our church, without taking a dime away from the work God’s doing there, we’d be able to (are you ready?), sponsor THIRTY-FIVE children. THIRTY FIVE!!!  Through some programs, that’s two whole orphanages!  I about fell out of bed.  Now I don’t know for sure if that’s how God’s leading us, but that helped me to understand the amazing potential!  That is so exciting to me!  Seeing faces–real individual lives made in the image of God, helped me get this all in perspective.

So, then I wrote out a list of the things that didn’t make the cut–savings, house repairs, vacations, retirement, car repairs.  Obviously these things are truly wise and we would consider necessary expenditures.  However, this is so cool.  IF we gave in this way, and because of tax laws for clergy’s housing expenses, we would literally, at the end of the year have ZERO taxable income.  That means that, Lord willing, we would get a sizable tax refund. We could simply commit to tucking that  away for retirement and use for the year’s house repairs, car repairs, emergencies, etc.  Thankfully we already have a Dave Ramsey-inspired emergency savings account, so it’s not as if we were being foolish, failing to have a back-up plan in case of emergency. I don’t believe that’s faith as much as poor planning.

But here is where the story gets fun because it gets personal. We have such a personal God!  Three items I wrote down with question marks were–kids clothes (I certainly don’t need clothes but my kids actually grow out of theirs), toys (yes, I still want my children to have fun things to play with!), and learning/homeschooling materials/books for the kids.  Bottom line? God loves our children more than we do, right?  Well…

So today we talk about this plan, and though we’re 99% sure we want to do it, we commit to pray about it.  We’d start on the 15th, so we have a few weeks to really pray and find out for sure God’s will in this.  So today there’s a clean-up day scheduled and church so Jeff goes to that.  Just as he’s leaving, some people pull in from church and say, “Hey! We have something for you.” They hand him a big bin FULL of kids toy Geotrax (train set), and another FULL of hot wheels cars, trucks, race ramps.  Jeff and I are just laughing, “Um…there’s Christmas!”  Guess I don’t have to worry about toys for my kids.  God knows their favorite kind. Then, I got to church tonight, and as I’m leaving a friend says, “Hey, can you wait? I have something for you.” So I follow her out to the car and she hands me 2 HUGE boxes full of hand-me-down girl clothes from her daughter who is a year older than Heidi.  We’re talking a ton of clothes. So much that I had to call a friend and ask if she wanted to take half because there’s more than I can use.  Guess I don’t have to worry about clothes for my kids. :)  Then, this girl hands me a brand new set of books, shrink wrapped, and she says that they are the reading curriculum that her son uses at his Montessori school.  She knew I was “homeschooling” for preschool and bought me a set for Dutch.  WHAT?!!  Um, I guess I don’t have to worry about books and educational materials for my kids. God knows the best kind out there.

So that was tonight.  I am now sitting in bed, overwhelmed at God’s goodness.  Tonight at church Joel preached the good news of the Gospel:

1As for you, you were dead in your transgressions and sins, 2in which you used to live when you followed the ways of this world and of the ruler of the kingdom of the air, the spirit who is now at work in those who are disobedient. 3All of us also lived among them at one time, gratifying the cravings of our sinful nature and following its desires and thoughts. Like the rest, we were by nature objects of wrath. 4But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, 5made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved. 6And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, 7in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus. 8For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— 9not by works, so that no one can boast. 10For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. (Phil 2:1-10)

God. Has. Been. So. Good.  God’s grace is astounding. We who were dead in our transgressions He has made alive. He has saved us by grace, and that not of ourselves.  We have done nothing to deserve His kindness, but He lavishes it on us be His kindness.  And He we are His, created for good works which God prepared in advance for us to do. That is the good news! We are loved beyond comprehension. And God has marvelous things in store for us.

I do not know all that God has in store, and I don’t share this story to claim to have the answers on giving or to say that anyone else needs to do the same, etc. etc. I am simply sharing one God story, of a gracious God and how He’s leading us right now.  I know that your lives are full of the adventures of following a missional God who is out to share the world His power and glory.  And, if this is all new to you, I invite you to embrace the truth of God’s grace, His finished work on the cross. We can add nothing to it. It is done. Now we simply can slip our hand in His and ask Him what He wants us to do.  I don’t know exactly what that will be, but we’ll do our best, by grace, to obey.

90 house-showings later, we still walk by faith.

Still on the journey, still learning, still overwhelmed by extravagant GRACE.

{What journey are you on, and how can you trust Him for your specific steps today? Thanks for reading…}