It Matters How You Live

Posted by on Jan 27, 2015 in Thinking | 2 comments

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Last year at this time Darryl and I had our pastor on speakerphone around the kitchen table. I was recovering from a bad bout of postpartum depression and struggling to put my feet forward. Every view of Calvin sent me reeling, it was bizarre. I kept away from him and cocooned in my room, not able to look at him for fear my heart would break.

“I’m longing for heaven so much that I can’t seem to find the point of going on here,” I confessed. I struggled to find value and joy in the here and now. PPD has a way of distorting reality, reasons for joy abounded all around me but all I could feel was crushing grief and despair.

With appropriate treatment, rest and time PPD disappeared. But I’ve continued to wrestle with the temptation to look so much for the final restoration that the I undermine the present. God values this life tremendously, and so must I.

Salvation is the beginning point of giving glory and joy to Him, but what does He want from me after that? What opportunities do I have right now to grow closer to Christ and bring Him glory? We know our body is a tent (“for in this tent we groan, longing to put on our heavenly dwelling” 2 Cor. 5:2), but are we just “doing time in the tent until we get heaven?” (Colin Smith).

Colin Smith, an gifted expositor, preached a sermon about the opportunities we have right now in the body, that we won’t have in heaven. We tend to focus on the challenges of life now and look forward to the opportunities of glory. But what about the reverse?

There is a challenge in glory. 2 Corinthians 5:10 tell us: “For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may receive what is due for what he has done in the body, whether good or evil.” This includes believers. So while we know that we will never be condemned if in Christ, our lives will still be laid out and judged. And all that is worthless will be burned up and all that has eternal value will be treasure laid up in heaven.

Not only is there a challenge in glory, but there is also opportunity here on earth that we won’t have in heaven. Here are ten things you have the opportunity to glorify God with right now, that you won’t have an opportunity to do in heaven:

Prayer: God is delighted when we come to Him. But prayer is something we will only have now in the body, you will not need to pray in the presence of Jesus.

Believe: Believing when we have not seen and do not understand is faith. In heaven, faith will be sight and you will not have the opportunity to trust things you cannot see.

Courage: The only courage needed will be the courage in this world because there are no dangers in the presence of Jesus.

Resist Sin: All battling with temptation is done now, there is no sin in presence of Jesus. It is a short battle, and an opportunity here and now to bring glory to Him.

Trust God: Trust Him now in what you do not understand; there will be no such situations in the presence of Jesus when all things will be made known.

Shine in Dark Places: Shine now as a light where God has put you in this world. There will be no dark places in the presence of Jesus in heaven.

Bearing Witness: Testifying to the glory of his name is only done here in the body, there are no lost people in heaven.

Give Comfort and Compassion: Now is the time we have the opportunity to extend ourselves for the cause of Christ, showing his love to our neighbors. There will be no hurting ones in heaven or those that need comfort.

Give Sacrificially: The only laboring in which you can extend yourself is what you do in this life. There are no sacrifices in heaven, the saints are resting from their labors. The only place you can push outside of your comfort zone and give sacrificially is here.  In heaven you will have all things.

Press on, eagerly and with joy. This is a short journey, one of great value no matter how much has been lost. Bring glory to Him, the one who desires us to be with Him forever. “Lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal” (Matt 6:20).

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Monday Thoughts and Futile Ways

Posted by on Dec 1, 2014 in Thinking | 1 comment

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I sat in church, knowing the sermon was true, that the words were what I needed to hear (God’s Word always is). But it was like the words couldn’t get past my brain and into my heart. We were sitting in the balcony, there was no legroom, I felt like I needed theater glasses to see the minister and we were late due to tipped over bowl of baby cereal and a clothing disaster.

I get so used to God’s constant grace, His gift of making me alive to Him and His Word that when my original coldness seeps into my life it is disconcerting. Our natural posture to the Word is one of deflection. This realization humbled me–He takes people like me (in deflect mode) and transforms me into something growing and living–ready to receive grace and truth.

Last night I prayed with one of our kids who’s learning what self-control is (and causing me to learn patience). We prayed for God to transform our hearts to hearts of flesh rather than hearts of stone. “I get it!” she said. “After church I had a brownie and ice cream. The brownie was hard and the ice cream was soft. My heart needs to be like the ice cream.”

Not exactly a pulpit analogy but it made perfect sense in her world.

Last night we heard a sermon on the call to be holy (1 Peter 1). Given my out-of-sort demeanor (okay, grumpiness) from the day I wasn’t feeling any victory or desire in this area. (It was as if my husband wasn’t getting my needs, i.e. that he should do everything and let me cocoon on the couch with my book, reasonable, right? Sometimes the reality of the constant needs of five kids makes me want to put my head under my pillow, but I digress.) As the Word was preached these words jumped out to me (bolded).

Therefore, preparing your minds for action, and being sober-minded, set your hope fully on the grace that will be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ. As obedient children, do not be conformed to the passions of your former ignorance, but as he who called you is holy, you also be holy in all your conduct, since it is written,“You shall be holy, for I am holy.” And if you call on him as Father who judges impartially according to each one’s deeds, conduct yourselves with fear throughout the time of your exile, knowing that you were ransomed from the futile ways inherited from your forefathers, not with perishable things such as silver or gold, but with the precious blood of Christ, like that of a lamb without blemish or spot. He was foreknown before the foundation of the world but was made manifest in the last times for the sake of you who through him are believers in God, who raised him from the dead and gave him glory, so that your faith and hope are in God.

The “passions of former ignorance” don’t have to spectacular public displays but usually are insidious sins such as discontent, envy, lack of joy, a complaining spirit. Am I being conformed by former passions? Or am I alive to the new passions and desires he has planted in me?

After all, I am ransomed from futile ways that have been passed down to me in our fallen humanity. But am I living as if I’ve been ransomed?

Praise God that I am not ransomed because I’ve proven myself worthy or good enough (I can’t stand on that leg too long) but rather only because of the worthiness of the blood of Christ, the spotless lamb. And because of this my hope is in God (not me) and I can go to Him this week and ask him to give me a heart “soft like ice-cream” that is ready to receive His word and allow His power to transform my days from general complaint to specific praise. 

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We See You, Calvin

Posted by on Nov 27, 2014 in Calvin | 1 comment

This post was originally published at Not Alone.

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November 24, 2014. You turned five while the rain sang on the windows and the sun hid its face. You were hidden too–seizures were fierce; we held you close as your body twitched and eyes stared wide. “Happy birthday!” and flaming candles filled the room, we guessed you’d want us to celebrate for you.

What I want you to know, Calvin, is that we see you. All of us, dad and mom, your three sisters and brother. Seizures can’t hide you from us, we just wait til they pass and we get you back. Disability doesn’t deter us–we look in your eyes, lay close to your body and feel your breath on our cheeks. We see you, dear boy.

Evie sees you when she  puts a pen in your hand that doesn’t work and helps you to draw. She sees you as she sits by you for hours carefully setting the pen up in your hand, waiting for your slightest movement. She sees your masterpieces in the scribbles. She sees your care as she nestles into your arms seeking comfort after a bad day.

Noah sees you, your longing for adventure. When he places lego ninjas in your hands and carries you along on adventures, he sees your excitement and trusts your creativity as he fills in your parts of the story. He sees your need for boy whirlwinds as he circles your chair round and round in the living room.

Sophie sees you as she places your hands on the piano keys. She holds you carefully and knows you’d play if you could, she guesses you don’t mind her moving your hands along the keys. And by your grin, I think she’s right. She pushes your chair close to the piano as she practices, she sees your love for beat and rhythm and joy.

Violet sees you. She sees your need for happiness as she pushes her little baby hands on your cheeks and says “hi!”. She knows you want her around, you want to feel her close.

Daddy sees you. When he comes home and rubs his scratchy beard on your cheek, he sees a little boy wanting love and a little horseplay. He looks past your shaking and melts from your crying, he sees you, his little boy who wants to be protected, kept, love. He doesn’t see a burden, he sees the gift of you.

I see you. When I care for you day after day, I see more than the med syringes, diapers, trachs and feeding tubes. You are my son and so much more than the needs that define your body. Given the chance I know you’d be getting into mischief, begging for one more story and getting into your brother’s legos. I know you are more than what can be seen.

And even more, your Creator and Redeemer sees you. He knows every part of you, your every desire, idiosyncrasy of character, the things that you find funny, your soft spirit. We get glimpses of you but He knows you fully, doesn’t He?

And that’s the wonder. Your soul is not hindered by a neurological disorder, there is no boundary too wide for Jesus to cross. There is no little lamb too impaired for Jesus, the more broken, the more eager His shepherd hands reach for you. The tighter he binds you up and keeps you close.

Your eyes have lost their sight but His eyes will never lose sight of you. 

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Three Years?!

Posted by on Nov 18, 2014 in Family | 1 comment

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It’s been three years since Noah’s open heart surgery at U of M. He’s doing well although there is a 50% chance he’s facing open heart surgery in his teens again. Last week we celebrated both birthdays of our November boys, we do not take either of lives for granted. They are a gift.

Noah’s wit, creativity and tender heart bless us every day. At the moment he is intent on becoming an archaeologist and frequently can be found debating the importance of this career with his sisters. His drawings of Lego guys and ninjas fill the refrigerator, scraps in my purse and notes by my bedside.

The other day I ran downstairs quickly in black leggings and a black top, “Mom! Where did you get that ninja suit?” he asked, thoroughly impressed.

This is a video we made after his surgery, it makes me teary to see all the Lord has brought us through.

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Fill Your Mind

Posted by on Nov 12, 2014 in Thinking | 2 comments

Woman Reading the Bible.

Bible reading is one of the most fruitful things I can do in my day but often it’s a struggle for me to be consistent. I’m tempted to live off the understanding I already have, the applications already found, and call it good. I attempt to live off of yesterday’s “bread”. Jesus addressed this:

“It is the Spirit who gives life; the flesh is no help at all. The words that I have spoken to you are spirit and life” (John 6:63).

The words. 

Know this: every day we are being sent a thousand messages, compliments of our sinful heart and the world around us. Sin poisons and its only anecdote is Jesus. Even if we are saved, sin will have dominion over us if we don’t live according to the Spirit, i.e. we live according to our flesh. Each day we’re blasted by a thousand messages, the only way to confront and filter them is to consistently have God’s Word intercepting and telling us the truth.

Don’t know what I’m talking about?

Mmmkay, let’s start in the bathroom. You get up, hop into the shower. Inwardly sigh at your figure in the mirror, it looks more like the “before” picture of transformations. Your flesh tells you that you must be more.Being in Christ is not enough (at least in this you argue) and this is certainly not what David had in mind when he proclaimed we are fearfully and wonderfully made.

Make your way to the kitchen. Stacks of dishes are packed high and by the time you’ve kissed all the loveys out the door, you close the door and face a place that looks like a decent whirlwind just made its way through. This is so mundane. Wasn’t I made for more? Anybody can scrub floors and pack lunches. And this craving that society and our hearts has woven deep in us finds it’s way to our minds, bubbling discontent all over.

Pay a few bills, note the low balance left, let your mind wander to that modern farmhouse house of the young couple (definitely younger than you). Why do other people have it easier? How on earth can they live in a house like that? Whispers of resentment fill you, whispers sent to make you distrust God, distrust his love for you. Whispers that want to make you and stuff the center instead of God. It’s the age old trick.

Oh, lookey here, in the check-out line. You may not have realized it but you do now–you can hardly be a desirable woman (mercy, I’ve never met anybody this side of Photoshop that looks like that) and you most definitely are a yawn! in the bedroom. But don’t worry, get this magazine and join all the people have sizzling experiences every single day. Thanks, Cosmopolitan–so helpful. And fall trends? I’m guessing the winter bin that I just hauled up from the basement isn’t quite what they have in mind. All that talk about inner beauty fades into murky irrelevance.

Defeat and it’s only noon.

There’s a reason we are told to put on armor–the world is not our friend and faith doesn’t happen by osmosis. Our faith is strengthened only when we immerse ourselves with Him. His Word. His Spirit. While walking in the Word and Spirit, He equips us to deflect those arrows meant to deflate our joy and security in Christ. And Satan knows, the more he can pop that balloon, the more we will be just a shadow of the witness Christ has called (and equips) us to be.

Are we believing the lies spread thick everywhere–in our heart, the supermarket, blogs? Am I an easy target because I’m not in the Word? Are we wallowing in insecurity because we don’t understand (or want) security in Jesus? We can give those insecurities over to the cross. I need to repent and go forward leaning heavily on the One from whom all our meaning and value originate. Lord, I feel consumed with myself. What I am, what I am not. I’m seduced by the lies of my mind and the world. Set my mind on You, the only source of Truth. Forgive me, make me to walk in Your ways. Give me life according to Your Word. 

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He Gives More

Posted by on Nov 10, 2014 in Perspective | 2 comments

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I  hustled through the aisles at Meijer, a local grocery store, doing a desperately fast grocery run. A crowd was headed my way for dinner and I had no choice but to get a few last minute extras with baby in tow. She gives me about 10 minutes before I need to start passing crackers into her little birdie mouth; if I break a stride everyone in the store knows.

So there I was, tossing the tortillas in the cart when I stopped in my tracks. It was an old Bryan Adams song, Back to You, that stopped me and took me back. Immediately I felt deja vu, no longer was I thirty-three shopping with my fifth baby. For a moment I was seventeen all over again, feeling the same desires, remembering the life I was searching for, the one that would make me happy. The only thing missing was my friend and my 90’s “Cool Breeze” sweatshirt.

I scrounged in my purse, fished for a cracker (10-minute mark) and popped it in Violet’s mouth. I was startled by the clarity of those memories. Almost nothing I’d dreamed of has actually happened. There were no purple Jeep trips to Colorado, no marriage to the guys we thought, no fantastic careers. Had I not arrived? At all?

That night, we all cozied up in our small, still-not-fixed-up home. I pushed meds into Calvin’s feeding tube while my friend, Allyson (former Bryan Adams fan, I’m sure she’d want me to say that) was busy making sure her son wasn’t scarfing all the toys from our house into his pockets. Our babies were playing by the steps, making escape attempts. Darryl sat on the couch, exhausted from a busy week at work, Bud was feeding their three littles. More dear friends from our lives in Cambodia joined us for dinner and fellowship.

The house was bursting at the seams. And so was my heart. 

Almost nothing of what I’d dreamed of has come true. And I remember those desire so fervently, I could taste them. Really.

But God has given me more. He’s changed almost every desire of my heart. He’s given me things I thought were curses and turned them into some of the deepest joys of my life. He’s not withheld pain, sacrifice–in short, bearing our cross, but His purpose is good.

That’s the thing with being a Christian, there is nothing, NOTHING, in our lives that is not material for God to work with. Material that he uses to transform us, to change us from level of glory to another. Take all your failures, desires (good and bad), goals and surrender them to the Cross. You will get something much better in return.

He may not give you the gifts you think you need. He may not fill your life with the realization of dreams you’ve had, but it’s only because He has something better in mind. Can you see that?

How can we be sure? Because He gave his best, his nearest and dearest (Jesus!) to us–folks who saw no beauty in him, who rejected Him. He is so intent on us beholding the beauty of this gift, he will do whatever it takes to get our eyes to see Jesus. And as we turn and look at this gift, this divinity and humanity on the cross, the Spirit strives in our hearts. Changing our desires, filling us with longing for Him, forever re-directing our lives.

He gives us more (even when it feel less…)

more than dreams (real, real hope and beauty)

more than gifts (they only point to Him)

God give us Himself (and then there is life).

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Does Guilt Lace Your Dreams?

Posted by on Oct 21, 2014 in The Way I See It | 1 comment

Guilt feelings plague many special needs parents. Guilt that we are not doing enough, guilt when we are too tired to do one more therapy session and pick up a book instead. Even deeper, fear that we caused our kid’s disability. Irrational. Out of our hands. But real.

I would often have “guilt-flashbacks” during the first two years of Calvin’s life. I wrote about them to survive, to process, to remind me of the truth.IMG_0365

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Sometimes the visits catch me off guard. Just when I think I’ve said good-bye to it, it comes back.

It came again last week in the middle of the night. I woke up disoriented with my heart racing in my chest. The moonlight made its way through the mesh curtain and gave a muted glow to Calvin’s silhouette. My hand found its way to his chest and I waited for it to rise and fall. His little body moved quietly, breathing in and out, in and out.

The familiar screen-roll began to play, uninvited and impossible to stop. That’s when I know the visitor is back.

Guilt.

The rewind of my pregnancy started, pausing at each possible thing I could have done wrong. Something drastic enough that could rob a little boy of his life. Something drastic enough to fill our lives with the words a parent never wants to hear: microcephaly, brain damage, spasticity, developmental delay, brain differences. The weight of responsibility overwhelms and the grief overpowers.

My eyes closed and searched for sleep, for relief, but all I could see was a woman, pregnant. And she looked an awful lot like me.

The rewind slowed and I could see myself taking care of Evie, all covered in a rash. That’s it, I should have stayed away. I should have washed my hands better. I should have…

I saw myself running up and down the steep stairs a hundred times a day. I did too much. I should have taken it easy. And I want to tell her, “Walk up the stairs. Stop running!” But time gone by doesn’t listen and the woman I see keeps running up and down the stairs.

Darryl stirred beside me in bed and I remembered his words, “Don’t go down that road, Kara. It’s a road full of lies and leads to nowhere.”

But the rewind continued even though I wanted so badly to turn it off. It started to swirl more quickly and the accusations came faster,  “Medication. Surely it was medication you took.”  “Cambodia? Pregnant in Cambodia? How irresponsible!” I find myself beaten down by this visitor, Guilt, he’s no friend.

The doctor’s questions accused me, “Did you take drugs during this pregnancy?” He looked at me over his glasses waiting for my reply. And I wanted to weep. Nothing could have been further from the truth.

The screenplay jumped ahead and I found myself in the neurologist’s office with a six-month old boy in my arms. “It’s not your fault,” she said. She sighed feeling the heaviness in the room, “This is so rare, the chances of it happening are…” and she paused, “I don’t even want to tell you the chances because you’ll feel singled out, one in a million.”

Darryl woke up and saw me, and he knew. He knew the visitor was here. “It’s not your fault,” he whispered. And again, “It’s not your fault.”

The screenplay halted. My eyes watched our little boy sleeping peacefully and I rubbed my hand through his soft hair. “I’m sorry, Calvin. So sorry.” And all the while in my heart I cried, “Take this Lord, it’s too heavy for me.”

Somehow sleep found me again, wrapped in my husband’s warm arms with eyes closed. All of us lying in the muted moonlight and filling the air with quiet breaths, in and out. In and out.

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I’ve come a long ways but still feel guilt at unpredictable times. Like picking up my kids at school and watching the pre-K class running to grab their backpacks. And he’s not there with them. He’s at home in his wheelchair or laying on his bed with breathing machines. It kicks me in the gut, this guilt. How can we live with it?

I write about it in Living With Guilt.

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