My Fellow Reno Onions

Please!! Lend me your ear. We need a house to rent. Any of you know of one available now or soon? Hook a sister up. We are in need of a four bedroom. We have a lot of freaking kids. Thanks ;)

Psalm 23 is No Joke

Sometimes passages in the Bible can feel mundane. Blasphemer, I know. But I am just being honest.

It's the same as doing anything simply because you are supposed to. Communion, making that cross on your chest before you do something stupid, throwing salt over your shoulder, reciting Psalm 23 because that's the way it's always been.
Other times, I read a passage that seems over spoken, over quoted, over played, and God seems to open my eyes and heart and mind all at the same time. I can taste the truth. It hurts in the way that when God revealed himself to Moses on the mountain he could only show the light of himself, not his whole being. It's too much.
After two weeks of an intense life uprooting for my family, we moved nearly all of our belongings to Reno. We live here now.
Two weeks is a very short amount of time to make decisions and take action for a family of seven. We sold chickens and chicken coops. We prepared the garden for new comers. We changed addresses and services and mindsets. We found a home for our pooch. We purged no less than 25 bags of garbage, 45 gallon trash bags. We donated a house worth of nonsense to Goodwill.
Intense is too casual a word.

We arrived Saturday night and slept most of Sunday. We half-heartedly looked for a house to rent, but I was slurring like a sailor and I couldn't concentrate on anything but my pillow. Today, however, we are full gusto. I started with a mean game of Blokus with the kids and coffee. Then I opened my bible.

Psalm 23. It seemed trite. After all, when you have been a Christian as long as I have, things seem so early 90s sometimes. And then, I pull my head out and realize God ALWAYS has things to say to me and his word is alive and appropriate in every season of my life. I am such a cotton headed ninny muggins sometimes (aka usually).

My travel bible has an excellent translation:

The Lord is my shepherd;

I have all that I need.

(No house, no job for the summer, no plan for dinner. But I have all I need)

He lets me rest in green meadows;

He leads me beside peaceful streams.
(I deserve deserts and swamps and my choices often lead me to vast canyons, but He leads me to amazing views and peace filled valleys.)

He guides me along right paths,

bringing honor to his name.

(I ask for wisdom, and he is faithful to give it)

Even when I walk through the darkest valley,

I will not be afraid,

for you are close beside me.

(I do not know what any second other than this one truly holds, your ways are mysterious, but your faithfulness isn't. It's dependable. It's solid. It's constant. It's more than I often think to hope for.)

Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me.

(Even if it turns out that I am a total screw up, you are for me. You protect me even when I don't know I need it.)

You prepare a feast for me in the presence of my enemies.

You honor me by anointing my head with oil.

My cup overflows with blessings.

(Despite my issues, I want to obey you and you want to bless me. More than sustaining me, you cause me to overflow. You set me apart from the enemy's plans and offer me life abundant.)

Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life,

and I will live in the house of the Lord forever.

(absoluteness. Not maybe. SURELY your goodness is for me. I know that you are for me. That means who can be against me? Nothing. Not one person. And forever. forEVER I get to have you as me Lord.)

amen. And thanks Lord. Teach me to bless others as you have blessed me. My thinking is too small. Make it more like Psalm 23. Not at all mundane or ritualistic.

Flashback Friday: A link up

Sometimes, my heart needs a good flash back. Rose She Goes and Beautiful Life are joining me to triple team you with the best parade of flash backs. Ever.

We are counting on you to link up and make our Friday moving, humorous, high kicking, giggly, and worthy of being reminisced. Won't you link up with us?

Click on the picture above and get on the flashback bus. Get it? I used a pun. I hate puns. I hate even more when people point them out. It's like I am becoming an old lady jokester. Anyway. Here are the rules:

This is the dealio:

1. You have to have been blogging for at least a year.

2. Link up your old posts from at least a year ago. Don't link up your website, click on the actual title(did you know you could do that?) of your older post and that will give you the link you need to put in the link up. 

3. You should follow your hosts they are funny, you won't regret it.

4. Ha ha Posts and hosts that ryhmes, oh no wait... back to business, um yeah get to know some oldies but goodies out there.

How you do that is read and comment on at least the people before and after you on this link up. 

5. Have fun! That's mandatory.
 My Flashback? I thought you would never ask. I also thought, since we will have some visitors and some returning friends alike, I should show you a typical and honest look at a day in the life of being me.

Just a Day in the Life

AKA, don't let my quasi athletic attire fool you.

CoHosting with my Cohorts

So, I have these two friends. They are slightly awesome with a hint of genius. I am stunned that I get to talk to them every day. Well, we don't speak daily, but we text. It's like having the prayer network and the sarcastic quip of the day right at my fingertips.

We decided to buddy up and co-host. Check back with me Friday morning or some serious flashing back to the beginning of our blogging adventures. You get to join too. If you have been blogging for more than a year, you too are invited to open up your archives and share an oldie but a goodie.

Don't be shy. Spill it. Share it. Confess it. (Actually, Casual Confessions is an upcoming link I plan to host, so check back sometime in the near future.) We would love to reminisce with you. It's like telling old stories around a campfire. So, shove that mallow on a stick and get ready for a s'more.

" I haven't had anything yet, so how can I have some more of nothing?"

"YOU'RE KILLING ME SMALLS"

Love and Not so Loverly Link Up

Linking up with that No(Dots) girl. I can't get enough of her. In fact, she and I are CO-hosting with another fine lady this Friday. Check back in for some bloggy good times. In the meantime, here is today's list.
I LOVE selling stuff on Craig's List.

Not so much that it's addictive. It really is. Try it. No don't. Try it!

I LOVE boys. They are noise with dirt on them.

Not so much the smell my tween boy exudes. so. stinky. send. help.

I LOVE our new adventure of moving.

Not so much the packing and cleaning and dust and remaining dog hairs. blech.

I LOVE leaving my doors and windows open for a sweet cool breeze.

Not so much the fly population in the greater Idaho area. INFESTATION!! Seriously. DIE FLIES. and good riddance.

Link up with me and this girl to share your daily dose of love and not so muches.

Five Minute Friday

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking 2. Link back here and invite others to join in. 3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

Today's Topic?

PATH
The Path I was on a year ago doesn't seem like the path I am on today. I do not know if that means we have strayed then or now. Or maybe it means we have grown beyond the scenery of the paths of old so it's simply unrecognizable. Last Friday, The Man received a phone call from the City of Reno offering him his position back as a fire fighter. Monday, I called my principal from my previous job and she said, "Please come teach our little peanut head kindergarteners." She didn't really word it that way, but that is what I heard.

We accepted both positions and began packing. The whole process will take two weeks. We have to be packed, moved out, and in Reno for a physical June 25. That's next Monday. I thought when I was feeling some separation from my kids' schools here that it meant we would be moving to Boise. I thought when our church was nice but not a skinny jeans type fit that we would find a new church in Boise. Last Monday, I prayed for hours in my bed and refused to move before God washed contentment over me. He did. I got out of bed renewed. And then Reno called to shake the snow globe that is my life. Clearly our path is taking a new course.

STOP

My First Link Up: Let's Talk Tuesday

I am hosting my very first link up! There is a chance I will do this all wrong, but I decided to brave the world of blog hosting in hopes of not only linking you together with bloggers of similar interests, but I also love reading what nonsense is spinning through your head. Here are the rules:

Let's Talk Tuesday

1. What's on your mind? Pick a topic (hopefully random) and give in to a short gab, letting out the pent up thoughts that just need freeing. If you can't think of a topic, you can use mine, but I encourage you to get out whatever has been keeping your brain preoccupied. Examples? Dogs in sweaters; how do you feel about it? Why won't the corners of my sheets stay put? Will my hair be this large in heaven? Should I unpack already packed boxes if I am sure there are things in there I should get rid of? Just free your mind, and start typing.

2. Visit the blog that came before you. The whole point of a link up is to meet someone you may not otherwise run into in the blog-o-sphere.

3. No diatribes. I am not one to dwell on the bitterness. Turn that smile upside down and write about something thought provoking, not something that is going to drive your readers to stick their head under the covers.

4. Grab my Let's Talk Tuesday button and invite people on your blog to link up here.

So, Let's Talk Tuesday: What have I been keeping pent up in this brain of mine? It's more of a question really. When is too soon to share with new friends? Last night I was at a cooking show, because I do this on the side. The side of wife, the side of mom, the side of teacher, the side of writer, the side of blogger. I have a lot of sides. 
So, there I am. It's the end of the demonstration of pizza a chocolate cake (win/win) and I am sitting with the host when her little boy runs in from the backyard and announces to the room of friends (and me. the stranger), "MOM! Jay is PEEING in the DOG bowl!!!" 
As a good supportive mother, I didn't laugh right away. On the outside. As any good mother hosting a house full of women, she spoke over him and pushed him kindly into Dad's arms. When everyone else resumed their boisterous conversations in the other room, I quietly shared with her THIS story. We both laughed until we cried, but the whole way home I kept thinking, "hmmm. Was it too soon to share this story? Was it too soon to let her know I told my son to secretly pee in a stranger's yard?" What do you think? Too soon. 

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Seizing Is Not The Same as Seizure

Sure these two words share a root, but so do koalas and kangaroos. This past week, I have been processing and asking and questioning and releasing in my conversations with God. We have lived in Idaho for almost a year now, and well. It hasn't stuck as quickly as Reno.

In Reno, we went to a church my brother recommended. They had me at free Krispie Cream donuts and coffee. Plus, the pastor actually seemed to be good at what he does. We fit. We just knew it was gonna fit like OJ when he tried on some gloves. Only we saw no need to weasel out of it. We were thrilled. I met two of my closest friends instantly. One is only a blog lurker (dear Ms. Marie. come out of the interwebs closet. We all know you are on here), the other has quite a mouth on her. Everything about the city was great. It was as if we were in a bowl with Reno and someone just added water. Presto Zingo. Instant happiness.

Years went by, and my husband lost his job, and he was offered a new job as a really hot fire fighter in Idaho. We accepted and set about to finding a church and adding water. But instead of instant happiness, our eyes were opened to how good we really had it. Presto Zingo. thump. My head beating against the wall.

I spent a lot of time comparing. I spent a lot of time griping. I spent a lot of time fighting tears. I spent a lot of time spazzing out and lashing out irrationally. Thankfully, God can handle my spastic fits.

Then I realized seizing is not the same as seizures. They may share a root word, but then the similarities end. Whining, tantrums, pity parties, and vocal aggravation: these are things that lead to seizures. Focusing on God's promises of fulfillment for my life, accepting where God has me, and leaning fully on his understanding (rather than my teeny tiny perspective): that's seizing!! It happened this week.

I became content with God's portion and his cup. I realized his lot for me has fallen on pleasant places. I was able to truly thank God for moving us here. I don't think I compared my two cities once. I let Reno go, like ripping that last little part of the bandaid off. And I was OK.

Why does it seem that just when you get comfortable, the rug gets pulled out? About 8 seconds after my bandaid was removed and my contentment washed over me, God said, "Hey, now that we have that covered..."

'It was like that old joke, "All those who think they have it made take one step forward...not so fast George Banks!"'

I am George Banks in this scenario. Only, when I  started processing again I was angry and I accused God of yo-yo'ing me around. AH. God is so good. He didn't even roll his eyes at my stupidity.

It isn't God that's in control of that yo-yo. He is not a yo-yo kind of guy. He may own cattle on a thousand hills, but he doesn't have a yo-yo. No my friend, that childish game is all mine. All me.

That nauseating back and forth of highs and lows is actually my faith. Not God's faithfulness. He is solid and steady and dependable and right and real. And that blasted string is affixed so tightly to my finger. And, honestly, I don't want it to go.

WHAT? I know what you are thinking. Who wants to live life like a yo-yo? But I need to remember what the yo-yo is like, so I don't ever want to go back. Rather than yanking the string off completely, I am asking God to snip it, just enough to leave that little string tied to my finger. And, I am telling God that I am up for anything. ANYthing. Because I totally trust him.

Lord, I totally trust you.

satan. Suck it. I hope you choke on a yo-yo.



 

Loverly and Not so Loverly Wednesdays

I love this link up. (Click that girl. You will love her.)

Not so much the word hate. It's like saying shut up. Always so harsh.

I love vintage.

Not so much the hunting through garage sales and dust. I have an allergy fit for a week after a good antique store.

I love coffee.

Not so much when I am out of creamer and my only option is sugar free. WHAT IS THE POINT? And what is that weird after taste? DARN YOU COFFEE AND YOUR WICKED WOMAN WAYS. I can't quit you.

I love the sense of accomplishment exercise brings.

I hate putting one foot in front of another because that would mean I am having self-control and I have made a lifestyle of living with NO self-control. So, you see? It's counter intuitive.

I love that I am done with school.

I hate that I wake in the middle of the night paranoid that my deferments aren't actually in place and maybe I was supposed to send my right arm and first born to cover the first month's payment. Also, I miss school. No I don't. Yes I do. No I really don't. But I kind of do.

Welcome to Hollywood

If I tell you something, can you keep it a secret? I want to be a writer when I grow up. Some may argue that I am already grown, but I will point my finger back at them and say the fact that I call my self a grown up, and not an adult, proves I am IN FACT a child. I am comfortable with it.

I have given a few tid bits here and there and I have honestly made some headway toward completing this bad boy I call THE BOOK.

Sometimes I get very excited about a project or calling on my life, only to organize and plan, and then I get a fake case of ADHD, and I can be found setting up for a fully different project. I refuse to let this be true of my book. So, in order to be truly welcomed to Hollywood, I am shouting out my dream (this reference should be familiar if you have ever watched Pretty Woman. Everyone who comes to Hollywood has a dream.)

Here is an excerpt. Again. Just so you know I am not going to stop wrestling until I get the blessing I have been promised. This is from chapter one, and I am getting ready to outline how a mother and a missionary are one and the same. (One in the same? Home? Hone? These are the battles that plague me.)

Do you ever feel like you cannot remember your purpose? I mean, maybe you know some of it, but you cannot quite find that big glowing path some of those other joy-filled mothers claim to be following. At the end of the day, you have washed some laundry, dried some dishes, cooked some food for people living in your house, and swept a floor. Still, you are left thinking, “That can’t really be all I am meant to do, right?” Maybe you find yourself pursuing so many paths that between keeping up with your kids’ hectic schedules, your husband’s business dinners, and an ongoing list of ministries, you end each day staring at the wall, mouth agape, wondering what in the world you accomplished. * And, please, do not get me started on giving back to the community, because most days I think showering is about as giving as I can be to others. Unless, of course, you count how many diapers I contribute to the dump each year, the number of children I have added to the earth, or how knowledgeable I am at getting lip gloss out of clothes once they have gone through the dryer. Of course, after I am done with

* Picture Goldie Hawn after her first day of playing ‘mother’ in the movie Overboard. Remember, the kids just kept throwing grapes at her while she mumbled ‘bub buh buub?’

this line of thinking, I start to feel guilty for feeling so useless. (Isn’t our thought process relentless?) One minute I am overwhelmed with my calling and the next I am just confused by it. I do not think God meant it to be so confusing. If you are a mother, your purpose is clear. You may or may not be called to Africa, but you are certainly called to be a missionary. 

I repeat- you ARE called to be a missionary. Take a minute and look around. What do you see? Whom do you see? My friend, you are looking at your mission field. Your mission field is your home, and your mission is to share Jesus with those little (sometimes Aborigines) who call you mommy. 

Please don't plagiarize me. It's considered poor form. Please be blessed. DO IT! Sorry I bossed you. I just really want you to feel blessed and challenged and encouraged that you are not alone in this confusing mess called mothering.

The * is a foot note that (outside of this blog) is located in the foot note department, not the middle of my work.  

 

Revealing

God is so good at revealing. He brings everything together in the end better than any Seinfeld episode ever could, which is saying something. My morning coffee and God time went something like this: Prayers, Worship, Word.

This is an excerpt from this morning's prayer journal:

It's so much, this burden I carry.
(You picked up the wrong bag.)
I know. I do. Everyday.
(Let go.)
I want to. But I am double minded. I want to. I want you and every bit of what you have planned- even the more painful plans, but I have relied heavily on self-preservation my entire life. It's counter thinking to release this control.
(How are you doing?)
I am not well. Not at all. I am outside your will every second I hang on to it.
(Let go)
I CAN'T!!
(Let go.)
It hurts. My hands have been gripped around the ropes that hold this burden for too long. They are intertwined. They are fused. My knuckles are white.
(Let go.)
You don't know how much it hurts.
(Don't I? Does it feel like the cross?)
NO, LORD!! How can you even compare the two!!?
(Because you are. I know. Daughter. Let go.)
I am sorry. Again and again. You suffered so much more. Unbearable physical pain, mental pain, and we broke your heart. You CHOSE us and we chose to follow fear....like now. I am choosing fear. Forgive me.
(Let go.)
I'm letting. I'm trying. I am leaning. Will you keep reminding me? Because I seem to let go and then I pick it up again without realizing.
(Yes. See you in five minutes.)
Very funny. I am picking up on your sarcasm.
(I should hope so. I am laying it on rather thick.)
Thank you for loving me for who YOU are and not for what I've done.
(anytime. all the time. every time.)

Then I closed my eyes for a second and realized Jeremy Camp was singing these words to me:

All authority
every victory
is yours

Savior, worthy of honor and glory
worthy of all our praise
you overcame

We will overcome by the blood of the lamb and the word of our testimony- everyone will overcome

THEN, I turned to my Bible study, which is all about healthy living and not at all about what I thought I was discussing with God. It said to read 1 Thessalonians 1:4-5-

For we know, brothers loved by God, that he has chosen you, because our gospel came to you not simply with words, but also with power, with the Holy Spirit, and with deep conviction.

AND, 1Thessalonians 5:24 The one who calls you is faithful, and HE will do it.

AND FINALLY, Deuteronomy 13:3-4
The Lord your God is testing you to find out whether you love him with all your heart and with all your soul. It is the Lord your God you must follow, and him you must revere. Keep his commands and obey him; serve him and hold fast to him.

Sometimes God works everything together in such an obvious message it's as if he is causing a bush to catch fire without really burning. Therefore, the only thing left to do is take off your shoes and praise him. This is holy ground. All other ground is sinking sand.
I see Lord. I SEE.

The rules for today's link up?
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

There is a really good chance I didn't follow the five minute rule. :/