For those still trying to figure out what this rootedandgrowing website is all about, I know this — it is not about me. But it is posted by me. So a little background: Long ago in a far away galaxy, I wore the hat of an art director, which is kind of like a movie director. (They get the big picture vision of how they want the movie to turn out, then they “direct” everyone and everything to make their vision a reality.)
Directing people, otherwise known as bossiness, is second nature to me. Since my kids are grown, and no longer needing to be bossed around, now I like being in charge of things. This website is one of those things.
Some dear website “followers” have been around since the summer of 2013 when this space began to serve friends in our local Community Bible Study (CBS) and reinforce the content or text of our study. (I may leave little messages HERE for my McLean Women’s CBS Class from time to time, kind of as a public service to thank them for sticking with me, so check back often to see if there’s a cancellation or a reminder)
But one dark and stormy night, I received an ominous call. OK, not really. But I was asked to remove the association to CBS because CBS had its own fabulous website already.
What to do? Any good mom knows that after you birth your children, you don’t just abandon them. My training as a mom, and my background in bossiness kicked in and, with a tweak here and there, the website was REBORN! (It does bear a family resemblance to the old sight BUT the content is, well, a lot less restrained or responsible to reflect a certain point of view.)
For all you Nat’s fans out there, today is the season opener! I know you’re excited. Very excited. Good for you!
Truthfully, if I never saw another baseball, basketball or football game, I would not suffer. My family knows this about me; my boyfriend-now-husband suspected the truth after tickets to the Dallas/Redskins game failed to impress. He knew the truth when I pulled out a paperback at Fenway Park.
For years, I have tried to understand and enjoy the intricacies of team sports — really I have — but I am a complete and utter failure. I feel like Dr. Seuss; “I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-am!”
Valentine’s Day is soover.Heck, it’s almost March Madness; time to “spring ahead” to Daylight Savings Time; time to finish those dark chocolates and pull out the bright green! Nonetheless, when I heard Milan and Kay Yerkovich share their theory on How We Love, I saved it for you. For right now. It’s time we figure out this thing called love, so we can love our mates — really anyone — better. In fact, after one friend listened to this broadcast, she went to their website, took the quiz, which opened her eyes to a few things, and had a major breakthrough. So it’s never too late to learn how we love so that we can learn how to love. Listen here or below.
And since some of you prefer to learn and grow by reading rather than listening, New York Times bestselling author, Lysa TerKeurst, shares a vulnerable self-assessment of how she sometimes looks at love, from her new book, Uninvited:
“It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.” 1 Corinthians 13:7-8a (NIV)
Today I’m feeling so challenged to look at love a little differently. Sometimes in the gut-honest quietness of my heart, I look at love through the eyes of what it will offer me.
I hold out the little cup of my heart to the people I love, “Will you fill my empty spaces? Today will you do that one really thoughtful thing and make me feel like I’m the most noticed and special woman in the world?”
Then I hold it out to my children, “Will you fill up my empty spaces? Will you do something today that makes me look really good as a mom so I’ll feel a little more validated?”
Then I hold it out to my ministry, “Will you fill up my empty spaces? Will you provide something today that makes me feel more significant?”
When my oldest was a toddler, he thought raisins were “Candy.” He thought tomato soup was “Red Hot Soup” and baked beans were “Cowboy Beans.” I renamed all of the above to make them more palatable because I needed him to eat! Well, I need, you need, we all need more “fruit” in our spiritual diet right now — more peace and kindness in particular. How perfect that my CBS friend, Petra Barrientos, has written a reflection on peace that doesn’t need any repackaging, because it’s so good. Follow it with a heaping helping of kindness served up in a recent radio interview with Biola University President, Barry Corey, titled, “Using Kindness To Open Doors In The Culture.” Listen here:
There seem to be two components to this peace: one is the peace I get from faith and the other is the peace I strive for with my neighbor. Peace is a bridge, a bridge from me to God and a bridge from me to you. Looking at it that way, it makes perfect sense that Jesus would include the peacemaker in His Sermon on the Mount. “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.” (Matthew 5:9)
Christmas has come and gone, 2017 has started – and being a peacemaker is my new year’s resolution. It is also an act of obedience… two birds with one stone, how very efficient of me. I know that this won’t be easy. Everything worth having in life requires hard work and sacrifice, blessings included.
Being a peacemaker is personal.It is the time-consuming, tedious, repetitious work of a bridge-builder. It is also risky and potentially hurtful and often thankless, regardless of whether I am one of the feuding parties or a bystander trying to step in. A few months ago I slipped and landed smack between two fighting dogs. Coming eye to eye with the flashing teeth of two snarling, growling, attacking dogs is the perfect image of what my new year’s resolution may get me into. At the end of the day, we all love a good fight and nothing is more upsetting than a seemingly self-righteous do-gooder who won’t take your side and tries to make peace instead.