Blood Work

“We better get some blood work done to figure this out,” Dr. Bassmen said. “The timing of all of this might be coincidental since you responded well to the meds.”

So to the lab I went.

I never get sick. My mind just doesn’t think in sickness. I joke and tell people they can catch my health. Well, it’s only half a joke–I really think they can… health can be contagious, you know.

So when I woke up with red patches all over my chest one day, I kind of ignored them. Until they covered my entire body a few days later. Turns out it was Lyme disease. Nasty stuff.

And then, I just did not feel right after the antibiotics were done. Thus the blood work.

Sitting in the lab, I watched my blood filling the little vials, one by one. And I marveled at the fact that the answer to my symptoms was hidden within this blood that runs through my veins. In a few hours, tests performed on this blood will reveal what’s up with my body.

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“The answer is in the blood,” I heard Him whisper in my spirit.

I love how God speaks to me about deep stuff in the most ordinary of moments.

My blood will show the doctors what my body needs. His blood has shown the way for the healing of man. From the inside out–Spirit, Soul and Body.

My blood will make a way for me to get better. His blood has made a way for the world to be free. From the inside out–Spirit, Soul and Body.

The blood, it holds the answer to all of mankind’s questions.

The man in the lab labels my vials and puts a band-aid on my arm.

“All done,” he said. “You are free to go now.”

I roll my sleeve back down and thank him. And I leave with a skip in my step.

My blood will disclose what I need. But one thing I know: I am all done indeed. The blood has set me free. From the inside out.

 

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What this Homeless Man taught my Heart

My entire life, I have avoided confrontations with the “homeless”, the “mentally deranged”, the “wierdos”–you know, those who are not like me. I judged them as having made their own misery in many ways. On the other hand, their pain and needs were such a raw bottomless pit that it scared me out of my mind.

I refused to be involved, to be associated with “them.” I pretended they did not exist. Or at least I pretended that I did not see them.

So when I noticed him moving towards us, with his unshaven face and rumpled clothes, I walked a bit closer to my husband and kept my eyes glued to the sidewalk.

“Do you have some spare change for me?” he said.

“Sorry, Bud,” my husband said. “I don’t.” I instincitvely grabbed my husband’s hand and quickened my step. But I felt the man’s eyes staring at me, and I finally lifted my face.

“Do you think I’m gonna hurt you or something?” he asked. “You go grabbing your man’s hand for dear life like that…  I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Oh no, that’s not it,” I fumbled.  “It’s just… you know, I wanted to hold his hand.”

He smiled a toohtless smile.

“Well, you two have a good day now,” he said. And he walked away.

I never even thought to ask him his name. Or how he was. Or why he needed some change. All I wanted was to put as much distance between him and I as possible. Pretend he wasn’t there. Pretend he didn’t ask.  Forget I blew him off.

My stomach lurched with guilt.

And thus my heart began a brand new journey.

So maybe human misery is a bottomless pit, but it does not excuse me from valuing each life. So maybe human misery is the consequences of choices, but it does not excuse me from treating people with respect.

This man in the heart of the city, he needed to be recognized as a person, just as I do. Valued as a human being, just as I do.  Bur I did not even give him that dignity–I acted as though he was an inconvenience. A threat.

How would I feel if someone let me know they thought I was an inconvenience?

This homeless man in the heart of the city and I, we aren’t much different. We share the same struggles, hopes and joys. The same longings, hungers and sorrow. We have a shared humanity.

The difference between him and I is that he knew he needed help, and I did not–until he showed me I did.

So maybe I cannot help the bottomless pain of poverty, but I can look at those less fortunate in the eye and let them know they matter. And maybe I can make a sandwich or two if I am afraid that my change will be spent on alcohol.

And if nothing else, I can smile.

The homeless man did.

Shared humanity indeed.

 

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Keys for Courage

More often than not, I don’t feel very courageous. I feel more like running and hiding under my pillow in my warm and comfortable bed.

Facing life head on is scary.

Courage takes courage.

Yet in His word, God commands me to be courageous. That’s a pretty strong word, “command,” don’t you think? But I can’t change the words right there, in black and white in front of me: “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” (Joshua 1:9)

If courage is commanded, courage must be possible.

Over the last fifty-seven years, I have failed at courage many times, taking a huge detour so I did not have to be. But I also have won at courage. When I have, it’s mostly been very quietly, one little step at a time, until I found a new boldness rising up inside of me, and I did “it” filled with fear, but I did it. God never belittles me for my lack of courage in the little and the big. But He always encourages me to go deeper, and deeper, and deeper in Him. Because He knows that when I see Him clearly, I will be fine–no matter what I am facing.

Like when I got in my car and drove in horrible weather shaking in my boots. No amount of deep breathing got the shaking stopping, but I did it.

And when I stood up to speak in front of 300 people and my voice refused to obey me. But I pressed through and did it anyways.

And when I forgave someone who turned my life upside down and wounded me in the deepest part of my being, letting go of the righteous gut-wrenching pain of unfairness.

And in all of these, here are the two secrets I discovered:

  1. There is no courage available in me. Courage does not come from the inside. True courage is found when I remember who God is, when I remember that He goes with me. 

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Shaking in my car and in front of all those people, I knew that God Himself was with me. Forgiving the unforgiveable, I knew that I was being graced to mirror my Savior who was leading me.

You can’ fake His presence. You can’t fake courage.

2.Give thanks

I have no courage when I look at what I do not have, my inabilities, inadequacies and short-comings. Because in those moments, I completely forget what I actually do have going for me.

When I remember that God is with me, I begin to see that with Him comes all provision necessary. And as I begin to give thanks for these realities, I sense my very spirits becoming filled with confidence. I stop thinking out of a place of lack and begin to think in view of what I do have.

Filling my mind with the awareness of what is for me puts strength inside of me, and this strength turns into the courage to do what I have to do, whether it is driving in the snow or forgiving the unforgiveable.

 

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Loving on You

Here I smile at the thought of you, a new life to cherish, to shape, to nourish. A new life to fill with the awareness that you have been loved before you ever were, that you are loved right now, and you will be loved when you mess up big time. Loved with a love that does not depend on performance.

You nestled yourself in our hearts, so quickly, so naturally.  From your ninety-two year old great-grand-mother across the miles to your “big” sister across the room, there are generations ready to love you into life.

 

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Your new life, it is  filled with hope, and dreams, and birthdays to come, and future laughter and giggles. Play cars and first real cars and trucks and motorcycles. Scraped knees and trophies and little league wins and defeats. The meaning of life, and ice cream and laundry and theological discussions. Diplomas. Weddings. Babies to love and cherish, new lives filled with hope, and dreams, and birthdays to come…

And we stand at the edge of this new generation, your great-grand-mothers and I, filled with childish wonder and the wisdom of life, purposefully stepping back and letting you take your place. Ready to cheer you on as you run your own race.

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When your papa was the new life, I taught him with words, and experiences, and discipline and hugs. It was loud and fast and gloriously busy.

I make my mark on this earth more subtly now, gracefully handing down the spotlight to the one you came from, and the one you are becoming.

In the years of life lived with my God, I have learned what love is because He first loved me. He loves me in the good, and He loves me in the bad. He loves regardless. He loves because. He loves on purpose.

He loves so that we will always know that we matter. You will always know that you matter.

And the teaching is in the loving.

 

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Opposite Sides of the Fence

In 2014, my sister’s two Palestinian sons faced war, and my heart was ripped apart.

At the beginning of 2017, my sister and I, we still live on different continents, and we again stand on two opposite sides of the political world we live  in.

I see things one way, she sees the safety of her children threatened by imminent decisions of our governements.  Everyone’s feelings are hightened by social medial and the news–indignation runs rampid, words fly too fast, emotions are raw.

And I love her while my heart is breaking for us.

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And my mother, she has grand-children on both sides of the fence.

And I’ve run out of words.

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But one thing I know: Love never fails

I pray that my love will be enough to create a bridge between the two sides. I pray that the fence would have no deadly jaggers woven within, that we might take it down despite fundamentally opposite beliefs.

I pray for a miracle.

 

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Owning My Life

Anyone who knows me even just a little bit knows that I am all about #ownyourlife. All that I do publicly and personally has to do with empowering myself first, and then as many as will come with me to play full out. To live on purpose with joy. To own their lives.

From exercise classes to coaching to having coffee with a friend and playing with my grand-daughters, it’s ALL about empowerment. Dignity regained. Being intentional. Real. Full of integrity.

This passion–calling maybe?–has been woven into me through years of research and discovery, but mainly years of seeing the destruction in people’s lives when they think of themselves as victims, when they allow themselves to be disempowered, weakened by the words and actions of others, or even at times their own. I love people too much to let things stand still.

And I am loved for it. And I am hated for it.

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But I forge forward, because this is the very fiber of who I am.

I cannot not.

So when my life came to a crossroad a few weeks ago, I heard my own words in my head, and I knew I had to walk the walk of my talk: own my life and choose on purpose.

And that is when the voices started to harass me: What will people say? What will they think of you? After all these years, you do what? That’s insane. You are fifty-seven years old for goodness sake! Start anew now? Ridiculous. Stupid. A bad idea.

The “fear of man” consumed me, the nervousness of newness made me sick to my stomach. Choose to not do what I knew I needed to, or go for it, roll my sleeves up once more, and risk loosing credibility?

And it all comes down to this: do I believe my message of being intentional and owning my life? Do I believe that God will walk with me through what is next, whatever it is? Do I believe that what I am called to do is important enough to risk losing certain things?

And the answer is, yes, I believe.

I will walk the walk and own my life. I hope you are going to come with me.

 

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Full of Courage, they Fought…

I met Ashley when her crackly voice wouldn’t get better and the pounds kept melting off of her body. She came to visit me with her mom, one of my exercise sisters.  We talked and laughed and I felt like I always knew her.

Her eyes danced, full of life and mischief.

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And thus began a journey.

The voice and the pounds, they were the tip of an iceberg that Ashley fought with courage for the next year. Specialists from all over the world got together on her behalf.

Chemo. And her Momma, she stood by her.

The smile and the tears, they melted together.

And her eyes, they still danced, full of life.

The exercise sisters and I, we rooted her and her mom on.  We baked a zillion Christmas cookies to help them celebrate, and tucked her favorite CDs and coloring books in the basket for the long hospital days.

Chemo. Surgeries. And her Momma, she stood by her.

Her brother died tregically, and we met again, talking of resilience and joy in the midst of raw grief. We cried and laughed, and I marveled at her and her Momma, at their strength and unshakable commitment to each other.

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And our hearts, they got knit a bit more.

Chemo. Surgeries. Radiation. And her Momma, she stood by her.

And then, Ashley turned 32, and we partied big with cake and friends and a great celebration of life lived fully, moment by moment. And Ashley’s eyes, they danced with gratitude as she took in the love.

And the exercise sisters, they just showed up. Sometimes, that’s the best we can do.

Chemo. Surgeries. Raditation. Pain pump. And her Momma, she stood by her.

And then, there was a wedding.

Savoring the moments, pain pump and all.

And Ashley’s body, it had no more pounds to lose . And her Momma, she stood by her.

And Ashley’s heart, it kept growing deeper in love with the Shepherd who never left her alone, not even for one second.

Fighting at first, then accepting of seasons, Ashley’s dancing eyes smiled one last time as she quietly traveled on to Heaven, filled with the life and love of those all around her.

And her Momma, she loved her so well.

 

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An End and a Beginning–

2016 became 2016 through a string of days, one gently ushering the next one, and the next one and the next. All of a sudden, there were 100, and then 200, and then 365.  And now, 2016 is rushing through its last hours while 2017 impatiently waits in the wings, and this is both exhilarationg and terrifying.

How do we gracefully let go of 365 days and begin the embracing of 365 new ones?

One at a time, just as they came.

The ocean doesn’t question the waves, and my body doesn’t question its breath. They both simply let it happen, one rise and one fall at a time.

 

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This last year, one breath at a time, I was carried through more joys than I knew a heart could hold. And one breath at a time, I was carried through more pain than I ever thought one could bear. And one breath at a time, I am here, today, filled with awe and wonder,  looking into tomorrow.

Oh my soul, where does that excitement for tomorrow come from?

From the One who made the days. Each one of them, like the waves of the ocean. The same, and yet so different.

The waves, they come, they go, and they leave their mark.

And the days come, they go, and leave their mark on me.

I come, I go… Oh, may I leave my mark down here!

 

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Curiosity

Curiosity, this innate desire to learn or know more about something, it is a wonderful gift.

When we are curious about something, we ask questions, we look more intently, we dig in, we read, we experiment, we try, we fail, we succeed, we make progress.

When we are curious about something, we are alive to life around us. We are alive to truth. Curiosity brings us new information, new ways of thinking, new understanding, new experiences, new thoughts, new possibilities, new realms of growth.

When we are curious about something, we expand our world.

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And when we expand our world, we become more open to other thoughts, other ideas, other people.

A personal world expansion forces us out of our comfortable box; it makes us consider what we have considered as “the way things are,” and the truths that we have based our very existence on. And what needs to shake shakes. And what is rock solid remains.

Being curious stirs up the waters deep inside.

I used to be afraid of what curiosity might bring up. Because truthfully, curiosity can be most uncomfortable at times. But the years have taught me to not fear the questions, to not run from the stirrings within, the deep existential questions that might arise. Because the questions, they need to be answered. And the answers, they make us more settled on what is so. And should they stir up a water a bit more than what I wanted, this is then a sign to me that what I thought was settled isn’t quite settled yet. So I dig deeper, I ask more questions, I look more intently.

Because the truth, it holds up all on its own. When all is said and done, it simple shines brighter.

 

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What If You Don’t Know How?

Sometimes, there are mountains we have to cross but we simply don’t know how. And sometimes, there isn’t any time to go get a tutorial or a teacher, you know? Life happens in the moment we are in.

I don’t know how to drive in heavy traffic. And I was really, really scared to do so. Partly because of memories, partly because I just never learned. I get clammy. I hate it with a passion. I always try to avoid it.

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Until one day, God put His finger on my heart and declared that it had to go, that unreasonable fear. And God, He is the Lord, so I really did not have a choice. But I buckled under the pressure.

I just don’t know how. It feels too scary.

“Peter never learned how to walk on water,” the Holy Spirit whispered.

Really?

People always mention the part about Peter sinking, and he did. But truthfully, he only “began” to sink because he was actually walking on water, right?  And he never learned how.

So, what’s your secret, Pete?

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He heard Jesus say “Come,” and he went.

Could it really be that simple? Could God’s command to come carry with it the grace necessary to do the coming, no matter what it is? Does the word have within it that kind of creative power?

God said to just drive in traffic. I buckled and did not obey. Then, God allowed a situation in which I had to drive in heavy traffic. He said “Come.”

And I went.

And in the going, I found HIm there. And in the going, I found that His provision and protection is more than I ever thought.

And in the going, I met with Him.

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