Invisible

Unseen. Unheard. Unwanted. Un-everything.
Smoke screening. Resignation. Walls. Lack of trust.
Underneath it all, is something alive that never dies. It might speak and advocate on behalf of other people even if it won’t for itself. Emotions always find their voice. They will not be silent.
While the circumstances creating the “Un....” should be addressed, they also are what can create a voice of change that is powerful, influential, and transforming. Behind the strong advocacy voice might be the experience of being in a place with no voice, no advocate.

Abuse. Unfair treatment. Trauma.
Anger. Justice. Stronger emotional reactions then the situation calls for.
While it was totally wrong, and should be dealt with, it created empathy and compassion for people who are caught in bad situations. Behind some of the kindest people is a myriad of broken shards.

Blatant sin. Bad choices. Open or indirect defiance of what is known to be right.
Proud. Independent. Guilt. Fear. Condemnation if they are aware of it.
Attempt to control the world instead of trust God.
While God is hurt by this, He isn’t stopped, intimidated, or overwhelmed.

Over and over, I have seen how God limits himself and uses stupid mistakes of humans and even blatant disrespect of Him to achieve good in the world. I have seen extremely dumb and ridiculous moves turned into something that brought him glory. Gasp... you can even find this insanity in the Bible, right through the whole lineage of Jesus. You would think He would lose patience much sooner than He does. Let’s not lose the idea that God is fair, that God sees the hard things and none of it is His perfect will. None of it. On the other hand, this speaks loud and clear of His grace, mercy and love. Especially when you realize the depth of how far off track you have gone, and how He uses you anyway. This is a profound moment.

God doesn’t steer clear of messy situations but enters into them and transforms them. He uses extremely unorthodox methods and comes in the back door more then he comes through the front. God is absolutely the most creative Artist of all time. He not only created the world but also hand designed the stories we live. Joy and pain are woven in. External stories bring insights to internal turmoil. If you have a story like mine, it happens to have layers of stuff happening simultaneously.

Whatever happened in the shadows really isn’t hidden from Him, or from the people who are discerning. It may be mostly invisible, but it will not stay there. It will come along with you in life and impact your response to life. God is not surprised by it, even if you are. And He may just even use it to accomplish a major change in the world.

So may we have patience with the people around us who we think know better, and even those that don’t. God will use all things for the good of those who love Him. Putting it in leather doesn’t look fun, but I know growth will only come in receiving the gift of messy.

Cures for the Soul

I was amazed that a secular book would talk about forgiveness as an essential tool to overcome trauma and toxic relationship styles. For both the offending party, and for yourself. I believe there is a lot of truth in that, but more from a Biblical perspective.

Over in Myanmar, I traveled with a friend to her hometown and experienced life from a local perspective. The thing I remember most, and has influenced me a lot was watching her extremely bitter Aunt interact with my friend and the community in general. She had better relationships with her 7 dogs and 9 cats then she did with the humans around her. In that moment, I knew that if I didn't want to be like that when I get old, I have to do something about it now. This started the process of studying forgiveness and not turning to resentment. Sometimes, at least for me, it's good to have an example of what you don't want in order to go after what you do want.

So we are commanded to forgive our brother till 70x7 or 490 times. For those of us with elephant memories, it's hard to forget things, but it would still be hard to keep track till about 500.

I remember reading a book that talked about how you need to bring things to God and allow Him to help you work things through, before you can actually forgive from the heart. From personal experience, I tend to agree with this, versus the push to “Well, just forgive...” Yeah, I've been there and tried. Doesn't work. I hope it does for some, but I've found that forgiveness requires supernatural assistance. I've also discovered that God is more then willing to help with things like this.

In Jesus' prayer pattern, it talks about God forgiving us as we forgive our debtors. A parable also illustrated that we need to forgive to experience forgiveness. This secular book even mentioned that as we turn to healthy values, and pursue those things, we attract those values and relationships with people who are also pursuing healthy things like forgiveness. So as we seek to forgive and leave things in the hands of God, we will find forgiveness.

John Bevere says (I'll put into my own words here ) that until we leave offenses in the hands of God, God's hands are tied and He can't correct that person until we surrender it to Him. Once we leave the righting of a wrong in His hands, and up to His timing, He can do whatever He wants with it. We don't need to worry about whether His side of justice will handle it, or if He will be merciful. As a school counselor says at Southwick, “Fair isn't having everyone be treated the exact same way. Fairness is everyone getting what they need.” Reality is, if you really leave it in the hands of God, you stop worrying about what happens after that.

While we need to validate pain, and acknowledge it for what it is, we can't stop there. We need to get to a place where we can rest with the hurt feelings underneath the urge for revenge or resentment. We can give those feelings space to be, but then ask ourselves if we want to be controlled by this drama forever, or have the choice to allow our hearts to be free and blossom? At some point, we need to stop worrying about what they did, and make the decision to allow ourselves to grow and get beyond what an evil world is intent on doing to not just us, but everyone.

After we have applied forgiveness, we can center ourselves on unconditional love. Stop and reflect on that a bit. How do you reflect on God, and His promises, His loving character, and the truth that He loves you?

Recently, I was given a package of beautiful 5x7 cards with Scripture scripted elegantly on them. One of these says “Because I am, you are.” On the back, is a long list of Who God IS, and what we are because of Him. We've seen lists like this in multiple books, and been told to memorize and get truth into our brains, but until we open our hearts, it doesn't really sink in.

The Bible has a lot of promises from beginning to end that we can cling to. It also is the best “Romance Story” ever. If we doubt that we are loved, go from the beginning to the end and read it word for word. Love is dictated throughout the whole Book.

Even if our family forsakes us, God will still love us. That is unconditional. There is no performance required to keep it coming, or to get it. God loved all of us so much that He gave His most valuable relationship and allowed His own Son to be sacrificed for us. I think most of my readers know these Scriptures and the doctrines of Christianity, so I won't go diving into this other then to encourage you to read and claim it for yourself.

Many of us have also read the “5 Love Language Series.” I heard someone say recently that if our love language is “Words of Affirmation” and we are verbally abused, it hurts us worse then someone with a different love language. I bring this up because we often think God is like our dad was, or that the way other people treat us is the same thing that God thinks about us. That's not necessarily true. Take some time to reflect on this in your own life and challenge yourself to believe truth instead of lies. Circumstances don’t change truth, neither is it based on truth.

Another aspect to look at is that depending on your gender, love or respect means more to you and motivates you differently then the opposite gender. Regardless of what this Ephesians passage has motivated you to believe or react to it's truth, God is still more love then your husband can give you, or more respectful then your wife. We can't allow marriage relationships or the lack of them to define what God's unconditional love looks like. BTW, on a big rabbit trail for the ladies out there, if you think about how you act when you don't feel loved, then you can start to understand his craziness when you don't offer respect and allow him to do all those crazy wild things. Don't even think about trying to tame him or just make him love you. It's not the way he was made. The quicker we can latch on to that truth, the better we'll all be. Enough said for the moment. Back to unconditional love...

When I stop and think about the fact that God sticks with me through thick and thin, I know that I am loved. Look at Luke 7:47 and see the correlation between forgiveness and ability to love. Coming in touch with our own pain, and the broken things we do because of our pain and realizing all of this drama can also help us find truth like how much God has patience, mercy, grace and love for us. When I think about it, I just gotta shake my head in awe, say thanks, and live life in a way that glorifies Him as much as I can.

Meds don't heal trauma, but guess what!??? Unconditional Love does!! They say that Adhd and PTSD have a lot of the same symptoms. How many kids are drugged, instead of loved? Stop and think about it awhile. Adoption and love are both central themes of the Bible. God is the Master healer. Hats off to all the people who partner with Him to make a difference in this world.

So wrapping this all up, I find that forgiveness is a way to getting to know how much unconditional love God has. After we take that first step of letting go, we open our hearts for so much more. God's got more love to give then all the offenses in the world piled together. There is more then enough to go around. And it's deeper then we can fully understand.

When we start living out of how loved we are by Him, and getting our worth, value and self esteem from Him, instead of turning outward to other sources, our lives and perspective on life is transformed. What I'm finding is that sometimes it takes an extreme amount of pain to get to the point where we stop turning to other things like I talked about in the last blog post, and start reaching for something more solid. Once we find His love as our anchor, it changes everything. We are deeply loved, and there is enough space for us to feast at the Family Table, too.

Isn't it worth going to the pain of finding out what this truth is? :)

Stop the Craziness!

A friend once recommended a book entitled “Crazy like Us” to me and it's been fodder for rumination ever since that day at Coffee Circle in Shwe Gon Dine, Yangon. Shwe Gon Dine has to be one of the worst traffic jams in this city even though most of Yangon is a perpetual traffic jam. The squealing horns, brakes and tight spaces of overcrowded buses add so much color and illustration to this topic that I can't resist. To be honest, I'd rather get off a mile before and walk the rest of the way. That's my protective self making sure that no body bursts my personal space, or worse, spills their oily lunch on my clothes in the swaying. Isn't that why we have protective selves in the first place? We want to make sure that no one gets too close to our pain, and that their mess doesn't spill over on us. Sometimes, it's for a good reason like not having hours and hours to scrub a dress because someone else's oil stained it, {been there, done that} but sometimes it's just selfishness.

The book shows how the western world of psychology has traveled to the East and given them the same afflictions we deal with that were previously unknown in these cultures. As these mental conditions and diseases were broadcast into these cultures, people who previously had no culturally appropriate way to express a variety of emotional pain would turn to these new ideas and tweak their experiences to fit the symptoms of the illness that was now culturally approved as a legitimate condition. Anorexia, for example, became a “thing” in places where it was unheard of.

In the Mennonite world, we too have culturally appropriate ways to express pain and negative emotions. I've been thinking about how much the way we feel is affected by the culture we find ourselves in, and how it gets expressed. For starters, we could find a lot of workaholics, and justice fighters or on a mission “to save the world and the whales while we're at it” in our circles. These are perfect protective selves. We cheer these efforts, and rally around these people like they are heroes. But we don't stop to think about what might be behind their hard work. Perfectionists, Good and godly, and submissive or telling people what they want to hear instead of hard truth might be other nice protective selves that we turn to in order to cover pain and to find safety. I'm sure I haven't exhausted the list of things that commonly float across a counseling office desk. This isn't to say that all hard work is bad, or that there is a demon behind every good bush. But stop and think about it. Become aware of what you turn to.

We have this deep desire to show that we have it “together.” And even more then that, we have pressure from our culture to have it together. After all, the Gospel dictates that redemption, rescue and saving are part of the story. And these are real, legitimate pieces, but we don't often give room for “Paul's thorn in the flesh.” God doesn't always heal instantly, or permanently. We'd like that, and often we expect that, or feel that expectation from others. So we reach for protective measures so no one knows what pain we have going on.

Am I suggesting that we don't confront external issues? No. We should deal with things, and sharpen iron with iron with accountability and relationships where mutual growth is encouraged.

Am I suggesting we go find excuses from our past and reasons for our behavior and people to cast blame on? No. 

What I am suggesting is that we embrace the process. That we dare to ride the waves of it all. Feel the pain and the joy. And be real with ourselves, instead of believing the lies we tell ourselves.

We claim to value authenticity, but then conform to whatever gets the approval of the people around us. What I'm suggesting is that we be real with the protective selves we wear, the masks we flippantly change out even subconsciously, and that we dare to sit with the pain long enough to allow healing from the inside out instead of an external act that lasts for a while. If we can be honest with ourselves and a few trusted friends as needed, we can find the freedom to relax, watch our pain ebb away, and become whole.

What if we started giving mass invitations in our culture to be real? What if we allowed people to be who they are, and not create these certain cultural norms for how one should act or handle certain topics? Last time I checked, when I was in a group (outside of very close friends) that I felt safe enough to be completely real with them, I actually was more mellow then protective self I'm used to turning to. :) Oh, there were a few dramatic moments, but basically that was just from the anxiety of getting the pain out, and spoken to the group. I soon discovered the freedom I found was worth far more then the panic of spilling. So don't think that if you let all cultural norms go, the world will become crazy. I think if we are really real, and offer a safe space, peace starts to flow, and makes things more sane.

I have a conjecture of a theory that if we all stopped using our protection and masks, a lot of striving, conflict and more would cease. If we had any idea of the magnitude of what someone else was going through, or saw things through their eyes, we'd likely have more empathy for them. Can we let our own guards down as well so that others can see our own vulnerabilities we try to hide? We're hurt in relationships but we also heal in relationships.

So the real heart of this matter is to let ourselves and others sit in the pain, and allow God to heal from the inside out. He is the best Healer out there. We are not going to find it till the day we chose to feel the waves, the storm, in it's full blast. But in the eye of the storm, there is a calm that carries us through. So regardless of what cultural norms are out there, and what people around expect, or project on us, venture into the middle of the pain. Go deep enough to focus on what is beneath the external drama and the things you reach for. There is where you will find healing.

Guess what?! even if you keep tight reigns on your protective gear, subconsciously things will still spill out. A reminder of one pain may nudge you on to hint at another. I realized more recently that for some reason, I waited to numbly tell someone about some painful news I'd heard that morning till hours later as we rounded the same corner where another painful, traumatic conversation had happened years before. I could have said something sooner, but I believe now that the prior unprocessed event triggered spilling the news there. And the crazy thing is, I never made the connection till after I found healing from the first event that the second conversation was on the same corner. I'm saying all this to say, you can only protect so much. At some point, pain spills when it's triggered.

While both of these events have impacted me in ways I don't even fully understand, I can testify to healing coming years later. If it's been a long time, give up the protection masks and go there with God and a few trusted people. Healing can come!

As was illustrated at a trauma conference by Becca Johnson that I attended a few years ago, one incident can knock a person off kilter and as they flounder around, they seem to attract more trauma, which makes the tailspin go even faster. So why not deal with it as it happens? :)

One thing I really want to be more aware of and do more of is go to God and sit awhile after drama, because that is when we are most vulnerable to lies coming in. Stop clenching my fists, being a strong woman and just turn in to God for comfort and deeper understanding of the situation. I'm amazed at how clear things get to be when I let go of the protective things, and turn towards Him.

I recently read a secular book about healing after toxic relationships. While not from a Christian perspective, the author encourages us to forgive and center in on unconditional love, both of which are strong Biblical principles. I want to leave you here with hope, and something to dig into... and the next blog will be exegetic of these 2 topics.

Embrace the Gift of Pain

With His stripes we are healed.

For the first time, it sank deep in my soul that His deep wounds are there to catch my tears, and heal the pain(s). My tears don't fall useless in an unseen, unknown abyss, but right into His gaping pain. That means there is nothing He doesn't understand because He's felt it already.

Right in the middle of feeling misunderstood, and judged, I read Exodus and saw the passage in a new light. It talks about their groaning, and how God heard, and SAW! God saw! Our groanings do not go unnoticed, but are seen just like God saw the groaning of the Israelites when they were stumbling around in the wilderness. It's exciting that God sees it all! God gets it even if nobody else understands!

Pain. A lot of 2018 was spent processing hard, ugly, shattering pain from the distant past all through the latest millisecond. Drama doesn't stop for a second. Rare was the week when I didn't cry about something. And like I told a friend, it would be wrong if that weren't my 'I'm doing ok' reality. As in something would be very wrong granted the situations, if I didn't, because it is normal to grieve in these types of circumstances. 2018 included calling 4 different places home, time in a refugee camp, starting 2 new jobs, moving back from Asia, a life changing 2 weeks at Core 2, and then migrating to a new community in the USA. Not in that order. 

If you're like I used to be, you gloss over pain, give it a hard kick behind a door that simultaneously got slammed and you stumped off in a different direction, and threw yourself headlong into the next "good project" with an unusual vengeance that really was an  emotional release. 

Ok, perhaps in the presence of the right people, a bitter sarcastic comment would emerge as a joke, or a slightly more dignified prayer request if that seemed better. Ya'll know what I mean, right?

If that is what you know, then there is a part of the gospel that you've been missing along with me.

The Bible talks about Jesus binding the brokenhearted, and not quenching a smoking flax. God is near to the brokenhearted. Ummm... yeah!! You gotta experience it for yourself to really get it though. 

Sometimes God's so close, He literally pours life into your pores. I can testify to God waking me up on a night I fell asleep telling Him I had literally no idea how I'd make it for the 2 or 3 more weeks necessary to finish the assignment He had me on, and I still cry as I remember how close God was that night as He held His burnt out, awakened child, and gave me the necessary energy to go on. 

You're going to have to let go, feel the pain, and sit with it enough to invite Him into it. And guess what? He comes every time! It's in the middle of the mess that we really find His grace, His kindness and His healing. It's there we realize the full gospel. Saving grace includes full healing. It's the presence of pain, not it's absence that helps us understand more about what a gift the gospel really is.

People will continue to throw expectations, judgement, and dash out all sorts of spicy, dramatic flavors, but it just matters less after you soak in healing grace. Hah! at them for trying to keep throwing it at you, and Hallelujah! that it doesn't matter as much anymore!

The most amazing people in my humble opinion are those who will enter the mess and sit. They don't judge, but pray for redemption.They can see parts of what you'll eventually realize too, but they let you get to the realization alone.

At some point, it is sharp pain, not pleasure, that stops us from reaching for our masks, go-to relationship styles, and behaviors that simply don't work for us. It breaks us right out of the mold, and brings us the freedom we craved. It brings us to our knees, and shows us the Healer who gives what our hearts longed for before we even realized what we were looking for in the masks.

While I've done my own processing, I've sat on the sidelines of multiple other people's stories as knives, affairs, restraining orders, suicidal thoughts, evictions, accidents, insane 3am phone calls, and other hard drama flashed in front of my eyes. I don't need movies for entertainment, just saying. Ok, maybe once in a while to give me hope for a 'happily ever after.' I'm saying all this to say that even as I opened my own heart to processing more pain, my opportunities to enter into messy situations exponentially grew. The more we become ok with our own junk, the more we can enter into other lives. Whether anything good comes from it or not, involvement in other lives is fulfilling and life changing for us.

So dare to be vulnerable. 

Feel the pain. 

Ask the Healer to sit with you.

Reach out to a friend for help. I've found they have more free time then I thought.

And go help somebody else. 

Having both input and output is healthy.

Repeat in any order.  

Life is hard, but the man who said the Joy and pain come on the same track was so right. It's real. 

It's just like the night we were at the ER this summer. She was cutting, so the emotional weight was heavy. I parked, and went in with her to meet a off duty medical friend. I heard the helicopter land but didn't give it much thought. Later, they came to tell me that wind from the helicopter that landed on the wrong hospital had damaged my car, coming to the total of 2 grand. At least I could still drive it. After I left in the pouring rain, I noticed a rainbow that seemed to stay right in front of me. I've never seen it so close. It was then that a song from choir jumped into my head. "I've never seen a rainbow till after the rain, I never felt His healing power till I felt the pain..." In the middle of the hardest nights, we find precious moments with God that impact us more then any happy vibes would. The pain was hard, but I felt joy in knowing God was with us.

Laura Story put it down well in the words of the song Blessings. "What if the trials of this life, the rain, the storms, the hardest nights, are Your mercies in disguise?"

The challenge is for each of us to accept the hard things while others appear happy and successful without any obvious pain. It's holding it open handed, and saying, "Yes God, if I could see the whole picture, I'd choose the same story You did for me."

Some say you can always find someone who has it worse then you do. That offers perspective, but it doesn’t acknowledge the validity of your own harsh reality. Don’t discount what you have going on. But don’t make a mountain out of your mole hill, either.

This song by Greg Long was a favorite a super long time ago in a season of waiting, but anyway, new parts stick out as I reflect on the journey of the past few years like this following verse:

Pain. 

The Gift nobody longs for, 

still it comes.

Leaves us stronger when its gone away.

"Pain. The gift nobody longs for..." Just like the book, 'The Gift of Pain' and this song express, pain really is a gift. It breaks us away from self destruction. It takes us deeper into our walk with God-if we allow it to. It’s really what alerts us to the fact that something isn't right and needs to be fixed. It's in the pain that we find healing, ourselves, and what really matters in life. It's anti- intuitive, but it's truth worth grappling with.

No, I haven't become a glutton for pain, but if I were to write a book, it would have to include a chapter entitled 'Embrace the Pain.' 

There's a good chance the road to the next mountain top is through a valley. 

Till you see it clearly, just hang on to the verse that "With His stripes, we are healed." Through His pain, we find release, hope, grace, peace and healing beyond belief.

Invitations

Have you ever reflected on how God scripts details in our lives? Do you notice small things woven together into an amazing wow that captures our attention better because they happened simultaneously?

I've found the book I was reading coming alive as a phone call about a possible assignment stirs the dynamics inside of what the book was talking about. Will I keep trying to impress, and not break the mold, or will I simply be real? Thanks to the book I was just reading and processing, I'll make a different choice then I would if the timing of this phone call would have been a bit different.

I've seen God giving me an image that comes back to mind later that day as I read another book, and clearly understand what the meaning of the image is as I reflect on the words of the story. Will I choose to keep my heart alive in the midst of heart aches?

I've watched a love starved child run wild after a tiny dab of love was given to them, and heard God whisper, “That's you.”

I've had God cut my work hours in order to have a solitude with Him that brought more healing to my heart then the value of the money I would have made during the same amount of time.

He is a God who invites ever so gently. He never stops, but is constantly on the move to get our attention and call us to more. The spot at the table is open 24/7 and it has our name on it. I love how He catches us off guard and just kindly helps us lower our protective exterior a bit more.

He is always showing us, but never condemning. Full of grace and mercy, His way of confronting is powerful. I want to come. I want to be more. I want to follow His directive. I want to experience more of Him. And I want to become more like Him in this. Inviting. Welcoming. Kindly speaking truth day in and day out, without stopping.

There's plenty of conversations that I didn't handle well. Words I'd take back. And sometimes the wish that I'd have said more. There's been a lot of living, reflecting, processing, and even some progressing in 2018. {Gotta love one-liner epistles}

As we walk forward into 2019, I feel this excitement and joy that invitations will come to turn from looking at the past and learning, and instead focusing on the future and growing. I pray that the internal shift that has been slowly developing will softly harden into a good new normal in the next year. That the things I've been invited away from will continue to fall by the wayside, and that gradually I'll pull more towards the things I've been invited to. This invitation to more has me enamored, intrigued and delighted, and maybe just a bit nervous that I'll miss the mark.

But let's get back to the Invitation. God always leaves the door open, always invites, always welcomes, and graciously keeps loving on us, regardless of our response. He has an open space for us all the time. Let's linger at this image just a bit. Let's get our fill so we can be like Him in this inviting thing.

It's not a Martha Stewart special with the perfect napkins, extra frills and fancy saucers. It's being real, instead of whatever super perfection expectation I feel like everyone else holds me to. It's being alive when my world makes me want to die inside, and it's living soaked up in love instead of grabbing a dab here and there. But even more then all this, it's going the extra mile and offering all this and a cherry on top to those who need it. It's offering them a safe place to be real. It's inviting them to life when the world is beating them down. It's offering them the whole cake of love and letting them eat it, too.

Bring on another whole new steep learning curve in 2019! An invitation to defiant joy sounds exciting to me!

The Kindness Challenge

It's the theme for the new school year. Catch kids being kind. It's been fun to see the positives, to encourage the seedlings of good, and just to bless and be blessed.

One of the threads of this whole past summer has been multiple conversations about stereotyping, and judgements. Reality is, no matter who you are, or what part of the world you hail from, you have a certain filter or worldview that you measure everything and everyone by. Your culture will always try to inform your filter, but it doesn't mean you have to go by what they say.

I confess the man with the beat up car who said thanks sorta blew my profiling way out of the water. You see, not everything is as it appears. Just because a car is beat up doesn't mean the driver's the bad guy. Yours truly can testify to owning a currently scratched car that I wasn't even inside when the damage was done. Crazy things happen like helicopter wind pushing things into cars while you sit in the ER with a friend, but insurance should be covering soon. I could say, "Well my car isn't as beat up as his..." but that misses the point. I don't know his story, anymore then he knows mine. But he was thoughtful enough to say thanks. He really gets the kindness challenge, the moral of the "Find the Positive" story. I have no right to expect less cause his car is beat up worse then mine. Take the beam out of your own eye before you start judging someone else. Could be a 747 made an emergency landing and hit his car. Maybe insurance hasn't kicked in for him yet either.

One grade has been learning about making predictions about what comes next in the story. We can also make our own hypotheses about people and the story of their lives. We need to either confirm that we are right, or adjust our way of thinking, after we find out more details of the story.

Whenever you come in contact with people from different backgrounds and cultures, you come face to face with different ideas rubbing against your own worldview. In the fray, apply kindness and compassion. Accept the kindness challenge. Find the positive. Make the difference only you can make. When they speak harshly, speak grace. When you find differences that are hard to reconcile, combine truth with love.

Another thing this world could use more is empathy. Just because someone looks ok, doesn't mean they are. You don't know what is going on. Broken hearts, shattered dreams, depression, sickness, and more can go undetected to the visible eye. If you have been there, and even if you haven't, apply the kindness challenge to everyone you meet.

The Kindness Challenge. Go ahead, change the world. It happens one small kindness at a time.

Dream Again

50 hours of non mentally capturing work has a way of making visionaries think outside the box. In the space of dust is the perfect place to imagine 6 impossible things before breakfast, especially when you start early.

So why not dream a bit...
What a property could become and the businesses could be...
Who people in dark and dangerous places could become... and how we could potentially help them.
What we want our legacy to be...
The multiple types of work we'd love to do like florist, author, painter, chef, world changer, social enterprising, travel blogger, pilot, designer, and the list could go on...
The things we'd still love to see and do...
How could we bless the people around us, and how can we speak words of life to them?

I watch people around me and wonder if they still hold a dream in their heart. If they have become jaded and quit dreaming. If life has handed too many lemons to feel like trying to squeeze something delicious out of it, or if buried deep inside is still that one thing they want to do.

I get it. Smashed dreams. Brokenness. Raw. But my friends, that is not where it stops.

I've heard so many quotes like "If you find yourself in a bad chapter, it's not the end of the story."
Last year's birthday gift from God was a divinely appointed coffee appointment with someone who has seen really amazing things come on the heels of bad circumstances.
An older lady shared about a dramatic time in her life of losses and gains.
Isaiah 62 talks about how God pursues us till His righteousness reflects back to Him from us. It's His love that takes all kinds of things that we don't like and uses them to show us how much He cares.

Psalm 105 talks about Joseph and how he was tested till his dream came to pass. I heard a sermon recently about how the Bible says during each difficult part of this patriarch's life that "...God was with him." Joseph has become one of my heroes that God keeps bringing back to encourage me. Recently, I found notes from an old Bible School class entitled "Joseph." One of my most favorite Sight and Sound plays is the one about Joseph. I shared his story with a friend going through a difficult time along with the rest of his ethnic group in Asia. I'm sure he felt his story was hard, that it wasn't anything fantastic or special, and yet here I am, thousands of years later, still contemplating his faithfulness, courage, and trust as I process my own dreams that haven't yet come to pass.

So if you find yourself in the middle of hard circumstances and the road is all uphill, rest, but don't quit. As some might say, "It ain't over till the fat lady sings."

There are better things to come.
Instead of turning to building relationship safety features and security so deep that most people have no idea what is happening inside anymore, dream.

So go ahead and dream of the impossible, hard things working out.
That work turning out far beyond your dreams...
That relationship becoming way better then you ever could imagine...
That desire being fulfilled in ways beyond your current comprehension...

Dream, not because the circumstances seem to indicate hope, but because you trust in the One who is in the business of redemption and hope.

Dare to go even farther and dream of crushed hope being rebuilt...
Of smashed dreams being resurrected in something far more fabulous...
Of broken things being turned into beautiful pieces of divine art...

Base your hope and trust on Him, nothing else... commit it to Him and He will bring it to pass, in His time, for your good.