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Do You Agree With Alfa Romeo?

Hummm….now isn’t that interesting. 

As I listened Sunday night to the Super Bowl commercial, my mind wandered beyond the gridiron. The words declared: “Balance isn’t found; it is created.” That is what Alfa Romeo said, and they paid 5 million dollars for 30 seconds to say it.

What do you think? 

The subject of balance wedges its way into conversations around conference tables, kitchen tables, and even picnic tables. Somehow we long to get our hands around the phenomena as if decoding the dilemma will relieve stress, destroy dichotomy, and provide a sweet, serene life. 

But I ask: 
What about the friend suffering through radiation treatments for breast cancer? Can she create balance?
What about the mother nursing a newborn? Can she create balance?
What about the family struggling to make a mortgage payment? Can they create balance?

Sorry Alfa Romeo. I don’t think so. 

Forgive me if I sound cynical. I really don’t mean to; I can’t even pretend to be a good cynic. It is just that life’s curves, twists, and turns take us places we never knew we would go, and it takes much more than created balance to hold it in the road. 

It takes Jesus.

Wrong Goal: Create Balance
As a mother with three little ones five and under, I thought if I could just create balance, life would be manageable. This misguided goal led to misguided assumptions, and misguided expectations. 

God graciously intervened, and brought a beloved book into my life, the content of which set me free from the pursuit of creating balance.

The book, Between Walden and the Whirlwind by Jean Flaming now sits on my mahogany bookshelf among a select group of personal classics. This resource states, “Focusing life, not simplifying it – or even balancing it – is the key to truly Christ-centered living.”  

Reality: Ebb and Flow
Creating balance is a myth. Moreover, I have learned that life occurs in an ebb and flow. Like the waves of an ocean, there exists surges of demands to meet, responsibilities to supervise, crises to manage, and even opportunities to harness. None of these gives credence to balance. 

In like manner and in due season, the inevitability of a receding tide occurs. Life moves at a slower pace and demands assume a quieter demeanor.

Right Goal: Fixed Focus
A fixed focus of walking with Jesus protects from the disappointing pursuit of seeking balance, and gives way to seeking Him. Herein lies rest and peace, which believe me, is far more stabilizing than balance.

So Alfa Romeo,
Though I disagree with your theory, I will gladly accept your keys. Make it red, please.

 

Pausing to Ponder Lessons Life Has Taught Me

Mountain climbing is not in my wheelhouse - but I love a good hike. The thought of packing a picnic with a friend, and heading for the heights percolates my endorphins.

The WOW moment comes when we burst onto a vista, and drink in the sprawling beauty. Before moving onward, we turn to look back. This pause to gaze behind, to survey the ground covered, provides a view of stupendous clarity. Absolutely, the view in both directions justifies the effort.

Life is like that. When we stop (pause), turn and look back, the terrain covered takes on remarkable intrigue. Clarity, hitherto hidden, comes into sharper focus. Lessons learned spur us on as we, yet again, lean into living and move forward. 

From my personal vantage point of six decades and six years, I gaze back upon a journey which is rich with mistakes, laced with sorrow, resplendent with joy, blessed beyond measure. 

I invite you to join me here on my page of pause as I articulate some of life’s lessons acquired from 24,090 days of hiking. 

Time spent with Jesus is life’s single most important and best habit to develop.

The Bible is not just a good suggestion.

Jesus is so sweet and pain is an incredible teacher.

You can’t outgive God.

Hard places are holy places.

Life is always lived on two levels, sorrowful yet rejoicing. (2 Corinthians 6:10)

Invest in what will last for eternity: God, God’s Word, and people.

Make your spouse your best friend. (if married)

The safest place to be is the center of God’s will.

Thy will be done is the best prayer to pray – the faster the better.

A good night's sleep solves a number of problems.

In the face of a crisis there is no time for preparation; live to be prepared.

Say yes whenever you can, especially to your adult children.

Be quick to forgive. You will never be sorry. 

Always take the initiative; this will forever be the right choice.

Coffee with a friend is one of life's richest treasures.

Grateful people are happy people.

Love your grandchildren; let your children parent them.

Write thank you notes.

Say, I love you, often.

Maintaining long-term life friendships takes time and money. The investment pays untold dividends.

Never go to bed angry with your spouse.

Opinions are just that - opinions. Be a seeker of truth, not opinions.

Learn to laugh at yourself.

In making a hard decision, ask, If I had to decide in the next 5 minutes, what would my decision be?

Seek to bless, not to impress.

Take responsibility for your own spiritual growth; be a self-feeder.

Daily duties do matter – make your bed, floss your teeth.

Giving thanks in all things is a supernatural first right step. (I Thessalonians 5:18)

Walk - for exercise, for therapy.

An undeserved curse does not come to rest. (Proverbs 26:2)

Be a learner; always be learning something new - a new verse, a new hobby, a new language, a new recipe, a new sport, a new skill.

Refuse to be bitter.

Attend family reunions.

Read biographies.

Resist the temptation to be defensive; allow The Lord to be your Defender.

When seeking clarity of direction, ask yourself, On my deathbed, what will I be glad I decided to do?

Be the last link in a chain of gossip.

90% of life is attitude; the other 10% is perspective.

The quality of my thinking determines the quality of my life.

Become an interesting person to sit beside at a dinner party.

Love music; attend concerts.

In the season of your birthday, give yourself a birthday present and spend a day alone with the Lord; thank Him for your gift of life and Life.

Perfectionists are not happy people. Pursue excellence, not perfection.

Memorize the Twenty Cans of Success by Neil Anderson

Don’t be afraid to die.

Keep a journal; keep it simple.

Glance at the problem; gaze at Jesus.

Look a child in his or her eyes when speaking with them.

Belong to a group. 

Read through the Bible as a way of life.

Become a discerning warrior; learn to recognize the fiery darts of the evil one.

Determine never to criticize your spouse to other people. 

Be interested in the story of the individual you are with at the moment.

Let other people tell their own business.

Fight to protect family meals together. 

Distance need not destroy relationships.

Obsessing is self-focus. 

Never begrudge driving your children places they need to go. Redeem the time in the car.

Enjoy a vase of fresh flowers in your home.

Start where you stand.

Appreciate the company of people older than you. 

Don’t drive into the garage with the gas tank on empty. 

Sunday as a day of rest is a supernatural reality for the rest of the week.

Give yourself wholeheartedly to God’s calling on your life.

And now for #66, one for every year of life so far...

"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength." (Mark 12:28-30)


Living with eternal intentionality:
What are some of the lessons life has taught you? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two Words that Touch God's Heart

Greetings this January day. I am away from my desk to celebrate and serve in the arrival of our newest grandchild. This week's guest blog post is written by Jane Glenchur. I am always inspired by her walk with God.

After being led by the Lord to quit her dermatology practice to become a stay-at-home mom, Jane Glenchur entered into a 16 year prayer apprenticeship with God which became the basis for her book, Seven Secrets to Power Prayer: How to Access God’s Wisdom and Miracles Every Day. She teaches readers how to engage with God to take the stress and guesswork out of decision-making and to receive personalized answers to their prayers. You can follow Jane at janeglenchur.blogspot.com and at JaneGlenchur.Author.com. Now for her blog post. 

Two Words that Touch God's Heart

7 pm Election Eve night: The tension in our home was palpable. Who would be elected president the next day? In a matter of seconds the tension doubled. I was not prepared for my daughter’s phone call. “Grandma fell. The life squad is on their way.”

Memories of her fall five years ago flooded my thoughts—three pelvic fractures, a broken shoulder, life-threatening complications, and months of rehabilitation. Not again! 

Grabbing just the essentials with a quick explanation to my family, I raced out the door and headed for the nearest hospital. “No broken bones this time, Lord. I speak life and healing over my mom.”

My daughter arrived at the emergency room a few minutes after I did. Ten minutes later the ambulance pulled up. Mom was surprisingly chipper. “I didn’t break any bones this time.” Her declaration reassured us until they moved her off the ambulance gurney onto a hospital bed. Her ear piercing screams spoke one diagnosis to my medical mind—major fracture. Prayer requests for no broken bones seemed almost futile at this point but I sent them anyway to my prayer partners. 

The stress from spending days in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) and seeing my mother in agonizing pain sapped my energy almost as much as it did my mom’s. Then I remembered the inspiring story of Kenneth Bae, the Korean-American who spent two years in a North Korean prison camp. 

During the first half of his imprisonment he thought and prayed about one thing—being released and returning home. When his captors reassured him he would be spending the rest of his life there, his prayers changed: “Lord, use me.” He began to see his imprisonment as an assignment for the Lord. From then on Mr. Bae looked for every opportunity to share the good news of Christ with the prison guards or anyone else he came in contact with. His spirits lifted. He had purpose there.

I arose the next morning with a single prayer: “Lord, use me. Show me who needs Your touch today.” I settled onto the couch in my mother’s ICU room with plenty of reading material for the day ahead. In walked the respiratory therapist—a new one I hadn’t met. She was wearing a bright red shirt with an American flag on the back and large white letters on the front, but I couldn’t quite make out what they said. 

“What does your shirt say?” I asked. She explained that her son was in the military, deployed overseas in a dangerous area, and the shirt was to honor all those who are deployed. As I inquired further about her son the tears rose in her eyes. Her face told me what I needed to know. This was my God assignment. “I’ll be praying for your son this week.”

She thanked me and left. That evening the Lord impressed on me to give her a copy of my book on prayer. The next day they transferred my mother to a regular floor. Would I ever see this military mom again?
 
“Lord, please send her to my mom’s room.”

A few hours she walked in to my mother’s new room with another therapist she was training. Not exactly the privacy I needed to talk with her. She came back a second time again accompanied by the other person.

“Lord, please send her back by herself so I can pray for her.” A few hours later she returned alone.

Uncertain whether she was a Christian, I gently probed: “Do you pray for your son?” She responded affirmatively. I shared how the Lord had impressed on my heart to give her a copy of my book and then inquired if I could pray for her and her son. As I asked the Lord to comfort her and protect her son tears streamed down her face. 

 “You are the third person in 24 hours to pray for me,” she said. Two chaplains had pulled her aside in the ICU sensing her distress and had approached her to pray even though they had come to minister to patients. Then she added: “I wasn’t even supposed to be on your mom’s floor today.” 

“I prayed God would send you here. You are etched on the palms of His hands. His eyes are always upon you.” She shook her head in amazement. We hugged goodbye and she left.

Two little words: “Use me”—touched God’s heart, her heart and mine. I learned that God can use us anytime, anywhere, even in our deepest distress when we take our eyes off our circumstances and focus on Him.

By the way, despite the medical staff’s conviction (and my fears) that my mom must have broken a bone somewhere to cause such excruciating pain, numerous repeat x-rays over the next two weeks showed no fractures!