Where I’m At

I haven’t written in awhile.  Amidst the end-of-summer craziness and back to school hubbub, I just haven’t really had anything worth writing about or the time to write it.

But, miracle of miracles; my kids are all in school.  At this moment it’s just me, my dog, and a coconut mocha.

It’s a true miracle that Gabe is in school.  Yesterday he felt good enough that we decided it was the day.  His backpack had been packed weeks earlier.  He was scared but I coached him on what to say if anyone asked what was wrong with his skin.  I said if he started crashing at school to tell his teacher and I would come pick him up immediately.  gg

I dropped him off and got tears in my eyes.  He hasn’t been able to go to school since last February.  He’s come so far and there were days we felt like we would never get here.

He had a good day and was optimistic going back again today.

I had posted about it on facebook when a facebook friend commented, “GIVE GOD THE PRAISE!!!”.

I know she meant well but I felt an unexpected pang of irritation and anger.

A couple weeks ago I had been worshipping in my car and God had revealed to me the nature of the thing I’ve been battling for months, or even longer…

My trust in his goodness towards me has been seriously wounded and it was shaky to begin with.

There’s been so many hard things, so many painful things…and then this?  Even coming out (hopefully) on the other side of the worst of it…my soul has been so traumatized by witnessing suffering that no parent should have to see.

Sobs in the night.  Wounds that won’t heal  A true sense of hopelessness.

I know God is there, has been there.  But, it’s complicated.  I’m hesitant to speak to anyone about my feelings because I just can’t handle getting chastised or beaten over the head with platitudes.

I know what’s blocking my growth is my lack of submission to God.  But how can you submit when you can’t trust?

I’m still working things out.  I still believe.  I still listen.

This is just where I’m at and I have to give myself permission to be ok with that.

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Sisters and Grace

Growing up I had two sisters (also a lone brother, pity him).  My older sister is 7 years older than me so I mostly looked up to her, followed her around, and attempted to read her diary (unsuccessfully though because it was in cursive, and I was 7).

My younger sister was only a year younger though so we were incredibly close but fought like you wouldn’t believe.

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We only looked sweet and innocent!

I’m pretty sure my parents considered adoption at points!

We’re both so much alike in that we are head strong, idealistic, and passionate.  We’ve gotten into many debates.  We’ve taken different paths.  At times those paths led us in wildly different directions.  We’ve done things to hurt each other.  I was the dutiful, worried big sister and she was the care-free little sister throwing caution to the wind.

But blood is thicker than water and we’ve always come back and managed to sort through our differences. cicisash

When you love people you find common ground.  You work things out.  You forgive.

Offense can sneak in and bring down families, churches, marriages, even ones faith.

I was wrestling with it recently (um, today, it was today) and I want to share how we can recognize it and deal with it effectively.

As soon as I realized I was upset with a certain someone I tried to quiet my emotions and keep my perspective.  But when you are offended your emotions get inflamed with hurt and anger and indignation and perspective can be quick to fly out the window.  My own tendency is to get offended and then try to figure it out on my own, like “why did that person do that?  What are they really saying?  What is their problem? (it’s always their problem, amiright?!)”…

But today I felt all that rising up in me and I stopped, dropped and prayed.  I did.  I put my hair dryer down and knelt right in my bathroom to pray.  “Lord, I don’t want to be offended.  I know it is a big deal to you.  Lord, help me to let this go.  Lord, please help this person.  Please give them clarity and grace and maybe a gentle smack up the side of the head with an anointing of perspective.  Amen.”

Normally I wouldn’t surrender it like that.  I’d analyze and over-analyze and get all tied up in knots over it.  I would sleep horribly and then feel even worse.  Because offense steals our peace.  It steals our joy.  It stops up the fountain of the grace of God from flowing freely in our lives.

But I did pray, and I felt so much better.  I let it go.  I didn’t pick it back up.

Often, people hurt us out of their own places of wounding.  Our insecurity causes us to act a fool at times.  It can control us if we aren’t careful.  I know I’ve sinned from that place.  I’ve needed grace a’plenty.  Why would I not being willing to extend it?

There are very serious warning about not letting offense come in and take over.

“Pursue peace with all men…that no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many.”  Hebrews 12:14-15 

Your bitter root is not staying contained.  That thing is going to wind its way around you until it chokes the life out of you and goes on to defile many.  Bitterness is something that we starve or nurture.  We need to pull it out by the root.  We need to deal with offenses as they come so that we don’t have any rotten roots growing wild producing rotten fruit stinking up our lives.

We’re all human so it’s safe to say that wherever we gather; stupid, insensitive things will be said.  People will feel left out.  People will clash.

We need to keep strengthening those forgiveness muscles.  Especially in those close relationships where you see people at their best and also at their worst.

There isn’t much sadder than the distance that results from a refusal to forgive.  People can genuinely love each other but lose years of precious time together because of the bitterness that took hold.

Also, (hello) it’s a major, major deal to God.

“But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.”  Matthew 6:15

God isn’t going to give you this beautiful and costly gift for you to hoard to yourself.  We don’t siphon grace.  We live it out.  He forgave, so we can too.

Writing and Calling

Lately I’ve been thinking about the nature of our calling and how we practically walk that out.

I’ve known since first grade that I loved writing and wanted to be a writer.  It’s been a bumpy road to actually start though.  For so long I wanted to write, and not just write but fulfill the calling I felt.  I would feel like the Holy Spirit illuminated things to me in my time with him and I wanted to share with others.

What I was lacking was technical skills.  During my years in high school I was not a great student and went to an alternative school where we mostly just got credit for showing up.  I have zero college.

I just started though.  I had no idea how to set up a blog so I started writing little notes on Facebook.  Starting this blog was a big step as well.  Still, I’ve really struggled with wanting to just delete everything because of personal insecurity.  While I want my platform to grow, I’ll admit that I’m happy that I write in relative obscurity.  I really like to be real and authentic and I write from my heart…which is what I want but it also leaves me vulnerable to criticism.

I read a blog from a fellow INFJ recently that addressed our need to be validated https://ispeakpeople.com/validation/  Do I relate?  uh…yeah!  sallyI feel you, Sally.  The struggle is real!

About a year and half ago I joined a question and answer website (ah heck, it was quora)….  I was looking for answers on my then little pup and his biting.  I got sucked in.  I can offer advice online to strangers?  People care what I have to say?  People asking me for HELP!  Yes, please!

I went from having a few people read my stuff to thousands.  I was getting all kinds of recognition that I hadn’t gotten before.  It was dizzying and exciting and wonderful.

The approval went to my head and the entire thing became an idol to me.  I knew without a doubt it was coming between God and myself.  But it was so hard for me to give it up.  After months of tug and war, and becoming increasingly miserable, I did.

Now I’m back to writing for a very small audience.  I know that God has a call on my life.  I hope for more.  But I realized that all along I was seeking the dreams God had put on my heart more than God himself.  The dreams were all good.  I genuinely want to help people.  I genuinely want to write in a way that glorifies God.  But… do I want that actualization of my dreams more than God himself?

I got a mental picture today in church.  I’ve been feeling pretty isolated lately.  I feel like I’ve gone through a long season of giving things up but I’m still waiting for doors to open, you know?  It’s that tough place in between.  But God put in my mind a mental image during worship today at church- that it’s better to be alone in the desert with God than virtually anywhere else without him.

The desert is his training ground.  It’s sacred ground.  It’s the secret place where he can nurture the character until you can operate in your gift with grace and humility.  Your gift isn’t the be all, end all.  Your character is far more important.

“But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well….” Matthew 6:33

Not going to lie, I know I still need more time.  I still have lessons to learn.  I realize I need to seek God first, and everything else (including opportunities for ministry work) will be like a cherry on the top of the sundae that is knowing God and walking with him intimately.

I also know I have a very (looonnngggg) way to go where I don’t need approval so badly.  It’s just a process.  There’s no way to rush it.  In the mean time I know there are treasures to be found right where I’m at.  Treasures I may not have noticed if I had more “going on” in my life.

 

Mini-Me Emo

Have you ever thought to yourself, “I wish I had a mini-me!”?  lol  Me neither. 15977912_10158152160410074_5460029857167451154_n But it happened.  My son Gabe is so much like me.  He looks like me and basically has my personality down to his music taste.  True story; as a child my favorite song was “Take on Me” by A-ha.  Which is now his favorite song.  It’s so odd sometimes just how much gets passed down from one generation to the next.

I’m a sensitive introvert (an INFJ, to be exact) and I’m guessing he is too.  I swing between two extremes in personality- everything is wonderful and I love everyone…or woe is me!  Nobody loves me!  Life is horrible!

Basically wildly vacillating between these two extremes…

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I see so much of that in my son as well.  Finding out my personality type was extremely helpful in understanding why I think and act the way I do.

I know I write in a very serious manner but that is just part of my personality.  In my life I am really very goofy and silly and weird.  I love to laugh and would do just about anything to elicit a laugh.  But I also have this very serious, reflective side.  Lately, that part has been very much in the forefront in going through an extended health crisis with my son.

Under stress I’ve just not been in the best “head space”.  I think a part of me was upset when everyone else’s life just kept going like normal when mine came to a screeching halt.

INFJs are known for “door-slamming” when under pressure and I can look back and see I have done that multiple times in the past few months.  A door slam is when we reach a point of stress and frustration that is such that we completely cut people out of our lives.

Today I took a major step forward in repairing one such damaged relationship.  It felt really good.  I realized (ouch ouch ouch) that I can be a bit of (!!!) a drama queen at times.  I have compassion on myself though because I’ve been given this weird insight into how I am wired, because I see so much of it in my son as well.

I’m emotional.  I get hurt easy.  I tend to turn inwards instead of just outright addressing problems.  But I’m also caring and thoughtful and quick to forgive when I eventually do come to my senses.

Having children is humbling but also enlightening.  I know, for me, it has helped me to be more compassionate with myself.  I love my children so dearly but I see the humanness there.  Their weaknesses.  Their struggles.  But I love them so much, they are so precious to me.  I love them for who they are, not in spite of their humanity but because of it.  They are vulnerable and they need me and that only makes me love them more.

I think God sees us very much the same.  He loves us in our humanity, in our struggle.  He has a Father’s heart towards us.  It gives me a tremendous sense of comfort to think of God in that way.

“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!” Isaiah 49:15

I think that is a word for someone.  I will not forget you! 

“Heavenly Father, help us to get a sense of how much, how dearly, you love us.  Help us to know and truly understand that you will not, can not, forget us.  You fashioned us uniquely in our Mothers womb.  You know us intimately and love us eternally.  Amen”

A Midsummers Night Blog

This is just going to be kind of a random blog about Gabe’s progress and life in general.

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Lindt chocolate ball,  mmm

Gabe is now 5 months into topical steroid withdrawal.  I know I left off with sharing what rough shape he was in a couple weeks ago (with what may or may not have been measles…) without any real update.  He did get better.  Now he is back to his usual TSW self.

His skin looks much better than in the early days (or even two weeks ago with mystery illness!) but his energy levels are still very low.  I imagine long term topical steroid use caused major adrenal gland suppression and it is just taking a long time for them to “re-boot”.

At this point he is still sitting in his favorite spot, the recliner, for most of the day.  He doesn’t want to go anywhere.  I can’t blame him.  Minnesota summers are hot and very humid and it aggravates his condition horribly.  Just 5-10 minutes outside will lead to a 20 minutes “itchfest” where he’ll scratch till he is bleeding and in pain.

One of the hardest things is feeling guilty because so much of my time goes to taking care of Gabe.  My other two children just aren’t getting as much attention.  We could have picked a better time to start!  I feel like we are all missing out on summer fun, seeing as how we spend most of our time indoors.

I know next summer will be different, will be better.

In the mean time I can’t wait for school to start.  I know moms aren’t supposed to say that, but it’s true.  I am truly an introvert, and I need a good deal of peace and quiet every day for a sense of emotional well-being.  Being mostly stuck inside all day with three loud children is very draining!  That plus the fact that many nights Gabe is literally up till midnight and then up again at 7 am, needing care.

As someone who is naturally prone to depression, I feel like I have been handling this all really well.  My husband is my support system for sure.  Plus my sweet dog (the subject of my last blog post) he is always there with his comforting presence.  And of course, God (!!!).

There has been quite a lot of pain along the way.  In that this condition is very alienating and I haven’t gotten as much support from other people in my life as I would hope for.  I have felt judgement (real or imagined) at our decision to take Gabe off of his potent steroid creams.

I know that ultimately it really doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.  My husband and I are 100% on the same page.  We feel like God led us to this point.  I know that Gabe will heal and that will be vindication in itself, along with being our greatest hope realized.

In closing I think that so often we feel like if God is with us, the journey would be easier.  We feel like if we are hurting and exhausted, God can’t possibly be involved.  But that just isn’t the case.  Just like how he met with the Patriarchs in the desert, he meets with us in our “desert”.

“I will make rivers flow on barren heights, and springs within the valleys. I will turn the desert into pools of water, and the parched ground into springs.” Isaiah 41:81

“Lord, help us to find your streams of life-giving waters in whatever barren wilderness we find ourselves in.  Help us to rise above our circumstances as we keep our eyes on you.  Do a work in our hearts as we submit the brokenness of our situations to you.  Help us to know that you are the prize we seek and that we have eternal value as your workmanship in Christ Jesus.  Amen”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Devotion

When I get up in the mornings it’s usually just me and my dog for a blessed period of relative quiet until my kids wake up.

This morning was no different.  I got myself some coffee and gave my dog, Copper, a scoop of food and headed down to the basement to read my Bible.  My dog actually abandoned his uneaten bowl of food to follow me.  Which is hilarious, because we joke he has two great loves in life- eating and Mama (me).

I was really touched that he would rather be by my side than eat alone.

My husband calls him my “Hachi” because of his devotion.  On nights when I went to work he would refuse to leave the door until I got home.  This is him waiting (so sadly!) for me to get back. spudy

It’s an honor to have the love and devotion of a pet.  He wants to be near me because he knows I love him.

I wonder what are we willing to give up to be with our Heavenly Father?

A few minutes of sleep in the morning?  Our “channel-surfing” time?

How do we show our love and devotion?

This morning I just absolutely had to go to church.  We’ve mostly missed church since Gabe started TSW about 5 months ago.  This morning we went, though it meant rushing around and the kids eating snacks and having juice boxes for breakfast in the car for a makeshift breakfast.

It was so great though.  The worship and message were great, and exactly what I needed.  We went up for the altar call after the service.  Tim carried Gabe up.  An older couple prayed over us.  I just cried and cried and the older lady held me and it was very healing.

I’ve read about people going through extended dry spells where the presence of God seems to always elude them, but that has never been the case for me.  If I’m dry it’s because I’m not really seeking.

“You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.” Jeremiah 29:13

I have always found him so faithful, so eager to meet with me.  When I put my phone down and instead spend those early moments in the day seeking Him, I find he is there waiting.  I’m so thankful for that.  That he isn’t far away, or hard to find.

“….though he is not far from any one of us.” Acts 17:27

“Father, thank you that you are so available to us, so near.  Help us to put aside distractions and earnestly seek you with all our heart.  For those of us who are seekers, please make yourself so visible and tangible.  Amen.”

 

The True “Message”

Waves of dismay and perhaps indignation swept through the evangelical community yesterday.  Eugene Peterson, a Presbyterian pastor and author of “The Message”, came out in support of gay marriage.

Coincidentally, I was just reading up on Jen Hatmaker and the fallout after she “came out” with similar views.

I really want to handle the subject with compassion.  It isn’t just a matter of theology or lifestyle choices.  This is incredibly important but potentially polarizing.

First, a little about my background- I’m a minnesotan girl so I grew up in the land of Lutheran churches and potlucks in church basements (you betcha!).  My parents also would occasionally bring us to conferences in “the cities” where we were exposed to a weird, amped up form of charismatic Christianity (I remember seeing people rolling around and barking).

As a young adult coming into my own faith I was very drawn towards a toned down version of charismatic evangelicalism.  I identified as a Pentecostal and my husband and I have attended various Assembly of God congregations over the years.  I personally like strong, biblical teaching with an emphasis on allowing the Holy Spirit to move and direct the service.

I view the Bible as the absolute authority.  It’s the plumb line of truth.  I believe the Word is living and active and that it holds the very essence of God himself.  “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”  The Word is inextricably connected to Jesus, who in himself contains the fullness of deity (Col. 2:9).  All scripture is divinely inspired, “God-breathed” (2 Tim. 2:16).

You can not separate Biblical Christianity from the Word of God; the Bible.

“But Sierra, there are different interpretations…”  Yes, there are.  Some verses and passages are difficult to understand.  But there are other topics that are incredibly clear.  One being Gods stance on sexual sin.

“Or do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor men who have sex with men….” 1 Cor. 6:9

“The Spirit clearly says that in later times some will abandon the faith and follow deceiving spirits and things taught by demons.” 1 Timothy 4:1

I do believe we are living in the last days.  Popular, mainstream Bible teachers are beginning to turn away from the plain truth of scripture and embrace the Worlds stance.  Mr. Peterson even adapted the Bible for modern ears, conveniently rewording passages and dropping mentions of the sinfulness of a gay lifestyle.

Do I claim to understand everything in the Word of God?  Of course not.  There are things I don’t understand.  Things I’m still wrestling through.  But if I disagree, if I am offended by the Word- I’m the one in error.  The Word is eternal.  The Word will endure when everything else turns to dust.

Heaven help me if I use my (admittedly, much smaller) platform to teach contrary to the Word of God.

“Not many of you should become teachers, my fellow believers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly.”  James 3:1

I’m not hardened to the plight of those who want to follow God who also feel same-sex attraction.  All I can say is that we are called to be living sacrifices as we follow Christ.  Our whole beings, including our sexuality- is to be consecrated to God.  Each believer has to work that out, between themselves and their Creator.

I think the church should be welcoming to those from the LGBT community without losing ahold of the truth of God.  We can be compassionate but, like Jesus, full of grace and truth.

Otherwise, if we are start discarding scripture that doesn’t fit with our world view… where will we end up?  And who are we to argue with God?  Who are we to say that our vision of human sexuality is better, more evolved, than his?  “You turn things upside down, as if the potter were thought to be like the clay! Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it, “You did not make me”? Can the pot say to the potter, “You know nothing”?  Isaiah 29:6

We need to tell people the truth, or we could be “compassionately” losing hold of the Gospel, the very power of God unto salvation… in our effort to make the faith more palatable to a lost and dying world.  A gospel that doesn’t save isn’t the gospel at all.

The power of the Gospel drives life change.  The presence of God demands holiness.  “Be holy, because I am holy.” 1 Peter 1:16  We are either embracing the work of God, submitting to the death of our own sin nature, or we are not.  We can’t get to the resurrection without going through the cross.

Are people born gay?  I have no idea.  What I do know is that we are all afflicted in various ways because of the curse.  Romans 8 describes how all creation was subjected to this curse.  We all carry this death in our beings.  We are all warped and hopelessly broken. We all wait for the children of God to be revealed, when everything that is currently wrong will be made right.  In the mean time we have to rise above because- “we have an obligation—but it is not to the flesh, to live according to it. For if you live according to the flesh, you will die; but if by the Spirit you put to death the misdeeds of the body, you will live.” Romans 8:12

How that looks for each of us is going to be different. My temptations and struggles are unique to me.  There are things I’m working out with God.  Parts of my flesh that don’t need to be rehabbed, they need to be crucified.  Just like every single person that would accept the message and chose to carry their cross.

In closing I want to specify that we can all do this thing because “we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are–yet he did not sin.” Hebrew 4:15 Jesus is compassionate to the struggles we face.  He does not judge the sin of homosexual acts harsher than any other sin.  He loves the LGBT crowd just as much as the potluck crowd.  There is hope for the gossip, healing for the addict, courage for the coward.

The transformative power of the Gospel is for all.  “All those the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never drive away.” John 6:37

As the Church, we need to be kind, loving, compassionate while holding onto the truth revealed in the Word of God.  We also need to be aware that the climate of culture is becoming such that we need to be willing to be firm in the face of being labeled as homophobic, bigoted, hateful, etc., in fact we should expect that.  We need to know where we stand, even if that means enduring persecution.