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I’m afraid my last post on gratitude may have overshadowed the more important one just before on Adoration.  {I want to say thanks for all the sympathy over my missing sandals, too, by the way… I see what most people picked up on so readily!}   

Anyway, I’ve been meditating on thoughts from the Weavings journal this week and wanted to write a little more on the subject.

At times a response of gratitude is incredibly easy.  Lately I have been enjoying a season where things are going well.  There is a song called Blessed Be Your Name, and I have pretty much been living the words: when the sun’s shining down on me, when the world’s all as it should be…

But what about the dry times when we are: found in the desert place, walking through the wilderness?  Matt Redmon’s lyrics continue: Every blessing you pour out I’ll turn back to praise.  When the darkness closes in Lord, still I will say:  Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Deborah Smith Douglas, in her article quoted previously, shares how she and a friend started e-mailing each other daily with a specific gratitude list which included small things such as enjoying a ripe peach at breakfast.  She talks about how this discipline changed her perspective profoundly. 

Shortly after starting this e-mail exchange, both women experienced difficult health problems.  They continued their gratitude lists, though, and started to see every tiny improvement as a blessing and milestone.  Even through their pain they were able to be grateful.

What began as a simple accounting of the mercies in our lives - that we might give more authentic and specific thanks for them - gradually came to change not only what we saw (”things” to thank God for) but how we saw them (with amazement, joy, love, and praise)…which led to a qualitative change of perception.

  

Douglas illustrates the process with the above optical illusion, Rubin’s “vase-faces”.

Rubin demonstrated with these images that we do not automatically “see” anything:  our brains shape what our eyes observe…We interpret reality.  We make choices all the time about what our eyes perceive, and - significantly - we can train that perception, can learn to see in new ways, can become aware of both the figure of the vase and the independent validity of the field that surrounds it.

By the same token, we can learn to see grace in all things.  Changing ourselves begins with changing our perspective.  As C.S. Lewis points out, “What you see…depends a good deal on where you are standing:  it also depends on what sort of person you are.”

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This is getting too long, but there is so much more in here.  I haven’t really gotten to the part that talks about offering a sacrifice of praise.  Those times when we walk on the road marked with suffering, though there’s pain in the offering (Redmon).  What is there to be thankful for in the dark times?  And yet Scripture calls us to give thanks in all circumstances, at all times and for everything.

Henri Nouwen points out that we tend to divide our lives into “good things to remember with gratitude and painful things to accept or forget.”  We are usually willing to find God in, and be grateful to God for, obvious blessings (the “figure” in Rubin’s experiment).  We may need practice to see that God is also present in the background (the initially hidden “field”), giving meaning and hope even in the darker and most difficult times.

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A habit of gratitude, then, can give us a more positive outlook on life.  More than that, it can actually change the way we perceive reality, can open our eyes to grace hidden in plain sight.

Gratitude

This weekend was a joyful time, out of which a gratitude list flows naturally:

*  First of all for John’s accomplishment.  He has been in this program five years, and has grown so much through the experience. 

But also for:

*  Our parents.  John’s parents were able to fly out for graduation.  My mom was able to stay with our girls, which enabled me to accompany John.  We have such supportive parents, and we are truly thankful!

*  Mentors.  Charles Siburt, David Wray and the other profs who have shaped John’s theology and leadership over the past seventeen years.  It is scary to imagine how our lives would be without their influence.

*  Dear friends:  Ken & Paula, Bart & Laura, Jon & Brenna, Nic & Vanessa, Garrett & Meghan, Chris Smith.  It was a treat to visit with each of them (even if it was just “in spirit” with K & P).

*  ACU.  This university is such a deep source of refreshment, but I can’t quite figure why it is situated in an isolated desert.  I wish ACU were more accessible so that we and others could drink of the waters there more often. 

I did savor experiencing Jacob’s Dream and wading in the baptismal pool at the base of the amazing sculpture.  John and I enjoyed sitting and gazing for a spell in the midst of this beautifully inspiring work of art by Jack Maxwell.

*  Harold.  That guy knows barbecue! 

*  Sandals.  In particular, my stylish brown pair which is making some lucky woman who rented the car after us very happy at the moment.

*  Dallas hotel parking lot security.  John and I gave them quite a laugh Saturday night.  All I’m sayin is wait til you get in your room to show any affection in that place!

*  Home.  The grass is truly greener here.  And I missed my girls!

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I had to come back and add a couple more to the gratitude list:

*  Our Life Group - we so enjoyed our time last night.  Good coffee, good dessert, great conversation.

*  Our church family - we already knew we are so blessed to belong at College Hills.  But with graduation we especially appreciate the cards and well-wishes. 

The Partlow men even came over and mowed our grass as a gift this afternoon.  We have a lot of grass, and it was needing attention.  Jason teased that the city had been receiving complaints.  But then he said they love us and knew it was a busy week.

*  Our blog community, of course.  You always make me smile!

Adoration

As we were leaving Friday morning I grabbed the current issue of Weavings Journal to read on our trip. The subject of this edition is Adoration. The articles are a little dense for airport reading (there are no pictures). But what I was able to absorb was delightful.

I thought I would share some thoughts from the first article, which was written by Deborah Smith Douglas. She writes about gratitude as prayer of adoration, and how starting with something as simple as being grateful can lead to much deeper adoration over time.

…a practice of gratitude can lead to a profound change of heart. In this landscape of prayer, little tributaries of gratitude can pour into great rivers of adoration, and lead at last into the unfathomable depths of contemplation. This journey to the eternal seas usually begins with the smallest streams.

Even these small and ordinary pleasures can be what  C.S. Lewis calls, “patches of Godlight in the woods of our experience” - the first steps on the way from simple gratitude for a gift given, to the depths of contemplative, self-surrendered adoration of God for God’s own sake. 

Eventually, by making a habit of gratitude, we can come to rejoice in the presence of the Giver even when there is no apparent gift, when only trust in the ultimate mercy of God remains.

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Reading about gratitude and adoration was fitting for our weekend in Abilene.  I decided to break this long post into two parts, with an actual gratitude list in the following entry.

Nail Polish

Ahhh…what a day. 

I can’t even begin to describe what goes into preparing five people for a weekend ahead of time.  Especially in May.  It’s like launching a rocket.  All the energy is expended while the rocket is still on the ground just before takeoff.  Once that baby finally lifts, it is smooth sailing.  That’ll be me and John tomorrow.  My mom, I’m not so sure.

Here I sit at the end of this day.  The plans are made, the friends helping drive my kids everywhere are mobilized, the laundry and ironing are done (it’s a graduation ceremony - otherwise there would be no ironing), even the Sunday clothes are laid out. 

John is at the office making final edits on his project thesis and printing it on fine cotton paper.  It’s almost midnight.  I guess he didn’t want to peak too soon.

And me?  I am turning the house upside down in search of an elusive brand-new bottle of coral-colored nail polish.  I just bought it on Monday.  With the idea that my chipped up, cruddy toenails could be transformed on Thursday night in time for takeoff.

Not only can I not find that nail polish, I can’t locate any nail polishes.  I have three daughters.  One of whom has a huge bag of nail polishes somewhere in this house. 

She who shall remain nameless, whose name rhymes with air, is my prime suspect in the case of the missing polish.  I have a feeling if I could locate that bag this case would be cracked.  But I don’t have the heart to wake her up and ask. 

The fact that I can’t find a huge bag of nail polish among all the random items covering her floor is another story altogether.

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Would you believe the phone just rang.  It was John saying he is headed to Wal Mart because he ran out of fine cotton paper, and would I trust him to pick out nail polish?  That’s kinda scary, but it’s my only hope!

Blogs are good for savoring and sharing memories. 

Tonight Steve Webb, aka “Schwebbie” who comments occasionally, treated us to dinner at our favorite restaurant.  Actually, the State of Oklahoma treated us to dinner at our favorite restaurant.  It pays to know people!

Steve is in Nashville at a conference this week, so he made the trek out to the L tonight for dinner and church.  John invited him to stay after for a small group leader meeting, which was like old times, I’m sure.  Steve is one of the small group gurus of Alameda, our former church in Oklahoma.

It was great to visit with Steve and catch up a little.  Although I could have used a couple more hours.  Tonight as I was tucking Alison in bed I asked if she remembered the Webbs.  She didn’t really because she was so young when we moved.

So I pulled out our old scrapbook with a picture of Steve & Michelle holding Eli and Alison who were born one week apart.  They came to see us in the hospital the day Ali was born:

Thank you, Steve, for your friendship through these almost-ten years now.  Wow, we’re getting old!  It was great seeing you.  We miss your family.

I couldn’t open this scrapbook and not share a close-up of baby Alison in her daddy’s hands:

 

Ironically, I think this is the very last page I ever scrapbooked.  Guess life got busy!

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Turning a few chapters back we come to this picture from seventeen years ago:

With another graduation on the horizon, I thought it was fun to dig up this old memory.  This is my parents with us at our Lipscomb commencement in May, 1991.

Life in Full Bloom

My list is long with things that need tending.  I probably shouldn’t be sitting here writing, but this is how I’m wired to process things.  Often friends will say, “I don’t know how you have time to write in a blog!”  I always wonder how they make it through the day without writing something, anything, down.  I guess we’re all different.  I just love to write.

I do want to reflect a little on our Teacher Week at school.  What an awesome experience!  Rather than give you a long list of what the moms did for the teachers, I’ll pick out a few highlights.

My favorite idea came from Tina.  We sent home a note the week ahead which involved the kids in Appreciation Week.  Each day was a different theme for the kids to bring something for their teacher.  Monday was Card Day, Tuesday was Snack Day, Wednesday was Flower Day, and Thursday was Stock Your Teacher’s Desk Day.  Alison loved shopping for her teacher and giving a gift each morning.  I hope to see this become a tradition for sure!

We kicked off the week with breakfast complete with a champagne fountain, which we filled with white grape juice and ginger ale and called it “teacher champagne”.  Lots of moms hosted, the room was pretty, and the teachers loved starting their day off with this treat.  We started early, so they all had time to sit and visit for a few minutes.

There were a couple more meal days and gift days.  But probably the most fun, spontaneous event was on Tuesday bringing Sonic drinks to all the teachers and staff.  I like the little things.  Six of us were available to make the deliveries.  There’s a lot of joy in giving a Sonic Cherry Limeade at the end of a long day. 

The biggest blessing was getting to work together as a team to make the week successful.  Several of us met ahead of time to plan it all out.  Everyone had such great ideas, and we were able to make most of them happen.  There was so much parent involvement, I was overwhelmed. 

I have really enjoyed getting to know Lisa, our President, this year.  I wish we had more years to work together on PTO, but her kids are “graduating” to the next school up.  She has done a great job leading for two years, and we will really miss her presence (not to mention all her hard work!).

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This week is much calmer.  I am really looking forward to the weekend.  John graduates Saturday in Abilene, Texas.  We decided to fly out together rather than drive with all the girls.  It was a hard decision because we wanted the girls to be there for this milestone in their daddy’s life.

But we decided that the long hours in the van followed by the long hours of ceremony followed by the long hours in the van again just wouldn’t be a fun thing for them.  My mom is so wonderfully caring for them while we are away.  John’s parents will fly out to graduation, so we will get to see both of our moms on Mothers Day weekend.

The girls are looking forward to helping me plan a big party to celebrate John’s accomplishment in a few weeks.  We’ll be “going bananas” with a banana split celebration over here at the end of the month.

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May Flowers

And the guy responsible. 

I forgot to mention John was out of town last week.  His yard, his wife and his girls missed him and are happy he is back where he belongs.

The highlight of my weekend was tagging along with John to Lowes on Saturday and poking through all the plants.  He even bought me a Sonic Cherry Limeade! 

and could just hop on a plane, I would be at Pepperdine this week.  I would love to hear:

*  Rubel Shelly and Randy Harris both keynote on the same day when the topic is Living the Sermon on the Mount.  Can you imagine?!  Actually, that would be enough, and I could pack up and go back home.

But since I would be there all week, I would also attend:

*  Sara Barton’s Feasting on Scripture (I’ve wanted to hear her sometime, and that’s a great topic).

*  The panel including Randy Lowry and Charles Siburt each morning.

*  Jeanene Reese on Sabbath, which happens to meet at the exact same time as the panel (that’s the hard part about these things!).

*  Mary Lee Mattis, she’s cool.

*  Kevin Owen, of course!  But luckily I get to hear him every week.

…you get the idea.  One of these days I’m gonna make it out there! 

[I'm not quite sure what to make of Joe Beam's profile picture.  He's lookin kinda Hollywood for that crew.  Oh, I guess this is in Hollywood!]

But for this time I get to enjoy:

*  Catering an Outback Steakhouse luncheon for our teachers and staff today at school.

*  31 cent night at Baskin Robbins with our entire church, who kinda took over the place.

*  Just before that, a rich hour of sharing and prayer with Andrea and Linda which we all needed.

*  Just before that, enjoying homemade lasagne that Andrea snuck into my fridge yesterday knowing how crazy my week was. 

*  Reading about Pentecost with Alison before tucking in bed, and her amazement over the Holy Spirit’s tongues of fire.  We have an illustrated devotional book - it’s kinda cheesy, but still pretty amazing to see all these people with flames over their heads!

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What would you do this week if you were a rich (wo)man with a nanny?

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Don’t miss sweet Jana’s comment to the previous post if you have been following that thread.

Breaking the Silence

This post is a culmination of many recent experiences.

The experiences span from conversations with a friend whose husband is addicted to porn, an e-mail from another friend suggesting a blog discussion on this topic, several sermons on revival that specifically targeted pornography. And finally, a very gifted, spiritual couple coming out of a personal storm rooted in pornography who desire to share their story to help others.

I wish you could meet this young couple. They look just like any other church-going family: mom, dad and the kids. They probably drive a minivan (but they look way too cool for that). He was even a preacher. Until sexual acting out got in the way, and he lost his job.

The reason I would rather you meet them than read about them is because their story is one of resurrection. It is powerful to hear them talk about this journey. He was burdened by secrets and shame. She carried her own heavy load.

He preached for years passionately about grace. He says he was preaching to himself, trying to believe what he was saying, yet feeling covered in muck the whole time. I was hoping that God could use me to at least help other people make it to heaven, because I knew that’s not where I was headed, I have heard him say.

Remarkably, this couple is still together with their marriage on track, even after multiple affairs and the loss of a preaching career. That’s the resurrection power I am witnessing in their vibrant lives. They are forgiven and free. They continue to work through struggles like we all do, but they are free.

I’ll step aside now and let my friend share his story:

How has pornography affected you personally? 

When I started looking at pornography in the ninth grade, it was what curious kids did. At least that was what we often called it: “just exploring.”

Adopting an attitude of acceptance was probably my first and largest mistake. As the problem continued even after marriage, I assured myself I was not involved with other women.

Mistake number two was comparing myself to other “worse” people. I was not as bad as others, in my own eyes. I was living in denial.

Gradually pornography lost its luster. I wanted something more personal, and that led to 900 numbers. Eventually the voice lost its luster and I needed to put skin to it, which led to strip clubs.

All along the way I continued to tell myself: I have not had the affair so no one is hurt. Eventually, though, I found myself becoming involved with a woman who expressed interest in me. It started out as flirtation, then led to dropping hints, and finally acting out.

You ask how pornography has affected me. The very nature of pornography is to be secretive. I thought that if no one knew then I was safe. What a lie. I knew, and more than that, God knew!

Help us understand the addictive nature of pornography. 

Pornography is so attractive because its power lies in the ability to be completely secretive. No one ever has to know. That is until the walls of paper are torn apart around you.

You begin thinking it is not hurting anyone because you are not physically involved with anyone. When viewing pornography you can see anything you like and tell yourself it is just feeding the natural God-given urge.

Pornography becomes attractive to men because communication about sex is so difficult. Generally, when men stray they desire the physical intimacy they feel they are missing while women are looking for an emotional connection which is absent at home. If couples could talk about and listen to each other’s needs the straying would happen less as spouses work toward pleasing each other within their marriage.

Porn is also so addictive because sex is everywhere. It is on billboards, TV, the radio, at work. Sex is everywhere, and like other addictions all it takes is a mental picture.

Shopping for sex doesn’t involve buying anything or being seen walking out of a liquor store. This is what makes pornography so easy to get hooked on, and what makes it so difficult to overcome.

This is why I believe safe, open dialogue is so important and vital to recovery. You cannot overcome what you are unwilling or unable to talk about. The problem is exacerbated when a man feels unsafe sharing his struggles with his wife, thus pushing him further into the pit of darkness.

Would you say there is a stereotype who struggles with porn, or do you feel this is a problem across the board?

Like I said before, sex is everywhere! People you would never imagine dealing with a pornography addiction are struggling.

I think one of the misconceptions is that people addicted to pornography want to view porn, and often that is not the case. In fact many would love to be free of the addiction, but they have built up so much fear and repetition it seems like something they cannot overcome.

I have heard you talk about getting to the root issue of the addiction. Any addiction is actually just a symptom of some deeper problem.

I could go on about this for a long time. But to sum up, I think couples find themselves staring this monster in the face and want to react to the addiction while completely ignoring the real issue. The problem is often the brokenness of the marriage that was present long before the addiction began. Sometimes the process is painful because the spouse of the addict has to come to grips with his or her own contribution to the problem.

Is there anything you would like to say to someone who may be on the verge of making destructive choices?

People who are on the verge of making a destructive choice are probably like I was when rationalizing, “well at least I have not…,” or “I would never do that.” There is a very fine line between flirting and becoming addicted that people don’t realize they have crossed it until too late.

For people who are on the verge I think it is imperative to have open communication with their spouse. Counseling may even be necessary. Some couples are ready to face their marriage problems on their own with open dialogue. It is important to create a completely open, safe and honest environment with each other.

I would like for people who are being tempted to realize they are not alone. If someone is under strong temptation he does not have to give in; he is not powerless against the urges. God is greater than our weakness. He offers people on the verge hope and strength to press on.

How can the church help people overcome pornography attraction and addiction? How has your faith in God freed you?

I believe the real power of pornography lies in secrecy.

Once you take away the secrecy and begin to open up, the addiction begins to lose its power. Scripture teaches that God is light, and Satan is darkness. Well, the way to get rid of darkness is by opening windows and bringing in some light.

This is where the church needs to step in by allowing open discussion and modeling confession. We can point those who are lost in darkness to the light of Jesus. We in the church offer the warmth and presence of the Lord by being His body on earth.

I would like to see the church do a better job of accepting the sinner while rejecting the sin. I lived in darkness for so long because I was afraid of being rejected and labeled as a pervert. I was afraid all my friends would pull away out of fear that I would hit on their wives.

I was afraid of not being able to be used to serve God again. I was afraid that my wife would leave me, and I would lose my children. Plainly, I was afraid! The scriptures say that perfect love (the love of Christ) drives out fear.

But when you are so far lost in darkness you are unable to find the light on your own. You need loving, forgiving, accepting Christians to bring the light to you. The church needs to become bold and talk about real, honest and difficult issues. We need to remember Jesus came to heal the sick, the hurting and the broken. He came to give the woman in adultery peace and hope and forgiveness!

My faith has freed me because I finally see that God’s Word is not merely a book to read (this coming from a minister, how shameful I know). I am realizing Scripture is a living promise from the Lord. I was reading through Psalm 32 and saw my life: when I kept silent I wasted away, but when I confessed I was released!

The key to the beginning of healing is confession. Taking this first step of breaking the silence by confession will allow God’s light to begin penetrating our darkness.

And a final note from my friend:

I pray that this may on some scale touch someone’s life and enable them to begin healing. Please do not hesitate to let your readers know if anyone wants to talk confidentially to contact you, and we can get in touch. I am open to being used in any way I can.

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Update:  To hear my friend’s wife’s perspective, be sure to read comment #18 below.

Great News

 

It’s flip flop season again!!

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Not so great news is the rising price of fuel.  But a Hillsboro Village gas station had a little fun with the dire situation.  On their sign were these words:

Reg:  An Arm

Mid:  A Leg

Prem:  1st Born

Family Game Night

The other night we were all home with nothing going on.  It was nice.  We decided each of us would come up with a game to play.

Claire’s idea was trampoline dodgeball.  This was a hoot.  Three jumpers try to avoid getting beaned with balls thrown by the other two who are standing on the ground. 

Ali’s game was regular dodgeball in the front yard.  We are always up for that and didn’t let a little rain spoil the fun.  I came away with a sprained hand and broken toenail somehow!

We came in to play my game, Spoons.  I just always loved that as a kid…the suspense of grabbing a spoon to stay in the game always proves exciting!

Rachel wanted to invent a game including ice cream.  That’s my kind of game.  She couldn’t think of one, but the ice cream was good!

John sent us as teams on a scavenger hunt.  That was hilarious.  Here are some of our finds:

We searched for items that started with the letters in “scavenger hunt”.  Claire laid ours out in word order!

 

Seeing Rachel with my veil perched on top of her head reminds me of how quickly she is growing up.

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Here are some other pictures from the week:

My growing tweenager, Rachel, with her Woodstock peace-out t-shirt.

Alison flying a kite Sunday afternoon.  Look closely and you can see the kite!

One thing I love about my husband is he can go from facilitating a conference call between Saddleback’s small group minister and 30 Nashville area small group ministers at lunch to the above picture within two hours of each other.

I think he is attempting the cheerleader toe-touch.  Looks like Claire’s got it down.  Her daddy may need a little more practice.

Another thing I love about John is his passion for landscaping.  He keeps our yard beautiful, and I just get to enjoy it and think of him. 

One of my favorite memories is to visit places we lived in the past and see the daffodils, lilies, trees and shrubs he planted years before continuing to thrive.  There are always many people he invested in who continue to thrive as well. 

Rachel likes to grab my camera and take random pictures.  She snapped this one before the awesome Leeland/Casting Crowns concert Saturday.  That was such a special night with very special friends.

So I returned the favor and snapped this one of Rachel on her way to spend the night at Abby’s. 

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