Leslie Verner

January 1, 2016January 13, 2017

(My and My Husband’s) Media Discoveries in 2015: Blogs, Podcasts, Apps, Books and T.V.

My smart and talented husband, Adam, agreed to join me in this post to add a more cool/geeky side to my reflective/analytical recommendations of what we have been reading and listening to this year. We weren’t sure if all of these were discoveries for us in 2015, but they were definitely a part of our lives this year. Please introduce yourself in the comments below and leave us some new recommendations for 2016, we’d love it!

BLOGS
I just joined the blogging world in August of 2015, which is certainly not the solitary endeavor that I once thought. Before I started a blog, I could have probably named two blogs off the top of my head, but I have had the privilege of reading hundreds over the past few months. Here are a few that I’m loving (that are not new to blog lovers, I’m sure):

Spiritual/lifestyle blogs:
Sarah Bessey. Sarah is my new best friend (she just doesn’t know it yet). She has this way of writing that speaks to your soul.
Shelly Miller: Redemption’s Beauty. Shelley now lives in London with her family. Her photos are incredible. She started the Sabbath Society, which is a group of hundreds of women who are committed to observing the Sabbath each week.
My Daily Bread and Butter. I found Devi through writing #Write31Days this year as we were both writing a series on transition (but she was transitioning from Sweden to Australia). Her poignant words are heartfelt and poetic and I think I now count her as my first virtual friend.
Modern Mrs. Darcy. For a book-lover, this site is a must-read. This is a very new one to me, but I was excited to find a site that is dedicated to books.
The Messy Middle. Okay, I’m pretty sure I didn’t discover Amy Young’s blog this year, but as I have started writing more, I have appreciated it more than ever before. I love her perspective on life and how intentional and honest she is in her posts.
Life of a Pilgrim. This is one of the most amazing stories I have been a part of praying for all year. If you want to cry every post, then follow along as Katherine blogs about her journey after her child was given a terminal diagnosis early on in her pregnancy (this links to one of the early posts, but I couldn’t find the first one).

Food Blogs: Cookie and Kate (whole foods and vegetarian recipes) and Pinch of Yum. Both of these sites have healthy, delicious food and I have made several recipes from each.

ONLINE JOURNALS:
For Christian women:
SheLoves and (In)Courage

For Expats/Cross-cultural Perspectives:
Velvet Ashes
A Life Overseas
Rocky Reentry
Taking Route

The Blogs Adam Reads:
Kottke.org
Boing Boing
Damn Interesting
Astronomy Pic of the Day
Space.com
Wired
Slate.com

BOOKS
Check out my post on my favorite books from 2015 here and my husband’s at his blog here. Mine have a definite memoir/historical fiction/spiritual narrative slant and his have a science/science fiction slant, so combined, you could become a very well-balanced reader!

PODCASTS
This is probably my weakest category as I haven’t joined the Podcast craze yet, but I did listen to Serial this year on our overnight drives between Colorado and Chicago. And I just recently started listening to the podcast, Sorta Awesome, because it was mentioned by several bloggers I’m following. Other than that, I wanted to put a plug in for the podcast, Sexy Marriage Radio, which all married couples should listen to for some really great discussions on married sex.

Adam, on the other hand, is definitely that person you know who starts sentences with, “I heard on this Podcast…” Annoyingly smart and one of those people who remembers everything he reads and hears, podcasts are just fuel for his knack for trivia.

Here are some of his recommendations for podcasts:
RadioLab, This American Life, Reply All, Mystery Show, Reveal, Lore, Surprisingly Awesome, Snap Judgement, Arrvls, StartUp, Note to Self, Love and Radio, 99% Invisible, Hidden Brain

PHONE APPS
I have been in the Smartphone world less than two years, so I’m probably the last person to recommend apps to anyone, but for what it’s worth, here are the apps on my Android phone right now:

YouVersion, Gas Guru, Maps, Pandora, Pocket Casts, Feedly (for viewing multiple blogs), Pocket (for saving articles), our public library app, Audible, Kindle, White Noise Free, Goodreads,
Skype, BBC News, CNN news, Line Dictionary (Chinese/English Dictionary), Facebook, Pinterest, Instagram

Adam’s Apps:
He has many of the same ones I do, but also uses: Flipboard (for viewing news), Play Newstand, Quora, Dropbox, and Adblock Browser

T.V.
This was not a year for movies for us since we go to the theater about four times a year and are usually too tired to watch more than a 45 minute T.V. show in the evenings. We really enjoyed watching Orphan Black (on Amazon) and Blacklist (Netflix). We also watched Madame Secretary, but weren’t really in love with it (I call it “Madame Sex” because Tea Leoni is so stinkin sexy).

But if we happen to have an evening alone, we watch our own shows.

For Adam, that included: Walking Dead, Daredevil, Jessica Jones, and Better Call Saul

For me: Downtown Abby, Parenthood, Call the Midwife, and re-watching Gilmore Girls (obviously)

And though we didn’t discover it this year, we really love Raising Hope, which is probably the goofiest show you can watch (perfect for for us since we are award-winning goofballs).

For my three-year-old son, the shows I’ve settled on for him (all on Netflix and less than 30 minutes long) are: Daniel Tiger, Little Einsteins, Handy Manny, Dinosaur Train and Super Why. (Though I’m certainly not a stranger to letting him watch a 45 minute Bob the Builder or 1-hour Winne the Pooh movie, just for the sake of full-disclosure).

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I mean it when I say I’d love to meet you in the comments and read some recommendations for any of the above categories! I’m sure with our diverse interests they are bound to appeal to one of us!

Soon, I’ll be posting some of the more personal and spiritual discoveries I made in 2015, so check back in!

What were you into media-wise in 2015?

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December 29, 2015January 13, 2017

My One Word for 2016

Days before I ran across this new challenge (can you tell I’m an overachiever…), God seemed to be preparing me with a single word.

Enjoy.

I even wrote a post about it a day or so before I heard about #ONEWORD365, which is a challenge to throw out New Year’s resolutions to focus on just one word for the whole year.

I didn’t want to just choose the word joy, because something about the word “enjoy” steals away the passivity and pushes you straight into action the way standing under a cold waterfall on a hot day startles you alive. Or the way a sunbeam heats the floor under bare feet or a baby’s chubby newskin is the softest thing you’ve ever touched. Enjoy cannot escape being in the moment.

And that is what God has been whispering to me on the days when I feel tired, overwhelmed, insignificant and bored.

Enjoy.

Just enjoy.

I am currently reading All the Light We Cannot See, by Anthony Doerr, and I just read a scene that is completely arresting. Marie-Laure is a blind teenaged girl during World War II and has been holed up in her uncle’s house in an unfamiliar city in France that is occupied by the Germans. She and her relatives are free to go out to run errands, but she has not been able to explore. One day a woman she lives with decides to take Marie Laure outside of the city to the ocean, which she has never experienced before and didn’t even know was there.

“The ocean! Right in front of her! So close all this time. It sucks and booms and splashes and rumbles; it shifts and dilates and falls over itself; the labyrinth of Saint-Malo has opened onto a portal of sound larger than anything she has ever experienced…She did not imagine it properly; she did not comprehend the scale” (p. 231).

How many times is God offering me blessings and glimpses of His grace and goodness that are right in front of me, but I am too distracted or even scared to notice?

The word enjoy means to “take delight or pleasure in.” I love the synonyms: cherish, relish, delight, admire, rejoice in, luxuriate in, revel in, appreciate, adore, savor, indulge in and treasure.

Jesus has been nudging me, inviting me to enjoy.

To cherish Him,
relish my marriage,
delight in my children,
admire where I live,
rejoice in writing,
luxuriate in simple moments,
revel in nature,
appreciate daily tasks,
adore reading,
savor resting,
indulge in exercising, and
treasure people.

God is calling me to live more in the moment. It is so easy for me to think that I could be doing something more useful or world-changing than what I am doing at any given minute and I miss out on all the ways God is trying to alert me to His presence in the here and now. But if I am actively enjoying, then it is hard to minimize the kingdom value of anything I am doing, regardless of how simple it may seem.

I need to believe that God delights in seeing me enjoy what He has given me.

Here are some of my initial brainstorming questions that I may write about in the coming days and months:

How do I know I’m really enjoying something or someone?
How do I enjoy God?
Do I believe God enjoys me?
Can people tell I am enjoying them? How?
Which verses speak to this word?
Which books can I read to urge me to enjoy more?
What prevents me from enjoying?

It’s going to be difficult for me as someone who loves control to allow God to work this word into my life in organic ways. Maybe it’s the teacher in me, but I love structure, plans and goals. But part of truly enjoying something or someone is not forcing yourself to do something that feels unnatural. So I’m allowing this word to be more of a open-handed prayer as I wait for God to show me what He wants to show me instead of trying to manipulate Him (ha!) into doing what I think He should do.

“Until now you have asked for nothing in My name; ask, and you will receive, that your joy may be made full” (John 16:24).

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December 26, 2015January 13, 2017

When You Feel Guilty About Your Blessings

What are God's gifts to you right now? Are you allowing yourself to enjoy them?

We spent Christmas at the nursing home, visiting my husband’s 94-year-old grandfather. Normally a vibrant conversationalist, each visit since he moved into the home a few years ago the conversations have gotten shorter as his mind loops back to the beginning of the conversation.

This time, the span was shorter than ever, including just one simple question about our children, “How old are they now?” he would ask. And then he’d comment on how he forgets that children show intelligence beginning at such a young age. He’d pause as other people talked, but soon would ask again, “How old are they now?” with the same genuine interest.

If my daughter lives to be 94, it will be the year 2110, which blows my mind. It feels like a very long time. And yet as soon as pregnant mothers pass from the random-stranger-warnings of, “Enjoy your sleep now!” they are hit with the next words of wisdom, “It goes SO fast!” But there are days when it certainly doesn’t feel like it’s going fast.

I had given up on the hope of having children. I was very much single on my 30th birthday and even after I got married a few years later, I told myself that I probably wouldn’t be able to get pregnant (to protect myself from disappointment). I eventually did get pregnant and then I told myself I’d probably miscarry or else there would be a serious problem with the baby. But there wasn’t. Apart from the Guinness Book of World Record-breaking long labor and a couple days in the NICU for a possible infection, we had a healthy boy. And it was love at first sight. I actually looked forward to waking up and seeing him in the middle of the night.

Two years later, I had another sweet baby, a little girl. Now my kids are three and 17 months and I’m realizing that this parenting thing is no joke.

The terrible twos were true to their name and other very helpful people told me to expect the threes to be even worse. Throw a new sibling and a cross-country move in there and you may as well double the tantrum quota each child is committed to fulfilling.

But lately, I feel God has been whispering something hardly intelligible into my ear:

Enjoy your kids, Leslie.

Enjoy them. Smile at them. Slow down. Laugh, dance, talk and pretend with them. Learn how to be a child again.

I feel much like Robin Williams in the movie Hook, who returns to Neverland as an adult after discovering he is Peter Pan. I have forgotten so much. When I was little, I always wanted to write a journal to my future self about what it’s like to be a kid so I wouldn’t forget. But I have forgotten. I now sit with the throngs of adults that watch children playing and say in a tired voice, “Where do they get all that energy?”

This summer I was in a multi-generational women’s book study. I felt like I was following along behind the older women, gleaning from their every scrap. One seventy-year-old woman shared that as she looks back at her life as a mother, she wishes she had enjoyed her kids more at the time. She regrets missing out on them.

But sometimes I feel guilty for my blessings. I feel ashamed that I have healthy beautiful children when so many of my friends can’t get pregnant. Or when others long to get married and are still waiting for God to bring along the right man or woman.

I hesitate to enjoy what God has given me out of guilt. But that is like me giving my son a bike and him never riding it because the neighbor boy doesn’t have one. It seems heroic, but he is actually depriving me of the pleasure of watching him enjoy a gift my husband and I wanted to bless him with.

God delights in watching His children take pleasure in the blessings He gives them even more than I enjoy my children’s happiness over a gift I give them.

Solomon writes, “I know that there is nothing better for them than to rejoice and to do good in one’s lifetime; moreover, that every man who eats and drinks sees good in all his labor–it is the gift of God” (Eccl. 3:12-13).

What are God’s gifts to you right now? Are you allowing yourself to enjoy them?

Yes, my life could be harder and I’m sure that there are times in the future when it will be, but am I enjoying life and all of God’s gifts right now? Or am I letting Satan steal my joy?

I’m praying that God would help me to love like crazy and stop holding back. I want to accept that He is elated to see the look on my face when I open His good gifts and delight in them as He intended. And right now, He is inviting me to enjoy my children.

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December 21, 2015January 13, 2017

The Truth About Family Advent

It is day 22 of Advent and here is what celebrating actually looks like for us as a family of four with a three-year-old and 17-month-old...

A few weeks ago I posted about how we were planning to celebrate Advent as a family this year. Lest you believe we are the poster family for spiritual and holy family moments, I feel an update is in order. Advent is all about waiting, which for a toddler or preschooler is about the worst thing you can be expected to do.

Last year for Christmas we asked for a wreathe with four candles and calendar with little Velcro nativity characters that you pull out of pockets and stick to the felt manger at the top. A couple years ago we also bought a large beautiful Advent book that you read each day with doors that open on each page that tell the Christmas story.

It is day 21 of Advent and here is what celebrating actually looks like for us as a family of four with a three-year-old and 17-month-old…

After putting on PJ’s and brushing teeth, my daughter slides down the stairs backwards on her belly to join her brother who is dancing around the living room. She toddles to the tree and sits down with her tiny legs straight out in front of her. Our son “helps” us light the candles by holding onto our hands while we use our grill lighter. And by the time we are done lighting them, our daughter is up wandering around, draping dollar store necklaces around her neck and collecting random toys in the large Ziploc and old cooler bag she likes to haul around.

We eventually get our son to sit down on the floor with us to read the Advent book and he insists on holding the door flaps open with his foot, which we ask him not to do. He fills in a couple words as we read, shouting, “Immanuel!” and “Gabriel!” He opens the next door in the book, leaving a wet streak from where he had his hands in his mouth. He gets bored and my husband and I read the next few pages alone until he finally wanders back and insists on opening the door that we already read.

When she’s not trying to blow out the candles, my daughter shuffles in and out of the circle, backing up with all her gear to sit on our laps and occasionally tries to open doors as well. We finally finish reading and sing a “Away in a Manger” as a family, my son picking his nose and eating it all the way through.

After that, we bring over the wall-hanging Advent calendar where you are supposed to take out one king, star, shepherd or other nativity character each day and place it at the top. First of all, the kids are having none of this “one a day” business, so it is a free-for-all to see how many objects they can grab and run away with before mommy figures out what they are doing. And when I finally coerce them to stick their objects on the manger at the top, they inevitably fall off.

We sometimes pray at the end, but are mostly just ready to be done and for the kids to get in bed, so we let my son blow out candles and my daughter attempt to blow them out (mostly she just stares at them in a mesmerized stupor) and we herd them upstairs for books, songs, prayer and bed.

But if we “forget” to do Advent one night? Oh boy. This has already become a habit for the kids and though it is frustrating and we wonder if they are getting anything out of it, they seem to really want to do it each night.

I know it will get better in the future because our kids will not always be so little, but for now, it sometimes feels like we are just doing it to do it.

And yet if we’re honest, isn’t this what much of being a Jesus follower is really all about–simply showing up? We don’t always feel like pursuing God, but this doesn’t mean that we just give up all together.

Jesus doesn’t ask us to hang back until our hearts are perfectly in the right place before we pray, read the Bible or hang out with other believers. He just wants us to make any small effort we can to inch closer to Him. Sometimes we feel His presence, but many times we are just going through the motions, but this doesn’t mean we should stop trying.

Life continues to be sticky, but God is here in the stickiness.

He is in the chaos and the shrieking of my children as they fight over toys, in the repetition of meals, diaper changes and bedtime routines, and in the seemingly lame attempts at teaching our kids about God.

I wish that I could invite God into my immaculate “inn,” with shelves dusted and floors scrubbed clean, but right now all I can offer Him is this stable. But I still invite Him in. And He welcomes me to kneel at His side and worship Him right here in the dust.

And this is the God I love: The God who came to earth not as a king, but as a carpenter; not in a mansion, but in a smelly stable; and not to a perfect people, but to a bunch of distracted, snotty-nosed whiners who needed to physically touch Him, hear what He had to say and see what He had to do for them.

He didn’t come to people who were clean, worthy or even ready for Him, but He plopped down in the middle of messy life and allowed Himself to be known.

So this is Christmas. And this is Advent for us right now. It is not beautiful or filled with moments of enlightenment, but it is “God with us” in the stable of our living room, in the real stuff of life.

How does your ideal celebration of Advent compare to your actual celebration of Advent? I’d love to hear some of your experiences in the comments!

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December 19, 2015January 13, 2017

Favorite Books in 2014 & 2015

Here are a few of my recommendations from what little I have read over the past two years. (Since I didn't begin blogging until this year and I read some really fantastic books last year that I'd like to mention).

My husband reads about seventy books a year, so I am always a little embarrassed about how little I read in comparison (though, to be fair, he IS an audio book narrator, so he counts those books as well). But for what it’s worth, here are a few of my recommendations from what little I have read over the past two years. (Since I didn’t begin blogging until this year and I read some really fantastic books last year that I’d like to mention).

Books I Loved Best:

The Poisonwood Bible, by Barbara Kingsolver
I can’t believe it took me so long to read this incredible book. I first tried to read this in college before well, life, and I just wasn’t ready for it. The characters, imagery, themes, style, and depth of research were amazing (she spent 10 years researching for it!). Loved it. I feel like this is a book everyone who wants to go into missions should read as a manual of what not to do.

Bringing up Bebe: One American Mother Discovers the Wisdom of French Parenting, by Pamela Druckerman
I’m a sucker for a good book on cultural differences and this book has had a huge influence on my parenting, from what I feed my babies (anything I eat) to helping them sleep through the night (if they can do it in France…). But it mostly just gave me peace of mind that there is not only ONE way to parent because someone somewhere in the world is doing it differently than I am and their kids become responsible members of society (as an aside, watch the documentary Babies to help you feel better as a mom–you can always tell yourself, In some countries, kids eat dirt and they still grow up into healthy adults).

Practicing the Presence of People: How We Learn to Love, by Mike Mason
Mike wrote one of my husband and I’s favorite books on marriage, The Mystery of Marriage, so we knew we wanted to read any other books he has written. This book has sat on our shelf for over a year and it wasn’t until this season where I am trying to figure out how to make new friends in my 30’s after moving to a new place that I finally picked it up. I underlined over fifty percent of the book, so apt were his words, as if he were speaking right to my soul. His writing style is beautiful and so profound that you feel deeper just by reading it.

Simplicity Parenting: Using the Extraordinary Power of Less to Raise Calmer, Happier, More Secure Kids, by Kim John Payne and Lisa Ross
This book has also been a major shaper of my parenting style and after reading it I promptly got rid of over half of our toys (so beware!). But I loved how scientific it was and the ways it illuminated much of what our society deems as needs for kids are actually wants.

7: An Experimental Mutiny Against Excess, by Jen Hatmaker
Similar to Simplicity Parenting, this book challenged much of my thinking about the sheer amount of stuff we have in our house. I love Jen’s hilarious writing style and relatability. I can’t say that I actually did everything that she suggested, but it caused me to take stock of my life and all that might be excessive about it.

Gift from the Sea, by Anne Morrow Lindbergh
I can’t believe I never read this before. I loved the lyrical style and timeless essays on womanhood. Her writing reminded me of Annie Dillard, but with fewer descriptions of bugs;-)

Family on Mission, by Mike Breen
This book was recommended to me by a friend who is trying to put this style of ministry into practice. This year, I feel that it has shaped my perception of ministry as the Breens encourage people to invite people into your life and come alongside your family instead of having ministry be compartmentalized from your real life.

Peace Like a River, by Leif Enger
A fiction novel, this book was beautifully written and had characters that you could truly fall in love with. It touches on the possibility of miracles and rings with themes of redemption and forgiveness. I was swept into the story immediately and couldn’t put it down.

Shanghai Girls and Dreams of Joy (sequel), by Lisa See
While I was living in China, I wasn’t as interested in reading books about China, but since I’ve been back for five years, I find I’m growing nostalgic. I loved this book and its sequel as it was well-written and spanned many years of Chinese culture including Shanghai during the dawn of the cultural revolution, immigration to the U.S. and later life back in China in a labor camp. Having actual characters in a story always helps me to better understand history, so I appreciated these books and feel they were very accurate to what I have read and experienced of Chinese history.

Also Worth the Read:

Non-fiction:
Fit to Burst: Abundance, Mayhem and the Joys of Motherhood, by Rachel Jankovic

Mom Enough: The Fearless Mother’s Heart and Hope, by multiple contributors from Desiring God

Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art, by Madeleine L’Engle (this was the fourth time I’ve read this–one of my all time favorites)

Wonderstruck: Awaken to the Nearness of God, by Margaret Feinberg

How Eskimos Keep Their Babies Warm and Other Adventures in Parenting (From Argentina to Tanzania and Everywhere in Between), by Mei-Ling Hopgood

Sacred Parenting: How Raising Children Shapes Our Souls, by Gary Thomas

The Friendships of Women: The Beauty and Power of God’s Plan for Us, by Dee Brestin

Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth, by Ina May Gaskin

Natural Hospital Birth: The Best of Both Worlds, by Cynthia Gabriel

Fiction:
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society, by Mary Ann Shaffer and Anne Barrows

Some Kind of Fairy Tale, by Graham Joyce

Among Others, by Jo Walton

The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green

Unbroken, by Laura Hillenbrand

(For those who don’t know about it, I would highly recommend using the website Goodreads to keep track of what books you have read, want to read and are currently reading. It connects you to other friends and I often get my book recommendations from there.)

I have about 100 books on my list of books to read, which at this rate is going to take me about 10 years! My goal this year? Read 20 minutes (at least!) a day. We’ll see if I can do it…

What were your favorite books this year (or last)? I’d love to get some new recommendations!
Do you have any reading goals this year?

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December 16, 2015January 13, 2017

Keeping Secrets With God

Have you ever held a profound secret that only you and God shared?

I think Mary must have been an introvert, listening and reflecting more than she spoke. After the shepherds stormed into the birthing room, marveling over the infant Jesus and (probably) loudly relating their story about the multitude of heavenly host that recently had them surrounded, everyone else in the room vehemently discussed the shepherds’ story and wondered what it meant.

But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart (Luke 2:19). She didn’t speak, just collected this news, mulling it over quietly. She already knew she was in the middle of a magical story that would include every essential element of a riveting plot: strong characters, conflict, and the triumph of good over evil.

This was one of those moments that Mary and God shared privately, because who could really understand?

Have you ever had any moments like this? Moments where life is a bottomless well of meaning? Moments where all you know to do is to place them in the treasure box of your heart and marvel? In her book Wonderstruck, Margaret Feinberg describes these moments as being “sprinkled with pixie dust.”

Have you ever held a profound secret that only you and God shared?

I have felt this way only a few times in my life. The first was when I decided to move to China. My roommates at the time were engulfed in life and death. One was in love and the other had a family member who was dying. And my impending move was not happy news for my parents, who hoped that God’s will for my life would lead me down the street, not across the world.  So I celebrated in isolation, rejoicing that God had made His way clear.  And I silently wondered how He would enable me to take this leap across the world as a single woman. I considered how He would use me and whether or not He would seem different to me in another country.

The second time was when I fell in love.  Like being pulled along in a current where I couldn’t swim backwards if I tried or like a slide where you can’t fight gravity to get back to the top once you have begun to fall, love was more powerful than I had expected. But I was 10,000 miles from my love and all my friends and family, so God was my confidante. He alone held my questions, fears, and hopes as I stood in awe at the strength of a love that could propel me in directions I had never expected to go.

Years later, having a human being growing inside me was the ultimate secret.  My husband and I didn’t tell anyone I was pregnant for weeks and though my husband knew, only God truly shared the incredible mystery with me.  God knew my child’s name before I did and had chosen that egg and that sperm at that time to create the person He wanted to create. And when my son came skidding across the bed and was laid on my chest? Inexplicable love. Wordless wonder. The kind of moment where human fingers brush the clothes of the Divine and power leaks out.

I aspire to be more like Mary. To absorb more and pontificate less. To meditate rather than act thoughtlessly. To be a contemplative in a world that demands action. And I want her awareness of the presence of God in a normal, dusty stable that smelled of horse manure and chicken feed. I long for her peace when all around her screamed that she should fear the unknown and impossible.

I am not Mary. I will never give birth to the son of God. But I am a future character in the same story in which she is featured. Lines of sacred and secular sometimes blur into holy moments of recognition and are added to my heart treasure box just as Mary added them to hers.  In these moments, all I can do is freeze in amazement because God, the author, is moving His divine story forward–whether I am aware of it or not.

What about you? Have you ever had any moments in your life where you felt like you shared a secret that was for you and God alone?

What would it take for you to become more contemplative?

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December 13, 2015January 13, 2017

Living the Sticky Life

We spent three days preparing, ignored our children all day the day of the party to get ready, spent more money than we expected, have enough left-over food to have party number two tonight if we wanted to, stayed up about four hours later than we usually do, and I, being an extrovert, couldn't sleep when it was all over and done because I was so wound up. And now every floor in our house is sticky.

It turns out pink punch is a lot like the spot in The Cat and the Hat Comes Back that just wouldn’t go away. After our first Christmas party in our new home, in which children were welcome, there is now sticky pink punch in every room of my house. And the pink cream cheese mints? I just realized I’m sitting on a smear and am looking at another blob on the coffee table.

We spent three days preparing, ignored our children all day the day of the party to get ready, spent more money than we expected, have enough left-over food to have party number two tonight if we wanted to, stayed up about four hours later than we usually do, and I, being an extrovert, couldn’t sleep when it was all over and done because I was so wound up. And now every floor in our house is sticky.

So was it worth it?

Was it worth our neighbors coming over who we have talked to only once in seven months, who suggested we do a babysitting swap as they left? Or two carpenter friends who didn’t know each other before discussing their passion for woodwork? Was my college friend meeting my friend who just moved here from Chicago, two beautiful lovers of Jesus who didn’t know each other before, finding that they have certain people and places in common a waste of time?

Or my three-year-old son, watching a movie with the “big” boys (the oldest who is about 8), trying to put his arm around a six-year-old from our church–my son, who is not physically affectionate and will only sit in our laps about twice a week?

Or my friends who have taken in their troubled teen-aged niece, who secretly indulged my one-year-old daughter all night with chocolates, punch and cookies, delighting in holding her and drinking in her baby-love cuddles? Or the couple that came by after all the families with kids had left that we got to talk to on a heart-level until late into the night?

We could have skipped the mess, saved money, spent a quiet Saturday as a family, and gotten more sleep, but in avoiding the inconveniences, we would have missed out on real, sticky, tired, rewarding life.

It is always easier to do nothing. Don’t have the party, or whatever the party stands for in my life: joining something new, taking a step of faith, or choosing to engage in a new relationship that may not have the promise of longevity. But what might I miss?

And the spilled punch acts as a litmus test for what I worship. Do I care more about relationships with real people or about having nice things? Do I want a home that is immaculate, or a home that is used and truly lived in? Do I want a place where people can gather to laugh, connect, and share their lives, or a quiet home that insulates the people that live there?

Fear of losing control keeps me from throwing the party (whatever that party may be). I can’t control every person at every time and that scares me. If it were just my kids and my family, they know we don’t eat in the living room, so we don’t have pink smears on the couch. But as soon as I let new people into my home–into my life–who don’t abide by my rules, I may find my house sticky with pink punch, toys rearranged or broken and everything just slightly askew.

But God is calling me to do life and to do it with people. And that means stickiness–not just in some rooms of the house–but in every room of the house. It means engaging with people even though I would rather not because of selfish reasons. And it means giving up control because I don’t know who God will bring or what He will do, but He guarantees that people are worth the mess because they are made like Him. And it is in the stickiness that we find life, because that is where Jesus lived, too.

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December 7, 2015January 13, 2017

Day 7: Sabbath Rhythms {7 Days of Soul Rest}

My friend and her family have decided to observe the Sabbath (called Shabbat in Hebrew) more formally and make this longer pause a part of the rhythm of their lives. Here is a bit of her experience.

Every life pulsates with rhythm. Schedules of sleeping, eating and relating vary according to culture, but all people fall into rhythm of some kind.

And every musical rhythm must contain rests, or pauses, where the beat stops beating, even if just for a moment.

What are some of the natural pauses that already exist in the rhythm of your life right now?

In the United States, the larger rhythms of life might look like the school calendar, with rest for children during summer and winter break. It also may include the 8 to 10 hour work day, with weekends off and church on Sundays. But our rhythms can also be dictated by the church calendar of Advent, Lent and other holy days.

The rhythms of a working parent may include pauses during a commute or lunch break and a stay-at-home parent may have brief pauses to nurse a baby or while a child naps. Pauses may be at prayers before meals and bed or alongside other family traditions. Those without children or with older children may have extended morning pauses, while parents of littles may have extended pauses in evenings if their children sleep early.

If we are serious about finding true soul rest, we need to be realistic with our goals. One of the easiest ways to do this is to insert intentional rest into the natural pauses that already exist in our lives.

The purpose is not to fill these pauses with more “doing,” but to retrain ourselves to extend them into space to “be.” Take naps. Space out instead of pulling out your phone in the checkout line. Exercise outside without music or headphones. Walk slower than feels natural. Drive in silence (if you don’t have kids shrieking in your car like I do).  Go to bed absurdly early.  Spend an extra three minutes in the shower.

Extend your pauses.

We also need to transform the natural pauses of our lives into sacred moments.

What does this look like practically?

Here’s an example of what not to do. Today after I dropped the kids off at the nursery at church and made my way back to my husband for the service, I spent the majority of the service distracted, scribbling notes for this post on my bulletin. The songs were words, not worship; and communion was bread and juice, not the body and blood. My physical body was there, but my mind was not. And I missed out. This was a rare hour that I could have been meeting with Jesus, but because I was not intentional about using this time to seek Him, I missed out on making this a sacred pause in my week.

And I desperately needed that kind of soul rest.

So to follow my own advice, I need to prepare myself for pauses. Closing our eyes is a gift. By moving tiny muscles in our face, we can physically tune out all that is around us. I need to learn how to utilize this very basic gift of God to reclaim these pauses and transform them into sacred moments with the Lord. In church, I can close my eyes when I enter and ask for help to focus.

Most of the time, we don’t need to change our entire rhythm, but only to extend or capture the pauses we already have and make them sacred, but occasionally we need to allow God to rewrite the rhythm of our days to include pauses that weren’t there before.

My friend and her family have decided to observe the Sabbath (called Shabbat in Hebrew) more formally and make this longer pause a part of the rhythm of their lives. Here is a bit of her experience.:

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We celebrate Shabbat from Friday night sundown to Saturday sundown. We do this to join in the thousands of years people have celebrated it at this time. We have tried to set Shabbat apart by cleaning up before Friday night (which somehow makes cleaning more purposeful and enjoyable for me), making a fancy dinner and inviting guests over.

We often light candles before dinner and say/sing a blessing. We often sing the Shema and take communion. It is the time when we enjoy our bridegroom and He enjoys us as His bride as it is often said that Shabbat is like preparing for a king or the wedding of the bridegroom.

Shabbat is as much about delight as it is about rest.

On the seventh day God took delight in all he had created. It is a time to reflect on how God delights in us and all creation and we get to enter into that and delight with Him.

Along the lines of delight and celebration, we try to save any desserts for Shabbat so that we see Shabbat as a delight! We have desserts Friday night and often a big breakfast Saturday morning with chocolate chip pancakes.

One of the keys for us with Shabbat is to make it ‘holy’ and set apart from other days, so we do rest from regular work. At the end of the Saturday night sundown, the house is usually a mess with dishes piled up and toys spread all around. Sometimes it takes discipline to not clean up, but by the end of Shabbat it is funny how you have new motivation to clean since you were trying not to. We also take time to pray, dance to worship music, play games, read Scriptures and go on walks. It is about ‘being’ with family and friends as we delight in God and His creation.

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This has been such a challenging week. I hope that it has been for you, too. If you are new to the series, be sure to read the previous posts on soul rest listed below. Personally, I am going to take a reverse Sabbath and rest over the next six days before posting another blog post on the seventh day, so if you don’t hear from me, know that I am trying to practice what I preach (though I will be in contact with the winners of the audio book giveaway by Tuesday afternoon–you can still have a chance if you subscribe to emails or comment before Tuesday morning!).

My Goals for Soul Rest

Observe the Sabbath as my friend did during the month of January
Plan a personal retreat next year
Stop pulling out my phone to “kill time” when I could use that time to pray or just “be”
Choose one Bible verse to focus on each week (baby steps)
Be intentional about extending and using the pauses that already exist in my life to rest and seek God
Read and drink tea for 20 minutes a day, ideally while my children nap

A beautiful word I came across recently is fermata. It is a long rest in the middle of a piece of music, like a sigh.  I pray you will allow Christ to carry your heavy load and rest in the sweet sigh of His freedom from doing because the most important work has already been done on the cross. Rest, weary one, rest. Let Him carry you.

“Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the Lord has been good to you” (Psalm 116:7).

“Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from Him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; He is my fortress, I will not be shaken” (Psalm 62: 5-6).

What are a few goals you have for implementing rest into your day, week, month or year this coming year?

Resources
The Sabbath Society: a society of women committed to observing the Sabbath each week

25 Encouraging Scriptures for Rest and Relaxation

Start Small, Start With Sabbath, by Sarah Bessey

If this is your first visit to 7 Days of Soul Rest, be sure to read through the previous posts listed below. Please introduce yourself in the comments–I’d love to hear your story!

Introduction to the Series

       Day 1: Three Secrets of Soul Rest

       Day 2: Moms Are Not Monks

       Day 3: Permission for Self Care

       Day 4: Ordinary Moments

       Day 5: Creative Spirituality for Busy Times

       Day 6: Planning a Personal Retreat

       Day 7: Sabbath Rhythms

Linking up with #WholeMama

December 6, 2015January 13, 2017

Day 6: Planning a Personal Retreat {7 Days of Soul Rest}

Today, I have asked my wise friend with 4 children under the age of 8 to share her experience going on a yearly personal retreat.

Jesus was busy.  Crowds to feed, people to heal, multitudes to teach, the dead to raise, angry mobs to dodge, disciples to reprimand/encourage and religious leaders to baffle, not to mention a world to save. Jesus always had something going on.

And yet.

Have you ever done a study in Mark on the amount of times Jesus steals away to secluded areas to be with His Father?

So why should we be any different?

Today, I have asked my wise friend with 4 children under the age of 8 to share her experience going on a yearly personal retreat. Though you may think it is impossible at this stage of life (whatever stage you are in), this friend is proof that it is not only possible, but necessary to get away.  She usually went away when she was no longer nursing, but pregnant with her next child, leaving her other children home for the weekend with her husband.

Here are some of her reflections on having a personal retreat:

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The two most important factors for me in planning a retreat are location and reading material.

My husband did some research and found a retreat center run by Franciscans not far from our home. The accommodations are comfortable, food good, price right, and the chapel is open 24 hours a day. I schedule a two night, private, silent retreat, which basically means that I do my own thing and no one bothers me.

I think in Evangelical/Protestant circles, it is probably more difficult to find a place that understands the private, silent retreat concept. Usually a retreat means going with a group of people for speakers, fellowship, and fun. So for those really intent on retreating alone with God, it is worth looking into Catholic retreat centers where they are used to individuals coming by themselves, to be left alone with God.

For my reading material, I usually bring something light but uplifting to read (a recent choice was Hannah Coulter by Wendell Barry, for example) and then a substantive book about the spiritual life (something by Henri Nouwen or Jean Vanier are some recognizable names) and my Bible. And then a journal. I try to keep it at that so I don’t get distracted, and my spiritual reading choice aligns with what I want to focus my retreat on.

There are some rigorous ways to retreat, but for me, part of the beauty lies in the physical rest I experience, which then feeds the spiritual work I do.

In college I was lamenting to my dad once that sometimes I fall asleep during prayer. His simple response was to shrug and say, “Well, I guess God thinks you needed to rest!”

I don’t follow a set schedule aside from attending Mass, confession, and meals. I just alternate between sleeping, reading, praying, journaling, light exercise, and sitting in the presence of God quietly. Very simple indeed!

And out of that cycle of activity/non-activity comes new resolutions, Scripture to take home and continue to meditate on, things I need to fix or people I need to apologize to, and incredible soul rest. There is nothing quite like it.

To experience sustained silence in an otherwise frenetic life, to create space for God to speak and to listen, it’s like stripping off all the layers I build up all year long.

Layers of what?

I can’t even describe…it’s like going outside your home after a snowfall and feeling that intense quiet as the snow absorbs the noise, and then at the same time looking around and seeing everything sparkling white. You don’t see the bush that needs trimming or the deck that needs repainting, just the clarity that the beauty brings to your senses. You know that the driveway will have to be shoveled and that in a minute you will be searching for that missing mitten, but for a moment all is in perfect perspective.

Interestingly, I often feel anxious before I go on retreat. I don’t look forward to being “alone” for that long, as if I have forgotten how to be by myself, or I am anxious about leaving the kids, etc.

I am sometimes afraid of what God will uncover.

And I am anxious about re-integration to life after those two days at the oasis because the adjustment is so abrupt. But my husband pushes me out the door and I go.

Because I know that I can’t recreate the soul rest at home (nor should I) and it benefits me and also my entire family.

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I’m so thankful to have my friend share today. Though most of our days will be straining to hear God’s voice in the noise, if Jesus even in His busyness prioritized getting away from the crowds to pray, then we do not need to feel guilty for doing the same.

“We may rest fully assured of this: a man’s influence in the world can be gauged not by his eloquence or his zeal or his orthodoxy or his energy, but by his prayers…to be little with God in prayer is to be little for God in service. Much secret prayer means much public power” (The Kneeling Christian by Anonymous, p. 25).

Have you ever done a personal retreat? What was your experience like?

What is keeping you from planning a retreat this year?

Resources:
Retreat Finder A great international directory to find Catholic retreat centers (but most of them you don’t have to be Catholic to have a personal retreat there).

If this is your first visit to 7 Days of Soul Rest, be sure to read through the previous posts listed below. Please introduce yourself in the comments–I’d love to hear your story!

Introduction to the Series

       Day 1: Three Secrets of Soul Rest

       Day 2: Moms Are Not Monks

       Day 3: Permission for Self Care

       Day 4: Ordinary Moments

       Day 5: Creative Spirituality for Busy Times

       Day 6: Planning a Personal Retreat

       Day 7: Sabbath Rhythms

Linking up with Velvet Ashes

December 5, 2015January 13, 2017

Day 5: Creative Spirituality for Busy Times {7 Days of Soul Rest}

Here are some ideas for connecting with God throughout your day, most of which do not require more than 5 or 10 minutes at a time.

My kids have magical powers. I’ve tested it. Every morning, I tiptoe downstairs while they are sleeping (unless they’ve already woken us up at 5 am, of course) and the second that I sit down and take my first sip of coffee, THEY KNOW.

They are also currently on a sleep strike from napping. So soul rest for me today took the form of strapping my two kids in the car at 3 pm after over an hour of not sleeping and driving up into the mountains so they could nap. It took them about 5 minutes until they were out.

God knew I needed that time alone in the car. In the quiet, he reminded me of some things.

When traveling to another country, good practice is to alter your attitude when you encounter strange aspects of that culture and think, This isn’t better or worse than my culture, it’s just different.

I’m finding that in encountering new seasons of life, it is helpful to take the same attitude:

This isn’t better or worse, just different.

But instead of accepting that this season of life is just different, I have been fighting it. I often think I just need to hold on until more ideal circumstances for Bible Study and prayer return. But just as it is unrealistic to wish for snow in the middle of summer or tulips in the fall, it is immature for me to wish for an hour-long quiet time in the morning in this season where my kids wake up at 5:30 am. Instead of fighting it like a toddler, I need to find out how I can grow not in spite of, but in the midst of this season.

“In acceptance lieth peace,” Amy Carmichael writes.

Today, I feel like I surrendered my toddler-like attitude about my life and accepted that God wants to meet me where I am–in slivers of time, tired attempts to read His Word, mundane moments and scrambled prayers for patience and strength.

I love how my friend with 9 children said she is “giving herself freedom to enjoy this season of walking with Christ.”

Am I enjoying my season? Are you enjoying yours? Are you giving yourself freedom?

We are not meant to “get through” the seasons God brings us through, we are meant to thrive and grow closer to Jesus in EACH one.

Fortunately I have some pretty awesome friends that contributed some ways to meet God during their season of busy motherhood. These ideas are not intended to add burdens or “shoulds,” but to provide some new ideas for running this spiritual sprint when we have been used to running marathons.

Here are some ideas for connecting with God throughout your busy day. Most do not require more than 5 or 10 minutes at a time.

Bible reading

Keep Bibles in every room in your house (and car)–open or bookmarked–to be able to pick up if you have a random moment or two

Listen to the audio version of the Bible or a sermon while you are cooking dinner or in your car

Tape 3 X 5 cards or post-it notes with Bible verses anywhere you spend a lot of time

Download a Bible reading plan using the YouVersion App on your Smartphone

Read your Bible in front of your kids

Have your kids begin 5 minute “quiet times” in the morning where they can listen to a Bible story on CD (like The Jesus Storybook Bible) while you read yours

Visit Hobby Lobby and get a few wall hangings with Scripture verses to hang in strategic spots

Concentrate on a verse or paragraph a week, then move on to the next verse or paragraph once you feel like you’ve soaked in what you can of that one

Read your Bible while you are brushing your teeth or blow-drying your hair

Prayer

Pick something repetitive in your day that will prompt you to pray (I once read that someone prayed every time their child laughed!)

Write out prayers in a journal

Set a timer for 10 minutes and pray during the first few minutes of nap time if your kids nap

Keep a prayer journal in your kitchen and pray for the next item on the list when you have a moment (a friend of mine puts names on tongue compressors and the kids pick one before a meal to pray for)

Say 3 word prayers–make each word count!

Pray while exercising or aloud while taking your kids for a walk in the stroller (if you put your headphones on, people will just think you’re talking on your phone)
Download an app to keep track of prayer requests and send you reminders to pray

Community

Prioritize meeting up with a friend to go on a walk, to coffee or run early in the morning (without kids) on a regular basis

Call one spiritually encouraging friend a week

Join a weekly women’s Bible study. Many like BSF, CBS and Precepts have childcare and some have wonderful programs for your children to learn the Bible as well

Join a mom’s group like MOPS

Go to church consistently (even if you are standing in the back with a baby in a baby wrap) and talk to at least one person afterwards (even if your kids are melting down)

Join an online Bible study

Read Books

Read books on your phone through Kindle or Play Books–while you are brushing your teeth, before bed, or whenever else you have a spare minute (a friend of mine only uses a separate Kindle because she finds she ends up getting distracted if she reads on her phone)

Read through a daily devotional like My Utmost for His Highest, or find one using the YouVersion app on your phone

Spiritual Disciplines While Nursing
Ok, to be honest, I spent my fair share of time nursing while watching TV or going on Facebook on my phone, but here are a few ideas that I did occasionally that I wish I had done more often in the almost three years total I have spent nursing a baby:

Think of your loss of sleep as “sleep fasting”–and just like fasting, resist the urge to announce to everyone you meet how little sleep you got! God will reward to your sacrifice, sister.

Read spiritual books or your Bible on your phone (dangerous for me because I get distracted)

Pray for your children (one friend would pray prayers connected to the five senses of her children) and for anything else that is on your heart for the duration of your nursing

When Your Kids Stop Napping
Have them start a “quiet time” in their rooms. Check out this article.

Music

Songs are usually only 3 to 5 minutes: sit down to listen and mediate on a song

Read, then sing through songs in a hymnal (they usually have really rich spiritual messages)

Listen to worship music in your house or car (I like to listen while I’m in the shower or cooking dinner)

Sing worship songs with your children and before praying for meals

Have family dance parties to worship music

Write It Out

Post-it Notes for: prayer requests, quotes, Bible verses, words for meditation, people to pray for and anything else you need to jot down

Journal: one of my friends writes just one sentence every night just so she can keep track of the days. Personally, journaling for me has saved us thousands of dollars in counseling. I mostly write prayers, what I’m learning and anything that happened that is out of the ordinary.

Take Five
During some time when your kids are sleeping or being watched by someone else, set a timer and sit quietly with your eyes closed for five minutes. Try to breathe evenly and if you think of anything at all, maybe mediate on one verse, phrase or name of God until the timer goes off.

Ordinary Moments
We talked about this yesterday, but here are some practical ways to be intentional about these:

Point out cool, interesting or beautiful details to your children and give praise to God with them for them
Take a picture and tag it #distractedbybeauty on Facebook or Instagram (a friend of mine has been doing this and I love what she finds)
Drive, walk, or run slower than you usually do and look for something to marvel at
Keep an on-going list of things that you are thankful for, either on a piece of paper or on a chalkboard at home and pray over the list whenever you see it

I hope that you are able to use some of these ideas to grow in your relationship with the Lord during this busy season of life. If you are new to the series, be sure to start from the beginning and read the previous posts listed below.

Which of these would you like to implement in your daily life?

What do you think God is trying to teach you in the season of life that you are in?

Check out all the other posts in this series:

Introduction to the Series

       Day 1: Three Secrets of Soul Rest

       Day 2: Moms Are Not Monks

       Day 3: Permission for Self Care

       Day 4: Ordinary Moments

       Day 5: Creative Spirituality for Busy Times

       Day 6: Planning a Personal Retreat

       Day 7: Sabbath Rhythms

Resources:
How to Make Time for a Consistent Prayer Life

Spiritual Circle Journal, described in this article, Morning Quiet Time for Busy Moms