Get busy living

New normal.  Susan and I say this all the time, it seems like every 6 months we are embracing some new normal. Life is really amazing that way. It really moves so quickly. It's designed that way to keep you growing, changing, and moving toward the goal of heaven.

I can't understand when people dig their heels in and refuse to allow their lives to change. I understand, it's fear. But for all the weird stuff I "fear" or faux fear, I can't understand genuine fear of growing and changing, experiencing new people, new places, new challenges, new dreams.

This world is enormous and to carve out some a few hundred feet, dig a hole and plant yourself? Why? The physical planting is directly related to the planting that happens in the spirit. Digging an emotional hole and planting yourself in it. Building walls to keep out the perceived pain that would come with the changes. Instead the pain inside the walls is far worse. But they don't know. The choose the pain of the known over the pain of the unknown.

So many people I love have planted themselves and refuse to move. Ignoring God's leading, His prompting, His discipline. Crossing their arms in defiance - hell no, I won't go.

Think about it. I won't... go. I won't... move. Living things move, they go, they change. If you aren't moving, you aren't growing. Changing houses may not be on the agenda, I'm not saying you must pack up and relocate but maybe. You can evacuate the hole your hiding your spirit in, you can clear the decks, shake off the dust, you dump and clear, and let the light in. You can step outside the walls and forge a new path.

What are you waiting for? If God is whispering to your heart, or if He is shouting in your ear, why wait? I love the line in Shawshank Redemption, "get busy living, or get busy dying." Which path are you on?

It's great over here on the journey of the living. Plenty of room. Join me?
How does someone so passionate about homeschooling begin to court the idea that one of her children may want at some point to go to public school?

I can answer that because my daughter Taylor is strongly considering it as an option for her and I find myself feathers eerily unrifled. I am sad, imagining days without her. Her sense of humor, her little way of being in the world is never boring to watch.

I have absolutely no worries academically. She will rise to whatever goals she sets for herself. I believe this about all children. Sadly too many don't believe they are capable of very much. She will thrive in music, drama, yearbook, journalism, photography, any club she joins. She will be a good witness to her faith.

As we prepare for potential changes that come with public school, I'm more convicted than ever of the silliness of much of their day. I told her she would need to learn to sit in an uncomfortable chair all day while she worked, so we started having her do her work at the dining table. Might seem strange but when you are accustomed to being comfy while you read and work, having to purposely be in a hard wooden seat seems to silly. Better get prepared for the real world! In the real world you buy a desk chair that is best for you. OSHA requires everything ergonomic lest someone suffer permanent back pain, or injury. No real world here.

Stop working when you here the bell. So stop thinking about this and now, think about this. Nothing about the real world here. Unless you are in a prison.

There will be much she gains and the mom in me wants to take the benefits and leave the nonsense but it's a package deal.

Move that BUS!

My God will not be outdone in generosity.

He asks for my obedience, He does not demand it. He waits, He never imposes Himself or His will on mine. The more I am obedient the more I am blessed. This isn't the kind of arrangement I tried to make with God when I was a teenager, "God please give me ____ and I'll give you ____."

I feel a lot like the Grinch. I actually think my heart has grown exponentially. I didn't have the capacity for this kind of love, obedience or patience just 12 short months ago. I lacked discipline in several areas of my life and though I continue to work in all these areas, the change inside of me feels so amazing.

This might well be the happiest time in my life. There are stresses, worries and troubles, oh, I SO promise there are. There always will be, I cannot sacrifice my life to the work of the enemy and the garbage he throws at me. That is just stuff. None of it is eternal. Surrender it, embrace it, learn from it and move the heck on. This kind of happiness is more satisfying than any temporal happiness. This isn't fleeting. It doesn't shift with the weather or the season, my cycle or moods. This is the joy of walking in obedience. this is the joy of knowing that I am immortal the work being done in me is God's work. wow. Wouldn't we all be honored to have some famous designer from HGTV decorate our house, do our landscaping, or sit on the couch (off camera) with Dr. Phil and find out how to fix your family? We'd be the envy of our neighbors. But God is the architect of our hearts, our lives if we let Him. The only thing keeping us from the BIG REVEAL is the bus of our stubborn will. Move that bus!

God's blessings are able to reach me because my disobedience is not constantly getting in my own way. I am called to be perfect like my Father in heaven is perfect. This is my journey. For so long, I knew this but gave myself the slack to fall and fail. I will fall and fail, but I refuse to give myself permission to do it. I will forgive myself when I do, but allowing myself to do anything I know I should not... how is that a net gain for me? answer: it's not.

Ever start out on a goal? You get so excited and encouraged when you see progress. I can see the progress of God's work in my life, and on my very heart. The failures are even blessings as my will surrenders to His.

We are moved. Well we still have the wood playset at the other place, but we are, aside from that, moved. I love our new place. It's perfect. I hope to post some photos tomorrow and now that things are settling in return to blogging. We live across the street from the parish where I work, St. Mary's, as the youth minister now. I love everything about our location, our home, our town.

So much more to share but there is also laundry and meatballs that need tending. I pray you will move your butt, I mean BUS and see what God wants to reveal to you.