Day 6: Awesomely Thankful

Slowing down.

Finding God in the busy crush of daily life.  Where He is sometimes pushed aside; until we have a great need of Him.  The Lover of our souls, made to wait, our affections growing stale and brittle out of what we claim as necessity. 

Can you hear His voice, tender as a lover, calling your treasured name? 

Do you see His love, laid out before you as a lavish celebration of His delight in you?

 Can you feel His breath on your cheek, as He whispers sonnets written just for you?

Most days, in the hurry-scurry rushing of surviving the day-to-day, I feel like I leave my awesome under the pile of needs-to-be-folded laundry, or soaking in the sink of dirty dishes.  If there were more hours in the day, Lord; or maybe another day in the week, one that I could just devote to catching up.  Then, if I were properly prepared, I would have time to devote to polishing my awesome; and recognizing myself in the reflection.  But I don’t believe this season is for monastic stillness.  Children, by their very nature, require time.  As does friendship; and love.  Time, the commodity traded so easily; yet in its slipping away, awesomeness is neglected, forgotten. 

I polished it bit today.  I pushed aside the incessant “to-do’s” and focused, instead on thankfulness.  And the recollection of these thanks made me recall a bit of the shimmering glory of the awesome.  It helped me to see the presence of God in my days, whether I’d noticed it then, or not.  It made me smile.

So I realized I need to be more aware, to practice looking for God’s presence in my day, to recall the awesome.  I need to be present, fully, in the moment in order to invoke the awesome.  Distraction, busy-ness, merely doing the next thing is merely survival.  And I long for awesome.    

I will take a moment, take time to recall His lavish gifts to you.  See how He has wooed me; how He woos me still.  Be still, breathe in the quiet.  Let myself see God’s love unfolding before me, in His way for only me.  Mark it; capture it within my heart.  Store it up for the dry times of the soul.  Lay this foundation, daily; and let the weight of my life rest upon it.  I am cherished.  I am delighted in.  I am loved by the Creator of the universe, the Author of all eternity. 

I will see these gifts and treasure them and recognize their meaning in my life.  Here, I will record them, daily adding to their number.  May they speak only of You, o Lord.  May You be honored here, for Your love is the orb encircling my life.  

  

 

Joining us for our 21 Days of Awesome?  Click on the links below to catch up, or refresh your memory :

Day 1: Awesome

Day 2: It’s Who I Am

Day 3: What Awesome Is Not

Day 4: Quieting the Shadow Voices

Day 5: Expansive Engagement

Day 5: An Expansive Engagement

You can smell it in the air.  The cool sharpness of coming rain.   Grey armadas marching across open skies, pulling deep, charcoal walls in their wake. Blades of grass strain; leaves shiver, flowers shy with anticipation.  The wind blows heavy and damp, bringing with it wetted expectation.

The clouds bristle with a fulfillment of what is yet to be; but somehow, somewhere, already is.  A vow written in the sky.  Like another, written on a heart.   A promise that though it may not be felt now, may not be immediate and present, it is; and it will be.  A proposal has been made:

Love me, above all others, the beloved asks.  My heart is free to say no.  I may turn and leave.  But how could I?  My beloved knows me.  The beloved cherishes me, for who I am.  At 3am and at 5pm, when I need healing and when I am well, when I have nothing and when I am rich in His love.

Wait for me, He says.  He promises to return, yet He will be with me, in every breath.  He leaves with me a part of Him; and goes to make plans for our forever after.  There is thunder in His embrace, lightening in His gaze, and tender drops of rain to kiss my face, and wash away my tears that are borne from His absence.  He holds me with His breath, and brushes my hair back with the winds.  I close my eyes and know that I am His.      

This is my awesome for today: I have been asked.  And I will keep saying yes.  Though it may not feel in the right here, all the time, right now; it both is and is yet to be.  This is the mystery of Christ in me.  Both fulfillment and continually opening up to greater completion; in anticipation of the day, in which this promise of hope and awesome wed.  A day in which love will fully come to pass.

I can feel His love for me, here in the quiet of my room.  I do not doubt.  My awesome unfolding in my heart, hesitant, fragile.  And I can see it coming like the clouds, heavy with rain to fall on my cheeks, wash away the un-awesome.  To refresh a barren landscape and call forth the life underneath.  His Love creates my Awesome.



My beloved speaks and says to me: “Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.”

~Song of Solomon 2:10

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Day 1: Awesome

Day 2: It’s Who I Am

Day 3: What Awesome Is Not

Day 4: Quieting the Shadow Voices

Day 4: Quieting the Shadow Voices

I was going to…

Do you have those days?  The days of grandiose plans.  The moments of world-conquering clarity and vision; sweeping in their scope and magnitude of motivation.  They’re heady.  Some days are full of the “going to’s.”  Each idea stacked upon another, a glorious tower of possibilities. 

     

Today didn’t start with a clear vision of my awesome.  But, I did awake with at least an awareness of its presence.  I’m starting to notice that it’s always there.  And as I rushed through the morning (yes, I got up late and yes, I was exhausted still), I wondered what I could say about the awesome today.  I had ideas, half-formed and neglected in the frenzied foreign-language quiz review.  During my to-and-fro commute, I began to plan; words spilling out of my grey matter, with nothing to catch them.  Verses like children on a trampoline, popping in and out of my conscience…but the day wore on, responsibilities crowding out my intellectual garden party.  And when I turned around again to sit at my computer and flesh some of these ideas out, it was 11 o’clock p.m.  Hardly time for adequate research.  Not even enough time for a coherent thought to gather itself together in my very weary brain.        

Today ended up being an “I was going to” kind of day. 

And sometimes, the feeling of failure tucks me in at night.  Mocking whispers in the shadows.  “You’ll never…you won’t…you can’t…”  These lies that tarnish the awesome, make my eyes blurry to it.  I do my best to respond, vehemently at first, “I’ll start _____.”/“Tomorrow, I’ll do _____ better.”/“If I _____, then I’ll be good enough at _____.”

And I get up, the very next morning, determined to do my absolute utmost to keep these promises to myself.  As if the awesome depends on it. 

But you know what the rest of that pattern is?  The other consistency?  I invariably fail.  Partly because I’m human and that’s what we do.  It’s who we are (in a fallen world).  And partly because I expect too much from myself; because in my own strength I can’t maintain the awesome. 

So today, at the end of yet another “I was going to” day, I’ll let the awesome answer the shadow-voices.  I’m going to simply rest in the awesome.  It’s not going to creep away in the night.  I can’t fail so much that it’s going to abandon me to the darkness.  No more “starting-tomorrow” promises.  Just the awesome, expanding in my chest, seeping through my veins, and filling up me. 

The awesome says I am loved; I am delighted in; and I am enough.

And I know this to be truth; because the awesome says so.    

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Day 1: Awesome

Day 2: It’s Who I Am

Day 3: What Awesome Is Not

 

Day 3: What Awesome Is Not...

 

Speak so that you are not misunderstood.

          

This quote, the origins unknown to me, though I first heard it from a pastor of a mega-church somewhere in the Sandias, came to mind unexpectedly today.  My head was underwater (literally).  As I moved the liquid past me, pulling the air into my lungs at patterned intervals, I was quieted.  My movements were second nature.  Ingrained.  Muscle memory so strong, formed decades ago.  I realized a few years ago that I shouldn’t try to teach someone how to swim.  I dear friend was training for her first triathlon and wanted to work on the swim portion.  She knew I was a swimmer, so she asked for help.  But after weeks in the pool, I realized I can’t mentally break down the mechanics of the individual movements: when to kick, which arm to move in what way at what time, how to breathe and when.  I just get in the water and do it.  I swim because I don’t have to think about it.  And when I try, I lose my rhythm.  Eventually, I was reduced to googling instructional videos and showing them to her; not because my stroke looked different than those featured in the images, but because I simply could not offer anything more articulate than, "just get in the water and do it." 

For me, swimming requires no thought, aside from counting laps.  And when I say, "the awesome," I know exactly what I mean.  Yet, I wonder if it calls to mind the same meaning for you, as it does for me.  Perhaps “The Awesome” is something that requires an adequate definition so that it is not mistaken.  So that anyone who happens upon these 21 Days cannot mistake what I intend for something sprung out of a Western, individualized, self-glorifying culture.  Maybe, from this frame of reference, it is easier to begin with what awesome is not in order to build to what it is.     

Awesome is not pride.[1]  It’s not getting up in the morning and saying, "I am awesome, completely and utterly unto myself.  I identify myself as awesome; I make myself awesome; and I maintain my awesome.”  I.  I.  I.  Pride is pride, not awesome.  And pride is unattractive, self-gratifying, and empty.  Awesome is radiant.  Awesome edifies others, as well as self.  And awesome embodies meaning.[2]** 

Awesome is also not a fake-it-till-you-make-it endeavor.  Awesome can’t be faked.   You can fake feeling awesome, for a while.  But that is so strained and requires so much effort that even the most carefully constructed façade of awesome will eventually crumble.  And the ruin, particularly of this type, is what the world trades in. 

Awesome is not something you can strive toward; there is no goal designated, “awesome enough.”  Awesome is inherent.  Awesome is palpable.  Awesome takes up the space inside you, like water; while still allowing other things (identities, dreams, hopes, loves, memories, life) inside of it.  Awesome is a vast ocean of meaning, a deep well of whom you are and who you’re designed to be.**

And like the mirrored surface of water, awesome reflects the heavens; or rather, the Maker of the Heavens.  In you. 

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[1] See:  Leviticus 26:18-20, Job 20:5-7, Proverbs 16:17-19, Isaiah 2:16-18, Galatians 6:3-8, 1 John 2:15-17

[2] **Don’t worry, we’ll dig deeper into each of these in posts to come.

Photos (in order of appearance) from: www.line-a-pool.com and http://www.huntpoetgather.blogspot.com/. 

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Day 2: It’s Who I Am

 

Day 2: It's who I am.

Today doesn’t feel so awesome.  It did, when I woke up; and when the caffeine was flowing, my day neatly ordered and my music on the radio.  But that was hours ago.  Having literally only a few hours of sleep, coupled with some difficult and so-close-to-home-they-live-in-the-fridge discussions in a particular class, and I’m all the way out of awesome.  I mean, call a girl-friend, break out the chocolate, huddle under a blanket till the rain stops, empty.

But before I don the pity-party hat, I have to remember: awesome isn’t a feeling.  It’s a state of being.  It’s inherent in becoming a child of the Living and Almighty God.  I don’t get to pick, based on my emotive state, or my circumstantial mode, whether I’m awesome right now or not.  I simply am. 



The God of the universe, the one who breathed every star into existence, and who knows their very names, calls me His.  His name will be written on me for eternity[1] (a God tattoo ~ awesome!); He will be mine and I will be His.  And because of this, awesome is who I am.  More than Jen, more than wife; more, even, than mother.  I am a child of God.

And believe me, that is Awesome.  As I write these words, the truth is liberating and expansive, as the sky that holds the orbs of nighttime lights, fills my chest.  My awesome, though it never left me, is sounding.  It’s there, where it was deposited.  I just misplaced it, for an awfully long while. 

I will hold tight to it now.  I will not let it go.  I will not forfeit it to the liars who seek to steal it from me.  It is mine.  Paid for, deposited into my heart, by my Father, Whisperer of Stars. 

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[1] Revelation 22:4 NIV reads, “They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads.”  ~ I’m not literally saying that believers will have a tattoo in the afterlife. 

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Day 1: Awesome

 

21 Days of Awesome

I read a blog this week that talked about being awesome; truly inhabiting it, knowing that awesome resides in your skin.  It was so timely that I’ve been ruminating over it this past week.  I’ve even taken to reminding myself that I shouldn’t let go of my awesome.  It’s been rather empowering (though not in an cocky, arrogant way; instead it’s been a remaindered to seek truth, as I’ll explain in a moment.)  But it took a chance encounter for this idea to really take shape…

I was at a local massage “spot” this weekend with a girlfriend, and overheard an older woman apologizing to her therapist for her appearance (“don’t worry about my bosoms, dear,” she said, “they’re just old and flop all over the place.”), her extra skin because she’d lost so much weight, even her, *ahem*, odor.  She flippantly told the therapist, “ignore the smell; it’s just Tiger Balm, for all my aches.” 

At first, I thought this entire conversation was comical.  And I wondered how old, exactly, one has to be when you can unabashedly dismiss your bosoms and eau du Tiger Balm.  But then, I wondered, if she was really unconcerned with them, why apologize?  It occurred to me that these seemingly dismissive excuses were hiding embarrassment, a self-consciousness I thought was reserved for women my age (not a perky 20-something anymore, but not old enough to not care).  I had to wonder further, when did she lose her awesome?    

And more to the point, when did I lose mine? 

I know I handed it over, incrementally, over the years.  Until one day, I turned around and it was gone.  I woke up without my awesome. 

After much meditation I have decided, nay, pledged to reclaim my awesome.  I know it’s mine, because, as Genesis says, I am made in the image of God (1:27).   Psalm 139 also tells me that I am fearfully and wonderfully made (v. 14); and for that I am to praise God!  Hence, this quest isn’t intended to glorify me or my awesome, but rediscover what God has already given (and subsequently restored/is restoring, through Jesus’s death on the cross); that I may rightly glorify Him.  

I look at the picture above and can pick it apart with my eyes closed (hair, body, clothes, etc…).  But guess what?  I’m going to stop doing that.  It’s an awesome slayer.  Instead, I’m going to say (with the appropriate reverence to my Maker and humility at the work of His hands):

“Awesome!”

You know something else?  You are awesome, too!

And so, for the next 21 Days, I'll be seeking Awesome.  I am going to faithfully search in the only place it can be found: God’s heart.  And where my earthly ideas and plans fall short, I will let Jesus fill in the gaps.* 

Please, share your stories with me; let me know how your awesome is doing.  Whether it resides squarely in your chest each morning; or if, like me, you will have to seek it out again.  Because as we look for our true identities, we have to draw closer to the Author of our lives, the One who saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in [His] book before one of them came to be (Psalm 139:16).  And through this, God will be glorified!  

*don’t worry, this won’t be an exercise in sitting in front of a mirror, a la SNL, repeating: “I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me.”  I’ll be seeking true identity, the one found only in Christ. 

Listen. Listen quickly

He says,

“Be still, and know that I am God;

I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”

Psalm 46:10

 

To be heard lends validity to our lives.  Knowing someone is inherent in listening to them.  Being known requires being heard.  We all, at times, are so intent on ourselves that we forget to really listen to one another.  We are a society that defines itself in status updates, tweets, and very reflexive forms of communication.  It is all give, and no take.  And along the way, we are slowly losing the ability to know other people, to truly know them.  And in that, we are also letting go of the possibility of being truly known. 

I am grateful for the words constantly bestowed on me: “Mommy, let me tell you…”  “Mommy, listen to this…”  Because, I fear, they won’t always be so open.  The hours of lectures, decades, eons of knowledge laid before me as a feast; one of which so few like me are privileged to partake.  The stories cautiously handed to me, delicate and shuddering, wrapped in layers of hesitancy, precious and encumbering.  Narratives too weighty too foul, to pick up, lest they leave their residue on me.  Advice, ladled onto my soul with love; warmth for what’s been out in the cold too long.

But there are times when I just need to be heard.  To speak the words pent up in my spirit.  Unfetter my heart and invite someone in; to hand them the ugly parts, the pieces of me that need help, healing, and even gentle rebuke.  The need arises, molten and overtaking, to tell someone my dreams, my hopes, the deepest desires of my heart, of which only Jesus has been privy to.  In essence, to let someone really know me.  To give a testament of how God is moving in my life, smoothing the rough edges and sharpening the facets, – Right Now.

I just needed to speak the words; they were trying so desperately to escape me.  I needed to tell someone what I was feeling, what I’d been experiencing.   She heard me.  She knew me, in those words.  She allowed me to be known; and, as always, she pointed me to Christ.  She is radiant because He shines through her.  He has taught her to listen, because she has heard Him.  She listens, invoking my existence; so I may return to my quiet witness of other lives.  I am known, because she is willing to listen.

She listened, though not quickly.  And she didn’t judge.  She won’t even mind that this blog is about her, the title coming from a cartoon butterfly…

I pray you have someone like this in your life; that you are someone like this.  Listen.  Really listen, and find a kindred spirit.