Can I Let Go?

I heard this for the first time yesterday, and I fell in love...


Nothing I Hold On To by Will Reagan; United Pursuits

I lean not on my own understanding,
My life is in the hands of the maker of heaven

I Give it all to you God,
Trusting that you'll make something beautiful out of me

I will climb this mountain
With my hands wide open
I will climb this mountain
With my hands wide open

There is nothing I hold on to
There is nothing I hold on to
There is nothing I hold on to
There is nothing I hold on to

All Glory To God, Forever. Amen

An Answer To The Question

"Do you know Jesus?"

Many times, this question sends people running, cussing or both.  Having been on both ends of that question myself, I can sympathize with both sides.

As part of her DTS, Hannah has spent the last week in street evangelism.  She writes in her blog:

And today was outreach. We did street evangelism.
Ummm, yeah, it was the first time I've ever just straight-up asked random strangers if they know Jesus.
First, I want to tell you guys that I am STILL SICK.
This morning, I felt like pooh. I wanted so badly to burn for the lost and get pumped to share His love with them. But I had trouble even functioning normally.
Our entire crew prayed over me and the yucky mucus left my nose immediately.
IMMEDIATELY.
GUYS, DO YOU GET THAT??? GOD TOTALLY HEALED ME OF MY GROSSNESS SO I COULD SHARE HIS GOOD NEWS.
God is good. All the time.
So Elisa and I hit the streets. Man, I was that crazy Jesus freak asking people if they "knew Jesus." And let me tell you, it was the craziest experience of my life.
 Note to all:    
Elisa and I did not save one person.
Not one.
We were flat-out rejected by every single person we spoke to. As soon as they heard the word "Jesus", people got so crazy offended and some would literally turn and run away. Some threw their hands in the air and said "I want nothing to do with this." Others broke my heart, saying "I'm not interested in Jesus" or "I don't need Jesus." I could just see Him crying saying "Take the AMAZING gift of life I have offered you! I layed down my VERY LIFE so you could live and experience my one true love!" And people rejected Him.
Note:
YOU DO NEED JESUS.
I'm gonna be bold right now, I haven't been bold enough on here because I've been afraid of hurting or offending people, but I want to tell you right now that you NEED Jesus. It's a fact - whether or not you choose to accept it is your choice, and He gave us that choice because of His INFINITE love for us, but one day, you Will stand before the King of Kings and you will tell Him the choice you made in this life, and I am sharing that with you now because I don't want to stand in front of Him, guilty of not giving you the news that He is the only Way, the Truth, and the Light.
Yep.
Did you know I told one woman that I felt God wanted me to encourage told me that she was "Perfectly happy and didn't need encouragement" and stomped away angrily?
Sorry lady, you didn't seem too happy to me.
There was one Maori woman Elisa stopped on the sidewalk. She ask her if she knew Jesus. The woman hurridly replied "Yes" and so I asked her if she had a relationship with Christ - if she prayed with Him, read the Bible, was part of a Christian community, etc. She sighed and said "Yeah, i pray sometimes..." and I was all like "That's great! Can we encourage you today with some more prayer?" She quickly informed me that she needed to catch her bus, but after being rejected before, God gave me the determination not to let her get away. So I said "We can totally walk with you to your bus!" Say Elisa and I both began to pray for her as she walked to her bus.
Then she stopped walking.
And we finished praying.
And she looked at us.
And I knew God had done something.
I wish we hadn't let her go after we prayed for her.
But we'll continue to pray for her, along for the countless others who got away.
Seeds, right?

I know for Hannah to approach a stranger and ask that question really took some courage and a big step out of her comfort zone, and i'm so proud of her for that.  In all my 43 years as a baptized christian, I've never been able to do that.

Having been on the back end of that question, I always remember that mixed feeling of conviction and defensive withdrawal.  There was nothing in their spirit, nothing in their demeanor that took me beyond the wall I threw up.  On very few occasions was I drawn enough to allow conviction to settle and take root.  But it does only take one occasion to take root and begin to grow.

Several years later, I found myself on the front end of the question, but not in a street evangelism setting...but rather, in a booth of the restaurant where I worked, on a park bench while watching my babies play, walking around the fields while my kids tangled for the win, outside in the church parking lot sitting on a curb, and many other places i'm sure were as obscure and out of place as those with whom I was sharing my faith.

After I read Hannah's story and, I felt convicted to share some of the things I've learned along the way.  The Maori woman needed what they gave to her that day...no doubt!  But what is missing in the evangelism equation is what these people need most...a relationship. 

The biggest lesson i've learned is that until someone trusts the person in front of them, that person is unbelievable--until that person feels some sort of bond of friendship and kindredship, they are not going to let their heart open up or become vulnerable to let anyone in.  Usually that takes more than five minutes to accomplish, but a true soul passionately seeking to know people and share the joy they've found in Jesus can often share their faith without a defensive wall because of their humility in what they are doing. 

Walking in humility and yet passionately is what I pictured my Hannah and Elisa doing as I read about the day's adventure...and I could see her asking the question; and in her excitement, I could imagine her not pausing to hear the answer before blurting out the joy she is living through her relationship with the One who has given her new life! 

And that makes my heart leap and my cup overflow!

Christmas Letter 2012

Alas, I have the privilege of staring out my window at the familiar sights from the comfort of our own home!  The warm days make it hard to believe it’s the Christmas season and time to wrap up our year in a letter!
Okay, so this time last year,  life was in a topsy turvy royal mess. But, here we are...surrounded by color (white is just not me~white walls, white fixtures, white appliances, white counters, white sinks...!) and all that is us!

This year is all about CHANGE...and faster than I can blink my eyes! I know change is ever present, but there’s always some sort of  foundational stability that anchors us. The four winds, however, seem to be blowing all that away!

Let’s start with Bert and Jessica, who faced major changes this year when Bert lost his job due to the continuing economic downturn. So, in addition to teaching part-time at the local college,  he spends his time as Mr. Mom while diligently searching for a new job! They are still able to participate in their favorite past-time~UTK/Troy weekends. Even the girls cheer  them on!

Jessica keeps us up-to-date with her blog, and we love hearing about their daily lives and seeing photos and videos as Elizabeth and Caroline change on what seems like a daily basis!

Elizabeth is trying out her ballet wings, and the videos are soo adorable! Caroline has had  her share of being sick this year; despite it all, she continues to be the most content and happy child ever! Both girls are growing so quickly!

Ditto for Alexis, Aleaha, Alivia and Alaina!  Alexis is almost as tall as I am, and Alaina is  even with Alivia! Though Melanie attends college and works, with two kids at home during the day, they still go camping whenever they can!

Alexis sings in the school chorus and is throwing in her soccer shoes for softball cleats in the Spring. Aleaha, on the other hand, continues  to play soccer; and I understand she is a most avid reader!  All four girls love the outdoors and riding 4-wheelers!  I love the pictures Melanie texts to me that crack me up so much!
Hannah...she indeed graduated in May, completing the IB Programme, and then took off to London and France for two weeks–a dream she’s been saving for since 9th grade! After return-ing home, she worked all summer, then packed her life up in two suitcases and traveled half way around the world to New Zealand/Fiji for six months with YWAM. She is absolutely in her element leading worship, writing songs, minister-ing to so many through love, prayer and sharing    the gospel. Her life is full and God is doing some amazing work in and through her!

Rebeka, on the other hand, is already experiencing senioritis.  Despite that, she keeps persevering. Accepted to both her college choices, she has chosen to attend Lee~~BUT...not before attending YWAM!!  She just made the deci-sion to defer, taking a gap year to travel to the New Zealand Outdoor Pursuits YWAM! Lee University will defer all scholarships, etc., and she will also earn credit for the trip! In the mean time, 4 AP and  1 Honors class keep her on her toes!

She still has a passion for her violin, and when all the youth group crowd into our small parlor every sunday, she pulls it out to accompany whoever is playing the piano!  She’s been playing Christmas songs, and there’s nothing like a sweet violin to usher in the Christmas feeling!

Keith just keeps on doing what he does best...being the most awesome husband, father, pappa, friend and employee he could possibly be. He’s looking forward to the time when we can travel to be with family and friends.

Another big change for our family was losing of our 16-year-old family dog, Dakota. I  didn’t think I could grieve for a dog the way that I grieve his absence from our lives.  He is sorely missed.

We also lost a very dear man who was like a second father to me, Paul Parham. It’ still hard to be-lieve he is gone. Everytime I make peanut butter cookies, I am reminded of him and miss him deeply.

We rescued a  kitty back in the summer and  named her Ginny...found out six months later, Ginny is a boy. We had him neutered and all his shots up to date only for him to disappear two weeks later.

So, for the first time in 16 years, we have no animals.  To top all that off, this time next year, we will be empty nesters...after how many years of raising  kids, it is going to be terribly quiet around here!

There is already a lot missing this year: the morning turmoil of two girls sharing one bathroom; the discussions over who is wearing what and where is what article of clothing that was borrowed and not returned; the priority-setting for who gets the vehicle for what activity and who will drive; Hannah’s incessant chattering and singing and strange vocal experiments that have to be video’d (for what reason, I still don’t know!); the 4 or 5 piano practices a day; the tattletelling; the daily gang-up-on-mom rituals; the midnight-i-feel-like-talking conversations; the 15-minute-interval reminders to finish homework; the what-if conversations; the lived-in look of Hannah’s room (which Rebeka does spend a fair amount of time trying to rectify!); and of course, the multi-hormonal week of insanity! Spoiler Warning: Next year, this whole page will be filled with a whole new list of what will be missing!

My mindset is on “lasts.” My life has been centered on being a mom, and this is the last year to be in that season. I am quite aware of all the lasts and cherishing each one as they come to a close. I think I will grieve the end of this time for a bit. I’ve spent more than 25 years raising kids and being a part of their lives. It will take me awhile to recreate a new life taking just Keith and me into consideration. The song by Alabama, “Changes” comes to mind...!

Though so much has changed, there are some things that will never change, and that is the depth of the relationships we share. As Hannah and Rebeka join Jessica and Melanie in creating their own lives, our joy is being able to share in those lives.

This Christmas season may you join us in focusing on God’s unchanging perfect love come down to earth so that we may have life everlasting!

Just Another Day In Paradise

So.  About every month the Theatre 4 kids hold Open Mic. 

Intermingled with some crazy skits surrounding a specific theme, many talented kids get to showcase their passions.  The whole time Hannah was in school, I don't think i videoed even one of her performances...

so this year, i tried using my phone to capture Rebeka's nuttiness...

I love that kid!  Her craziness makes my cup overflow overflow overflow!!!

P.S.  She is the one in the tan grass skirt!

Dakota Douglass~~November 3, 1996 - September 29, 2012

I ventured out to the backyard swing today for the first time in a week and a half.  That's where I normally do my morning devotional. 

This usually takes over an hour because Dakota, our 16-year-old keeshond, has always insisted on being out there with me.  He loves the outdoors but his hearing over the past year diminished greatly, so I end up spending more time making sure of his whereabouts and reigning him back into sight.

Today's breeze made it the perfect Fall day.  On days like this, the wind would blow across Dakota's fur and he would look majestic, black/gray fur sweeping in the wind, his head held high and tail tightly curled wagging against the breeze.

That vision hit me hard and the tears began to flow.  Today marks ten days since we were faced with the most difficult decision regarding this beloved family member

Six month ago, Dakota had what we thought was a stroke...we let him outside before bed, and when he headed up the backdoor stairs, he couldn't make it.  He just fell over.  We brought him into the house and he weaved around the room with no bladder control whatsoever.  With peepee lines encircling all over the living room floor, Rebeka quickly picked him up and took him back outside until his bladder was emptied.  Carrying him back inside, we noticed his ears were limp and his head cocked downward to the right.  We didn't know what to do, so Rebeka made a bed by the couch and slept next to him. The next morning, his ears were still limp but he seemed much better, and within 48 hours he was back to normal.  Three months later, the same scenario happened, this time without loss of bladder control.

Three Monday's ago, it happened again when we let him outside first thing that morning.  Like before, we waited to see if he would improve.  By Thursday, he had not.  Late for school that morning, we carried him to the car, and he went to school with us (which was customary when I worked at school).  When Keith came to school to pick me and the dog up, there were blood stains in several spots on the truck.  When we arrived home, we checked him to see where they were coming from. 

Around his bootie, the hair had fallen out and about an inch and a half diameter spot was "leaking" blood.  We knew then we needed to take him to the vet, and I felt in my heart that this was it.  The whole week he kept going in the same circle...

with the exception of when we let him outside.  After a few minutes, his lungs would fill with the fresh air and before we knew it, his head perked, his tail curled and he almost pranced as we smelled eveything in sight.  So we still had hope that he would recover.  It was night time that was the worst though.  For over a week, he would circle around as if he were afraid to settle down.  When he finally settled, he would wake up after a couple of hours, yelping in "terror."  It would send me flying out of the bed and holding him telling him it was okay.  Thursday and Friday, I finally put him in bed with me so that when he woke up and screamed, I would be right there.

With all of our chaotic schedules, it has been difficult for all of us to get together for any length of time, and so we rearranged all we could in order to take him to the vet on Saturday. 

Saturday morning came. 

Feeling as if the day was moving in such slow motion, I began dressing.

Keith came home from work, and changed clothes.  I fixed him some breakfast.

Rebeka, finished with track, changed her clothes, sat on the floor and just cuddled with Dakota, telling him what she and Hannah loved most about him, and how much they loved him.

With nothing else to detain us, we carried him out to the car and headed to the vet.

When we checked in and they asked for a description, they wrote down, "possible euthenasia."  The words stung. Though the waiting room was full, they called Dakota's name within 5 minutes.  Keith and Rebeka had taken him back outside to what might be his last time to bask in the beautiful fall day.

After checking him and watching him, the doctor said he had a tumor in his bottom, and by the looks of Dakota's behavior, he was pretty certain there was one in his brain.  What we thought was him crying out in pain during the night, the doctor said was not from pain but from waking up disoriented not knowing where he was~~i can't tell you what that did to my soul...

The tears were already welling up in all our eyes with the confirmation that he was in pain and that he would not get any better but only worse.  We watched him as he paced the same circular pattern around the room, panting with head cocked down to the right, tail hanging.

Dakota didn't like going to the vet.  We so wanted to be able to take him back out to the 96 acres, let him romp one more time before the inevitable.  But the doctor has to carry out these things...in the room. 

The doctor left while we tried to communicate our thoughts, unsuccessfully.  We all knew what had to be done, but we couldn't bear the thought of it.  We all sat in the floor cuddling him, talking with him...that made him sooo happy.  His face said it all..."I love you guys so much!"  That just made us cry even harder.  The doctor came in, and he knew what our decision was and, without a word, left again for the meds. 

When he returned, he explained that he would give Dakota a sedative to relax him first.  After it had taken full effect, he would then euthenize him.

It didn't take long for the sedative to take effect.  It is the most relaxed Dakota had been in days.  He seemed so content just to be in Rebeka's lap with Keith and I cuddling with him.  By this time, we were all so broken, and we didn't even try to hold back what was going on in our hearts.  Dakota slipped into a peaceful slumber just from the sedative.  I'm sure he was gone before the second injection.  Before the second injection, the doctor had us lift him onto the weight table, and he raised it up to our height.  Ten seconds later, the doctor confirmed the inevitable.  We just kept stroking his fur and talking to him. 

The staff put him in a box coffin for us and drew a heart to indicate where his head laid, and they loaded it in the back of the van for us.  We called our dear friends, Dale and Cindy, whose parents had been so kind to rent us our first home in middle Tennessee for the first 3 years:  96 acres of field, woods, creeks and hay.  That's where Dakota was happiest.  That's where he spent the best years of his life.  That's where we decided he would be happiest being buried. 

That's where we took him.  Dale and another long-time friend, helped us decide where to bury him, and 45 minutes later, the job was done.  Before heading to Charlotte, we stopped by the house for shovels and his belongings.  Somewhere in that time, we built a cross and routed his name and dates on it.

Today my devotional only took me 20 minutes. Just like so many of the daily activities I have done for the past 16 years, they have been changed by his absence.  These are the things in which I am confident will cause me to grieve for him for a long time to come.

Hannah's biggest concern was that she would not be here when he died...these were the words she posted for the world to see:

Dear Dakota,
I'm gonna miss you so much. I can't imagine going back home to life without you - what am I gonna do without my best snuggle buddy? I'm so sad that I didn't get to say bye to you! I know at times, I would laugh at you because you acted so much like a person, but I refuse to believe you were just any old dog. No normal dog could eat my entire chocolate birthday cake or a tub of rat poison and live. No dog could look at you at make you feel like he understood exactly what you were going through. No dog could act like he was a puppy for almost 18 years. I didn't know I could love an animal so much, and I really hope that all dogs do go to heaven, because I can't imagine it without you! I love you buddy!

Rebeka, the one who made sure Hannah knew and the one who just waited on the phone to skype her to share this time with her, wrote:

 

My dear buddy boy,
I believe today has been one of the hardest days to go through. I am gonna miss burying my face in your fur when I cry or just wanna feel loved, and knowing that you would always be there for me to comfort me. I don't remember life without you and it is going to be so weird to not have you around. I love you so much, you were and always will be the best dog ever. I love you!

 

The stories are endless.  We called him the dumb dog because he defied so much: he defied gravity, he defied all the odds, he defied all abilities, and on several occasions he defied death itself.

 

He was strong and fast.  He was loyal and protective. He was funny and soft and cuddly.   He embodied everything a family dog is supposed to be...and he was ours heart and soul.

 

They say a dog and his owner tend to look alike and take on similar personalities.  If that is the case, we are one lucky family. 

 

A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?~~Marley And Me
 

That is why my cup runs over tonight...