For the last few weeks I’ve been realizing my need for better time management. I read some list of Signs of Burnout and identified with most of them. Of course I read this only a few days before I planned to come back to Colorado and work. So I asked God what I should do and I felt strongly that a long sabbatical was not the solution- instead I need to learn how to manage my daily time in a way that allows me enough rest to keep going.
Then, less than a week after returning to YWAM I sprained my ankle.
The funny(?) thing is that the morning before I found myself crumpled in the parking lot with fire in my foot I was thinking pretty hard about how I could serve the people on my team. I didn’t consciously think, “I need to prove I’m worth having,” but looking back I realize that I felt this deep down. So I invited one friend over to take a walk with me and I would make her lunch. Honestly I wanted to spend some time catching up with her. Our walk lasted mere minutes and then for the next two days she was helping me all over the place; ice for my ankle, rides to a meeting and to the doctor, crutches to get around on, delivering movies for me to watch while I sat in my bed.
Okay, okay, I get it, I’m resting… Continue reading “This I Know”
In class we’re watching this video by Eric Foley about “transformational giving” vs. “transactional giving”.
I don’t know that I want to talk a lot about the video right now but I was really struck by a particular story the speaker highlighted.
So here is the story he highlights… it’s in 1 Kings 17:7-24.
God takes care of Elijah in the strangest ways. Just before the story I’m focusing on here, God provides food for Elijah with some Ravens! (This happens again with an angel in chapter 19 when Elijah gets depressed.)
Then God sends him to this “donor”… this person who will take care of his need for food (since there is a drought in the area).
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The donor? A widow. A woman with a son and no husband. When Elijah asks her for a piece of bread she says that not only does she not have any bread, she is about to go home and make one last meal for her and her son with the very last of their food- and then they will die because it is the last of what they have in all the world to eat…. Continue reading “The Generosity of Ravens”
On Sunday I headed out with my good
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friend for a short back country camping trip. We left in the afternoon and headed up Highway 20 toward the North Cascade Mountains
. The weather was incredible!
It took us about 4 hours to get up to Harts Pass and since the hike we wanted to hike would take possibly another 4 hours, we decided to camp there for the night at The Meadows campground.
all along the way were amazing and constantly changing. On the East side of the mountains near Winthrop, the colors are a palate of sage green and lavender… creamy yellow and a muted orange/brown.
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At Harts Pass there are a lot of burned trees- white and black toothpicks which were maybe used to poke all those bright holes in the night sky. Also, GREEN, really green with dots of purple, bright yellow and white flowers.
We were visited in the night by some large beasty thing. We did not see it, but heard its heavy footfalls in the gravel around our tents. I’ll be honest- I was scared. I think it was only a large dear or elk but in the dark I have a vivid imagination and to my ears it sounded more like some alien creature looking for freckles on which to feast.
Nevertheless we awoke uneaten early the next morning. After breakfast and reconfiguring our packs, we headed up again… further up and further in…. Continue reading “Treading on the Heights”
Here we are in Idaho after a long adventure.
My sister Jill has a big ol’ RV which we rocked out in, flying down the sunny highway between Seattle and Spokane – 80’s style. Jill’s music mix featured AC/DC, Billy Squire, Rush, Fleetwood Mac and much more music from our childhoods. While the kids entertained themselves with technology and games, we sung along loud and tuneless and felt the bonds of always knowing each other blasting at us through the speakers of Jill’s ’92 Flair.
Those hours were good… those hours of rolling down the road in a rocking living room – but our carefree moments were interrupted by a sudden THUMP…. BUMP…. Continue reading “Tale of a Tire”
I have been hearing a lot lately about “The Woman at the Well”.
This is a story about Jesus and a Samaritan woman found in John chapter 4. The messages that I’ve heard recently point out various interesting points and thoughts about what is said in the story but I realize as I read it myself that I am not a great scholar. I read my notes and am moved but then cannot remember how it is connected with the words in the story. So as much as I want to share with you the profound things I heard, I think the only thing I can share with you is what I read for myself in this story…. Continue reading “Talking to Strangers”
What a week. Really.
I’m not sure how to tell the story. Where to start or what to share.
It’s not like I chase drama. Generally I like to be Just Fine. So it was probably not a good idea to go into Monday with so little sleep. Why didn’t I sleep? I don’t know. But I didn’t sleep and then I set out to run errands. After wandering, confused around Costco for a while (remember I’m tired) I get in my car to discover that it. won’t. start.
Wait. What? Try again. Won’t. Start.
Also? I smell a lot of gas…. Continue reading “Set Yourself on Fire”
Yesterday I had a nice time hanging out with my dad and my brother, Shawn.
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Dad looked at my car and diagnosed a bad wheel bearing (left front) and a bent tire (right front)…. Continue reading “2 Tall Men and 3 Red Cows”
Here’s a word I learned recently. Supinate. It’s how I walk. Yes, I once even said… it’s how I roll (cue groans).
Supination ( if this is a word) is when you put the weight on the outsides of your feet when you walk. This leads to sprained ankles in folks of all ages and denominations. Including myself. A 33 yr old… uhh.. Baptist? Methodist?
Anyway, here’s how the story goes. Last December I sprained my ankle doing the very tricky trick of stepping off of the porch into the grass. Bam. Or, crack, rather. Crack. Sprained ankle. Did I go to the doctor? No. Did I have have health insurance? Well I did for a few weeks, now that I think back, but all of that was complicated and confusing back in December…. Continue reading “My Ankle, My Nemesis”