Monday, May 16, 2011

Creating Empty Space




Elusive Balance

“Balance is beautiful.”
- Miyoko Ohno, Japanese bridge designer-



Working mothers have a tough time achieving balance between work, family, fitness not to mention the filling of our spiritual and emotional well being cups. At least this here mother does!
My struggle has and probably always will be in CREATING EMPTY SPACE.

I've managed to carve cathartic all too fleeting moments out of my week to reflect and write, a once (not often enough) a month massage, even time to cook on my one "leisurely" day off.
I make time for my family, and loved ones, but I tend to neglect myself. Why?
I become derailed from the track I attempt to set out on.
We are not born with balance.
Babies can't balance well enough to sit up, let alone walk. Their emotions vacillate wildly. A baby can be crying loudly one minute, laughing the next, and fast asleep a few minutes later. How do we ever get these emotional swings under control?
Identifying barriers to balanced living can well, in itself throw me off kilter.



“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.”
- Albert Einstein-

Even a year ago I would have added an "Amen Albert" to the end of that quote but...
my axis has shifted.
I don't pretend to have the answers. What I do have is a tenacious spirit. My Daddy gave me that.
A curiosity and drive to fill my purpose but a new found passion to sit at His feet quietly and listen.
To breathe, unstirring, hushed...quiet.
For me, being centered in the Savior centers my earthly plane to more of a degree than any self help book, article, website or reality talk show EVER could.
With my GPS set on Him I find I don't attempt to carry the world quite as much. Oh I set my spiritual balancing scales down from time to time but I'm finding the span of time between takes to be shorter.

As I wrote about IN THE UNEXPECTED

There is a moment. A moment after the final lilting note. A pause as the note fades and lingers into almost silence, then applause. It's in THAT moment, in the quiet, that I find so much delicacy so much potency and blessing.
As in the best decorated room an imagination can conjure up, draw your eye to the EMPTY SPACES because it's there where I believe the real harmony lies. Thank you Lord for helping me to look towards You and capturing a rhythm that no earthly metronome could contain!

#88- 100
Clarity

Peace

Breath

Simple

Windy days

Waking up to birds singing

Inviting friends in

Laughing...at myself...at life...and yes sometimes at others

Getting caught up in ridiculous youtube videos

My children

A great husband

Oh nooooo the discovery of Lay's kettle cooked CREAMY MEDITERRANEAN HERB CHIPS!!!!

The blessing and promises a new week holds

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Tuesday's Quote







“Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young. The greatest thing in life is to keep your mind young.”
- Henry Ford

“We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”
- George Bernard Shaw

“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”
- Mark Twain

“No one is so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.”
- Henry David Thoreau


Monday, May 9, 2011

Igniting the boundaries

holy experience
 
 

I love to read for many reasons.
It's an escape, provides mental adventure that ignites the boundaries of my imagination, challenges me, pushes me to think outside the box of conventional wisdom, provides me great laughter and sometimes a heart stirring soul aching groan.

It also helps calm my spirit when I have to fly because...well I've never quite been a fan of hurtling 50k ft over the earth in an aluminum bullet at 500 mph .

I can be a princess, set sail on the 7 seas, be a pirate, a secret agent, have superpowers, realize I'm not alone in my struggles, draw closer to my Lord, find better strategies to parent my children, discover tips on enriching my marriage and so on and so on.
There is no way I can mention every book I've ever read in this list but these are the ones that stick out to me. The ones that when I look at the cover I have an emotional connection with.

#76

Redeeming Love is a story inspired by the book of Hosea found in the Bible. Set in California in the year 1850, the story is about a young girl, Sarah, who was rejected by her father and left alone by her beloved mother. At a tender age, Sarah is sold to a brothel. There she is raised and used as a prostitute. The loving little girl that Sarah was is transformed into an angry young woman, Angel, embittered by a life of constant hurt and betrayal. With every man that enters her room, Angel feeds the hate and bitterness until it threatens to destroy her. Every desperate attempt to change her life is met with utter failure.
I relate to her battle with self hatred and the war within to accept Christs unconditional love.

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#77
I love Charlotte!

Charlotte’s Web opens the door to a magical world, which a young girl named Fern finds herself a part of. Fern spends her free time with Wilbur the pig whom she loves and the other barn animals who play a large part in the life of Wilbur. Charlotte A. Cavatica, the large grey spider, befriends Wilbur and helps him deal with the shocking news that his life will end as bacon on someone’s plate. Charlotte goes as far as coming up with an interesting plan that only this spider could carry out with the help of Templeton the rat (who never does anything unless there is something in it for himself) to help Wilbur escape death. This was one of the first books I remember reading and it's ending still brings me to tears and reminds me of the verse

#78
A life changing Love
One of the best books I've read in the past five years. A compelling story about two men: Ron and Denver, the unlikely friendship formed between them, and God's redemptive story weaved throughout their shared lives. While it is a tale of deep pain and difficult circumstances, what is beautiful about the book is the element of nearly-unbelievable redemption. An entirely nonfictional book that calls us to evaluate our life in light of the greatest love and compassion.

#79
Taking captive our thoughts
The fight for the mind. 
It truly is a battlefield!!! I've struggled my entire life with TAKING MY THOUGHTS CAPTIVE!
This book teaches how to renew our mind through the Word and stand victoriously at battle's end. Satan whispers in our ear and we begin to process that thought. What happens to us then? How do we process that thought? Do we dwell on it? Do we dismiss it? Or do we battle it. The Bible tells us that Satan is out to kill, steal and destroy everyone. If he can plant a distraction to occupy our mind then he somehow wins. But if we fill our mind with Scriptures and learn to speak those scriptures, we can defeat Satan and even deter him for bothering us!


#80

Beth Moore can do no wrong for me with her writings.  This study of selected passages from the Book of Isaiah, draws several parallels between the captive Israelites and today's Christians, in order to show how to make freedom in Christ a daily reality.
In my lifelong pursuit of freedom this book has become the basic black of my library wardrobe.

#81
Imagine your life without fear!
Fear seems to be in the driver’s seat these days. Finances are tumbling, rockets are launching, and seemingly solid institutions are teetering. The economy is failing...wars and rumors of war kind of stuff. It's tough for folks to know where to turn. Each sunrise seems to bring fresh reasons for fear.
I don't typically live my life in fear or make fear based decisions but fear has been an acquaintance on more than one occasion.
What If we could hover a fear magnet over our heart and extract every last shaving of dread, insecurity, and doubt, what would remain?

#82
C.S Lewis

I never considered taking on a set of books. While pregnant with my first child I was on strict bedrest. I had a miscarriage with our first and would do anything, even if it meant standing on my head for 9 mos to keep my baby safe.
I found profound escape through the wardrobe with  Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy Pevensie. The seven books constituting the Chronicles of Narnia tell how Aslan the Lion, son of the Emperor-beyond-the-Sea, sings Narnia into being from nothing and later saves it from evil by sacrificing himself and rising again. He spares nothing to make others good if they are open to change.
C.S. Lewis created a masterpiece of Christian Allegory of Christ’s Atonement and Resurrection.

#83

As a fairly new Christian and avid reader of fiction I could not set these down. I will preface this as I did with The Shack...Caveat lector. I found this series to be real page turners. There is an Evangelical fervor in these books that gets my blood pumping. Is it theologically on point, no but I find the Tribulation fascinating and to find the true story of the tribulation of course you must dig into the book of Revelation. It's fascinating. Dare I even say I believe we are  being ushered into that time presently and God is awakening His bride.

#84



Governance of God in all things. 
With almost every word I absorbed from the pages of this awe inspiring book I was brought back to that very thought....Governance of God in all things! 
I think think of how Corrie's sister Betsie was covered in lice in Ravensbruck. Later Corrie realizes that these very lice kept the guards at a far distance.
This autobiography of Corrie ten Boom's survival through the Nazi occupation of Holland in WWII left me in great reverence.  Her survival and tenacity to be the hands and feet of Jesus in the face of such travesty changed the coarse of my very life, my very view of this Great God I serve and His workings in the finite details of my life.
She made it her life's mission to give testimony to the fact that love and goodness can prevail in even the darkest hell. 
I'm in awe and inspired by her faithfulness.

#85

I've read that The Shack has been received among Christians with decidedly mixed reviews. While many have acclaimed it as a groundbreaking story that brings to life heart-stirring theology, others insist that some of what it teaches is patently unbiblical.
Mark Driscoll of Mars Hill Church in Seattle: "If you haven't read The Shack, don't!"
Driscoll, whose multi-campus non-denominational church is packed with 6,000 people each weekend in the least-churched corner of the nation, says he is "horrified" by Young's book. He says "it misrepresents God.

Is it heretical?
I read it strictly as a book of fiction. Not a book with any theological value. I did find that it stretched my minds eye view of the heavenlies and gave me a reminder of God's sacrifice on the cross not just for the lovely but for the people who make really awful choices and commit heinous acts if they turn to Him for forgiveness and confession.
It's not a book for the faint of heart. The book seeks to provide answers to the always timely question "Where is God in a world so filled with unspeakable pain?" It's a tale that revolves around Mack (Mackenzie) Philips.
Four years before the story begins, Mack's young daughter, Missy, was abducted during a family vacation. Though her body was never found, the police did find evidence in an abandoned shack to prove that she had been brutally murdered by a notorious serial killer who preyed on young girls....
As with any book, filter with with true Word of God and His Holy Spirit! Caveat lector

#86
Much afraid leaves the valley of fear and becomes a new creation!
A timeless allegory dramatizing the yearning of God’s children to be led to new heights of love, joy, and victory. We follow Much-Afraid on her spiritual journey as she overcomes many dangers and mounts at last to the High Places. There she gains a new name and is transformed by her union with the loving Shepherd.
The thing about this book is that it lays bare the deepest longings and fears of our hearts in following God--following Him when we can't see ahead of us, when we feel like we're going in circles, when we feel like He is not taking us where we want to go, and how following Him can mean laying down the deepest desires of our hearts just because God asks us to, and we know Him to be good and loving.

#87
I love Punchinello
I read this over and over to my children. They could not get enough of Punchinello. Frankly I couldn't either. Every single time I read the book I would get a knot in my throat. The kind you get when you are trying really hard not to cry. This story is not just for children. Not at all. I found healing between the covers. A healing word from the Lord that I, Robin, am special in His sight. Precious and loved exactly how I am.

You Are Special is heart warming tale in which Eli helps Punchinello understand how special he is, no matter what other Wemmicks may think. . It is about small wooden people called the Wemmicks who put golden star stickers and gray dot stickers on each other all day long. The golden star stickers go to the talented, well liked, smart, and beautiful Wemmicks. The gray dot stickers go to the chipped, scratched, and uncoordinated Wemmicks, and to those who cannot speak eloquently. A Wemmick, named Punchinello, is one who receives gray dots all day long and is very sad about it. It is affecting his self esteem and he believes that something is really wrong with him.
He meets Lucia, a Wemmick who is beautiful ...you are just going to have to read it   J


Friday, April 29, 2011

His and Hers; an epic but true tale

Funny Friday

HIS AND HER DIARY FOR THE SAME DAY



Her Diary:

Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner.
I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it.
Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much.

I asked him what was wrong;

He said, 'Nothing.'

I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset.

He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it.

On the way home, I told him that I loved him.

He smiled slightly, and kept driving.

I can't explain his behavior I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you, too.' When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else.
He fell asleep - I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else.

My life is a disaster.
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His Diary:

Boat wouldn't start, can't figure out why.




Thursday, April 28, 2011

Africa in black and white

1,000 Word Thursday











 


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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

My song

Wednesday's Word

"The Lord is my strength ... my song
~ Psalm 114:18~


Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Self healing plastic

Tuesday's Quotes

“Researches reported that they developed a "self-healing" plastic that repairs itself if cracked. The plastic will change the way airplanes are built and medicine is practiced. In a related story, Joan Rivers will never die.”

 
Tina Fey

Monday, April 25, 2011

Pausing for the roses

 
holy experience
 
Thankful
 

♥
Continuing on my "Thankful" expedition.
I've observed that people with a strong sense of gratitude, love and appreciation don't necessarily have more than others; they simply recognize and see more beauty in their lives.
Haven't you noticed that people who count their blessings are generally happier and healthier than those who don't?  If you ever feel as if anything in your life isn't "enough", try practicing an attitude of thankfulness. You might realize how good you have it after all.

Ann Voskamp got me started on this journey but it truly has taken on a life of itself.

It's not always easy. It has taken work at times but the fruit from this practice is immediate and continues to multiply with every new thing I find to be thankful for. I've unearthed a dance take shape each day in this search towards a contented heart...

Relax
It's hard to cultivate a sense of gratitude when you're angry, frustrated, or anxious. If these are issues that you struggle with, it's important to resolve them, as they're formidable barriers to thankfulness.

Live in the Moment  
If you're too busy dwelling on the past or thinking about the future, you won't be able to fully notice how fantastic things are right now.
Plus, thinking about the past and future opens the door to
comparison, which is the only way you can perceive something as not good enough.
What you have now is all that exists, and comparing that to something that doesn't exist anymore (or yet) is an easy way to foster dissatisfaction and torture yourself.
Like the old saying goes "Past is History, Future is a Mystery and Today is Gift and hence it is called the Present". Enjoy today, this moment and don't postpone your enjoyment.

Start with your senses
The most basic pleasures in life are usually accessible to us all the time, but they slip out of our consciousness because we get so used to them. Learn to notice the little things, and deliberately appreciate them.

  1. *Look around. Notice beautiful shapes, colors, and details. Notice things you normally take for granted, like sunlight reflecting off someones hair. Think of all the little things you'd miss if you were blind. It's often the most minute joys that are missed the most.
  2. *Pause and Smell the roses. And the food. And the air. Recognize the smells that make you feel good: a freshly cut lawn, the air right after it rains, a fresh pot of coffee.
  3. *Savor your food. Eat slowly. Don't just gobble and chug. Identify flavors. Appreciate how they intermingle. Take notes from wine enthusiasts; they know how to enjoy the subtlest of flavors.
  4. *Appreciate the sense of touch. How do leaves, blankets, lotions feel against your skin? How many times during the day do people touch you affectionately, and you barely notice?Listen to more than music.
  5. *Listen when you think it's quiet, and you'll discover it's not really all that quiet. You might hear the wind, leaves rustling, kids laughing.
Cherish any kind of lightheartedness in your life
Things like laughter, affection, and playfulness are fleeting. Once a relationship has degraded so that those things don't spontaneously occur anymore, it's very hard to get them back. You might know that from experience. So treat those moments with care (especially with kids, who are at the peak of lightheartedness). Don't be the person who takes life too seriously, who doesn't have time to have fun, or who has no sense of humor.

Keep a gratitude journal Or blog...
Challenge yourself to write down five new things every day that you're grateful for. It'll be easy in the beginning, but soon you'll discover that you have to increase your awareness to keep on.

#69-75
~ A week of pondering of a great sacrifice made for mankind
~ Injuries that don't turn out to be life threatening
~ Prayer time and a passover meal with a group of sweet people I barely know
~ The bad news of a loved one needing surgery only to find that we will have the best surgeon possible AND that we serve Jehova Rophi a God who heals.
~ Filling a room with notes and words that breathe life into my soul. Singing with friends and gathering with friends of old and family on a Great Easter day.
~ Pulling into my driveway only to find it full of carefully placed folding chairs in the the one ray of sun Oregon had to offer.
~ Unexpected family waiting eat, fellowship, Nerf wars and Easter egg hunts
~ A Friday night with a much missed friend



Friday, April 22, 2011

On the Friday we call "Good"




He took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows…he was pierced for our transgressions…crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed. We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to his own way; and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all. He was oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth…he was cut off from the land of the living; for the transgression of my people he was stricken
Isaiah 53:4-8



The Friday we call “Good,” the day upon which we commemorate the sufferings and death of Jesus on the cross seem to drive this point home to us. This Friday brings us not to the God of our desiring, a sweet and nice God, but to a God perhaps we would rather not have.

I find myself rathering to jump ahead to Easter Sunday than sit here for hours pondering an event that seems to destroy our illusion of a God who seems nice and sweet all the time.

On Good Friday, we contemplate God not in light but in darkness, we contemplate God not in happiness but in suffering. On Good Friday we contemplate God not in his abiding presence but in his desolating absence. On Good Friday, we contemplate God not in his thunderous voice, but in his silence. On Good Friday, we contemplate God not in life, but in death.


On the Friday we call “Good”, Jesus himself came to know God not as light but as darkness, not as presence but as absence. He experienced God not as a “nice” and “sweet” deity, but a terrifying one. “My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?
Why? Why have you forsaken me? Why?”

On the Friday that is “Good”, Jesus came up against the silence of God, Jesus came up against the terrifying night that hid God. God is experienced not as heaven but as hell. When Christians recite the Apostles’ Creed as part of the worship, these terrifying words are said,
“He (that is, Jesus) descended to hell.”

Yet, even in the darkest moment of his life, even as he died searching for God, Jesus refused to give up his faith on God. In the midst of suffering, in pain, in confusion and chaos, in death and in hell, Jesus refused to believe that God had truly abandoned him. He refused to give up on God even if God seemed to have given up on him. He embraced the darkness, he embraced the night, believing that even in the midst of the awful things of life, even in the human experience of hell, God would never be absent even though he was silent.
In the midst of things he could not understand, he abandoned himself to the hands of the God who seemed to have abandoned him. In that hour, he refused to believe that God had stopped loving him, and so he willingly placed himself in the hands of the silent and hidden God. Jesus quoted the prayer of Psalm 31:
“Into your hands I commend my spirit.

But he added one word to the prayer, and the word was “Father.” Or more accurately in contemporary popular language, “dad.” Abba, Pater, Father. Dad. Even in his darkness, for him God remained his loving Father. Jesus refused to believe that God ceased to be a loving “Father” to him.
And indeed, Jesus was right. God did not disappoint him, for Easter shows us that God was in the darkness of Good Friday, that God was really present in the seeming emptiness loneliness and abandonment of Good Friday. And that from out of evil and death, God brought forth goodness, salvation and life…
But it is scary for us to let ourselves submit to the darkness of God. It is hard for us to trust in God who is hidden and silent. It is difficult for us to abandon ourselves to God in the night of faith.
Yet, what Holy Week teaches us is that we could reach the brightness of Easter Morning only if we walk through the darkness of Good Friday.

To hear the joyous noise of the Easter Alleluias, we must first endure the silence of God’s desert. The days from Good Friday to Easter teach us that the path to certainty of God’s love for us is through abandonment of our selves to him in the uncertainty of the dark night of faith.

Whenever we struggle with the dark moments of life, whenever we grapple with God’s silence in our lives, let us abandon ourselves to him, and say, “As I wait to behold your appearing in my life, O hidden God, as I wait to hear your voice, O God of silence, I embrace this night as holy, this darkness as a blessing waiting to unfold. I trust that you are here in this terrifying silence, and so, “Father, into your hands, I commend my spirit.

~Reverend Noel E. Bordador~