Monday, August 7

Try vs. Experiment--Differing Perspectives (#fmf)

I've been mulling over the word 'try', this week's FMF word. Try is a word that has been grating on my nerves lately because try carries many meanings. Lately, it seems like a cop-out word where we can say, "I'll try it and see if it works" all the while internalizing skepticism because we know failure is around the corner (experience has taught us that). Or sometimes, the word 'try' increases pressure because we've tried something many, many times and how many more times do we have to try before we know it's just not going to work? Sometimes trying flat-out doesn't get us where we want to go and sometimes trying leaves us stuck where we are because we don't know what we don't know.

Last summer, I got really sick of the word 'try'. I've spent all my life trying to be good enough for family, for friends, for church, for God, for everyone I came in contact with. It got extremely exhausting and I couldn't try anymore because I had nothing left physically, emotionally, and spiritually to give to anyone. Something had to change before I burned out beyond the point of no return. When I talked to church people about it, I was told to try reading the Bible more, try praying more, try giving more, try serving more, try to do more...more, more, more...and still nothing was changing no matter how hard I tried.

I was tired of being stuck and needed help getting unstuck because as the big 4-0 approaches, I didn't want to think about living the rest of my life burned out, always trying, and still never having the life I wanted. I wanted help reorienting my life and priorities with help that went beyond band-aid Christian answers. I didn't have it in me to try anything else. I couldn't fail at anything else nor did I want the pressure of trying anything else only to prove that failure. But key women in my life kept encouraging me to give God, new thought patterns, self care, and healthy choices for my mind, body, and soul a try. It wasn't about just trying something for one area of my life, but trying for wholeness in every area of my life. That's a tall order--that's life change!

Heaviness, discouragement, and pressure settled in every time I ended a conversation with a mentor especially if I told her "I'll try [whatever she suggested]." I also felt immature, childish, and like I shouldn't be struggling with trying these things. But I knew if I failed, I would give up on specific things and people and even God. And because I didn't want to lose those people, things, and God, I had to get serious about finding something that will work for me that might light the fire and fuel the change I needed. And that is when when I started making an intentional shift from "try" to "experiment".

When we experiment with something, we don't have a specific and set idea of how something will turn out which means grand expectations and unattainable results aren't our starting point and focus. Perfection doesn't exist with experimenting because we don't yet know what perfection means in light of the end result. We have a completely blank slate and a willingness for something to happen. We're not sure what the end result will be, but it's ok because we are just experimenting anyway.

With an experiment, we are allowed to make a mess, color outside the lines, try new things, throw things together or take things apart because we don't have guaranteed expectations for the results. We have hopes and guesses, but they aren't set-in-stone results. We have the freedom to simply be and simply do and let whatever happens, happen. When we experiment, we let go of how things should be and we open ourselves up to the process and to the learning, observing, and creating. Experimenting frees us from the box. It also frees others from the box, and it frees God from the box. Everything that we think is "supposed" to be, just might not be. And that gives us the freedom to ask, "What then?" leaving us to build on the result by experimenting further with the result.

When I made the shift and started experimenting with self-care (like saying "no" to people, not filling up every day on my calendar with activities, taking time read a book, doing restorative activities), I started realizing just how much I neglected myself and my family for the sake of church and God's people. God never once asked us to run ourselves ragged for Him. Instead, He constantly calls us into a time of rest and renewal and Christ gives us a clear example of that. When we sample that true, healing, life-giving rest, we begin to fight for it to happen in our lives because we know how refreshing and vital it is to our well-being.

When I started experimenting with tapping into the Holy Spirit and realizing that He's waaaay more than a centerpiece that we acquire upon salvation, my prayers started to change because His power and direction became something real. The Spirit started becoming this living presence in my life, not something that is "too charismatic" to talk or think about, not something I have to keep proving I'm good enough to have, and not something dependent upon church service and performance.

When I started experimenting with the idea that there might be more to life than constantly getting stuck in the same place every couple years, I started discovering a new way to live that is whole, freeing, and different than anything I've ever experienced. But this experimenting requires letting go of everything I have ever known and it dares me to take a different step. One step leads to another and to another, and over time, a new path is forged. Sometimes the steps are long and arduous, and I don't know if I can take one more step. But that's when I experiment "just one more time" by seeking God, reaching out for support, and having the gumption to simply take that next step. And each time, I'm pleasantly surprised to see that God is still there unloosening one more chain, transforming one more thought, and setting my feet on the right path.

Experimenting over trying allows me to walk in freedom--it's messy, it's imperfect, and it goes against tradition, logic, and predictability. And the beauty of experimenting is that when I fall down, I can get back up because I'm free to try again. And each time I fall and get back up, I'm building the endurance needed to keep moving forward.

Experimenting is not about success or failure or pushing ourselves to prove we can do it or that we are enough...it's about letting go, giving up our preconceived ideas, and taking risks in order to try things we haven't tried before and seeing a different result. And somewhere along the line, all the experimenting turns into desired living because we've learned in the process who we are, whose we are, and where we are headed.
"Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us." Romans 5:1-5 (ESV)
Five Minute Friday (#FMFparty) gives writers a word prompt. We are encouraged to write whatever comes to mind about that word in just five minutes (although, I usually go longer bcs FMF helps fuel that spark in me to write).  No editing, no perfection, only writing from the heart.  To find out more, visit http://fiveminutefriday.com/.  This week's word is "TRY".

Sunday, July 23

Lessons From a Forced Facebook Break

On May 31, my Facebook account was disabled by FB for suspicious activity. I went through the appeals process thinking I'd have my account back in 48 hours, but no way! It took weeks of appeals and SEVEN weeks later, my account was enabled! The whole thing was crazy and out of my control! 

For as big as FB is, they could've easily reinstated my account! After a month of being disabled, it became obvious that this might not be a coincidence!! God knew I needed time to remember and reflect--to remember what life is all about when I'm not unconsciously numbing out scrolling through my news feed and liking posts and to reflect on what it means to live in the moment without distractions. 

So my observations after having FB back for less than 24 hours after having it disabled for 7 weeks: 

Being away from FB was wonderful! Soooo much got done. I suddenly had a lot of time to get together w/friends. Life was more fulfilling. I learned how to talk to God! And it took 2 weeks before I quit thinking like a status update! I had no idea how much time I spent on FB until I couldn't and nothing would work to get it back! 

My friends would tell me I'm not missing anything on FB and I felt like I was missing the world. But after looking at all the statuses, I wasn't missing much! FB is the same today as it was 7 weeks ago! It's more fun to get a text or a call or to see someone and stay in touch that way! 

It was telling as I went through my FB friends list and had to think twice about who someone was or to be like, "Oh, yeah! I forgot about this person!" It really opened my eyes to how rewarding and fulfilling relationships are in person and the value of building relationships apart from technology! 

I really enjoyed the anonymity of life...of just living and not posting everything! It's been years since I've had that. Those who really wanted to know what was going on texted, called, emailed or found us on other social media sites (Instagram and Twitter are much less time consuming than FB). There is something about sharing life in real life and I'm not ready to let that go! 

I don't want my relationships to settle back down into Facebook format. I don't want the mental drain of FB when I could be out doing something with my family or engaging in something productive or doing something that promotes self-care or cleaning my house (we've gotten rid of over 35 bags of stuff since May 31st because I've had time and energy to declutter instead of thumb through FB and have the night pass before I realized I didn't get anything done). I want to keep reading and learning through books and magazines and enjoy the richness of new discoveries and adventures that I didn't have the energy to have because I was using Facebook to escape the realities of my life. Relationships were mended. Problems were solved. Progress toward goals was being made. There was forward movement in every area of my life without Facebook being a part of it. There was room in my life for others and for God so much so that God was leading and empowering each step forward! 

So I'm at a crossroads today. As much as I have long-distance friends I want to stay in touch with and to have quick access to local weather as well as stay in touch with food allergy groups and local homeschool groups and our church on FB, is it worth keeping my Facebook account (especially when we can keep in touch in other ways)?! If life was so much better without it, why would I go back to it? I don't want to trade this new life of freedom and forward movement to risk getting sucked back to into mindless technology that doesn't offer the same vibrancy, depth, and richness that intentional living creates! Sure, I could keep my account and use it in moderation, but it's like giving Satan a keyhole to worm his way in to distract me from the life God has been bringing into existence for me and my family. 


I've been learning the past 7 weeks that different choices have to be made in order to have a different life. It requires courage and sacrifice and self-denial in unimaginable ways. Walking in the "different way" leads me to God and to freedom and to beautiful relationships but the work and consistent choices to walk in that way is the hardest thing I've ever done. Hardest but most rewarding...why would I choose to let anything get back in the way of that?! 

Friday, July 21

Queen of Quotes (#fmf)

“Just a minute! I ran across a neat quote that kind of applies to this!” or “Whoa! I’ve got to write that one down!” These words are forever coming out of my mouth during conversations or small groups/Bible studies or any time I read or hear a great quote or thought! I’ve always had a fascination for quotes because quotes have a concise way of delivering powerful truth. It’s been said that "a fine quotation is a diamond in the hand of a man of wit and a pebble in the hand of a fool." (Joseph Roux)

Quotes are memorable, relevant, and timeless! Quotes can be anything from something silly to something so serious that can alter the course of a person’s life. Quotes can remind us of our purpose and be a quick shot in the arm. And quotes can challenge our way of thinking in such a way to point out the absurdity of our thoughts and redirect us back to truth.

When I saw that this week’s FMF word is collect, I had to smile. I’ve had so many collections over my lifetime from plastic charms for the plastic chain necklace (think late 1980s) to foreign coins to pet rocks (that I painted and glued eyes on myself) to porcelain dolls to flute music to books (that is one collection that keeps growing over the years), but collecting quotes is something I’ve done for a lifetime!

About 10 years ago, I started the below journal and wrote down quotes that jumped out at me from books to conversations to sermons on every page. There’s something special about pulling out my quote book when I’m struggling with life and read the quotes that have so often encouraged me and pointed me back to God.


These are 2 of my favorite quote books. I had to laugh at my Forbes quote book because pieces of toilet paper flopped out of it as makeshift bookmarks! It reminded me of my early motherhood days when I escaped into the bathroom with this book to read something “scholarly” because it felt like my adult mind was being lost in feedings, diapers, and fabric one-word books!



I have running pages of quotes in my Notes app on my iPhone as well as screenshots of quotes that jumped out at me while on social media that I want to transfer to my quote book or to share with a friend who needs encouragement.



And I usually carry an old-fashioned pen and paper notebook in my purse to jot down quotes that are relevant to where I’m at today! This mini-notebook gives me something to read while waiting in lines, in the car, or the waiting room and helps me remember who I want to be and why!


There is just something simple and beautiful about collecting quotes! "She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells." Dean Koontz

Five Minute Friday (#FMFparty) gives writers a word prompt. We are encouraged to write whatever comes to mind about that word in just five minutes (although, I usually go longer bcs FMF helps fuel that spark in me to write).  No editing, no perfection, only writing from the heart.  To find out more, visit http://fiveminutefriday.com/.  This week's word is "COLLECT."