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The Longest Temporary.

I’m trying something new today! A friend, who is an amazing writer and blogger at Poets And Saints, encouraged me to try Five Minute Friday where you write for 5 minutes about a topic that is given to you and then you link up with other bloggers who did the same. Each Friday there is a new word given as a theme. I thought I’d give it a try! 

Today’s word was: Long. Here’s what I came up with…

(By the way, I wrote for five minutes and then went back and added the pictures and exact Scripture reference. I tried not to edit much because you’re not supposed to overthink it! Okay, maybe I did fiddle with a few sentences, but the main post was done in 5 minutes. This was harder than I was expecting it to be!) 

Five Minute Friday: Long

The Longest Temporary

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It was like a punch in the gut. My head could not even comprehend it. Three years of chemotherapy? My toddler will be “on chemo” from the age of two to the age of five?

This can not be my life.

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It took us time to process what our future held… and what dreams we’d have to let go of.

I sat with swollen eyes and read the one thing that calmed my soul. The Bible.

2 Cor 4:16-18 says:

Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.  For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

Light and momentary? Are you serious?!

Three years of watching my baby boy receive a toxic poison in his blood was not light. And it most certainly did not feel momentary.

But those words washed over me like a balm. They comforted me in a way I can not describe. And though we are now far on the other side of that three awful years, those word comfort me still.

What is seen is temporary.

Temporary is shorter than forever.

It doesn’t always feel that way when you’re looking forward–when the road ahead stretches longer than you can see.

But God’s perfect grace reaches down into the pain of this temporary world.

And though our suffering feels long, His mighty arm reaches longer still.

 

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How Do You Teach Your Kids About The Bible?

Pastors’ kids. You know the ones.

Stereotypically, they come in one of two forms. Either they’re sporting black finger nail polish, tattoos, and piercings making them look as holey as Swiss cheese, or they’re the other kind of holy. Perfect little angels who have the New Testament memorized and have a rainbow-colored collection of WWJD bracelets.

I’m neither.

Thankfully.

However, I AM a pastor’s kid. But I’m not a kid anymore. I’m grown up, married and have three kids of my own.

But the stereotypes never seem to go away. And since I don’t wear black finger nail polish and my only piercings are in my ears, people think I grew up speaking Hebrew at age 4, baptizing Barbie and Ken in the sink, and playing Beatitude BINGO at birthday parties.

I hate to burst your bubble, but I am fairly normal. In fact, I grew up like most any kid. I played hide and seek, needed help with my math homework, and competed in school sports. Now I help my kids with their math homework (if I can figure it out!), put meals on the table (why do they want to eat every day?!) do laundry, and shuttle people to sporting events and birthday parties.

We really are quite normal. See?

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Being born into a pastor’s family doesn’t come with automatic Bible knowledge; you just have to spend more time at church.

So how did my parents teach me about the Bible? 

I get asked this question a lot along with the follow-up question:

How do you and Kraig teach your children the Bible?

So I thought I’d take a minute on the blog today to share a few ideas. Please understand that these are simply suggestions. Scripture makes it clear that we should be teaching the next generation about God and His Word, but there is no perfect “formula” or mandated devotional book we must use. If anyone tries to tell you there is, they must not have been paying attention in church.

So look at these ideas and thoughts as you would a buffet.

Take what your family likes and what you think they’ll digest. And you can even add other ideas å la carte. The important thing is that God’s Word is being passed on to future generations.

Deuteronomy 6:4-9 reads:

Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.

I’ve always loved this passage (I can clearly remember being asked to memorize it the summer after 4th grade at Vacation Bible School by a teacher wearing a “priestly bath robe” and homemade Israeli headdress.)

Basically, this passage is encouraging the people of Israel to do two things.

1. Love God and keep His commandments.

2. Teach their children to do the same.

It’s pretty simple, really.

According to this passage, the instructions for teaching your children are to make loving God and talking about Him a natural part of your lives.

Do you notice it doesn’t say you must have a “family devotional” time each night at 7:30?

Instead, it stresses that you talk about God and His commandments as you go about your life. It should be as natural to share about your faith with your kids as it is to share about their homework, their chores, or what they want for Christmas.

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Anybody can do it, even if you’re not a pastor’s kid.

Here are a few practical ideas.

“Talk about them when you sit at home…”

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Our family loves to talk at the dinner table. We often end up laughing with (and sometimes at) each other. It’s a joy. Not every conversation is spiritual, by any means, but sometimes while we’re “sitting at home” we can use a teachable moment. If a child is struggling in a relationship at school, we may ask them what they think God would want them to do in that situation. If they’re not sure, we’ll make a suggestion based on the Bible. As we pray for our meal and mention someone who is ill or in need, we’ll talk about what we could do as a family to help them and why we think the Bible says it’s important to care for others.

Growing up my parents often talked to me about the Bible while at home. My dad might say,

You know how you are having to make a hard choice with your friendships at school right now? Well, Daniel also had to make a hard choice when he was taken as a captive into Babylon. Daniel resolved to do what pleased God and then God blessed him for it. I hope you can resolve to do what you think God would have you do in this situation as well.”

It was a 15-second statement probably followed by, “Want to go down to the basement and play Ping-Pong?” but it became a natural thing for me to base my decisions on God’s Word.

“When you walk along the road…”

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I’ve told people that I believe some of my best Bible education did not happen in the classrooms of my Christian University, but instead in the middle seat of a white Toyota Previa minivan. Since our family preferred to drive down the road as opposed to walking as in the days of Deuteronomy, we used that car time to discuss many things. It wasn’t like we held official meetings or lessons, but we’d talk about God as we saw His beautiful creation out the window, or we’d play a game of Bible trivia where my parents would ask us questions and we’d make a game out of trying to shout out the answers.

The same is true today with my kids. We don’t do anything formal, but as we’re going along the road and pass an ambulance with its sirens blaring I’ll ask the kids if one of them would like to pray for the person who must be sick or hurt. We’ll pray aloud (I keep my eyes open while driving) and they each have taken turns lifting others up while heading down the highway.

“When you lie down…”

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What kid doesn’t suddenly want to talk when they’re being tucked into bed and Mom is flipping off the light? Bedtime can be a gold mine. I can remember talking to my Mom about all sorts of things when I was a little girl and she’d be tucking me in and sitting on the side of my bed. Those times are priceless and little hearts and ears can be tender as little eyes are getting heavy.

At our house, we do a Bible story every night before the kids go to bed.

But wait?!

I know what you’re thinking… I said earlier that the Bible does not mandate family devotions at 7:30 and yet that’s what we do. Am I a legalistic hypocrite?!

Let me explain.

The Bible does not mandate any particular method for teaching your children. BUT, it does indicate that it should be a natural part of your daily life. SO, it seems wise to put some habits in place for your family to help you get into a routine and practice of passing on God’s Word. It doesn’t matter what these routines look like or what time you do them.  You need to choose what works best for YOUR FAMILY.

We’ve chosen bedtime because it works for us. Here’s how we do the Bible story each evening.

We sit in the family room with the kids sprawled out on the floor or snuggled in one of our laps. My husband will read a Bible story out of a Children’s Bible and then we’ll ask the kids one or two questions about what we’ve just read to make sure they understood and were paying attention (they’re not perfect, sometimes they have no clue! Other times they surprise us by saying something profound.) Then we’ll read a Bible verse (our Children’s Bible provides a verse a week), and we’ll have the kids repeat it after us and try to memorize it by the end of the seven days. We add silly hand motions to help with memorization.

We started doing this about 8 years ago and we’ve now read through the entire Children’s Bible about 8 times. The book we use is called Every Day with God by Zondervan Press, but like I said, find one that fits your family! There are many great resources out there!

We also try to mix things up seasonally, so for Christmas time we’ll read the Christmas story each night instead (one year our kids memorized the entire chapter of Luke 2 – I’m not saying that to brag, but to remind you that many kids are amazing at memorization if challenged. They can do it and you’ll find yourself memorizing right along with them!) In the summer we’ll take a few weeks and try to memorize the Fruit of the Spirit and then we’ll ask the kids to give us an example of what it looks like to have “Love” or “Peace.”

And, I love that some of the last thoughts our kids have each night are focused on God and His Word.

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Oh, and sometimes we skip the Bible story at night. GASP! If it’s been a long day or we’re traveling we are ok with just putting the kids to bed without reading the Children’s Bible. We make sure that skipping it is the exception instead of the rule, but we don’t want to become legalistic about it. We want our kids to know that God is big on grace and He understands our weaknesses.

And incidentally, we’ve never been struck by lighting or hit with a plague of gnats when we skipped the Bible story.(We have found some large spiders in our basement, but I’m pretty sure they’re unrelated.)

“When you get up…”

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The other day my son astutely observed, “Mom, you’re not a morning person, are you?” No son, I’m not. So maybe I’m not the best one to be telling you about impressing God’s commandment on your children as you get up. I’m happy just to get some breakfast in them before the bus comes. But I think the point with this one is that each day as you get up, loving God and teaching your kids His commandments should be something you do automatically –like brushing your teeth.

“Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates…”

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The Hebrew people actually did these things. They would literally tie Scripture to their foreheads and write it on their doorframes. I’m pretty sure my kids would balk at the idea of tying a Bible verse to their hairline, so again, I look at the principle of this point. What can we put in place in our family’s lives that reminds them about God and His Word?

We have Bible verses in frames and on walls that my kids can’t help but see as they walk though our home. Maybe they’re “accidently” memorizing these verses, and maybe someday when they’re struggling, they’ll call one of them to mind.

I can remember seeing my parents’ Bibles when I was a child and seeing where they’d highlighted and written in the margins. I figured it must be important to them. My kids now see us doing the same. Maybe now we read Scripture on our iPhone, but we want them to see us reading God’s Word and model for them what we feel is so vital.

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There are so many methods and philosophies for teaching your children about God and His Word. I’m thankful that God has given us each unique personalities and unique children and that we have freedom to choose what works best for each of us.

Like I said, I’m pretty normal. Even growing up in a pastor’s home I’ve found that the best way to learn and teach God’s Word is just by living it. It doesn’t have to be fancy.

And thankfully you don’t even have to wear black nail polish or WWJD bracelets.


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Thoughts on Cancer and Magic Johnson

I’m not a Magic Johnson fan, but that doesn’t really matter. I am, however, a huge fan of biographies. You can put a book or documentary about almost anyone in front of me and I’m hooked. I love to learn about people’s stories. Therefore, when a documentary about Magic Johnson was on our television one evening this summer I curled up in my chair with my popcorn and watched.

I’m not here to tell you about basketball or the Lakers or any of that. Sure, there were great games and amazing statistics but it was actually something Johnson said near the end of the show that struck me.

The basketball legend was sharing about his journey with HIV. He was diagnosed at a time when many thought it would be a swift death sentence for both his basketball career and his very life. They were wrong. Johnson has lived with AIDS for 23 years and due to medical treatments he continues to lead a fairly normal life.

Johnson has been the face of HIV for almost a quarter of a century but he said that’s been both good and bad.

The good has been the level of awareness and education that many have received due to such a public figure being diagnosed.

The bad is that he’s alive and well.

The bad may seem good, and it most definitely is, but he was saying that in the fight to raise awareness and fund for HIV/AIDS many look to him and think, “He’s fine! He’s healthy! He’s had AIDS forever and still looks good. What’s the big deal?”

It’s a double-edged sword.

I can relate (though I’m quite certain this is the only way I can relate to Magic Johnson!)

k1 half kickOur son, Karson, was diagnosed with leukemia when he was just two years old. It was a possible death sentence for him. We didn’t know how his little body would respond to the treatment or if the cancer would take his life. However, we are SO thankful that Karson is not only alive, he’s healthy and thriving. He’s now almost 10 years old and has been done with his rigorous 3 ½ years of chemo for more than 4 years. The dark valley of that time is behind us.

If you look at Karson you’d never know he’d once been a bald, puffy, weak and very sick little toddler. You’d never know he went through years of chemotherapy, 22 spinal taps, 2 bone marrow biopsies, 3 years of steroids, and more blood transfusions and hospital stays than we can count. Instead, you see a tall and smiling 4th grader who pitched on his Little League team and just broke his arm being “all boy” while doing a cannonball off a swing in our backyard.

And when you see him as a leukemia survivor you may begin to think, “He’s fine! He’s healthy! He went through leukemia but look at him now. What’s the big deal?”

But it is a big deal.

Karson is alive and healthy. Karson is a leukemia survivor.

Not every story ends this way. Not everyone is healthy like Magic Johnson and Karson Cabe years after being diagnosed with life-threatening illnesses. We don’t know why we are so blessed to have this outcome when others deal with death and sorrow, but we are grateful beyond words.

And while on this mountaintop we don’t want to waste what we learned in the valley.

And that’s why we continue to share his story and many statistics and facts. Like:

 

  • Cancer is the #1 disease-related causes of death for children.
  • Every day, 42 children are diagnosed with cancer.
  • 12% of children diagnosed with cancer do not survive.
  • Children’s cancer affects all ethnic, gender and socio-economic groups.
  • The average age of children diagnosed is six.
  • More than 40,000 children undergo treatment for cancer each year.
  • 60% of children who survive cancer suffer late-effects, such as infertility, heart failure and secondary cancers.
  • There are approximately 375,000 adult survivors of children’s cancer in the United States.

 

I can’t speak for Magic Johnson, nor do I wish to, but I hope that his success story and Karson’s will champion the cause for those who are sick with these awful diseases.

If nothing else, it sure makes for a great documentary.

 

 

 


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Safety Pin Surgeon

My daughter had been watching me and was disappointed in my reaction. She had been hoping to witness a little drama and excitement… and possibly tears. But there were no tears involved. Instead I was quite stoic and the emotions of my face were of self-pride and relief. I had just performed a minor surgery on myself and had been successful.DSC_0624

The term “surgery” may be a little excessive. Maybe what I did was called a “procedure” when I dropped the safety pin into a pot of boiling water and then later pried it open to expose its cooled-off needle tip. I had taken that makeshift medical instrument and had dug it into the palm of my hand to free the splinter that had been wedged inside my skin for five days.

When the splinter was finally released from its fleshy prison I held it out on the tip of my finger and stared at it.

It was microscopic.

I could barely even see the tiny piece of rose bush that had been figuratively and literally a thorn in my flesh.

Five days earlier I had been trimming our rose bushes and the result had been better looking landscaping, but forearms that looked like I had been in a fight with a cat. And lost.

I knew I had gotten a few thorns stuck in my skin and I spent a minute or two extracting them. It wasn’t a big deal except for one stubborn thorn in my palm that just wouldn’t budge. I really didn’t give it much thought after a few attempts. I figured it would work its way out eventually and at least my rosebushes were free of its burden.

The days passed and I half-heartedly and periodically would try in vain to remove the little thorn. By day five I realized that my entire hand was beginning to hurt. I was having trouble grabbling onto things and since I’m right-handed I was constantly being reminded that it was painful to touch anything against my palm. The skin around the splinter was red and puffy and actually beginning to look infected.

It was time for this safety pin physician to heal thyself.

And so it had come to this post-op moment, my daughter walking away shrugging and bored and me holding a tiny thorn on my fingertip in the sunlight coming in from the kitchen window.

How could something so small have caused such pain?

The pus that oozed from my palm indicated that my body had been fighting this miniature enemy. It was a foreign object. It had not belonged in my skin and my body had rejected it.

I disposed of my surgical instrument and carefully washed my hands and squeezed some antibacterial goo onto my palm. A couple of Band-Aids were soon in place and I released myself to go back to all normal activity.

The tiny perpetrator was long gone and could do no more harm.

But I have other thorns.

They’re not literal, but they cause just as much pain, if not more. They stem not from a bush, but from fear. They cling to my flesh as worry and anxiety.

I hate what they do to me.

The worry often starts so small and I label it is “concern” or “wise discernment” rather than seeing it for what it truly is.

“This worry is microscopic,” I think to myself, “What harm could it cause me to carry it around for awhile?”

And then it festers.

I half-heartedly and periodically tell myself that I should stop worrying. I should let it go and trust God. I should pray about it and remember that the Bible says “Do not worry.” But often my attempts at removing it are in vain.

Finally, I come to a point where I must make a decision. Will I leave the thorn of worry in my flesh and allow the infection to win? Or will I put some water on the stove and bring it to a boil in preparation for some surgery?

Either way it hurts. That’s the nature of a thorn in one’s flesh. But when I take the time and make the effort to get rid of the worry—that nasty enemy to my soul, then the healing process begins. When the perpetrator is gone, it can do no more harm.

And I know my Father who watches over me will be pleased with my reaction, because I have replaced a thorn in my flesh with not a Band-Aid, but with trust in The Great Physician.


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My Heart Will Go On.

DSC_0452Author Elizabeth Stone is quoted as saying, “Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.”

I would like to add that seeing the Kindergarten-sized version on that heart get on the bus for the first time is just plain painful. At least it was for me.

I will never forget the emotions that welled up inside of me the moment I saw that big, yellow beast come bellowing toward my son. Ok, maybe it wasn’t bellowing, but it was getting closer and closer. And when it stopped in front of us, with it’s little red stop sign flippantly waving hello, I thought I might be a goner.

How could my sweet little baby boy, the one who smelled like bath lotion and rice cereal, be walking up the bus steps? Did school really have to start today? Couldn’t we wait until after Christmas… or five or six more years? Is it really that important for our kids to know how to read and write and draw a triangle?

Alright, I guess it is important. And as I watched the wheels on the bus go ‘round and ‘round with my baby boy inside I tried to hold back the tears. My husband, who was going into work late that morning so that he could be there to watch this momentous occasion, shook his head and grinned at me as if knowing he’d dare not say his thoughts out loud. Mommy is fragile right now. Handle with care.

But low and behold, my baby boy made it through his first day of Kindergarten with flying colors. And what’s even more amazing is that I survived too!

I guess it’s just like Céline Dion says. Near, far, wherever you are… even if it’s off to your first day of a new season of life….my heart will go on!

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This is an “oldie” but I thought I’d share it again as a new school year begins and many moms are feeling emotional (whether it be sadness or joy!) about sending Kindergartners out the door.

I wrote this about sending Karson to his first day of Kindergarten and now he’s in 4th grade! This year I sent my second child to Kindergarten, and it was another emotional day for me! But I’m happy to report that I’m surviving just fine with only one child at home now. And though I miss my older two, I’m really excited to watch them grow up!

It’s a mixed bag of emotions for me… can anyone else relate?!


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8 Things My Dad Taught Me

DSC_0954It happened again just recently. A new friend was asking about my family and when she learned that my dad was the pastor at a local church she said, “Oh! You’re Denny’s daughter?!”

Yep. I’m Denny’s daughter. I’ve been known that way all of my life.

It used to get on my nerves to be known as “Denny’s Daughter” instead of just as Christy. I have an identity outside of being the pastor’s kid, you know. But, I have to admit that being called Denny’s Daughter has grown on me over the years. It’s a title I’m honored to carry.

I’ve learned a lot from having my dad as my pastor for more than three decades. What a blessing it has been to sit under his ministry. However, it’s been even more of a blessing to grow up sitting around his kitchen table. Sure, I’ve learned things in church, but I’ve learned even more while riding in a Toyota Previa mini-van and while playing video games as a family in the basement as a teenager.

I’ve been so fortunate to grow up with such a wise dad. He’s taught me many things. And so today, in honor of Father’s Day, I thought I’d sit down and list a few.

8 Things My Dad Taught Me

8. Trust Earns Freedom.

My Dad always told me that if he could trust me, then I could earn freedom to do what I wanted to do. For example, if I wanted to go places on my own after getting my driver’s license, then I could earn the right to do so in increasing measure. If I was told to only go to my friend’s house and then home again- I’d better follow the rules. If I did, then maybe next time I’d have the privilege to drive somewhere else as well. If I had a 10pm curfew and I respected the clock and got home on time, then I’d be given a later curfew in the future. It was pretty simple. If I could be trusted to follow directions, then I would be given more freedom over time. I always liked that, because I knew the opportunity for more freedom and privilege was possible and it made me desire to be responsible.

7. Get Your Head in the Game!

I have to admit (embarrassingly) that I can clearly remember my dad yelling this phrase to me during one of my middle school basketball games… and I had no idea what he meant! Get my head in the game? What on earth is he talking about? Of course now I understand that he was telling me to be mentally present on the court and to think about what I was doing. Where did I need to be? Where was the ball going to be next? How should I react to this play, that pass, that shot? I needed to be mentally present and not allowing my mind to be thinking about something else when I should be focused on the game at hand.

That advice has stuck with me long after my basketball career (and I use the term ‘basketball career’ very, very loosely!) I’ve often thought about hearing my dad yell “Get Your Head in the Game!” while working on various tasks throughout my life. Whether it be studying for a final in college, planning an event in my first job out of college, or having an important conversation with one of my children, I need to be mentally present and focused on the task at hand.

6. The Apple products don’t fall far from the tree.

We’ve always joked that my dad is so far on the cutting edge of technology that he’s bleeding. The man loves his technology and he LOVES Apple products. We were getting email in our house growing up (I can still hear that noisy old modem and the voice from AOL saying, “You’ve Got Mail!”) before most of society knew what email was. My dad talked me into buying an iPod before most bands had probably heard of iTunes. And, my dad gave me a laptop in college and encouraged me to carry it to class to take notes.

“Dad, that is so embarrassing!” I said. “Nobody else carries a computer to class!” But it turns out he was on to something there. It seems that now several (million) people have laptops and carry them with them on college campuses.

And Dad’s love for the Apple product has truly been passed on to me. What’s that other kind of computer called? Window something?

5. You are very special, but don’t think too highly of yourself.

Humility is a trait that I’ve always noticed in my dad. He’s not one to “toot his own horn” and I appreciate that about him. I remember being taught a lesson in humility from my dad when I was a freshman in High School. It’s a lesson I’ll never forget, and yet my dad didn’t even say a single word. He didn’t have to.

I was playing on the JV basketball team as a 9th grader, but one week the JV team didn’t have a game so I was bumped down to play with the Freshman Squad… at least “bumped down” was how I saw it. I was proud of the fact that I’d played JV and I was wrongfully quite full of myself during that freshman game. In fact, I’m embarrassed to tell you that during a time-out our coach called a huddle and I stood about 10 feet outside of the huddle thinking that I didn’t need to hear whatever it was that the coach had to say. (Ugh!) I remember tipping my head back to squirt my water bottle into my mouth and when I did my eyes drifting up into the bleachers. There sat my parents and my eyes locked with my dad’s eyes. Not a word was spoken verbally, but I could hear a paragraph’s worth of words coming from Dad’s eyes. That was all it took. I walked into the huddle and changed my attitude from that moment forward.

4. If the ship is sinking and there’s something we can do to help, we’re going to try to fix the problem… or we’re going down with the ship!

In the early years of my dad’s pastorate at our current church, the church building was tiny. As the church grew in membership it also needed to grow in size and so we experienced several building programs. I remember one time in particular that it had been announced that the new building and all of it’s sparkly new classrooms would be ready to open on a certain Sunday. The day before it was to open Dad got a phone call that things were almost ready, but there hadn’t been time to clean the carpets or new rooms and move in the furniture so we’d have to delay the opening for at least another week.

My dad told us to get in the van and off we went to spend a Saturday at the church. We vacuumed, cleaned, moved furniture and more to prepare the rooms, just in time, for church the next day. Dad told us that cleaning toilets was not below the senior pastor’s duty and if we could expend a little elbow grease to help the situation then we were going to do it. We were going to do something to help or go down trying. I’ve never forgotten that Saturday or the lesson I learned.

3. When in doubt, don’t.

I can remember my dad telling me that if I wasn’t sure about saying something or doing something, than I’d better not because it can never be taken back. I often take that into consideration before saying something I’m not 100% sure I should say. I think it’s saved me some heartache over the years and I’m grateful for that.

2. Don’t take yourself too seriously.

Life is going to be rough if you can’t learn to laugh at yourself. And laughter is one thing I’ve certainly done… both with and at my dad.

One time when I was in college our extended family rented a house on a large lake for week. We decided to also rent some wave runners. All of the potential wave runner drivers had to go attend a short “class” and watch an instructional video about how to operate the wave runner. The video stressed multiple times that there are no brakes on a wave runner. You must stop pulling the throttle and allow time for the wave runner to slow to a stop. I repeat, there are NO BRAKES on a wave runner.

Yeah, yeah. We signed the papers and rented that thing and off we went. Dad was driving and I was riding along behind him. We were flying through the water and we went into a channel where there were several homes with piers in the water. Did I mention that we were going really fast? Did I also mention that they had stressed to us that the wave runner has no brakes. Well, apparently Dad didn’t catch that part because he drove us way too close to one of the piers and when he tried to brake (um… yeah, you know.) we SLAMMED into one of the pier’s wooden ladders and that ladder exploded. After we shook the shock out of our heads we looked around to see hundreds of pieces of wood floating on the water and a huge gaping hole where the ladder once was. Ooops.

We still laugh about that today. And I am thankful that I am alive to tell you about it. Seriously Dad, you’ve got to pay attention during the safety class next time. (And to whoever’s pier we crashed into… we’re sorry about your ladder.)

1. My dad is not perfect, but he’s taught me about my Heavenly Father, who is.

As I’ve written about before in “One of My Worst Moments,” my dad had the wisdom and courage to teach me the most valuable lesson of all during the worst moment of his life. His wife, my mom, had just died suddenly at our kitchen table at the age of 34. As we stood around her body in a sterile hospital room, my dad reminded me that God was still in control and that He loved us and had a plan for us. If God is good during the worst moment imaginable, then He is good. I can trust my Heavenly Father, and I do, because of my earthly father’s wonderful example in that moment and throughout my life.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad! I love you!


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A Pain Around the Neck

DSC_0703Almost every Spring for the majority of our marriage my husband has hosted a fundraising banquet for his local ministry, the Fellowship of Christian Athletes. And, being the good wife that I am, I buy him a new tie every year for the event.

I know, I’m pretty sweet.

What’s more, I don’t just buy any tie, I buy him a tie that is color coordinated to match the keynote speaker for the event. For example, if we have a former Indianapolis Colts coach speaking I find a tie with a blue and white motif. If it’s a coach from Butler University, I go for “butler blue.” A Detroit Lion, you say? How about light blue and silver? How do I know what color each of these teams are, you wonder? That’s what Google is for, friends.

So anyway, I’ve been on a roll for years with these ties and quite pleased with myself and my husband’s neckline. But, as they say, pride goeth before the fashion blunder and this year proved that to be true.

This year we had a sports commentator as a speaker and this gave me such freedom in my choice of colors, since he’s not currently tied to one specific team, that I got a little carried away.

I decided to go with a pretty light green for the occasion.

I bought Kraig the tie and actually gave it to him for Christmas. This was fine, but since the banquet was not until April Kraig did not try it on until the day of the banquet when he stopped home to put his suit on and head up early to the venue.

Only I accidently bought him a kids’ tie.

Yep. When Kraig put the tie around his neck it only came down to about mid-chest.

The green was really a nice color on him though.

And so Kraig had to digress back to a tie from the 2010 banquet. I’m sorry to those of you who attended this year’s banquet and noticed we repeated a tie. We’ll try not to let it happen again.

I just needed to get that off my chest.

And Kraig’s.

 

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