in our place

* This is an excerpt from Oh My Soul: Encountering God in Honest, Unconventional (and Sometimes Messy) Prayer. You can find it on Amazon and everywhere books are sold.

in our place:learning to be strong and courageous right where we are (Copperlight Wood)

Every night for several days I sat down here at the computer and worked on a project – an important one, with a deadline that was not my own. Then one night when it was about half-finished, I sat down to work on it some more…and couldn’t find it.

I did what any of us might when missing a half-completed work in progress due in less than two weeks.

I panicked.

The right file was open, and I kept skimming all the documents, checking every row and column of titles, but it wasn’t there. I started to feel this growing alarm rise in my gut.

Oh, no. Did I delete it on accident? Did the cat walk across the keyboard and lose it? Did I inadvertently click and drag it to some obscure file that I never look at, never to be seen again? What have I done? This is awful..! I imagined myself re-writing it, asking for an extension, and using a sledgehammer on an innocent laptop.

And suddenly everything seemed to come back into focus, and it was right there. It was there all along. I just hadn’t recognized the new title I gave it the night before.

That same week my husband lost his wedding ring. It wasn’t catastrophic – it was just a cheap replacement after the original one had to be cut off several years ago when he broke his finger. Chamberlain, however, was very concerned.

“But Mom!” she wailed. “If he doesn’t wear his ring, peoples is gonna try to marry him!”

Yesterday morning she found the ring in the bathroom, by a stack of towels, saving us from impending hordes of “peoples” lined up and down our street trying to marry her daddy. He immediately rewarded her with a handful of chocolate chips.

But before that, we had one day without running water, another day when the alternator on the new vehicle went out, and another day when my beloved Sophie-cat had a seizure and we thought she was dying. Just in the last two weeks.

Sorry for the blogging hiatus. Life happens here.

I know it happens where you are, too: Emergency room visits, travel, family issues, a big move, broken bones, broken hearts, and storms (both weather and otherwise) that bring unexpected aftermath.

in our place:learning to be strong and courageous right where we are (Copperlight Wood)

For us, all of this came just a couple of months after ringing in the New Year with the flu, breaking a tooth, and rolling our truck off the highway in freezing rain.

Exciting times. February so far has been my favorite month this year, and that probably has something to do with the fact that it only had 28 days to misbehave itself. 

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But He is there, all along, in the moments of growing alarm, when I’m afraid of losing it. In the middle of the night sleeplessness, in the prayer, in the chaos of everyday holding more than it feels like 24 hours rightfully should, He’s right there telling us that there is nothing to fearHe’s right there, waiting for me to focus so I can recognize Him.

Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.

Deuteronomy 31:6, NIV

In current events, in the headlines, in our family, in our uncertainty – as we are pursuing Him, He is positioning us and the events around us into specific alignment and formation.

He has not misplaced us. He is preparing us.

in our place:learning to be strong and courageous right where we are (Copperlight Wood)

Every historical notable, every Biblical figure, every literary hero had a point when it felt like things were crashing down. When things were not working out, and going downhill fast. They felt like they’d blown it.

In literature it’s called climax, but in reality it has nothing to do with a literary formula. It is that people who lead quiet, conventional, cozy lives never changed history. No one writes books about people who lived in mediocre normalcy.

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.

Joshua 1:9 NIV

Fear is replaced with a determination – grim, if necessary – that we are here, in this time, for a strategic purpose. That purpose is to be met, not run from and feared. We must recognize it, even if it’s called a name that we had forgotten. Even if it takes us to a place we didn’t expect. He’s bringing things into focus to show us that He has been here all along.

Plow forward. Lean in, steady on.

He’s putting us in our place…and it’s a good one. It’s a position of influence, of strategy, and of impact.

We’re not lost. We’re not losing it. We are leading.

in our place:learning to be strong and courageous right where we are (Copperlight Wood)

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reload: quiet, determined focus for the overwhelmed mama (Copperlight Wood)

A child comes up to me, takes my hand, and brings me to the living room. She wants to show me what she’s been playing. This, by itself, isn’t remarkable.

What is remarkable is the child doing it.

It’s Reagan, and she’s showing her own imaginative play, all by herself — not just going along with someone else’s idea, but making up her own story. Not copying a familiar scenario, but coming up with something totally on her own.

We’ve never seen her do this before.

She points to a baby doll, wrapped in a messy blanket on the couch.

“Oh, mama. See baby…”

I look at the baby, and I look at her. “Oh, mama…oh, baby…baby ick at de puh ook mama!”

Nope, I had no idea what she said, either. We affectionately call our smallest three kids “the minions” and it’s mostly because of how Reagan speaks.

“Baby ick, mama! Baby seep on cowse, baby pook!” She vividly illustrates with a gagging sound, repeats the phrase, and then busts out laughing.

Ah. Baby asleep on couch, baby puke. Gotcha.

“Oh! Baby’s sick? Baby puked?”

Affirmative, enthusiastic nodding. “Oh, poor baby…” she says, totally grinning.

“Aww, should we pray for the baby?”

She raises her eyebrows in an are-you-serious kind of look. Still grinning, though.

“Dear Jesus — Reagan, put your hand on the baby — please heal Baby and help her sleep and not puke anymore.” She’s laughing outright now, as if it’s okay for her to pretend a doll is sick, but totally nuts for me to pretend to pray for it. 

Giggles burst out of her, overflowing, minion-style.

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That night I’m making dinner, and she’s still concerned about food, but not usually in the panicking, freaky-outy kind of way anymore — just a slightly anxious and very curious way. There’s still a quiz at almost every meal.

“Eskoose me, Mama? You make bockbock?”

“Nope, not popcorn…”

“You make soup?”

“Yep…”

“An den you make…biscuit?!”

“No biscuits tonight, sorry.”

But in my head I’m screaming, You said “and then!” You are thinking about a logical sequence of events, and grouping things together!

You know that soup usually goes with biscuits! Awesome!!!

This, the same week she took on sledding all by herself, hauling her sled across the ice and up the bunny hill, over and over again, and loving it.

Just stir the soup and keep it together, Mama. Sheesh.

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We fought fear often that she would never do these things. We still fight, really. Will our kids ever be able to do the things they are supposed to do? Will they ever stop doing the things they’re not supposed to do? Will we ever catch up, meet deadlines, achieve milestones, remember appointments, and slow down?

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At one am, praying in the shower, I’m totally exhausted, emptied, and discouraged after a day of herding uncooperative minions. It all intensifies into one question:

What do I do? 

The battle we fight looks different maybe, but we know what it is to be under fire, overwhelmed, and out of answers. You, me, the whole mess of us.

And He who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God.

Romans 8:27

Oh, God…what do I do?  My biggest concerns don’t even fit on my to-do list for tomorrow. The cease-fire ends in less than eight hours, and I’m running out of hot water. 

Who is to condemn? Christ Jesus is the one who died—more than that, who was raised—who is at the right hand of God, who indeed is interceding for us.

Romans 8:34 (ESV)

Trust Me, He says. You’ve never seen Me do this before.

He reminds me to lay low, refusing to be provoked, while the chaos drifts overhead — it’s a bully looking for a reaction and an easy target. The person who falls for it is a reckless shooter who rarely hits the right target, and usually only creates more victims.

reload: quiet, determined  focus for the overwhelmed mama (Copperlight Wood)

There are enough angry people out there, bleeding insecurity in the form of rash arrogance. Refuse to be provoked.

You have My permission to take it slow. To aim before you fire.  Just one thing at a time, and let Me handle the big picture. Watch and listen for it, Love, while you reload. You just wait. 

reload: quiet, determined  focus for the overwhelmed mama (Copperlight Wood)

The volume doesn’t necessarily change, but a calm settles.

Your babies have been sick, but I’m praying for them. 

Therefore He is able to save completely those who come to God through Him, because He always lives to intercede for them.

Hebrews 7:25

I’m not copying an old scenario that you’ve seen before. I’m making a whole new story. 

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a little personal business

Done. Check-marked, crossed off the list, finis.

Been there?

It took months to convince myself, yes, I’ll do this certain thing that’s been bugging me, hanging over my head and over my to-do list. And when I finally buckled down to tackle it, in the spirit of nothing being as easy as it seems it took me three days of wrangling unexpected technical minutiae to get it mostly-kinda-sorta figured out.

And finally it was done, with the heaving sigh of relief that comes from conquering a dreaded project.

No, it wasn’t laundry.

Nothing earth-shattering, but I wanted to share it with you.

It’s a…monthly newsletter.

Forgive me. I know it’s not free chocolate. I’m sorry.

But if you’d like to receive a more personal, extra post around the middle of every month, you can sign up here, and I’ll be sending out the next one in a few days. The first one was announced unfairly via facebook, which some of you don’t use…and you’re not missing anything…except for gems like this:

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and this:

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It’s also come to my attention that if you visit us via your smartphone (apparently, many of you do…who knew?), you might not even see the subscribe button in the margin. So, for those of you who can’t see it, it’s just lovely and looks like this:

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If you click on it, you can sign up to receive the monthly newsletter, or regular posts straight to your inbox, or both. And I’d love to send you February’s letter in a few days. Or not, totally up to you. But the first one is here…and there was a little announcement in it. (If you are already subscribed and never saw it, check your spam folder…)

One more thing, especially for moms of tweens and teens…I read this post today and was so profoundly encouraged by Cathy’s insight and perspective that I wanted to share it with you. It’s not personal, it’s business….and I hope you’re encouraged, too.

I hope you heave a sigh of relief today, and cross something big (or little) off your list with minimal wrangling.

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Even if it’s just breakfast.