Making Things Matter

Love this woman.

She blogs here, about life and loss and faith and kids and anything else that crosses her mind.
She’s one of the most honest people I know.
She hearts music.
I love the words that she writes, because she writes with the power of conviction that makes things matter.

You can get to know her by clicking here, or by checking out The Green Room, or just asking around at PCC. She’s worth getting to know.

Common Sense Leadership

This is what I’m reading at the moment. I love leadership books that resonate with common sense.

After the introduction, I’m convinced that this sucker is FULL of that very thing.
If you’ve read it, what do you think?
Check back for a full report. Our entire staff is reading it, and we’ll be discussing in a few weeks…

This Moment

I saw this film today while checking up on Sarah in Germany (via Facebook ). She posted it on her page.

I will go through the rest of this day with these images – this unbelievable contrast – in my head and heart.

“When we forsake the lives of others, we actually forsake our own.”

I am so messed up. There is so much to do. There is so much beyond doing.

Love Like That

I woke up this morning after the best night’s sleep I’ve had in weeks.

All three of my girls have been gone all week long. Sarah is still making her way around her new (albeit temporary) life in Germany, with new friends and strong new bonds with family. Shannon and Sydni have been in Knoxville all week with the World Changers group.
David was with a friend Thursday night and Daniel went up to see his dad in Mechanicsville. Last night, both boys stayed with their dad.
So I had the house to myself.
It is striking to note the difference in my life, my mind, my way of thinking – pretty much EVERYTHING – when there are no children in the house. I miss them – sort of – but I also have this sense of reclaiming my self. Longer, coherent thought processes. A complete night’s sleep. No energy extended towards managing their lives, spurring them on to good deeds, referreeing disputes. A little less clutter, only my own trail of life left in the various rooms of the house.
Oh, and the laundry’s done!
I love them deeply, profoundly. And when I get a moment to breathe, it seems that I can love them from afar in a way that allows me to find myself outside of that love, rather than immersed and overwhelmed by the actions it requires. That’s a fresh perspective for me. It’s easier, sometimes.
Peterson’s take on a bit from Ephesians in the Bible is interesting:

“Watch what God does, and then you do it, like children who learn proper behavior from their parents. Mostly what God does is love you. Keep company with him and learn a life of love. Observe how Christ loved us. His love was not cautious but extravagant. He didn’t love in order to get something from us but to give everything of himself to us. Love like that.” Ephesians 5.1-2 The Message

“Mostly what God does is love you.”
Love can be exhausting, in the ‘giving everything’ and the extravagance. It can be costly. If I’m to take this seriously, it seems that framing the intensity and distraction of my day-to-day life as a parent within the context of extravagant love alters the context somewhat. Rather than claim the current quiet of my house and my mind as ‘normal’and the object of aspiration, perhaps I should consider it nothing more than refueling, refreshing and rest for the next round of love.
Like that.

It’s A New Season

This is Sarah, in Germany.

I’m so happy for her – what a terrific opportunity! We saw her off last week at Dulles – watched her walk through security and into a great adventure. I cried – just a little.
But when I saw this picture – capturing that somewhat shy smile, in a place I’ve never stood, I realized that my little girl is gone for what feels like a very long time.
And I cried – a lot.
But it’s a good thing, isn’t it – this changing of seasons, this growth and unfolding of a young life? She has so much to experience.
And my seat for this ride is a privileged one – and unique to me.
A new season of motherhood. It comes with some tears, but a great newfound joy as well.
And again, I know that I am, indeed, blessed.