Confession 294: Paul Harvey Mornings

Send me your light and your faithful care, let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy mountain, to the place where you dwell. Psalm 43:3

I was thinking about Paul Harvey the other morning.  Not Paul Harvey, really, but as I was going through my morning routine a memory stirred and Paul Harvey’s voice was there.  Growing up, my mom had a radio in the kitchen that was turned on each morning and tuned in to our community’s one and only radio station.  And while my mom bustled around the kitchen making lunches for everyone in our house before leaving for her full-time job, and while my sister and I sat at the dining room table eating our cereal and toast, Paul Harvey’s deep, gravelly voice floated over all of us, painting his beautiful pictures with his words.

Our culture today is all about the “big” moments.  Big trips, big parties, big experiences that your kids will remember for a lifetime.  But as I was remembering those Paul Harvey mornings, it occurred to me that our deepest and most lasting memories will be the ones born out of the rituals of everyday living.  It’s the things we do over and over again that imprint themselves on our minds and hearts.  And while the big events have their place, I think we need to focus the majority of our time and energy into making sacred the everyday.

The other night I made the choice to let the evening simply unfold.  No rushing to make dinner, no hurrying boys into the bath, no fuss over quickly getting jammies on.  Instead, we had a later supper and curled up on the couch to watch an hour long Disney t.v. show.  We spent time just being together.  And when bedtime did come, albeit about an hour late, it was much calmer and easier than the nights we’re rushing all over the place.

It occurred to me then that these moments are the sacred moments life is truly made of. This everyday living of our lives, these daily rituals we create in our homes.  They become part of who we are.  And unfortunately, for many of our nation’s children, those memories and moments are of discord and dysfunction.  As parents, we have a choice as to what kinds of memories we will create for our children.  I don’t want to be the crazy, yelling, rush-rush mom, stressed out and aggravated with the kids being kids.  I want my children to be enveloped with calmness and peace.  I want their memories of home to be warm and comforting.  I want that solid foundation of love in their hearts upon which they can build other meaningful and lasting relationships.  And that all happens by committing to love and embrace the everyday.

It’s the little things we do day in and day out that make up a life.  It’s the patterns of our daily behavior that we always default back to when life gets tough.  And so, I want those Paul Harvey mornings for my own children.  I want them established in routines that bring them peace, security and love.  And for some reason, Paul Harvey’s voice recounting “the rest of the story” over a bowl of cornflakes with my sister right across from me brings me all of those things.

Blessings and Peace,

Sara

Confession 293: Because Sometimes You Need Some Support

But Ruth replied, “Don’t urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God.  Where you die I will die, and there I will be buried. May the Lord deal with me, be it ever so severely, if even death separates you and me.”  When Naomi realized that Ruth was determined to go with her, she stopped urging her.  Ruth 1:16-18

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“Mrs. Snyder, Blake could use some extra support right now,” Mrs. Teacher says to me.  When I was working as a paraprofessional, that was my cue that my student was crawling around the classroom under the tables and disrupting whole group learning.  I would go into the classroom, quietly get him to leave, and we’d go do some kinesthetic activities to help him settle down.  At my school, we operate under the principle that behaviorally challenging students aren’t problems, they just need some extra support.

The reality is that in our crazy, frenetic, stress-filled lives, we all sometimes need a little extra support.  The problem is that most of the time we’re too proud to ask for it.  As a pastor’s wife, I sometimes fall into the ridiculous assumption that I have to appear to have it all together.  My role is to help others.  Therefore, I need to be positive, upbeat and focused on the needs of those around me.  While this is true, I’m not a robot. My life isn’t perfect.  Like everyone else, some days are better than others.

A good friend of mine called me out on this a few years ago.  We were emailing back and forth and most of my emails consisted of things like, “We’re fine.  The boys are good.  Church is great.  Let’s talk about you.”  Fed up with generic emails, she finally replied, “You know, you don’t have to be a pastor’s wife around me.”  A light bulb went off in my head.  While choosing to remain positive and upbeat is important, it’s also important to be authentic.  And the truth is that sometimes, even a PW needs a little extra support!

The truth is, God never meant for our lives to be lived in solitary confinement.  God recognized the importance of human support in His creation of Eve to be a partner to Adam.  Jesus sent the disciples out in pairs to minister to others, and Paul always had at least one travelling companion.  We need others because we need support in our lives.  God works through the encouragement, advice, understanding, wisdom, and helping hands of others.  And not only should we be all of those things for others, we need to acknowledge our need for them in our own lives.

About a year ago, I started a weight loss program.  In the time since, I have lost over 50 pounds and dropped about 4 sizes.  It’s been an incredible journey.  However, I could not have (and was not doing) it on my own.  I needed support, sometimes daily, in order to make the changes in my life that needed to happen in order for me to be healthy again.  That support came in the form of my friend and fellow blogger, Tina Cochran.  Tina is my health coach.  She’s the person I go to when I need a little bit of support to make healthy choices.  Tina has created a wonderful ministry out of her life called “Creative Joy Ministries”.  She has put together an uplifting e-course entitled “30 Days to Joy”.  It’s simple, yet profound, and encourages you to look at yourself in a whole new way.  Check it out!  She might just be the extra support you need!!

Needing some support isn’t a bad thing, it’s the way we were designed!  God doesn’t want us to be able to do it all on our own!!  He wants us to need some help–He wants us to be dependent on Him!  As Paul writes, God’s power is made perfect in our weakness.  And to depend on God, we have to sometimes depend on others.  We need support.  And it’s a good thing.

This morning, I’m battling a respiratory infection.  I have an antibiotic, I stayed home and rested yesterday, but I was coughing a lot last night and will probably need a little support to get going.  For that, I’m going to the Lord who can give me strength.  I’m also going to the coffee maker which can give me caffeine!!  My husband is feeling exhausted this week.  I will support him by taking the boys to school.  There’s a mutuality in support.  While Ruth supported Naomi, Naomi also worked to support Ruth.  They depended on one another.  And they both depended on God.

Sometimes we need some support.  It’s okay.  God, in his Perfect Wisdom and Understanding has already provided just what you need.

Blessings and Peace,

Sara

Confession 292: When You Wish You Had Just Stayed In Bed

alarm clockDo you ever have those days when you think to yourself, “Why did I get out of bed for THIS?”  You know, those days when every single stressor in your life decides to emerge from hibernation?  You can’t get the kids out the door for school, you don’t have time to make a lunch, the coffee cup lid isn’t on tight enough, you’re out of gas, you’re late for a meeting and stuck behind a rolling roadblock, unprepared to meet a deadline, get a call from your child’s school, have bills past due, have a sick child-spouse-self and just want to curl up in a ball and sleep your life off.

Yes, in our hectic and frenetic world staying in bed with the covers pulled up tight can sound like a much better option than swimming into the melee.  It’s in those moments when we have to force ourselves to turn toward God, take a deep breath and exhale, “You’ve got this.”  And indeed, God does have our day in hand.  The act of getting out of bed some mornings is an acknowledgement of our trust and faith in the One who has counted each hair on our head.

“You’ve got this,” we whisper.

“YOU’VE got this.”

This morning, my 5 year old was a bear.  We had a super fit over not getting chips for breakfast (he did have Cheez-Its).  Then we had another fit over the fact that Mommy had to leave for work.  I went through all of the stuff we go through when we’re working through fits.  Here are your choices….let Mommy help you calm down… Mommy is not going to engage in this conversation anymore.  As I was reading my devotional about peace, he was right next to me screaming, “CHIPS AND CHEEZ-ITS!!!”  “Lord,” I thought, “please help.”

As I was dropping my first grader off at school, NOT wishing well to anyone around me, a little voice in my head said, “You have a choice right now.  You can continue being cranky and irritable because you had a rough morning and are feeling angry and frustrated.  OR, you can CHOOSE to move beyond your feelings and work to create a positive day.  And so, feeling convicted, I asked God to help me move beyond the anger and frustration and work to be a blessing in the lives of those I encountered today.

positiveI put my hymn CD in the CD player and let the words wash over me.  I remembered the promises of God that I have hidden in my heart and by the time I pulled into the school parking lot, I was ready for the day.

Here are some of my go-to verses when I’m feeling like I just should have stayed in bed for the day….I pray that they can be a blessing to you as well.

I lift up my eyes to the hills.  Where does my help come from?  My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and Earth.  He will not let your foot slip.  Indeed, He who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.  Psalm 121

Fear not, nor be afraid of them, for the Lord Your God He it is who doth go with thee.  He will not fail thee, nor forsake thee.  Deuteronomy  31:6

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. Isaiah 43:2

I have told you these things so that in me you will have peace.  In this world you will have trouble.  But take heart!  I have overcome the world.  John 16:33

Finally brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things.  Philippians 4:8

Of course, there are hundreds more I could put.  But these get me through some of my toughest days.  The KJV are the ones I memorized as a child!!  Sorry, it’s just how I know them!

And so, whatever kind of day you are having, I pray that Christ’s peace, which transcends all understanding, will fall upon you and that you can say with confidence, “Lord God, you’ve got this.”

Blessings and Peace,

Sara

Confession 291: Blessed are the Peacemakers

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God…” Matthew 5:9

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This is not the sculpture from my seminary. But, it’s a good stand-in!

I am not generally a publicly political person.  As a pastor’s wife, it’s good to see multiple points of view!  If it matters, I would classify myself as a liberal.  BUT, before some of you decide to stop reading, I need to tell you that many of my nearest and dearest friends would classify themselves as conservative.  Our American political pundits would be shocked to discover that once you’ve shared a part of your life journey with someone, who they vote for matters very little to the relationship.

That said, I have become increasingly troubled by the talk of U.S. military strikes in Syria. I am not an expert on the civil war in Syria.  My friend Tricia over at the Domestic Fringe has had some good educational articles on the subject.  Don’t worry–she’s not a political nut, either!!  Her blog is a witty and vibrant reflection of modern daily life with some fashion tips thrown in to boot!

I think the violence in Syria, as in many parts of our world, is deplorable.  But our current political stance on the situation makes me think, to steal a phrase from Dr. Becky Bailey, “There’s got to be a better way.”

When I was in seminary, there was an amazingly powerful art sculpture hanging in the antechamber of our chapel.  And artist had fashioned some swords into the shape of a plow, thus reflecting the prophetic vision of Isaiah 2:4 and Micah 4:3 of the coming of the kingdom of the Lord in which the people of Judah and Jerusalem will be at peace, “beating their swords into plowshares”.  I loved that this sculpture was placed before the entryway of the place for holy worship.  It reminded me each time I walked into chapel of the love that God has for His people and the ways in which we are to show others that love.

As Christians, I think we need to be the voice of peace in the world.  I’m not saying our local churches should start organizing protest marches, although some might.  But I think that if we want to stand against violence and aggression in our world, we need to do so with love.  We need to support organizations that seek to lift people up.  We need to be a visible presence for good in our communities.  We need to speak to others using words of respect and kindness, even in the midst of a disagreement.  We need to show our children what it’s like to empathize, not criticize.  We need to show them how to build others up, not tear them down with judgement.

I don’t know how to end the civil war in Syria.  But I know that there are ways we can help those affected by the violence there without the use of weapons.

Blessed are the peacemakers, Jesus said.  Let’s work harder to be one of them.

Blessings and Peace,

Sara

Confession 290: Monday Blessings-Small But Mighty

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The United Methodist Church’s annual service weekend (SERVE) happened this past weekend.  The idea behind SERVE is for the church to get out of the building and to engage in mission projects throughout the community.  Our local church is actually doing our SERVE projects this coming weekend.  And, I’m very excited!!  In fact, I might have given a “whoop-whoop” when talking about it during worship this past Sunday. 🙂

I love mission.  And, my husband and I are extremely blessed to be serving in a mission loving church.  While our congregation might be small (we average around 100 in worship per week) we are mighty when it comes to service.

Here are some of the ways we’ve served our community (local and global) over the past 4 years:

1. Donated a gift ark worth $5000 to Heifer International 

2. Made and sent 35 dresses to Little Dresses for Africa

3. Raised in one week of VBS over $1600 for Imagine No Malaria

4. Donated over 200 pairs of shoes to a local shoe project

5. Stocked our local backpack program for the year–twice

6. Helped to sponsor a child’s education through The Rainbow Network

This coming weekend we will hold a clothing giveaway, make and serve meals to several families within our local community, beautify our community, assist the school district in repairs needed at the football stadium, and host a benefit dinner to assist a local family whose house was recently destroyed by fire.  Our children are making crafts and will be distributing them to the local nursing home, visiting with residents there.

I know this all reeks a bit of braggadocio, and I am very proud to be part of our congregation.  However, the real message for me is that there are no excuses when it comes to showing the love of Jesus Christ to a world in need.  Jesus calls us to serve.  And it doesn’t matter how old (or young) we are, how much money we have, the skills we have (or don’t have), the time we have… we ALL have something to give.  And when we work together in the name of Jesus there is NO LIMIT to what we can accomplish!!

Scripture shows us over and over again that when we give God what little we have, He multiplies it exponentially.  There are no limits to God’s ability to work through us.  Therefore, we should not limit ourselves in our willingness to serve.

SERVE the Lord with gladness…. Psalm 100:2

I love this promo created by the United Methodist Church a few years ago, entitled “Rethink Church”.  It is my prayer that we, as congregations, can strive to live this out.  Check it out.

What can God accomplish through you?

Blessings and Peace,

Sara

Confession 289: Saying “I Love You” in Meaningful Ways

A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another. John 13:34-35

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What does it mean to say, “I love you?”  Are words enough?  Do they need to be supported with actions?  What kind of actions demonstrate “I love you?”  As Christians, most of us know the answer to these questions.  Essentially, “I love you” is about putting others first.  It’s about respecting and valuing other human beings for who they are, not who you want them to be.  It’s looking at others with empathy and compassion rather than judgement and criticism.  It’s giving of yourself–your time, your money, your presence, your convenience–even when you’d rather keep them to yourself.  And no, simply uttering the words is not enough.

Recently, I have been exploring a program called Conscious Disciplinedeveloped by Dr. Becky Bailey.  I am NOT an expert in this field, but it is something I am beginning to try and understand and implement, both in my home and classroom.

Based on current brain research, conscious discipline seeks to understand the neurological motivations for our behavior and, after becoming conscious of those motivations/triggers/factors, finding practical ways to regulate the behaviors.  It’s about assuming responsibility for ourselves and our behaviors and, once we have learned to do that, teaching the children in our lives to do the same.

One of the things I LOVE about Conscious Discipline is the focus on building meaningful relationships and communities.  Dr. Bailey stresses the importance of connectivity in schools and families in order to create a positive behavioral environment.  Every human being has an innate need to feel loved and accepted.When we foster connectivity between people, we give people a voice, we are better able to empathize with one another, and we can engage in meaningful relationships.   Moreover, as parents and educators, connectivity allows us the opportunity to truly teach our children the skills needed to live meaningful lives.  As stated on the Conscious Discipline website:

“Connection, not attention, is what all people seek. Loving moments of genuine connection literally wire the brain for impulse control and willingness. The biochemistry of love allows us to move beyond power struggles to a willingness to cooperate, fosters forgiveness instead of simply trying to forget, and provides the willingness needed to repair ruptured relationship moments.”

 One of the ways to develop connectivity is through the use of “I Love You Rituals”.  These are intentional repeated acts that help us bond with one another.  Check out this clip from the Conscious Discipline folks.  I apologize in advance for any tears you may shed!

In the Church, we have “I Love You Rituals” as well.  Communion, Confirmation, Baptism, Foot Washing and the Laying of Hands can all be “I Love You Rituals” with, perhaps, a bit of tweaking.  Think about what our churches would look like if we truly embraced connectivity.  I think connectivity is what Jesus was developing throughout his ministry.  Being part of the triune God, he would have a thorough understanding of the way human beings are wired!!  I think Jesus knew the importance of being connected, both amongst the created and with the Creator.  Jesus’ whole life said, “I love you”.  Are we able to say the same?

Blessings and Peace,

Sara

Confession 288: God is not a GPS

 “The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in temples built by human hands.  And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything. Rather, he himself gives everyone life and breath and everything else.  From one man he made all the nations, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he marked out their appointed times in history and the boundaries of their lands.  God did this so that they would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from any one of us.  ‘For in him we live and move 

and have our being.’  Acts 17:24-28

nav system“Turn left in 300 feet,” Greta tells me assuredly, her cool computerized voice unwavering with confidence.  I move unhesitatingly into the left lane.

I must confess, I tend to be directionally challenged.  It’s a family trait, handed down through many generations.  On a recent trip to Omaha, my sister and I needed both Greta (my in-vehicle GPS) and Google to navigate the city.  Even with these two “expert” guides, we still managed to drive by one of our destinations three times.  Apparently NASA technology can only get you so far!fidence.  Without hesitating, I move my van into the left lane and prepare to turn.

I sometimes feel directionally challenged in life, too.  The 25 year old me would be utterly flabbergasted by the road map the almost 37 year old me has managed to create these past 12 years.  And to tell you the truth, I still have no idea where we’re going.  I seriously considered making a significant career change this summer.  It would have been a true leap of faith, and I was right on the cusp of jumping.  I spent hours agonizing over the decision, weighing the pros and cons, talking with friends and family, praying over and over for a sign.

“I need some direction!!!!” was my constant cry to God.  And then came these words from a woman much wiser than me: “Maybe there is no right answer….”  It hit me in that moment, as I read her words of truth, that I had been using God much like I use my GPS.  I was trying to plug in a destination and retrieve specific directions.  But God is not always interested in the specific directions for our journey.  God doesn’t want to be our GPS system, telling us to go straight, turn left, make a u-turn, head south….  Rather, God wants to be in a relationship with the children He created.

That doesn’t mean that directions aren’t part of the relationship.  I still call my parents and ask for advice.  And I believe that God wants to guide us along our life journey.  However, that guidance and direction is the byproduct of an authentic and intimate relationship with God.

When we spend time with God, whether it be in prayer, worship, Scripture, meditation, etc…. we invite God to dwell within us.  The Holy Spirit spreads throughout our being, like a fine mist sweeping up and settling in over a field.  God permeates us, enfolds us, fills us up so that, as Paul writes, we “live and move and breathe in Him”.  In God, we find ourselves, and that knowledge shapes where we go and what we do.

nav system 2The road maps of our lives are never going to be straight and clear.  There will be unexpected road closures, detours, breakdowns, and pit stops.  And sometimes, the directions won’t be very clear.  But I think that if we live a life built around a relationship with our Creator, we’ll always be headed in the right direction.

Blessings and Peace,

Sara

Confession 287: Wednesday Weigh-In: "If it Was Easy"

As Wednesday is my official “weigh-in” day for Take Shape For Life, I thought that I would do a different sort of “weigh-in” on my blog.  Wednesdays will provide an opportunity for others to “weigh-in” on topics of faith and ministry.  Over the next few weeks, we’ll hear from some folks directly involved in pastoral ministry and the wonderful ways in which God has worked through them and, at times, in spite of them to make a difference in this world.

Today, I’m welcoming someone very near and dear to my heart; my husband, soul mate, life partner, BFF and ordained United Methodist pastor, Chris.  Chris’ article is a response to some recent negative posts he’s seen about what it means to be in ministry.  Here are his words….

If it was easy …
I hate to start a note with a complaint, but lately I have become more than a little ashamed of some of my clergy colleagues.  Over the past couple of weeks and months, I have seen, be it on Facebook or through emails, including from denominational sources, blog posts or other articles about how hard life in ministry is and how misunderstood clergy are.  These articles are typically done in list format, such as “Seven Surprises Since Becoming a Pastor,”   or, “The Five Things Your Pastor Wishes You Knew But Would Never Tell You,” and “I Love My Job, But …” 
These articles are typically written by people of my generation who, while entering into ministry, were told they could change the world.  They came in with the idea that, because of their office and education they should be treated a certain way.  Many clergy, myself included, enter into congregational ministry with a naïve understanding of what we are getting ourselves into – long hours, lots of criticism, public spotlight, emotional exhaustion, meetings, meetings, meetings, denominational requirements and obligations that don’t always make sense, and generally a lot of work that doesn’t feel a lot like building the Kingdom. 
Here’s a secret to my clergy friends who are so quick to write or pass along these articles complaining or just stating the difficulties of pastoral life – every job is hard, that is why it is called work.  Teachers, doctors & nurses, emergency personnel, customer service people, waitresses, flight attendants, etc. – all have to work with the general public and deal with the general public and receive very few thank yous.  Our culture has become overwhelmed with people who all think they know how to do our job better than us, no matter what industry we are in.  
The reality is, we think our congregation members don’t understand us because ministry is so hard, but I think ministry being as difficult as it is helps us to better understand those we are called to minister to.   If pastoral ministry was easy, we wouldn’t need to be called to it.  We are called to be spiritual leaders, organizational leaders, fundraisers, chaplains, community organizers, teachers, mentors, sounding boards, counselors, custodians and prophets.  This isn’t an easy calling, but it shouldn’t be.
Throughout Scripture we are told over and over that Jesus doesn’t call us to an easy life, but it will be rewarding nonetheless.  I don’t imagine any of the Old Testament Prophets ever wrote a blog talking about how misunderstood they were and how much they wish the people God had sent them to would just be nice to them.  Peter didn’t complain that people always looked to him for leadership, even on his “day off.”  Paul seemed to understand that part of his role was to take the criticism of those he was called to lead, even when it hurt.
Clergy friends, we have the greatest job in the world – other than maybe being a professional baseball player.  There are so many days where I am in my office or out in the community or preaching a message and the thought goes through my head, “I can’t believe I get paid to do this!”  I love my job.  And yes, I have been in hard roles, places that have made me question my calling and my faith.  
I have been called names, lied about and to, criticized for things I’ve done and not done, been accused of things I would never even consider doing or saying, been told I don’t have the right to my own opinion or feelings, and worst of all, I’ve had my family attacked because of a mistake I made.  I understand that it is difficult always being on – I’d love to go to a family gathering or a church supper and not be the one always expected to say the meal blessing.  I’d love to go to the grocery store and not have people be embarrassed to see me because they have a case of beer or bottle of liquor in their cart.  I’d love to have people not change how they behave around me the moment I reveal to them that I am a pastor.  But all those things are part of this wonderful life I have been called to.  Through it all, in the good days and bad, we have the greatest job in the world! 
No other job grants us access to people in their most intimate moments – we get to be there for births, baptisms, confirmations, moments of justification, weddings, and deaths just to name a few.  We are welcomed into homes and communities simply because of who we represent.  We get to share to wonderful, amazing, life-changing Good News of Jesus Christ for a living, and get paid to do it!  (I understand that is would be nice if we got paid enough to pay off our student loan debt from seminary, but again, that is all a part of it.) 
 Pastors, through it all, we have the best job in the world.
I know pastoral ministry is hard.  But would you really want it to be any other way?
Blessings,

Chris

Confession 286: Taco Tuesday

May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all.
2 Corinthians 13:14

When we lived in Kansas City, one of our weekly rituals was to go to “Taco Tuesday” at one of our two favorite local Mexican joints.  “Taco Tuesday” is an all you can eat buy one get one free homemade beef taco extravaganza.  Although it’s been a couple of years since I’ve indulged in one, I can still taste the crispy fried goodness as the meat, cheese and corn tortilla all melted together in my mouth.

Although the tacos were good, I don’t think they are the reason the memory of “Taco Tuesdays” invokes such a deep sense of fulfillment and peace in my soul.  Rather, it’s the memories of those who gathered with us on those Tuesdays that I cherish, and that still makes me wistful.  It was sacred time among family and friends.

More often than not, we would meet my sister and her husband for taco dinner.  The wait time was always fairly lengthy, so we had lots of time to chat and laugh and vent about our day.  Other times, we would head out with my husband’s co-workers for a semi-quick lunch.  Out of the church office, we could more freely share together the joys and struggles of professional ministry.

“Taco Tuesdays” became a little sacred ritual in our lives.  And, as I think back on it, I realize just how formative those small “everyday” rituals can be to living out who God has made us to be.  They give us the opportunity to stop, reflect, share, dream, laugh, fill-up, relax, and just truly be ourselves with those who matter the most to us.  It’s in these “everyday” rituals that we are free to be who we are, that we get a sense of ourselves within our community of family and friends, that we develop the supports we need to continue doing the work God has called us to do.

In the United States, many of our “everyday” rituals revolve around food.  But that doesn’t have to be the case.  As you go forward with your family and friends, constructing “everyday” rituals that are meaningful to you, I would challenge you to think beyond the food.

Every Friday my husband and five year old have “Daddy and Stephen Days”.  Fridays are my husband’s day off.  So, he keeps our youngest home from daycare and they enjoy time together.  They look at pictures of Newfoundland dogs online, lay in the recliner and watch T.V., eat lunch at their favorite pizza place, and run errands.  It’s nothing profound or earth shattering.  However, it creates a special bond between them they both value and love.

It’s important to note that most of our “everyday” rituals seem to be born from spontaneity.  “Taco Tuesdays” started out because someone said, “Hey, lets go get some tacos.”  “Daddy and Stephen Day” started because we wanted to save a bit of money on childcare.  The sacredness of each evolved with time and repetition.

My sister and I both have zoo family passes.  The Kansas City Zoo offers two special family zoo nights for people with memberships.  The zoo is open until 8 P.M. and everything is free with your zoo membership pass.  This year, our family and my sister’s family met up to participate in both family nights.  It was a wonderful experience, and a great opportunity for some quality family time.  I’m hoping this becomes another sacred ritual, albeit not quite an “everyday” one.

I could give example after example of “everyday” rituals that have been sacred time in my life.  But my guess is, you’re already reflecting on your own spaces and places of “everyday” sacred experiences.  I would love to hear them.  More importantly, I would love for you to claim them and name them, to give thanks for the wonderful gifts these “everyday” rituals provide.

Blessings and Peace,
Sara

Confession 285:Blessings

Surely you have granted him unending blessings and made him glad with the joy of your Presence.
Psalm 21:6

 In Sunday school last week, my boys brought home a large picture frame which enclosed a sheet of paper entitled, “Today’s Blessings” and a dry erase marker.  Their instructions were to put the picture frame in their room, somewhere within easy reach, and to write a blessing on the frame each evening with their dry erase marker.

Our boys, especially our 5 year old, LOVE this new night-time ritual!  In fact, the 5 year old has gone so far as to write down (with Mom’s help) each of his daily blessings and to create a book which he intends to illustrate.

My boys’ earnest endeavor to verbalize all of the good things they have in their life has both touched and convicted me.  So often it’s easy to complain, to bemoan, to wish away so much of our daily lives.  But when we truly stop to look, we have blessings in abundance.

And so, I thought I’d start recording Bountiful Blessings each Monday.  It will be a positive reflection on the week before, and a hopeful anticipation of the week to come.  Will you join me as we count our blessings?

Blessings and Peace,
Sara

Here are the Bountiful Blessings of my boys this week:

5 Year Old
Playing with my cousins
Playing outside
School
Mommy
Daddy
Playing with friends

Church

7 Year Old
Family
School
Playing
My Teacher
JoJo (the family dog)