I Love.........Giving Hearts

I love GIVING HEARTS. I went to the Heart Ball as the guest of my friend Diana McLaughlin-White on Saturday night. Diana is not only my friend but an amazing massage therapist, who owns Healing Hands Studio. Hmmmmm.......maybe I need to write about how much I love massages, but let's leave that to another day. (But if you need one in the meantime....Diana is your woman. I can give you her number.)

Anyway, back to the Heart Ball. It's a fundraiser for the American Heart Association. Fitting, huh? It's a big, fancy "black tie optional" event. Lots of people attend. Really, lots. From a distance I saw people there I knew, but never got close enough to talk to them. I have since found out that some were there that I didn't see at all. My friend Janie Stikeleather is on the planning committee and they did a great job. (Though if Janie is involved, you know "good cause" and "good event").

So there were lots of beautifully dressed people. They smelled good. (Statesville cleans up nice!) The evening started with a silent auction. Tons and tons of silent auction items given by area businesses, individuals, and sports and entertainment celebrities. Some were valued in the thousands of dollars. Items for the home, items for play, vacations, parties, food, services of local businesses......they had it all. People were bidding away.

During dinner there was a live auction. More big ticket items. People came to spend, and they would bid over the valued amount. Significantly more sometimes. After the auction they asked who else wanted to give donations. Lots of paddles went up.

I'm not sure how much money was raised, but it was a good amount. We have a lot of big hearts here, that don't just support the American Heart Association, but so many other local and national...and even international....charities besides.

It's sometimes difficult to pull that wallet from your pocket, but it is pretty amazing to think we are able to give to an organization that helps educate, encourage, treat, and research these diseases that indiscriminately take our loved ones. It should be a privilege, not a chore. It's great to be in a community that shows up to give to a good cause. One initiative of the Heart Association that I learned about on Saturday night was that high school students will soon have to learn CPR as a graduation requirement. I love that! I just may need them one day.

As a woman I am grateful that all that has been done to educate people and providers that the symptoms of heart attack are often difference for us. More research is necessary as to how we differ, and how treatment should be different, since this is still a fairly recent recognition. While deaths from heart attacks for men have dropped dramatically over the last few years, we're not seeing that happen in women. Let's keep funding research.

Heart Ball was a fun and informative night. Who knew that you could do hands-only CPR to the beat of the BeeGees "Staying Alive" and save a life? It seems you can. Good to know! Though I will probably be yelling "What BeeGees song was it?" Remember for me. (And Heart.com, the American Heart Association website, has a lot of great information if you want to learn more.)

For those who planned, and sponsored, and gave, and just showed up, thank you. I love seeing our community at work....and play...for a good cause. Diana McLaughlin-White, thanks for inviting me and being such a great table host. It was great to see what happens at a Heart Ball, because I love to see giving hearts!

My Declaration of Dependence

I bought a treadmill several weeks ago.  It arrived very quickly, delivered by a very nice delivery man who almost effortlessly plonked it down where I directed him to....at the entryway to my office.  The office that used to be a dining room, but since I have no real need for a dining room, and a need of somewhere to put my desk and bookshelves, an office is what works for me.  This is the depository room anyway...the place where the odd stuff goes.  One day it will be cleaned and decorated.  For now it is an untidy hovel, full of the papers that overwhelm my ADD mind.  One day I will sort through them. Maybe.  More likely it will be my family upon my death.  I apologize in advance....though know I will be giggling as you do it.  And know that treasures probably await you, so there is some incentive!

I hadn't even considered the fact that the treadmill would need to be assembled.  OK....logically I knew it would, but for some reason I didn't consider my ineptness at putting things together, or the issues I have doing anything that requires a combination of hands, brain and attention span.  

After looking at the box for a few days I realized I was ridiculous to be intimidated by it, so opened the box and started taking pieces out.  It was then I realized how very heavy the base of the treadmill was and that there was no way possible to get it out of that box by myself.  Not so very ridiculous to be intimidated after all!

A few days later my 18-year old niece Taylor was visiting.  Taylor looks small, but she has always been crazy strong, so I thought maybe the two of us could get it out of there.  It didn't take long for us to realize there was no way just the two of us could lift it out of there.  I hear the sound of my yard guy's leaf blower and run to get him to help.  We get it out...though the process was not pretty (pieces stuck to the box, causing an awkward series of pushing and pulling to separate box and base.)  I decided that was enough treadmill for one day.

I have an open floor plan, so this treadmill now sits in the middle of my house, mocking me each time I go by.  I pretend it's not getting to me (because I don't want it to know its power), but the intimidation just festers.

I have asked for help along the way, but people are busy and that just hasn't worked out.  And honestly sometimes I feel I spend much of my life begging for help and it just seems to make me aware of my own inadequacies.

Though that sounds like it comes from a place of self pity, and I have felt my share of self pity in this process, I am not there at the moment.  The truth is that I suspect I probably need to make another attempt or two to put it together on my own, but if I fail in these attempts I also need to remember that there is a reason that we are put in a world surrounded by other people.  We are not meant to do it all by ourselves.

We're living in a world of easy isolation.  We could easily stay home and live with almost no contact with the outside world.  You can shop for everything imaginable online.  You can work from home (well, many of us can!).  You can have online friends who listen to your problems and talk to you, without ever having met you in person....or who you can just see these folks interact with others online and cyber-stalk them for your entertainment.  You can know everything of significance about them, but since you have never reached out to them, they don't even know you exist.  Sometimes this isolated world is enticing to me.

But even we introverts were not created for this sort of isolation.  It's unhealthy.  We were created for relationships and interaction and community.  We were created to be inter-connected.  To help each other.  To support one another.  To use our glorious collection of strengths and weaknesses in such a way that we create better lives for ourselves and each other, and create an amazing tapestry where the ugly knots show on the other side as a beautiful pattern.

I remember a sermon a long time ago from my precious pastor John Kimmons (I started to say former pastor, but then I realized in many ways he still pastors me) where he said "How do you expect people to meet your needs if you don't tell them what they are?"  It was a life changing statement for me, because often I just won't (and sometimes feel sorry for myself because no one seems to notice them on their own.  Like they should be able to read my crazy mind!)

I believe that God gives us what we need in life, and one of those gifts is each other.  We were created for dependency.  We were created with needs, and to meet the needs of others.  When those of us with needs don't share the needs with others, sometimes we are keeping someone else from doing what they were created for.  And why do we think that we should only share that need once, or with one person?  Sometimes we have to ask over and over again... sometimes our pride needs to be worked down a few notches.

While I believe in this inter-dependency, I also think we all need to live a balance of giving and receiving.  Sometimes we need to quit being a dependent, stop whining and do it ourselves. If you're doing a lot if taking, maybe you need to look at how you can start exercising those giving muscles.  No matter your circumstances, if you are still alive on this earth there is probably something you should be giving.  And if you are doing all if the giving, maybe you need to find places you can ask for help and learn the gift of receiving graciously.

I went to Autumn at Oz last weekend and was reminded of that great movie The Wizard of Oz.  The lion was lacking courage, the scarecrow was lacking a brain, the tinman was lacking a heart and Dorothy was lacking her home.  By themselves they all would have continued to be less than their potential, but coming together they all got what they needed....and they all lived happily ever after.

Give.  And take.  And sometimes get your butt in gear and try it alone.  Look for a balance of the three.  God teaches us who he is when we exercise each.  

It may be just a treadmill....but that object contains a lot of lessons about life for me right now. One day soon that lesson may be about exercising some different muscles.

Sharing Your Stuff - And Giving Life

 "I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well."  Psalm 139:14 

"Don't think of organ donations as giving up part of yourself to keep a total stranger alive.  It's really a total stranger giving up almost all of themselves to keep part of you alive."  Author Unknown

"We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give."  Winston Churchill

"You can't live a perfect day without doing something for someone who will never be able to repay you."  John Wooden
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My friend Becky's son Shane went home from the hospital yesterday.  He took with him a brand new pancreas and kidney.  Well, actually not new.  They have been gently used. Someone chose to share their life even beyond death and was his organ donor.  Because of that priceless gift, Shane will probably no longer be diabetic and will no longer have to be chained to a dialysis machine.  His life was changed.....in a matter of hours.  Instead of getting weaker from the effects of his disease, he will be getting stronger every day.

We often don't like to talk about our own mortality....and so sometimes talking about organ donation makes us a bit uncomfortable.  But I hope you read this and share this....and if you aren't already an organ donor and donation advocate, I hope you become one.

A few facts (from www.organdonor.gov):

• Someone is added to the organ donation list every 10 minutes.
• Each day an average of 79 people receive organ transplants; however, 18 people die each day because there is no organ available to them.
• As of December 2010, the ethnicity of the National Waiting List was 45% White, 29% black, 18% Hispanic and 7% Asian.  While donors of all ethnicities are registered on a fairly proportionate basis to the population, some ethnicities are more prone to diseases that lead to the need of transplants. While donations cross ethnicities every day, blood and tissue matches are often better for people of the same ethnicity.  So while donors of all races are very important, black, Hispanic, Asian, and mixed race donors are especially needed on the US registry.
• One organ donor can save up to eight lives.

 

If you aren't one of the 100 million who have agreed to let their organs help others in the event of their death, please consider joining us.  It is easy to sign up.  Here is a link to the state registries.   http://organdonor.gov/becomingdonor/stateregistries.html   (Friends in other countries, if you can't find where to sign up, let me know.  I'll bet I can find it!)

Lest you think that me signing that organ donation card was easy, let me tell you the truth.  I said no at first.  The idea of it freaked me out.  It took me some time to think it through and let my logic conquer my emotions.  I still was a bit nauseous when I signed the card and gave my consent.  But that's OK.  I finally came around and had peace about it.  Now years later I have confidence in that decision.   If you are struggling, talk to someone about it or at least commit some time to research and think about it.  Don't avoid the issue.  Make an educated decision.

Some very special people don't wait until death to donate.  My friend Jen was one of them. She decided to donate a kidney to a stranger by going to a website, reading profiles of people with her blood type, and picking someone listed there. The first time was a charm.  They were a match.  Renee lives and thrives because of her decision.  I love their story.  I am proud and still in awe of Jen's gift.  It's been three years since it happened.

Everyone does not have the calling of Jen (for instance, me!)  There are less dramatic ways to be a living donor. You can get on the bone marrow registry by a swab of your cheek.  Those expecting babies, consider donating that cord blood as a special baby gift to the world.  Donating platelets takes a couple of hours of your life (though you can do it quite often!). You sit in a comfy chair and watch a movie, and get snacks afterward.  Hardly a difficult sacrifice.  Donating blood takes even less time.  Scared of needles? Squeamish? You're not alone.  The truth is you may go through a bit of discomfort.  As a blood donor since I was a 16-year-old student at North Iredell High, and a platelet donor for quite a few years too, I still have those moments I have to divert my mind or my eyes so as to not let that squeamish side of me rule my body.  I have come out with major bruises, I have left a puddle of blood at the refreshment table, I have fainted multiple times....but still I continue.  Why?  Somewhere on this planet people live because something I had more than enough of, and could replenish quickly, left my body and now flourishes in theirs. How cool is that?  Any discomfort is worth it!  What a privilege to be healthy and be allowed to donate.  Surely one of the reasons I was created.

Our bodies are so very amazing and sometimes there is just no man-made substitute for its parts.  God's work is best.  The day that you die, our world will never be the same.  I hope you live a very long life, because there are so many things for you to do, but we don't come with a guarantee of years.  You are unique, you are special.  Your body, your self...it's precious.  But you are mortal. And isn't it better when you share your stuff?

What if this choice to share will unchain someone from a dialysis machine, help the blind see, help someone breathe, help someone play tag with their child or help someone to be able to support themself and go to work every day?  What's normal to you, would be a great luxury to them.  How would you like to know that when you are through with your body, instead of letting it just decay, you can give up to eight people new life?  It will cost you nothing yet it will be priceless for the recipient and those who love them.....and an encouragement to all who hear about it. After death you can continue to give life.  

Thank you all who have made the choice to be an organ donor.  It's a great way to continue the circle of life.  But don't let it be your little secret.....talk about it.  Let everyone know it is your choice.  In the event of your death, don't make those who love you and are grieving for you wonder what choice you would make.  Let them put your plan into action and get those organs to those who need them as soon as possible.

Also, tell the stories of people like Shane.  Start conversations.  Let those struggling with the decision know there is someone they can talk to about it.  I don't believe that organ donation should be done under any sort of compulsion, but instead because it is your choice.  One you believe in.  Because you want a great guy like Shane to live a life that is more full, more vital and full of hope.  So you can ease the fears of those who love them, like my amazing friend Becky and Shane's precious boy Caleb.  That body you were given....it was a temporary gift that will be of no use to you one day.  A beautiful and amazing creation.  Something that serves you well now.  When you no longer need it, perhaps it can serve others.

Love Month Revisited - Part 2 (Days 15-29)

Days 15-29 of my Love Month Facebook posts from 2012 (Remember it was Leap Year!)  Looking over these I realize they probably still give a pretty good idea of who I am and what I believe.

Day 15 of Love Month - I love balloonists! Yeah, I know you thought I only hung out with them because there were hot air balloons around and I am out to hitch a ride, but there is something special about the people who are behind the sport. They are adventurers who are obsessed with safety. They are the cool kids, who are actually really big nerds. And they are the Macgyver's of entertainment - they can create it from anything they have on hand.....and will as soon as they hear the words "weather hold." There are those who pilot and those who chase, but all are needed to help create magic moments in people's lives, whether it is a proposal, a check on the bucket list, or a lift in a heavy heart that sees them in action when they are having a bad day. So today..."May the winds welcome you with softness. May the sun bless you with its warm hands. May you fly so high and so well that God joins you in laughter and sets you gently back into the loving arms of Mother Earth." (Balloonist's prayer - author unknown) 

Day 16 of Love Month - I love a good thank you. I'm probably a bit nontraditional in the way I look at them. You don't need to write me a handwritten note afterward.....especially if it is anemic and obviously done only because it is the "proper" thing to do....but it is always good to know that you noticed you got the gift. I'm not an especially good gift giver, and I too have received gifts that miss the mark, but the thought that someone thought of you, and tried to acknowledge you and/or your special event, should always be noticed. (Trust me, that really bad gift may be a horrible result of a lot of hours of frustration and agony in someone's life...on your behalf.)

A verbal thank you is always good, a hug better.....but if you really appreciated it, remembering it with them at a later date is the best thank you ever. If someone gives you cash, does it just get lost in your wallet, or do you think of it as a chance to gift yourself courtesy of the gift giver? It's a good exercise for the recipient when it is spent thoughtfully, with thanks in your heart, and then the details shared with the gift giver later on. You know me.....I rarely give a gift just because it is expected (I try to do little just because it is expected.) I give it because I think the person or event is special and should be surrounded with joy. I've forgotten from time to time who gave me a certain thing that gave me immense pleasure and I hate that so much. I have missed the opportunity to thank them fully....and the opportunity to remember that they specifically have sprinkled my life with joy. 

Day 17 of Love Month - I love healers. Those who spend every day of their life trying to help us find solutions to what ails us and then make us feel better. Take those in the medical profession - sick people are not necessarily at their best, but they (usually) deal with their complaints and frustration with patience and caring. They use the best in medical science to cure bodies, and dole out comfort when they can't. They also deal with the anxious family members and friends who surround their patients, who are in a panic because someone they love is hurting or sick and they can't fix it themselves. They are expected to be gods of sorts, when they are just human beings (though sometimes they are used to make God-breathed miracles come true.) But there must always be a blanket of frustration covering them....as far as medical science has come, they don't know enough, and in an under-staffed and over-complicated system, they can't do enough.

There are other people in our lives who are also healers. They listen to our complaints and help us find solutions. It may be to change what we are doing, or it may be to look at things a whole new way. It may be kind words or hand holding that just helps us get through some of those bad times in life that we must endure. They sometimes pull off the band-aid and sometimes just kiss us and make us feel better. Medicine can fix a lot of things, but the greatest healing is the salve applied to the soul. Yea to the healers that do it! 

Day 18 of Love Month - I love people who love the one they're with. It's so easy these days to be tempted by technology. It entertains us and engrosses us as we explore what it can do and allows us to connect to people (those we know and those we don't know) like we never could have believed. But when that technology causes us to ignore those people who are actually around us, it is the ultimate dismissal ("diss" to my young friends.) Be it your smart phone, your absolutely amazing big ole widescreen hdtv, your computer.....they are all good things that become evil when they take precedence over people.

A virtual world can be so much fun. I'm an introvert by nature, so would be quite happy residing there. It connects me to some very cool and entertaining friends that live far away and captivates me with all that is available there. How great is it that I can play Scrabble with someone who lives in a different state....or country? But I wasn't created to live in a virtual world full time and though residing there may be easier for me sometimes, I have a responsibility to deal with the real one. Flesh and blood people were put around me for a reason, and they deserve my attention.

So let's not run away from reality and hide behind the technology. Yeah, we know you are so very popular that you are always in demand by people and things at the other end of that smart phone (your future's so bright, ya gotta wear shades), but take a minute, turn it off and look across the table. Snuggle with the person sitting next to you on the couch. Dance with the one who brung ya. Shouldn't they trump your technology? When you look at that screen you are making a choice....and sometimes that choice is to be insulting and rude to those who deserve something better. They deserve the attention of the flesh and blood you. So give them that attention. Or just go ahead and dismiss them from your presence outright.

Day 19 of Love Month - I love the church. I'm not talking about the buildings here, though some of them are absolutely magnificent and I personally can't help but worship God just by being in them. It reminds me of the most beautiful scenery God has created and I know he also had a hand in that craftsmanship. For me it is easy to worship the master of creation there. Still, as I have traveled the world and toured a lot of these churches, I have noticed that many of these awe-inspiring structures are almost empty when services begin. They have become little more than tourist sites. That's probably because people have gloried in the church building instead of exercising the power of the real church.

The real church is made up of the people, the Christian church by those who follow Christ. There is one commonality with Christian believers, we must believe and admit that we are sinners (Christians don't inherit their faith, as some would have you believe.) We have to strip ourselves naked (figuratively speaking, of course!) of the excuses and of convention (that would teach us to at least keep our clothes on) and say "Hey God, it's me. The real me. The ugly me. And I can't do it alone and don't want to do it alone. Can you join me and take over the controls?"

These people then become part of a body called a church. And when we don't forget our place, or our focus, or try to take over the jobs of others (such as the job of the Holy Spirit), it's an incredibly great thing to be a part of. It's alive and vital, and made up of people sharing what they have, looking out for the needs of each other, cheering each other on to do good things, and noticing that there is a world that needs the love of God.

Churches are made up of "sinners"....so if you are looking for a perfect one, you are by nature on a futile search. Being part of a church is in itself difficult. You have heard they are made up a lot of hypocrites. Yep, the first being me...the second being you. But join one that is trying and you get glimpses of people who are getting it right. Who are encouraging you to get it right. Who are loving passionately and purely and who are focusing on the will of God....not on the will of man. We're told that the church needs to meet together regularly... in other words we need to hang out with other people who believe in the same God we do.... to inspire us and to keep pointing us in the right direction. Because we have attention problems. We have many things that distract us. We get discouraged because we so often miss the mark and it causes us to get a bit wacky and spiral in the wrong direction. And when we are distracted and discouraged and spiraling out of control, our focus is clouded and we miss an amazing God at work. So it is good to have someone to put their arm around us and steady us and help us regain our focus. That is the real church at work. And while as a Christian you are allowed the freedom to opt out of being a part of it, know that in doing so your decision is not just about you. Someone may need your arm.

Day 20 of Love Month - I love when people are willing to be undignified for the sake of others. (Thanks Mike Madding!) Years ago my friends David and Alison Bowman and I led the youth group for a group of junior high (now called middle school...yeah, it was a while ago) kids at our church. It was time for one of our denomination's youth retreats and with Alison pregnant (that was why, right Alison? You didn't just desert us for no reason?) , Dave and I took the group to a retreat at Camp Bonclarken. It came time for the big Saturday night dance, a Bonclarken tradition. I've always hated that so many men are so reluctant to dance (OK, I often am too!) and I figured that middle school was the perfect time to force these kids out on the dance floor. Of course the kids, especially the boys, did not feel the same way and when I issued the edict (and those who know me know I do issue edicts sometimes) that all in our group would dance, it was met with a few groans. My friend Dave, who had never been the first one out on the dance floor (is that an understatement Alison?) knew that his participation was crucial and (maybe a bit reluctantly at first) got his body out on that dance floor. It was that night the animal line dance craze began. Oh, you missed that craze? The alligator was my favorite, I believe, but name an animal and we did the dance. All in our group participated enthusiastically and what could have been an awkward time sitting on the sidelines gave a group of kids (ours and those of other groups) confidence to cut loose. They realized that dancing is not that difficult.... and we all usually look a bit goofy doing it, but that can be fun. Probably there was no dignity whatsoever on that dance floor.... or maybe there was nothing but dignity. It was good!

I guess I could have used myself as an example here, since I endured David spitting in my face at a lock-in at about 4 in the morning for the entertainment of the kids/himself (lock-ins being a torturous activity enjoyed only by kids and rookie youth leaders, for those of you not familiar). But I don't want the nightmares to begin again.... 

Day 21 of Love Month - I love color blind people......and colorful people......and people who celebrate that they live their lives in a colorful world. I've never quite gotten the racism thing. I remained innocent that it even existed for most of the years I was growing up. Our schools were integrated....a little....and those of color were just other classmates to me. Then came college. I lived in a co-ed high rise dorm that had the highest minority percentage on campus. I had a black roommate for my first semester and many black friends. One night, during an election year, I was watching the news in a dorm lounge and a discussion started and escalated. I couldn't listen and not speak. I ended up in a conversation with an angry black man (he would describe me as a crazed white woman.) We cleared the lounge and talked loudly to a impasse. But we both listened. The next night the same thing happened. It got to be a habit. (And fewer people watched the news in the lounge because it was probably not pretty to watch.) The conversations were always loudly spirited and often raw. But we got beyond the rhetoric and developed respect for each other. I learned that my head had been in the sand about the ugliness of racism, the outward hatred many encounter and the even worse subtlety of it. It was wrong to continue to pretend not to notice or care just because I had never voluntarily participated. He learned that not everyone looks at life through racist glasses and all should not necessarily shoulder the blame for the actions of others. To paint all in that picture feeds anger, reinforces stereotypes and usually does not lead to positive solutions. It was an important part of our college education. We lost touch for a time and toward the end of my college years I saw him on a bus and sat down next to him. I noticed a kid's book on his lap. Turns out his current job was as a nanny for a white couple in my church.....who adopted orphaned children of every color of the rainbow from around the world. He was still passionate about racism, but no longer an angry black man. He was loving kids and teaching them to be color blind and celebrate being colorful. We laughed as we remembered our before and after. I have no idea where he is today, but I suspect that he is still changing the world, passionately and positively. I hope this crazed white woman is too. 

Day 22 of Love Month - I love people who can say no! Such a little word that you would think it would be easy to say, but so often it isn't. Refusing to learn it can get your life in an overwhelmed frenzy, and breed a lot of passive-aggressive behavior. I believe anyone has the right to ask me to do anything.....but I have the right to refuse. Even nice people. Even when it is something important that I believe in. Even when no one else is saying the same thing. I am learning I don't even need to give them an excuse. I may not totally understand it myself..... sometimes it is just no. There can be a danger in the word, though. Sometimes we get too good at saying it and forget to say yes on occasion. That can take us lead us into a dull and unchallenged life. Think before you answer the question....will it be no or will it be yes? The answer really is your choice....own it. And either answer can enrich your life and color your world. 

Day 23 of Love Month - I love freedom. It's so prevalent in our lives that sometimes we forget how much we have. Part of why I cherish it so much is that being a bit rebellious I have never done well with a lot of rules. From as far back as I can remember I felt like I was responsible for making my own decisions (my parents did not agree). I think I have also, however, always accepted that the privilege carried with it responsibility. Rules, laws, restrictions.....they tend to come because people can't handle freedom - they don't consider (or care about) the consequences to themselves or others, they don't want the responsibility it carries with it, and because they fear the perceived consequences. I've always loved the verse in I Corinthians that says "Everything is permissible, but not everything is beneficial." Freedom is such a glorious gift.... but is usually not free or without consequences.

Day 24 of Love Month - I love that someone beeped at me when I was texting while stopped at the stop sign. Really, I do! I was wrong, they were right and yeah.... sometimes you need to be reminded. Even when your first reaction is to be annoyed with them. No one had been behind me and they just sorta sneaked up on me. Which means one of us was not paying attention. Which you (OK, I) really shouldn't do when you (OK, I) have accepted the responsibility of driving a vehicle. And it's against the law, which I should be respecting (whether I agree with it or not...and in this case I do agree with it!!!) This person was not law enforcement....who could have given me a ticket. Which also would be right and who I also would have no right to be angry with.

I can justify it all I want by saying I was stopped and so no one could be injured....but personally when I start allowing myself small excuses like that, they seem to grow into large ones. So join me and let's just refrain from doing stupid and careless things.....especially when we drive vehicles of any kind and could injure other people, property or ourselves. Consider it a love tap when someone draws it to your attention!

Day 25 of Love Month - I love a good story teller. I think I have all my life. Most of my childhood was spent with a book in hand. Sometimes I had to hide from my mom who, though she fully supported her kids being readers, thought I did it a little too much and wanted to force me to go outside and play in the real world.

My favorite people in the world were those who can spin a good yarn. Especially about the most mundane things. And best yet when they are funny. I think these are the people who notice life more than anybody else and those who use the past to brighten the future. If I am going to be stuck in an elevator, standing in a long line at the grocery store, or waiting out cancelled flight after cancelled flight at an airport, I want to have a good story teller on hand. As I am pretty good at picking a book off a library shelf, I am pretty good at finding someone in real life who will entertain me with a story. As a result, I suspect I spend far fewer boring hours than the average person!

As I have gotten older, I have discovered a silver lining to the crazy and horrible things that happen in life.....they can lead to a story that can entertain for years. If I run into someone who is very odd, get lost in a foreign city and can't find anyone who speaks English, try a new activity that I think just may lead to disaster (and it does), have one of those days when I feel like I am living in an alternate universe....these are all are great stories in the making. And yeah, I hereby publicly admit I am going to tell them over and over.....so if you don't want to hear them (or tell me those of your own), my best advice is don't sit next to me! 

Day 26 of Love Month - I love religion. Not the rituals and things we do by rote because we think we have to, because we suspect someone is watching, because that is what we have been taught that "good" people do, or even because our church tells us that is what we are supposed to do. Living life that way is both simpler, but more complicated, as it requires a certain focus on things that are less about honoring God than honoring man (and since we spend more time with other people, knowing the rules of man is so much easier...or they would be if we all agreed on what the rules are!)

Instead, I think religion contains a different level of discipline when we take off our human glasses and look at life the way God does. Love the verses in James that say "Those who consider themselves religious and yet do not keep a tight rein on their tongues deceive themselves, and their religion is worthless. Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world." (James 1: 26-27, NIV) 

When someone asks me whether I am "religious" my response is always "So how do you define religion?" The answer to how religious I am in God's eyes probably would most often be an NI ("Needs Improvement" for those who went to school in a different era/area than me.) But as I continue "taking the class", I like how God has given me one don't (keep your tongue in check) and a couple of do's (hey Kim, look after orphans and widows in distress...and keep yourself from being polluted!) For someone like me being religious is not something that comes naturally, so it is definitely a good class for me to stay enrolled in for life and continue to practice the basics every day. And I will make an effort, because while I'm not there yet, one day I really want to make an O ("Outstanding") at being religious! 

Day 27 of Love Month - I love people who give away their stuff. Most of us can just take a look around us and we have been blessed upon blessed with beautiful and functional things....way more than we actually use. I tend to get attached to my things sometimes....or just plain lazy.....and disregard that while I may never use it again, it could be just what someone else needs. While I don't think most of us are called to a spartan life, I think it is a useful discipline to regularly give things away.

You can give away your time, your talents, and even give away parts of yourself.... blood, platelets, major organs. I once saw a sick friend through a transfusion process (before, during and after) and was amazed to see her go from a point near death to life again. It floored me to see just what a little blood can do for a person. Though I had already given blood before that time, I now think of the recipient as I give and pray that it brings them life as it did Mary. And I celebrate how very blessed I am with the gift of health. 

Then there is my friend Jen Denis who is an example of a giver extraordinaire. She read an article on organ donation and saw that people needed them. Realized she had two functioning kidneys, only needed one and someone else could use the other. She then found a website with profiles listed for people who needed kidneys and picked one, almost at random (if I recall correctly, the woman's son liked the same music as Jen's little brother.) And so she gave this woman hers. A stunning gift and a stunning way to live a life. I'm not yet at a place where I am willing to follow in her footsteps, but if Jen ever needs a kidney, I'll be first in line. Our world needs people like her around as long as possible.  

Celebrate all you have today....but take a moment to think "What can I give away?" 


Day 28 of Love Month - I love when people know when to get off the merry-go-round. You remember the merry-go-round, right? Not the carousel with the horses, but that piece of playground equipment that you would either sit daintily on when others spin it or jump on as you help spin it, and then you ride it until it slows down and stops or you jump off mid-ride.

There always seemed to be that rogue spinner that would spin it into oblivion when I was on it, and at some point fear would take over before I could jump off, and I would have to ride it to the point where I was dizzy. What happens when you get to that point? You don't walk straight, you run into things, get a stomachache and vomit on people's shoes. What began as something fun, controls you and what you do and ruins a perfectly good day.

Such are those things in our lives that spin us out of control. They always start out as innocent fun (and they can be innocent fun for some people, which makes them harder for us to identify when they are a problem for us), but one day we realize that they are interfering with the plans we had for our life, they are keeping us from being the people we want to be, and they are keeping us from doing the things we want to do. They interfere with us finding joy in life.....and often take away joy from the lives of the people around us.

There are all kinds of obvious culprits (such as alcohol, food, relationships), but there are some that aren't quite as obvious. Things like our commitments, involvement with other people, shopping, procrastination, living life in fear, living the life other people have chosen for us, and having passion for nothing. Things that others may not even notice....in fact, things others may actually appreciate about us and encourage....but we know that they are holding us back from really living our best life.

When our life is filled with joy and purpose (which it should be, regardless of our circumstances), we need to examine ourselves and find our Achilles heel - the thing(s) that takes us beyond the point of no return on that merry-go-round and makes us sick. Then we need to figure off how to make that merry-go-round stop and just get off. Maybe the merry-go-round isn't so great after all and we need to just stay away from it. Maybe we need to watch who's doing the spinning. And maybe our day would be more exhilarating and way more fun, if we just head to the monkey bars. 

Day 29 of Love Month - I love the perfection of the Trinity. God, the father - our Creator, who knows us to the crevices of our bodies and minds; God, the son - the sibling that protects us with his life even when he knows we are guilty; and God, the spirit - our best friend who stays with us always and continually whispers in our ear advice as to how we can live the glorious life especially created for us. God's 3 in 1, who knows us all, knew us before we were ever born, sees how we live, and still doesn't want to blow it all up and start again.

I'm a doubter by nature, and God certainly knows I doubt Him every day. But also every day, He patiently shows me He alone is worthy of my faith and confidence. You look at our amazing world, you look at the art that is its people, you look in the mirror at you.....and how can you doubt that there has to be something more than we can see and touch, something that is greater than what our minds can comprehend?

I've never had a difficult time seeing myself as someone who can't do it on my own, someone who lacks perfection. (Yeah, I know....you don't have difficulty seeing this in me either!) I don't hate this imperfection (or sin) nearly enough, so I greedily grab any grace that is offered! Others can't do that, and just wallow in their sin, refusing to easily accept the gift of forgiveness and grace so freely offered. We both have work to do. Surely a God that has provided for us so well deserves our honor and our respect and our trust. For us, it is a work in progress to get our part right.

God has told us that his yoke is easy and his burden is light (Matthew 11:30.) That's when we know we are doing something wrong....when life is not easy and the burdens are overwhelming, we are taking on the jobs of the Trinity. We are trying to do the jobs the Father, the Son, or the Spirit have perfected and have offered to do on our behalf. And we just can't do it all by ourselves.....we do not have that capability. Freedom comes when we just give up trying, step out of the way and let the Trinity get to work. We are changed when we stay focused and watch God at work....and allow ourselves to get excited by it all instead of complacent. We can be used by the Trinity, but never when it is our own idea. 

So on this Leap Day, I urge you to leap into the arms of the Trinity, freefall into the love, power and protection you will find there. Enjoy the gifts offered in full. Perfection is not required....and is not expected. The Trinity has that covered, too! ♥♥♥