Run The Race

This blog post will probably not be well put together - but my brains about to explode because I need to  put this in front of you before it's too late!  Sounds a little dramatic I know, but if I don't share it with you now - when it happens, people may not believe me.  With this post, I risk sounding absolutely nuts, but I can't wait to tell you this! Before I tell you the recent story, I have to back up to August 2011 - before losing Elliot, before losing my Mom, before the adoption process, etc. I have WILD dreams - most of them amount to nothing, but occasionally I have one that I know means something without a doubt.  In Aug 2011, I had this dream that I was grieving because I had been trying to share how real God is with someone who just could not accept it.  There I sat on the floor in this lake house with 6 strings, all yarn, before me - 3 black and 3 white.  I contemplated God's will, and I began to pray, "God, without me laying a hand on these black s

[Your] headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.   The Waiting Place...  for people just waiting . Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow, or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting . Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for the wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting , perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting . Excerpt from "Oh, the Places You'll Go" by Dr.  Seuss Sometimes, while in a season of waiting for something really important, it seems as if everything becomes a game of waiting.  For us, in regards to the adoption (it has been almost 1.5yrs since we signed the papers for our son), we try not to put our whole

My husband often shares this wonderful analogy involving an egg, carrot and tea (some great philosopher may have given this analogy first, but since I've only heard my husband say it, I will give him credit). If exposed to boiling water... The egg gets HARD The carrot gets  Soft But the tea... the tea instead changes the water. When all three items are exposed to the same environment, a boiling pot of water, they are all impacted, but only the tea makes a difference to that which is surrounding it. Such are are our hearts at times. Much of what goes on in this world - in our homes, communities, schools, churches, jobs - will have an impact on us... sometimes our experiences are good, but at times they expose us to the pot of boiling water. What is your pot of boiling water? Sometimes the impact of the boiling water seems like too much or that it has gone on far too long, so how do we become like the tea where we can make a difference rather than our circu