History has its eyes on us.

Written Friday July 8, 2016 following these heartbreaking events.

I’ve often wondered if people living in a historically significant time know it while they’re living it. I’ve wondered if they see the story arc rising out of the smoke, the broken buildings, the damaged lives, or from the the victories, the great leadership moves, the acts of bravery and sacrifice.

I used to wonder if I was living in a time that would show up in history books as being remarkable. I read about all the significant moments textbooks could carry forward. I saw notable events in other parts of the world… the falling of a wall, the end of a regime. But in our own country, aside from ever-present political and economic tugs-of-war, all seemed merry and bright.

Rule-making

A strange thing happens when you’re a parent.

You find yourself saying the most unimaginably crazy things.

“No one shall use the phrase ‘Your mom’ as a snarky retort.”
(i.e. ‘oh yeah? your MOM hasn’t done her homework’)

In my hands.

Today I am on the verge of being consumed,
worrying about things not done.
Things that can’t be paid for.
Decisions not yet made.
Kids that I am parenting badly.
Things I am pursuing too hard.
Things I am not pursuing hard enough.
Things we’re not doing.
Things we are doing.

As is often the case, I push away the things that could help me,
like… oh, you know…. people. relationships. God.
It’s a super healthy response. And I fall into non-action.

The logic of trust.

While tucked away on vacation, staring out at this waterfront view, a verse from the book of Isaiah started to bother me.

Isaiah 26:3
You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast,
because they trust in you.

Joplin still needs us.

It’s a post-apocolyptic movie set…
It was put through a blender…
It looks like it was always messy…
It looks like no one could have survived.

Joplin still needs our help.