Thursday, December 3, 2015
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Sunday, May 10, 2015
My mom is a cheerleader.
i heard stories about her cheering when she was in school.
i witnessed her cheer for my sisters' track meets, soccer and basketball games when i was growing up.
And she cheered for me and my teams during my games.
Maybe every insecure junior higher thinks her parent is the loudest cheerer in the stadium...
But i heard my mom cheer louder than every other person out there.
Even louder than the coach.
And i needed those shouts of encouragement.
In my adolesent ultra-awareness i feared that my mom's cheering would draw attention to the fact that i hadn't started the game, or that i wasn't the fastest runner, or the most confident player.
When i wanted to disappear after dropping a pass or missing a shot my presence was illuminated by emphatic cheers to shake it off and reassuring encouragement that i'd get it the next time.
My mom's cheering left no place for me to hang my head and hide.
Her cheering opened up all the space i needed to try again,
until i got better.
Maybe i never became the best player on the team, but i pushed forward to achieve my goals and realize that improvement in itself was a challenge worth pursuing.
i didn't know it then, but i needed my mom to cheer the loudest,
because i felt the smallest.
My mom's cheering was an undeniable sign that she thought more of me than i was convinced was there.
It proved to me that she saw value in me when i couldn't see it.
i needed a fan.
i needed a cheerleader.
i needed my mom.
And i still do.
She now cheers for me as a wife and mother and just for being me.
And when i feel like i'm failing as a mom, or struggling as a wife, or just not so sure of myself in general...
my mom is my cheerleader.
"Her children rise up and call her blessed. Her husband also praises her: “Many women are capable, but you surpass them all! ” Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord will be praised." Proverbs 31:28-30
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Tuesday, February 10, 2015
What a silly, empty wind we chase named "beauty."
Our shackled eyes see through lenses of fear,
and we wrongly assume everyone else's eyes see the same.
Nothing, besides other humans, do we seek to label in this way.
Straining to force individuals into a pre-determined mold we call "beauty."
Imagine the futility of wasting our God-given time,
searching through the woods to compare & lable the trees.
Judging and belittling until one alone stood as the
For how can one tree be more beautiful than the others?
Each one shaped by God...
Shining with glorious color in the autumn.
Baring their strength in winter.
Heralding signs of new life in spring.
Offering rich brightness & shade in the summer.
We decorate the prickly ones,
swing on the large ones,
tenderly care for the small ones,
& dream under them all.
It is, in fact, the uniqueness of the individual trees arranged as a group that creates the beauty of the forest.
Beauty of one is not threatened by the beauty beheld in another.
Each beauty is extremely different
A sturdy bouquet of the creativeness of God.
Do we dare to believe that God displays even more beauty in each & every person whom He has dreamed up?
Those He personally knit together in His own image?
Are we brave enough to reject such a deep seeded lie that there is a competition in which we are all pitted against one another...
a belief that our worth is at stake?
For that truly is a lie.
Let us stop the tired comparisons
that harm ourselves & every other person,
and stand together...