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Permission to Feel

What strategies do you use to process your painful emotions? Can you label them? Do you know what sadness feels like? Do you know how fear feels? What does anger do to your insides? Sad, mad, glad, and fear. Those are often considered the four basic categories of emotions.

Labeling is the first step. A few of us had parents who taught us to label feelings, with all their nuances. Google “feeling word lists” to help identify emotions. That’s first. Labels help us know what we’re dealing with.

What’s the next step? Finding a way to give ourselves permission to feel the feeling. Actually, sometimes, permission is the first step. It’s possible to be so unaware that we either don’t feel much of anything or the emotion slips by with almost no awareness. Emotional health starts with permission to feel.

After permission comes expression. But if we’ve not been given permission previously, our expression may be out of bounds. Over-the-top angry, like I was once with my daughter when she dawdled over homework. Throwing our children across the room is not what I mean.

Stopping, finding a pen and paper and putting my feelings into words would have helped both me and my girl. Stopping, going for a walk around the block, talking to Jesus about how I felt would have helped. Asking my husband for a long hug would have calmed me down.

Feeling emotion–anger, tears, or fear–may seem tricky. But we can learn healthy ways to express ourselves. Studying emotional health helps. Google Peter Scazzero, Minirth and Meier, and Cloud and Townsend. Emotions are part of being made in the image of God. We are meant to feel them, within God’s bounds.

Father, we need your wisdom and your self-control. 

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Thanksgiving, A to Z

 Nantucket Rose hips, beach copy

Papa-God,

You who are from the beginning and who have no end, I thank you at this time of thanksgiving for apple crisp and broccoli, for cabbage and dandelions. I love your egrets and your falcons inspire me. Your goodness surrounds me. Honesty and imagination join to create your joy in my heart. Kindness and love meld my spirit with yours. Nothing will ever separate me from you.

It is love that made the world with a word. Thank you. Nothing compares with you. Only your promise is worth living for. Thank you for quince and rose hips on the Nantucket beach. Thanks for sound, and for tulips. Under each piece of your creation, your beat goes on. Thank you for ears to hear.

Thank you for making us valuable, in your image. For forever counting us worth what we cost. "Who for the joy set before him, endured the cross." We are that joy. Along with xylophones, yeast, and zebras. I await the day when all creation will rise to worship.

I am waiting, with hope. You will come, with joy. Thank you.

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Long-Standing Shelters

How long do you expect the house you live in to stand? I walked by a twenty-year-old Cape Cod this morning, already looking shabby. Our hundred year old bungalow, with lots of loving attention, looks better.

A key difference is the materials. The Cape Cod is sided in vinyl, our cottage is painted redwood, the narrow boards typical of the early 1900s. I've not been in that particular Cape Cod, but others of the same vintage feature plastic interior trim. Patterned with wood grain, they look like the real thing, but they will not hold up like the four-inch-wide painted pine with shaped trim that many older houses boast. Both our roofs are architectural shingles-that's one good thing that will protect both our domiciles from our Central Illinois spring hail storms. 

In 1910 our house was built for railroad workers. We're the middle of three that look alike from the outside, but are different inside. What's similar, though, is the material quality. Even so, at that time, the standard, for example, of wood flooring was 5/8" thick oak. Though all 900 square feet are oak, the thickness is 3/8", thick enough for only the one sanding we did when we moved in more than thirty years ago. But it's been enough to support families for a hundred years.

St. Paul says we need to pay attention to our building materials. (1Corinthians 1:12) He's speaking specifically of our building into other's lives, but how we build our own lives counts, too. How can we build into others what we have not constructed in our own?

How do we teach our children to pray if we don't pray? How do we help others grasp the tender, fierce, love of Papa-God if we don't know it ourselves? What materials can we use to help others erect strong walls against sin if our walls are made of paper?

I want to build a house that will be a legacy for generations, don't you? Let's ask God to show us the quality of our materials. Then, if we need to, we can ask him for better defenses from the hail of temptations and lies that often assault us.

Papa, build with us the shelters we need. 

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How the Mighty Have Fallen

Yahoo News reports on Bernie Madoff's court appearance:  "In court Thursday, Madoff — a dapper figure, dressed in a charcoal-gray
suit, with swept-back, wavy gray hair — said he began the scheme during
the last recession, when 'I felt compelled to satisfy my clients'
expectations, at any cost.' He did not put his investors' money into
the market, as he claimed. Instead, it was a Ponzi scheme, or a pyramid, in which early investors are paid off with money taken in from later ones.

'When I began the Ponzi scheme I believed it would end shortly and I
would be able to extricate myself and my clients from the scheme,' he
said. 'However, this proved difficult, and ultimately impossible, and
as the years went by I realized that my arrest and this day would
inevitably come.'"

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," soon-to-be-king David proclaims three times in the first chapter of 2 Samuel, referring to King Saul's death. Mr. Madoff and Saul had some characteristics in common. Fear of people, most notably. Madoff "felt compelled" to give his clients what they demanded. Saul was "afraid of the people" (1Samual 15:24) and thereby disobeyed God's clear command to utterly destroy an enemy, including all their livestock.

Saul compounded his disobedience by insisting to the priest, Samuel, that the sheep Saul had spared were to be sacrificed to Yahweh. But Saul replied, "To obey is better than sacrifice." (1Samuel 15:22)

How often our disobedience is inspired by our fear of people. We want to please others rather than God. We step just a bit out of bounds and think we can pull ourselves back when we need to. We'll ask for forgiveness afterwards.

We may not be the "mighty," but we, too, can fall. Unlike Mr. Madoff, we may not take so many down with us. We may not impact a nation, like Saul's disobedience. But people are watching us. Our children, our church friends, our neighbors, even random people in the world. And in this age of social networking, our impact can extend farther than we might imagine.

Obedience matters. It matters that we stay inside the boundaries God has drawn. We choose to believe honesty wins over deception. We choose to believe obedience is better than asking forgiveness. We work towards faithfulness in every area. Disobedience is shaky ground. Just look at Saul or ask Mr. Madoff.

Father, we need your enabling to obey. May we see that obedience to your commands leads to a stable life.

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Tech Boundaries

Karen has not left the building for three days now. I'm okay, though. Really. I'm evenly balanced between introvert/extrovert. Time alone is good time and people time works, too. We have a regular Thursday night dinner with our next-door neighbor that's expanded to include two other friends. They all braved the near-zero temperatures last night. I got out of the computer chair long enough to cook. I pulled out frozen turkey in broth from Thanksgiving. Adding peas, julienned summer squash, and seasonings made a soul-warming soup. With cornbread, made from grain Jerry ground, and pumpkin custard with whipped cream (light), it satisfied our hunger. The company satisfied my extrovert side. She was getting a little hungry.

Not that I couldn't have satisfied that hunger in a dozen different ways. There are all kinds of people I could connect with online, if I wanted to make the effort. Chat rooms abound, I guess. I've hardly investigated them. I could call friends to chat on the phone. I could text, email, or fax. Actually, the technology surrounding me is a little overwhelming. Facebook, for example. I'm "on Facebook," as they say. Only because I got an invitation through Facebook a couple of years ago and didn't know I could have responded without joining. So, I'm on, but I haven't had time to understand it. I think I've set this blog up now so entries will get sent to Facebook. We'll see.

How are you doing with technology? Feeling overwhelmed yet? Aren't all these options and possiblities just a little too much? What an opportunity for us to establish clear boundaries and not let ourselves get overrun. If you have strategies to keep technology in it's place–servant rather than master–post a comment, will you?
Looking forward to hearing from you. And, hi to my friends on Facebook, if indeed you can see this. :)

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