the way the leaves keep falling.

Autumn comes late here in northern California. The trees are almost at their peak and tomorrow is already December.  Many of the leaves won't surrender until around Christmas, and it is not until early January that their branches are truly bare.

There's this couple of trees I pass on my way to Lucy's Mom's Day Out program.  They grab my attention every time.  I stopped at the side of the road and took a photo of them today.  Watching their leaves all aglow in gold, the way the ground surrounding their trunks is now gold as well, reminds me of this poem by my favorite poet, Linda Pastan.  I thought I'd share it with you...

The Way the Leaves Keep Falling

It is November
and morning--time to get to work.
I feel the little whip
of my conscience flick
as I stand at the window watching
the great harvest of leaves.
Across the street my neighbor,
his leaf blower already roaring,
tries to make order
from the chaos of fading color.
He seems brave and a bit foolish.
It is almost tidal, the way
the leaves keep falling
wave after wave to earth.

In Eden there were
no seasons, and sometimes
I think it was the tidiness
of that garden
Eve hated, all the wooden tags
with the new names of plants and trees.
Still, I am Adam's child too
and I like order, though
the margins of my poems
are ragged, and I stand here
all morning watching the leaves.

thank You.

Here are the things I'm thankful for this year...in no particular order...

--The Psalms!  I'm thankful that David was a basket-case.  I'm thankful He took the time to write such beautiful poetry, so full of angst and desperation and praise alike.  I'm thankful for this book of the Bible, perhaps more than any other, because it fills me with hope.

--Anything that helps me take life a little less seriously: late night Scrabble sessions with Chris, watching E! at the gym while I grind it out on the elliptical or treadmill (somehow, watching The Kardashians and Kendra makes me feel a little more grounded in reality in a bizarre sort of way, and Talk Soup makes me laugh so hard it hurts), listening to Rihanna or Linkin Park while I grind it out on the pavement, blasting the Glee soundtrack in my car and having sing along sessions with my girlz!

--I'm thankful for a quiet, simple, no-agenda Thanksgiving this year.

--The color of the leaves...they are most beautiful when they are dying.  I especially love the way they look on overcast days...the contrast of flaming orange against a gray sky...but they aren't too shabby against a bright blue sky either.

--The new Coldplay album, Mylo Xyloto.  Coldplay is like Bon Iver...puts me in a better mood every single time.  Bon Iver radio on Pandora is wicked!

--I'm thankful to be back in school, reading and writing poetry again.  I'm thankful that I even have the opportunity to do that.  I'm thankful for my Montgomery GI Bill.

--I'm thankful for Tess's preschool and Lucy's MDO program.

--I'm thankful for fall and winter, when the creative Lib comes back out to play.

--I'm thankful for all of my friends...old and new...life would not be worth living without you guys.

--I'm thankful for the way God is enlarging my heart in the waiting for Ren, even though it's hard, and even though being almost 12 months "pregnant" is really uncomfortable.

--I'm thankful that the first homemade apple pie I attempted this Thanksgiving didn't flop...it was a huge success.  I'm thankful for the simplicity of apple pie.

--I'm thankful for simplicity in general.

--I'm thankful for coffee, British tea, and Pinot Noir, and most of all, dear friends to drink it with.

--I'm thankful that Chris has a steady job.

--I'm thankful for my parents and my whole family.

--I'm thankful for my Honda Pilot...particularly the built in DVD player, which keeps the girls quiet and resultantly keeps me sane.

--I'm thankful for Instagram and Pandora and modern technology in general.

--I'm (sometimes) thankful that I'm not in control of my life.

--I'm thankful for my husband...dude, he is the greatest blessing of all.  I'm also thankful for the "thanksgiving omelet" he just made...stuffed with stuffing, turkey, cheese and cranberries.

--I'm thankful for God's provision.

--I'm thankful for changing seasons...in all aspects of life.

--I'm thankful for Linda Pastan, Sharon Olds, Robert Hass, and Billy Collins...my favorite contemporary American poets who bring me so much pleasure.

--I'm thankful for Post-It notes, the blogosphere, the way it gets dark by 5pm, and the new Chick-Fil-A that opened up in Fairfield.

--I'm thankful for my incredible girlies...they are a precious gift.  I try to be thankful for the high-pitched squeals of my almost-two-year-old's tantrums...they keep me relying upon God for patience and strength.

--I'm thankful for hand sanitizer.

--I'm thankful for retail therapy with girl friends.

--I'm thankful for hot bubble baths and clean water.

--I'm thankful for SLEEP when I find it.

--I'm thankful for modern medicine.

--I'm thankful for dark chocolate.

--I'm OH-SO-THANKFUL for Crossroads, our church here in CA!  I'm thankful for our pastors, for Sean and Carly, for CR, my sponsor, and for the authentic women who are part of our church.

--I'm thankful even for the hard things in life...stress...loss...grief...sleepless nights...keeps me clinging to God.

"It is good to give thanks to the Lord,

And to sing praises to Your name, O Most High:

To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning,

And Your faithfulness every night."

Psalm 92:1-2

what are you thankful for this year?

striver.

This morning I was reading in Ecclesiastes and several thoughts sprang to mind, particularly as I read these verses:

"For what has man for all his labor, and for the striving of his heart with which he has toiled under the sun?  For all his days are sorrowful, and his work burdensome; even in the night his heart takes no rest.  This also is vanity.  Nothing is better for a man than that he should eat and drink, and that his soul should enjoy good in his labor.  This also, I saw, was from the hand of God."  Eccl 2.22-24

Even in the night his heart takes no rest.  This is familiar territory for me.  Since this summer, I've felt God whispering, or perhaps even yelling,

"Lib...chill out!  Take a rest.  Come be with Me and just breathe."

I knew I was in trouble when even after desperately striving to find rest, I couldn't do it!  How's that for irony?

The more I sought to do this, the more I realized how restless my heart is and has been for a long time.  In the past I have told my mom that she needs to chill out and stop striving so hard for everything. And now, here I am, eating my own words, realizing that this apple has not fallen far from the tree.

Sometimes I wonder if reacting to crises in my life comes easier for me. Someone once said that living through a crisis is easy...it's the day to day living that is more difficult to survive. As I've reflected upon my life over the past years, it has been one sort of "crisis" after the next...all the moving, the military, the deployments, the babies, the miscarriages, etc. There has always been something "just around the bend" to keep my heart and mind occupied and striving towards.  

Even this adoption was a crisis of sorts.  When we started praying about it, there was a tremendous sense of urgency about the whole thing. We have to do this and do it NOW! And while I firmly believe that God has called us to do this, I also believe my mind took the entire endeavor a step further by thinking that it was up to me to save the orphans, that I must work tirelessly to fill the gaping abyss of need in this world, and that God desperately needed me to do this work.

What I have come to see over the past months, in the drudgery of daily living and the discomfort of waiting, is that God doesn't need me to do anything.  He is God and I am human...a human child of God that needs rest and sleep and food and play and exercise.  He did not create me to strive to make right all the wrongs of the world, and when I strain to do that, I'm arrogantly ignoring the glorious sacrifice He made by giving up His own son. I'm denying my own powerlessness, and this denial keeps me from living in the reality that He is God and I am not.  He graciously chooses to use me to carry out incredible plans within His kingdom...but it's not all up to me.  On the contrary, not much of anything is up to me.  And thank God for that, because I am starting to embrace that there is great freedom in this realization.  I am starting to understand that there is perhaps more to learn about Him in the dailiness of life than there is on the spiritual mountaintop or the valley of crises.

I mean, seriously, how can I compete with this?  

I woke up to this view out of our kitchen window a few months ago.
As Anne Lamott would say, God was being a bit "show-offy."

***

In the book I'm currently reading, The Quotidian Mysteries, Kathleen Norris writes:

"Is it not a good joke that when God gave us work to do as punishment for our disobedience in Eden, it was work that can never be finished, but only repeated, day in and day out, season upon season, year after year?  I see here not only God's keen sense of humor, but also a creative and zestful love.  It is precisely these thankless, boring, repetitive tasks that are hardest for the workaholic or utilitarian mind to appreciate, and God knows that being rendered temporarily mindless as we toil is what allows us to approach the temple of holy leisure."

Or, in the lyrics of Chris Martin: "Everything I do, it just comes undone...yeah that's the hardest part."

***

I am coming to understand that resting in God is a choice.  It requires that I surrender myself completely to His will and purposes, which is mutually exclusive with striving, worrying, and "chasing after the wind."  Resting in God runs parallel to living in the moment, embracing the work at hand, especially that work which doesn't produce visible and lasting results.

The fourth chapter of Hebrews is a convicting place for me to go with all of this.  I stumbled upon...or rather was graciously led to it...several months ago...ironically during a sleepless night in Las Vegas.  The whole chapter is incredible, but for now I will quote verses 9 and 10:

"There remains therefore a rest for the people of God.  For he who has entered His rest has himself also ceased from his works as God did from His."

God is not above rest...so why should I be?  I'm coming to realize that resting in God is a way of life...one that is not devoid of mental, emotional, and spiritual discipline.  It requires a near constant surrender of my thoughts and feelings to God's truth, which at this point, can often feel more uncomfortable than restful, but I'm hoping that won't always be the case. 

What do you find yourself striving for?

serenity.

Can you hear the crickets?

I know it's been quiet around here lately.

I know I've fallen off the face of the earth. I know I have not returned a lot of emails and that I've generally been an unsatisfactory friend over the past couple months. Please accept my apology and know that I hope to start resurfacing at some point in the near future.

What I will say for now is that I've needed a lot of solitude and space to start working through some personal stuff...that I've needed to retreat to the "wilderness" in order to get on the mat with God and start really working through these things.

About two months ago I attended a womens' conference at our church. Our speaker talked about the story of the woman in the gospels who had been bleeding for years on end (can you imagine being on the rag for 12 years!?!) and no one could help her. She had seen every doctor around and NO ONE could heal her. Jesus was her last resort. So, she went to find him.

When she found Him, Jesus was on his way to help a twelve year old girl and the multitudes were following Him. This woman cut through the crowds, thinking, if I could just touch his garment, I will be healed. We can imagine this woman weaving through the multitudes of people, trying to get closer, stepping on feet, elbowing people, trying to create enough space to get to Christ. She finally reached Him and touched his robe and was immediately healed.

Christ felt it too.

He felt the power go out of His body and He said "Who touched me?" (Luke 8:45) Then he said it again. Even though Jesus was in a crowd and was being poked and prodded by the multitudes, something about this woman's touch was different and Jesus felt it. He said, "Somebody touched Me, for I perceived the power going out from Me." (v46)

The woman was trembling and fell down before Him and told Him why she touched Him and how she was healed. And Jesus said,

"Daughter, be of good cheer, your faith has made you well.  Go in peace."

This woman believed in Christ and she was willing to put her life on the line for this belief. She was willing to look like a fool for this belief, and she knew she needed to create enough space in the crowd in order to be able to reach Him and touch Him.

As our speaker shared this story with us she asked us what spaces we are creating in our lives in order to experience Christ. Because in order to experience Him, other things usually need to go.

So, I suppose I share this story because, 1) I have needed to create more space in my life in order to allow God to be what I need Him to be for me, and 2) I want for Christ to feel MY touch.

He's revealing to me how much I've longed for other fallible human beings to fill my longings and provide my healing. And while He most certainly provides an uplifting and encouraging body of Christ, skilled physicians, experienced counselors, and loving family to help us along life's journey, these people alone still aren't enough. Their approval, affirmation, advice, understanding, expertise, encouragement, opinions, love, and wisdom aren't enough. They can't make right what's been wronged in my life, they can't save me, and they can't hand me my identity on a silver platter.

God is asking me to look down the long, dark alley of my own neediness and to find Him at the end.  He's asking me to trust that He'll start putting some street lights all along that alley, shining light and life where a lot of confusion, fear, and darkness has been.

He's asking me to ESTEEM HIM ABOVE ALL ELSE. To love Him more than I love anything in this life. He's asking me to face reality, to grieve, to grow up, and to allow Him to parent me, love me, and provide for my needs in ways I've never believed He could. He's also teaching me how to love and parent myself, to listen to my wants and needs, and to shelf the self-loathing that's felt familiar and comfortable for years and years.

The process has been slow and painful--recovery and change comes slowly--but I am starting to see progress, and I am starting to experience peace and serenity in some places.

It has been really hard waiting for Ren, but I feel like this waiting time has been a merciful gift from God, allowing me time to get my head and heart in a good place. God is showing me that the more I surrender my life to Him and the more I take good care of myself, the more equipped I will be to take good care of my children, including Ren, and all of those I love. I will love them because God loves me and I love myself, not because I want or need them to give me something or fill up the empty reservoir of my soul.

Love thy neighbor as thyself.  That means I need to love "thyself."

Anyhow, this is where I'm at. This is where I've been. This is why I have not been very present in every-day life. A massive renovation or priorities has been taking place in the home of my psyche and spirit, and the demolition has left me void of much to give.

I'm gonna end with a prayer that has ministered to my heart over the past month. You will probably recognize the first four lines--it is very well-known--but the rest of this prayer has really spoken to me when I'm anxiously and desperately clamoring to regain control of various aspects of life. For me, this prayer is steeped in reality and invites me to ACCEPT REALITY, to live in the MOMENT, and to continually SURRENDER my life to God...

Prayer for Serenity


God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time,
enjoying one moment at a time;
accepting hardship as a pathway to peace;
taking, as Jesus did,
this sinful world as it is,
not as I would have it;
trusting that You will make all things right
if I surrender to Your will;
so that I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with You forever in the next.
Amen.


--Reinhold Niebuhr

I hope you all are well.  Thanks, as always, for your love, prayers, and support.

Orphan Sunday is HERE.

Today is Orphan Sunday!  

"A father of the fatherless, a defender

of widows,

Is God in His holy habitation.

God sets the solitary in families;

He brings out those who are bound 

into prosperity;"

--Psalm 68:5-6

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