February 2007

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Just…thanks Everyone, here and on my Backporch Blog at xanga. With desperation waning into deep reflection for growth, we’re not foolish enough to think that this lesson is over. Nor are we foolish enough to believe that any of our recent blessings are the result of our own hand, but rather the intercession of friends and readers on our behalf and we humbly thank you for continuing to journey with us and selflessly remembering us to the Father. Looking ahead, we know also that this Journey is far from over. There’s ALWAYS implementation of lessons learned after the learning. That’s God’s way of seeing if we were paying attention. Will we remain diligent? How will He use it to minister? We don’t know. We covet your prayers, not for blessings (although we want that too, hear me God?) but for our growth and correction and for His plan for our lives whatever that looks like…and whatever it looks like, WE’RE IN. Whatever it looks like, you’re also likely to know about it, because we need you. MESSY is a waste unless it’s shared. We’re handing out Wet Wipes at the door, you probably got some on you. To our community of Faith…we love you. To those who found us, weighed us and found us wanting…your powers of deduction are correct and…we don’t mind.

To my husband, my Warrior whose only advice to me is ever “keep it real”. Good, bad and ugly, YOU completely rock my world my friend. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else but you…

and lastly to someone else who also GETS me and I’m not entirely sure that’s a compliment…

Happy Birthday Deana! I’m grateful for your friendship, your authenticity and some of the best off-line conversation. We appreciate the encouragement from you and Steve so much.

YOU are an amazing woman. Hope you beat Steve bowling tonight! :)

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Dance On Deana!

I have to say that as I continue to post about this journey (See Feb. 19 for beginning), I fight feelings of self-consciousness. Every. Single. Time. I know this is a very personal look into our lives and it’s extremely uncomfortable. I have thoughts that these posts are toooo personal, they’re boring, they’re all about me/us. ME ME ME, I I I, whine, whine, whine…it makes us vulnerable to being judged as well. If you have no spiritual interest in this mud we’re trekking through, please click on by. This is not about us, it’s about a journey. It’s meant to share what we’re learning, to encourage You and to glorify God Our Provider, Jehovah Jireh.

…the rain falls on the just and the unjust. Matthew 5:45 

We can sow all the right seeds, we can have all the right “laws of attraction” in place but at one time or another, the rain WILL fall on the just as well as the unjust. That is the law of Jehovah Jireh who wrote every other law of provision. Period. In answer to a couple of questions, no, I don’t think we’re being punished. And no, I don’t think we’re going through this because we were thinking on some negative plane. I think it’s nothing other than this…to draw us closer to Him and for our growth.

…be prepared in season and out of season… 2 Timothy 4:12

Who am I to worry about what people will think of me? We can’t be the only ones going through stuff like this. I’m not going to pretend I’m something I’m not. This is us and we’re ugly right now. So be it.

Now, if you’re not completely bored out of your skull…come along on to the next leg of this journey…you won’t believe it.

It has been 12+ weeks since we’ve sold a house. While that’s a long time, our journey began much longer ago than that only we didn’t recognize it. We were thinking about it yesterday and it has been more than 20 years since I have gone that long without selling a house. Wow. A phenomenon to me, that except for gas and groceries which I use my debit card for, I have had the same $4 in my wallet for 9 days. I am so stinking proud of that! No Starbucks. No cozy lunches with friends, no waters on the go, no carry out. All preplanned and packed before we leave the house. I am suddenly cognizant of individual $1 dollars, not individual $10 or individual $20 disappearing from my wallet. I can’t tell you what an awakening, what an experience this whole journey is. I wish you knew every little confirmation, every directional arrow that is appearing daily. You are getting mere cliff notes, soundbites. It’s that rich.

YESTERDAY…we Sold not 1, not 2 but 3 Houses (I don’t know what kind of punctuation to put at the end of this statement. ?, …, or !!! It is just too amazing to me.)

and we’re pretty close to an agreement on a 4th. I don’t even know how to respond to that. We got home kind of late last night and I was really tired after yesterday. I took some time to be reflect in gratitude and I immediately felt myself begin to relax with this Simplicity journey. The thought crossed my mind for a split second, that I can stop this process of purging.  I grabbed that thought and immediately took it hostage and interrogated the truth out of it. Then I refocused again. This journey is nowhere near over for me/us, but wow…what a change. It’s the same scenery but the view is vastly different from here.

It’s like climbing the face of a big rock and finally getting to a plateau where you can stop, measure your progress and enjoy the view while rebinding your wounds. The air is cleaner, the sun is brighter, ok, it is still scary and it still hurts a little but wow, what a view! I GET it. I get the message. This journey is about much more…so much more.

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I can see where I’ve come from and I wonder why I stayed there so long; but I’m far enough now on my journey that I can also see the summit. Not in terms of some financial windfall that will deliver me from this symptom, but in terms of right-mindedness about things. The summit still looks a long way off but today, I’m grateful for the break.

We’re open to any wisdom you may have for us in this journey or to hear any that this journey is speaking into yours. For the record, I still don’t like this place one bit but as friends advised us…

“drink deeply of this experience”.

Yes, we are, we think that’s wise counsel.

Belay UP!

Everyone has Stuff. It may just look…different.

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Conversation in PuRgInG at our house:

I love this, I want to keep this…

We’re supposed to be purging not rediscovering…

Whose is this? Is this ours?

What is this thing?

and my personal favorite…

isn’t there another part to this?

 

I’m pretty sure I have emotional baggage.

I wonder if there are shoes to match?

 

 

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Know how I posted about wanting to know where my money is going/has gone and how we went to that financial seminar and all of that? Yeah well, little did I know that was only the beginning.

First, at the risk of sounding all pompous…

but necessary as a point of reference, Roger and I are self employed. We sell houses. We generally close 4-5 houses a month. The average agent carries 4-7 listings, we have over 20 at the moment, which means: a) our clients are WELL taken care of because we work our @$$ off and b) we do ok financially. But a funny thing has happened since I asked God to show me where our money is gong each month. He has not sent us one red cent. Notta dima, my new latin phrase for no money! Count the weeks…I have. Over and over again. 11 so far. 11 weeks without selling a house. 11 weeks with no income. Thankfully, we had saved an emergency fund. 3 months personal expenses and 3 months business expenses. I just paid my last bills out of that emergency fund and March is coming. I have $777.40 left in our checking account. Let’s just say, that won’t support March. I wonder what we’ll do? I have payroll, I have health insurance due plus the regular stuff like oh…gas and food.

God has a great sense of humor…

Ironically, I’m attending an awards banquet in honor of my “success” in 2006 next week. Is that hilarious? Only God does stuff like this…which gives me comfort in an odd sort of way. It reminds me that He is in control. So I share this adventure with you. Why? Because this is my life. A crazy ride full of wrestling and wonder. Like I wonder how I’ll pay my bills next month.

 

I need to say before you feel sorry for us…Don’t. We are blessed. We own 3 houses we can sell and we could bail ourselves out withdrawing from investments but wouldn’t that defeat the purpose of this pain? Wouldn’t that be circumventing God in some way? You don’t know how hard I’ve wrestled with this question.

I have lost sleep, I have nearly hyperventilated with fear, neither have helped. however the three xanax I’ve taken this month did. But it didn’t fix anything either.

So last week I prayed…

that I would just submit to this lesson. Here’s what I discovered while I was trying to pray it. I want to want His will but I don’t really. or didn’t. I mean who really wants to go through the refiner’s fire? So last Thursday in the middle of the night I was up asking God what he wants of me. I GIVE. I’m willing. Whatever it is he can have it. “Whatever” he said? “Yes, whatever you want” I answered.

Friday, I took a microscopic look at our outflow…

I canceled all of our telephone land lines, canceled cable tv, netflix and tivo, any subscriptions, we laid off our twice a month housekeeper Nancy, who is my right arm as well as a good friend. She keeps my asthma under control with her impeccable dusting, wiping, cleaning abilities. I returned to the store everything I had ever purchased that was possible to still return. I raised the deductables on my homeowners insurance. I bought the store brand of chunky soup that is $1 a can. We ate every single solitary meal from home this week and not a leftover went to waste. We popped popcorn for dog treats instead of the beef-basted nugget they’re used to getting. Hey, everyone is feeling the pain around here.

Everything is up for grabs….

We went through the house and garage and asked the hard questions of ourselves. What are we willing to give up? I cried. I’m such a baby. I cried that I’m here in this place but I didn’t cry from a place of sorrow. Ok, I cried at the thought of selling my Harley too.

Roger gave up…

his hockey league and his boat. We’re selling one of our 3 motorcycles and the other two if it comes to that. The commercial dome hockey table is going too. I’m clipping coupons. I. ME. am clipping coupons. Funny, when did I stop? I used to clip them all the time. My fancy face cleanser is almost gone, it will be Ponds for me!

The hardest part?…

we had to hold the Shack up with open hands. It’s God’s, he can have it if he wants it. And he just might want it. Friday was a hard day and our “let-go” list is long but the longer it got, the easier it was.

In prayerfully examining…

the outflow Friday and then canceling/letting go of some things, I shaved $435.00 off my monthly expenses! AND there’s more to be had if necessary. Friday, day before yesterday seems like it was a month ago. Friday we made a commitment to rediscover simplicity and to respect every dollar God gives us. Saturday, we got an offer on a house we have listed. Hmm…imagine that…after 11 weeks.

Come along if you want to learn with me…but it won’t be pretty. I’m not so good at this stuff. It’s not going to get me nominated into sainthood to admit it but…dang

I hate being broke (n).

 

We’re excited at how God will show himself in this situation. We have the means to deliver ourselves but don’t feel that’s what God wants us to do. We wait with anticipation for his faithfulness and for our growth through it. He IS Jehovah Jireh, God, our Provider.

‘Then I went down to the potter’s house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels.
And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand oft he potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.’

Jeremiah 18:34.

Have Thine own way, Lord, Have Thine own way;
Thou art the Potter; I am the clay.
Mould me and make me After Thy will,
While I am waiting, Yielded and still.

(Potter/Stebbins)

Where? Where did all this stuff come from? I was wondering around my house today, particularly in my basement and just looking at all of my possessions.  Some of these things are not even identifyable. I wonder what I was thinking when I had to have whatever this thing is that I can no longer even identify. One of these things I rediscovered is a Thighmaster. Now that’s laughable.

I hate clutter. and yet…

Want to host and outdoor party for 30 people? I have all the outdoor table settings. Want to go on a long-distance motorcycle trip? I’ve got all the proper hardware for your bike. Want to play games? We could play for weeks and never play the same game twice. Let’s not even talk about books. and rubberbands. and paperclips. and owner’s manuals.

I feel like I need to purge, as if the weight of my possessions is somehow weighing me down. I suggested to Roger that we sell everythig we have and try to live at on half our income for a year. We’re thinking about it. What if? What if we could all discover a simpler, less complicated lifestyle. Would it be worth it?

This is what happens to me at 3 a.m. I’m going to bed.

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I’m in a lake.

 

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