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I’m processing this thought…

in the past, Christians have entered a situation of serving by charging in on their white horse with the Jesus banner flying and a trumpet sound proclaiming to all the world they are a representative of Christ and therefore, this deed I’m about to perform is because I’m a Christian and this is what Christians do.

What we should do is enter a situation of serving people because this is who we are, what our character requires of us and oh by the way, we’re that way because Christ transformed us.

We should live our lives with the emphasis being on trans-formance not per-formance. There’s nothing amazing about performance, all that is required for that is practice. You don’t even need a heart.

Yesterday was a hard day. After paying payroll we have exactly $111.32 left until our next check which will be some time. We never worry about food but that is not enough money for two brokers for gas until then. We can burn that in a week. I began searching my purse, old purses and cash stashes, and oh…couch cushions for any “lost” money. Guess what I found… 

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a refund check for these. I had folded the check up and put it in a small compartment of my wallet and “forgot” it was there. (Who forgets a $300 check?) Remember how I whined at having to return them? I have never paid close to that much for a pair of shoes in my life, what was the matter with me? I am so completely ridiculous sometimes…(hello…I can hear you people…he he. I know, I know.)

Anyway, someone who loves us called us at 7:50 this morning. Although they don’t read this blog, they had been praying for us this morning and wanted to share this passage of scripture with us:

If you haven’t read this story in a while, read it while thinking about God’s provision. It’s all Him. It’s not our pleading, our belief in, our confidence in or our positive thinking. In the end, it’s the will of Jehovah. Soak it in. It’s Inspiring!

I received a rain cloud last night the size of a man’s hand. A little check in the form of $291.50. That’ll do! Thank you Jehovah Jireh and hello Payless.

Oh Lord, We Cast Down Our Idols

 

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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)

Ever sing this as a prayer? I’m singing it loud today.

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Maybe I’m amazed at the way you love me all the time
Maybe I’m afraid of the way I love you
Maybe I’m amazed at the way you pull me out of time…
hung me on the line,
Maybe I’m amazed at the way I really need you

Maybe I’m a girl,
Maybe I’m a lonely girl who’s in the middle of something
that she doesn’t really understand

Maybe I’m a girl
Maybe you’re the only one who can ever help me
Won’t you help me to understand

Maybe I’m amazed at the way you’re with me all the time
Maybe I’m afraid of the way I leave you
Maybe I’m amazed at the way you help me sing my song
right me when I’m wrong

Maybe I’m amazed at the way I really need you…

Maybe I’m a girl
Maybe I’m a lonely girl who’s in the middle of something 
that she doesn’t really understand
Maybe I’m a girl
and maybe you’re the only one who can ever help me
God, won’t you help me to understand

 

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The Man and I were supposed to go up to the Shack in the woods today. Actually, we were supposed to go yesterday but business got in the way. Then we were supposed to leave this morning but…business got in the way. So by the time I got home from getting an offer signed, showing a house and sitting for an inspection, it was 4:30 and I hadn’t eaten yet, um, IF you don’t count the cobweb that I accidently sucked down my throat while I was trying to find a light switch in Freddy Krueger’s basement.

So the inspection didn’t go so well, how does a 10 year old house need a new roof anyway? but I digress…I was starving, the Man had just gotten home and he was starving, I was Tense and he was Grumpy. I don’t know where the other 5 dwarfs were (should that be dwarves?…doh! can we even say the word dwarf any more?) but they were probably hiding, we were a little ugly. I sent the Man to the Shack by himself so I could have some peace (yes I know he’ll get some too but this is about Me!).

I decided to have a chick flick night so I put my wool coat on over my pajamas and went to Kroger for comfort food. If you know anything about me, you know I never even wear sweatpants in public much less my pajamas! Hey, not those kind of pajamas, the kind that look like sweatpants, kinda, but they’re not. I grabbed the girl dog, (the Man took the boy dog with him) and off to Kroger we went.

I don’t know what happened to me after we had our little snit. (I did not, I said snit.) I was starving…and I had already eaten some leftovers from last night. I think there is such a thing as MAD HUNGRY. If there is, I was MAD STARVING. I bought an 8 pack of Coke ponies, I love those little 8 ouncer deals. I bought a pint of icecream, loaded potato skins, Pizza Rolls, popcorn chicken coated in this bourbon glaze stuff, a box of MilkBones, LARGE ones for the girl dog, not me in case you’re wondering, and some Greenies. The girl dog loves Greenies. Oh and donuts.

I go to the U-SCAN-IT Station and realize I don’t have my KrogerPlus Card discount key ring (ed note: I  did recognize the Divine intervention here in not having my discount keyring thingamajig, as an attempt to save me, but determined to have a proper melt-down, I ignored it) so I dig around in my bulging wallet (full of gas receipts, not money) for my plastic discount card to save .39 on the pizza rolls…because I’m like that. I hate to leave money on the table. I get home, ready for a FAT FEAST that comes after any good fit and a couple of good movies like oh…”The Burning Bed” for example.

I get in the driveway, schlep my two bags of partially hydrogenated treasures through the garage and find I had accidently locked the door from the garage to the house. I didn’t even know the thing had a lock. Like who locks that door in their house anyway? So I go around to the front door, fishing through my purse which doubles as an airline carry-on it’s so deep and I can’t find my keys….Where the heck???

Then it hits me, one more reason not to miss the Man this weekend. He borrowed my keys to get in the church office today and didn’t put them back in my purse. Great. Just flippin MARVEY. I am locked out of my house, AGAIN! in the dark, in MY PAJAMAS, with two bags of crappy-good food, the girl dog…and it’s COLD. I call the Man to see if we have an extra key somewhere. He doesn’t answer. I can’t imagine WHY.

Here I go again. How do I get into these situations? BUT…There are all kinds of tools in my garage for committing a B & E (breaking and entering for you do-gooder types) AND I AIN’T AFRAID TO USE ‘EM. Eyeing the Man’s lovingly polished-to-a-shine chainsaw, I contemplate where I would like a new door. Reluctantly giving up that idea, it took me 3 minutes and a pulled hamstring to unlock and climb through my kitchen window. I bet it doesn’t take me that long to eat all this crap!

I need a solitary couple of days. (Yeah, I know, he probably does too but this is about ME!) The truth of the matter is with living together and working together 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, trust me, you can get too much of a good thing!

As for me, at the moment, I have a chocolate mustache but it tastes faintly of pepperoni.

 

I’ve been struggling with this “box” issue and I’ve really been praying hard that God would show me the correct way through this. I’m still in the throes of sorting it out and yesterday God presented an opportunity for me to visit with a mentor of mine and I grabbed it. Three saturated hours I bathed in her love and wisdom. We laughed, we talked and she asked me very direct questions and gave me some very direct admonishment. She is one of the most amazing women I’ve ever met in my entire life (and that’s saying a lot!). She’s 92. You would never know it. She loves the Lord and while she comes from the era of “Rules + Regulations=Christianity”, she is a free spirit. She thinks nothing of what other Christians think, she cares only about what is biblical and the direction of the Holy Spirit. She knows me well and said some wonderfully Inspired things to me; one thing she said was…

“Being flexible is a beautiful thing honey. Don’t hesitate to submit to another in accordance with Christ when you’re called to because that just keeps you spiritually fit. We can’t be concerned about what the other person is is doing because honey, if they want to grow all stiff and rigid, they’ll just be broken at some point and that’s God’s business.”

I realized that dancers are so flexible because they practice, not because they have some superhuman ability.

Transformation comes with the things we practice, not things we simply talk about.

Well ok, but I think this stretch just might crack a rib, seems I’m a little out of shape in this area.

 

If my Spirit is tired, it’s because it’s been wrestling for control from my flesh. Christ never meant for it to be hard to be a Follower, we make it that way. The Holy Spirit lives Christianity out naturally if we surrender our own control. We can add all kinds of complicated scenarios to the equation but in the end, it really is that simple.

Why is it so hard for us to just step away from the control panel and stop playing with all the cool buttons?

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Have you ever felt misled by God?

I do right now. I feel the continual draw of something big and powerful right around the corner. I chase it and chase it…

yet I am no closer. It’s like my shadow, moving away from me with the same rythm and energy of my pursuit.

There is more. I know there is more to this. More meaning, more urgency and nothing is beige.

Why do you say “come unto me” and then retreat to the shadows?

Still I yearn and pursue and pray in earnest for a thing that I know nothing about except that it is on the horizon, still.

Am I coming or am I going? The view in either direction looks the same. Lead me.

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Speaking of secularly spiritual songs, this is dedicated to Jen.

Sing this song directly to Jesus and see if something amazing doesn’t happen somewhere in your soul. This absolutely rattles me. It’s powerful and one of my favorites to sing directly to God when I find myself in a certain nowhere place.

Maybe I’m amazed at the way you love me all the time
Maybe I’m afraid of the way I love you
Maybe I’m amazed at the way you pulled me out in time
And hung me on a line
Maybe I’m amazed at the way I really need you


Maybe I’m a girl and maybe I’m a lonely girl
Who’s in the middle of something
That she doesn’t really understand
Maybe I’m a girl
and maybe you’re the only one who could ever help me
Jesus won’t you help me understand


Maybe I’m amazed at the way you’re with me all the time
Maybe I’m afraid of the way I leave you
Maybe I’m amazed at the way you help me sing my song
You right me when I’m wrong
Maybe I’m amazed at the way I really need you


Maybe I’m a girl and maybe I’m a lonely girl
Who’s in the middle of something
That she doesn’t really understand
Maybe I’m a girl
and maybe you’re the only one who could ever help me
Oh won’t you help me understand
   

Hear that crackling? That’s the sound of yeserday burning in my firepit. I completely lost my mind yesterday and I’m destroying all the evidence.

I don’t know what happened. I woke up nice. Had my quiet time nice. Committed the day to touching at least one person, nice, and got ready for work. Everything went well until about 9:01 when I got a phone call from an out of control person and it went downhill pretty fast from there. I internalized their anger instead of praying it off me. Several episodes later, I finally shut off my phone, told everyone I had an appointment and headed home for some Road Therapy.

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I traded my heels for cowboy boots and my suitcoat for a leather vest. I hopped on my iron pony and hit the road. I needed to find and follow some essence of Jesus because surely to goodness that was not the aroma that was blowing off of me. 

In search of myself with the wind in my face, at about M-24 and Dryden Rd, I came upon a mother duck leading 11 babies across the highway. I hate seeing stuff like this. On a 1-10 emotion scale, I’m a 12 and this stuff haunts my vision for weeks.
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Thank goodness traffic was pretty light and I was grateful that the car in front of me slowed down and carefully went around them. I managed to maneuver around the fuzzy passel as well and without my Python pipes blowing them into the other lane. I hit the gas and started to run through the gears again, on my way to find the sweet smell of Jesus but I kept looking at them in my mirrors. Those cute fuzzy little things…what was she thinking anyway?

There were more cars coming and she appeared to have stopped right in the middle of the lane. I took a quick glance around and made my decision. U-Turn. I rode back to the fuzzy little group standing stock-still right in the middle of the road. I stopped just behind them in the opposite lane and gently revved the engine into a healthy little roar. Off they went in a running wobble to the safety of the pond across the street.

Ha! Easy as that and took me about 90 seconds. The essence of Jesus, I could smell it again. Grace, concern, action. A simple hand-up in a time of need. I don’t have to save someone’s life to wear the essence of Jesus, maybe I just have to do my part in the moment, no matter how insignificant and ill-equipped I feel. I love road therapy.

 

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