Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Many well-meaning people ... cannot succeed in being kind because they are too rushed to get things done. Haste has worry, fear, and anger as close associates; it is a deadly enemy of kindness ... we might prayerfully meditate to see clearly the damage done by our unkindness, and honestly compare it to what, if anything, is really gained by our hurry. We will come to understand that for the most part our hurry is really based upon pride, self-importance, fear, and lack of faith, and rarely upon the production of anything of true value for anyone.
Productive. That's what I'm always striving - or at the very least, wishing - to be. Even when I'm wasting time, I like to waste it doing something. When I crawl into bed, I like to be able to reflect on the day and say, "Well, at least I accomplished this and that."
Maybe that's why I grimace inside when somebody brings up the story of Mary and Martha. After all, Martha was trying really hard to get some important things done. Doesn't she get any credit for that?
Well, no. And neither do I get credit for my anxious scurrying. In an article on Mary and Martha, Jon Bloom confesses his own hurrying:
... what is exposed is a belief that if I don’t do ____, others will think I’m ____. Maybe they’ll think I’m disorganized or messy or lazy ... It is self-exultation masquerading as diligent, competent, productive service ... I’m anxious and troubled because to be admirable requires getting more done than I can possibly do. And doing more than Jesus requires. So I scurry around and, in the process, often neglect the most important things.
The most important things. In this season of my life, many items on the daily to-do list are important. Colossians 3:23 reminds me that it's good to work hard at whatever I do. But the work is a means, not an end. And the end is not a sense of personal accomplishment or self-worth, but a genuine delight in my Savior.
Sometimes I wonder if Martha ever got it. Did she repent and choose what was best? Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get it. Will I repent and choose what is best?
To be continued ...
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
J.D. is not walking yet, but he can name many of his favorite things: dah is ball, cah is car, ahsah is outside, and khee is blanky. He points and says dis or dat at objects that interest him, answers toy phones with "Ah!" and yells "Da-Da!" when his favorite person in the world enters the room.
We celebrated at a Mexican restaurant, where we hope to spend many birthdays with our boy - at least until he no longer thinks a free sopapilla merits wearing a giant sombrero and hearing his name shouted to all the patrons.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
"When the dog bites, when the bee stings, these are a few of my favorite things!"
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Monday, May 7, 2007
"I'm four years old now, and I've seen The Sound of Music, and it's very scary, so I think I can watch Spider-Man too."
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Here are my three with Alyssa'a three. Alyssa and I became friends when we were Ali's age. The day she called to tell me her family was moving to another state, I bawled. We were 10 years old , and this was the most catastrophic event of our short lives. Fifteen years later, we know common interests and a common faith in Jesus can sustain friendships across hundreds of miles.