Laundry

Laundry  . . . who loves it?  There are those few who love to do laundry, but truth be told, it is one of those necessary but not fun tasks.  Gathering laundry is not so bad.  Putting it in the washer is rather easy.  Switching it to the dryer is not half bad.

THEN

You have to fold it and put it away.

BUT

Isn't it nice for everything to be clean and smelling fresh and wonderful?!?

I live in a high rise in New York City and one of those perks is that I do not have a washer and a dryer.

WHAT?  A perk?

Well, it is because I can send out our laundry and it comes back to me washed, dried and folded. 

There are times that I need something quickly or over the weekend and I use the laundry room in my building.

It is full of machines and for a price, you can wash and dry to your hearts desire.

It smells like detergent and dryer sheets and all things clean.

I was waiting on some sheets and towels to dry one day and I started thinking about our bigger heart desire to be clean.

We can scrub and wash our clothes and our bodies, but the true desire of every human heart is to be clean on the inside.

We all have dirt.  It may be dirt of the past that hides in the tiny crevices of our hearts or it may be dirt of the present that is splatted all over the front.

It might be a dusting that you don't mind talking about.

It might be such grime that you wouldn't dare tell anyone about it.

It might be obvious to others or it might be so hidden and secret that no one knows and you would be horrified if they found out.

What do we do with all that dirt?

The good news is this ~ Jesus is in the business of cleansing hearts.

Create in me a clean heart, O God, And renew a steadfast spirit within me.

Psalm 51:10

King David penned these words during one of the lowest points in his life. The dirt and mud were caked around his heart in such a way that he could not ignore it anymore. We are still crying out to God with this same desire and He is still answering.

You don't have to hide your dirt.

You don't have to just accept it and learn to 

live in the dust.

All of our dirt and the shame that comes with it was taken care of on the cross.

When God sees you, He sees Jesus and His righteousness.

So, if there was ever a place to bring all your dirty laundry . . .

It is at the feet of Jesus.

He cleanses, forgives, covers and restores.

We can be clean because He paid the price.

And oh how He loves us.

 

Grieving . . .

A friend, Hatch Bailey, posted a quote on his facebook page and it rang so true.  Hatch's wife, Yvonne, died from cancer a number of years ago.  He is very honest about his grieving and I have learned a great deal from his willingness to be so.  I have had several close friends die as well as family members over the years and my grandmother just passed away.  Grief is just part of this journey.

Of course, there are other kinds of grieving as well.  Loss comes in many different forms.  

the death of a dream

the death of a plan

the death of a job

the death of a relationship

Perhaps you have moved or someone dear to you has moved away.

Perhaps you have someone in your life who is physically present but can no longer emotionally connect.

Perhaps you are dealing with a health issue that has altered your daily life.

Perhaps your life just doesn't look like you imagined it at this point and you grieve what might have been.

Here is the quote:

Grief never ends . . . but it changes.

It's a passage, not a place to stay.

Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor lack of faith.

It is the price of love.

I'm going to add that it is the price of living!  Loss and grief are as big a part of living this life as gain and joy.  I found this quote encouraging because it reminds me that there is healing and life beyond our grief.  It reminds me that the ever changing face of grief is not a betrayal but rather another stop along the journey.

Through our grief, if we allow the Lord to be ever present, we will find strength.  

Our faith will actually increase rather than decrease.  

We can afford to pay the high price of life and love because ultimately, we pass along the bill to the One who can pay it in full.

In Revelation 21, we find these amazing promises.

"Behold, the tabernacle of God is among men, and He will dwell among them, 

and they shall be His people, and God Himself will be among them,  

and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; 

and there will no longer be any death; 

there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; 

the first things have passed away.”

And He who sits on the throne said, 

“Behold, I am making all things new.” 

And He said, “Write, for these words are faithful and true.”

I don't know where you are on this journey.  I don't even know why this struck me this morning.  There are just some days when the emotion of loss bubbles up unexpectedly. 

Be encouraged.

Your grief does not go unnoticed.

You have taken account of my wanderings; 

Put my tears in Your bottle.  

Are they not in Your book? 

 Psalm 56:8 

Just around the corner . . .

Don't you love how the Lord can use anything and anyone to teach you spiritual lessons?  I laugh out loud at the things He teaches me in the most unexpected ways. 

So lately, He has been teaching me some lessons through Quincy.

Moving here has been an adjustment for Quincy.  We had a little tiny yard space in Chicago so Quincy could go out whenever he needed to.  Now, we are on the 44th floor with no outdoor space.  We have gone from Quincy initiating going outside to putting him on a schedule.  He is doing great!  I walk him in the morning, late afternoon and late evening.  He is a champ.

We live about 2 blocks from Central Park.  Between our apartment and Central Park is a lot of sidewalks, light poles, fire hydrants, bike stands and edges of buildings.  Quincy wants to linger in the concrete jungle.  He is smelling all the messages and leaving his mark wherever he can.

What he doesn't know is that Central Park is just around the corner!  

It offers him wide open spaces, unlimited trees and actual grass!  There are still multiple messages and more than enough opportunities to leave his own mark.  There are cool breezes, sunshine and places to stop, rest and linger.

I try to tell him that if we just keep moving, we can get to the park and he can take care of all his business in a much nicer, dog friendly spot.  But no matter how much I tell him about the promise of green grass and tall trees, he just doesn't seem to get it.  Maybe he isn't sure that he believes me.  From what he can tell, the concrete jungle is pretty spectacular.

As I was trying my best to hurry him along, it dawned on me that I behave in exactly the same way!  I get focused on what is right around me when the Lord is trying to get me to look in a different direction.  I'm trying to get comfortable with my surroundings while He is trying to show me something different.

The Lord will say to me, "This is good, but I have something different, even better, that I want you to experience."  There is risk in that.  I can't see what is ahead and I KNOW what is here right now.  I'm pretty happy in the concrete jungle but the Lord has lush gardens and wide pathways for me if I will just trust Him.

Are you content in your concrete jungle?

Is the Lord gently tugging on you and trying to lead you somewhere new?

Do you really believe that He always has your best interest in mind?

Do you trust Him to use everything in your life to make you more like Jesus?

I am learning to listen to the whispers and the shouts.  I am learning to trust the Lord's leading, even if I can't see what is ahead. 

He is good.  

He will only lead me to places that will play into the process of sanctification.  

He is trustworthy. 

"The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.  

He makes me lie down in green pastures.  

He leads me beside still waters.  

He restores my soul."  

Psalm 23:1-2

Is it spring yet?

Well - I think I can answer this question with a resounding YES!  One of the perks of living up in the clouds is being able to see Central Park as it is changing with the seasons.  I can now look out my window and see green trees and flowers.  One of the real pluses to a long, cold winter is the beauty and birth of spring.

It is still hard to believe that I get to live near this park.  It takes my breath away every time I have the chance to stroll through it. 

We have lived in NYC for 5 weeks.  During those 5 weeks, we have had quite a bit of company and have traveled back to Texas twice.  We have found a church home, met a lot of our neighbors and Alan has been working to finish his Chicago job and begin his NY job. 

To say that it has been a bit wild would be an understatement.

When I was walking through the park this morning, I was thinking about the promise of spring. 

New life out of what is dormant. 
New life out of what is dead.

Don't we all need that? 

These 5 weeks have held so much fun, joy and promise.  They have also been full of adjustments, new things, missing friends, missing family, losing my grandmother and setting up a home.

I don't know what I would do if I couldn't wake up every morning with the promise that God's mercies are new each and every day.

I don't know what I would do if I didn't have His assurance that my grandmother is with Jesus - completely whole and healed.

I don't know what I would do if I couldn't trust Jesus with all of my family and friends that are far away.

But I can.  He is trustworthy.

He will birth something new out of what I left behind.

I have to die to my former life and allow Him to birth our life here.

Is there some old dead something that you are hanging onto for dear life?

Does it seem impossible to let it go and trust the something new will come?

I want to encourage you, that just as spring follows winter, Jesus is in the business of bringing life from death.

In fact, He is the expert.

Don’t revel only in the past,
        or spend all your time recounting the victories of days gone by.    

Watch closely: 

I am preparing something new; it’s happening now, even as I speak,
        and you’re about to see it. I am preparing a way through the desert;
    Waters will flow where there had been none.

Isaiah 43:18-19

New City ~ New blog

I have had several people ask me to continue writing my blog as I left Chicago and moved to New York City.  I thought a lot about it.  Writing a blog is a strange thing.  There is this part of you that wants people to read it and another part of you that is rather embarrassed that you would even ask or expect anyone to read it.  As I sought the Lord about it, He seemed to say, "Do it for Me - do it for you."  

You see, writing down the lessons I am learning and sharing them with others solidifies those lessons and truths in my own heart.  This blog becomes a journal of God's faithfulness over the years and serves to remind me that He has always been, currently is and will always be faithful to me (even when I am not so faithful to Him.)  

I have only been in NYC for about 3 weeks and I have already learned a great deal.  God is teaching me lessons in a hundred different ways.  I am looking forward to sharing them with others.

Just to update everyone, Alan and I were packed up and moved to NYC in March.  We have been in our apartment here for 3 weeks.  It is amazing how your life can just pick up and move rather seamlessly.  

I think it is because life is about Jesus and He is the same in Chicago, NYC and everywhere else.  When life is centered on Him, the upheaval of a move just doesn't seem that big of a deal.  

I am learning new rhythms in this big city life,

grocery stores

delivery

subway system

doormen

elevators

crowds

very friendly people

not so friendly people

unspoken rules

homelessness

broadway

Lincoln Center

church

Central Park

cabs

old friends

new friends

and 100 other things.

It is a great adventure that I am enjoying every day.

I firmly believe that the Lord has placed us here for a purpose and I am excited to pursue that every day.

I would love for you to follow along as I share what the Lord is speaking into my heart and the rather messy way that may come out in my life.

It's not always pretty . . . but it is always honest.