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My Life Turned Around

September 3, 2016 By Juleeta Leave a Comment

In the shower, my singing voice rocks the house.  I pound out lyrics like I’m the real deal and don’t even doubt that I’m hitting every note.

Tonight, my husband, by virtue of living with me, was stuck being my audience as I sang the same song over and over like an angst ridden teenager. Something in my heart was craving permission to be rebellious, or at least free to not apologize.  For anything.

So, in the back half of the Harvey house, Natalie Maines from the Dixie Chicks made a guest appearance in the form of a 5’4″ unabashedly loud tone deaf brunette, singing “Not Ready to Make Nice” no less than thirty times in the time span of an hour….or so.

Even if you’re only mildly interested in country music, you remember how the Dixie Chicks dropped off the map after they criticized former president George Bush’s decision to invade Iraq and that they followed it up with a nude photo cover for the magazine, Entertainment Weekly. It would be an understatement to say they were bold as they exited country music stardom.

And years later, they write this song that I can’t get enough of.  As the group recounts an American public’s reaction to their freedom of speech,  they reflect on the struggle to forgive and forget.

“I know you said

Can’t you just get over it?

It turned my whole world around

And I kinda like it.”

Tonight, I’m thinking through so many moments when I chose to feel guilty for something that didn’t have anything to do with me.  Or how, in a few certain relationships, I allowed myself to be abused and scared only to be ridiculed and silenced by the abuser. I was told not to rebel.  I was told to just get over it.

And I think about the children I’m raising to be nice, kind, respectful, loving, peace-making, God-fearing individuals….

I think it’s time to reevaluate some things around here.

Because the rebellion in my heart that allows me to deny culture as my religion and follow Christ as my Savior has to do with me choosing to run from the people pleasing that comes from needing to be nice, kind, respectful, and peace-making all the time. Fearing God and fearing man, after all, are not the same thing.  And they never were. Not in the garden. Not with Moses. Not with Paul. Certainly not with Christ.

Somewhere along the way in my walk with Christ, I started combining all the niceness and goodness and politeness together onto a canvas that was supposed to end up looking like “a good Christian mom.” In the end, the image ended up looking like someone I don’t even know.

I’m so very thankful for a Father who doesn’t ask me to look at my past and just get over it. Instead, he repeatedly invites me to spend time with Him and sort this life out one prayer at a time. Embracing how he made me, rebellion and all, has turned my whole life around, and I kinda like it.

 

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Worship

September 1, 2016 By Juleeta Leave a Comment

Psalm 29:1-2 proclaims:

“Ascribe to the Lord, O heavenly beings,

ascribe to the Lord glory and strength.

Ascribe to the Lord the glory due his name;

worship the Lord in the splendor of holiness.”

 

In the midst of the doing,

the doing dishes,

the doing schoolwork,

the doing laundry and bedmaking and Lego-picking-up,

the doing dinner,

the doing baths and bedtime,

and the doing more dishes,

I wear myself out.

My body is worn out, but I wear out my heart more than anything.  My soul feels strained when I fail to follow His commands for me in Psalm 29:1-2.  My Father in Heaven commands me to ascribe to him the strength that I can’t muster to do all the things I’m supposed to in a day.

He commands me to worship Him and not have an expectation at the end about what I’m going to get  out of worship.

Today, I pray to seek gratification from worship rather than work.

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Healer

August 25, 2016 By Juleeta Leave a Comment

We must see the soul and the person in its ruined condition, with its malformed and dysfunctional mind, feelings, body, and social relations, before we can understand that it must be delivered and reformed and how that can be done. One of the greatest obstacles to effective spiritual formation in Christ today is simple failure to understand and acknowledge the reality of the human situation as it affects Christians and non-Christians alike.  We must start from where we really are.

(Renovation of the Heart by Dallas Willard, p. 45).

This quote opens Lynn Hoffman’s book, Steps into God’s Grace. It is typed in graceful italics and framed simply in a shaded grey box, placed perfectly in the middle of the page.  There is no going around it; most of the rest of the page is white so that your eye is drawn to the most important idea of the entire step study Hoffman invites her readers to experience.

We must start from where we really are.

I have read that phrase over and over and over.  Some days it frees my heart to feel all kinds of emotions in the span of a minute : fear, love, guilt, tenderness.  Other days, it makes my face turn pink and my rib cage breathe an uncomfortably large inhale-exhale that can barely keep my screaming voice from erupting at whatever.  Really, whatever.

But I am thankful that the Word of God is teaching me that it is safe for me to be exactly who I am with Him.  It is not pretty, thin, or modern.  It is not intelligent, admired, or graceful.  It’s not even “godly” among people in the church body, which is still something I’m grappling with as I learn to exist in the evangelical church.

I think this study, this commitment to my being with my Creator and dealing honestly before him, is changing me. It is healing me.

And He and I have a long way to go. A lifetime.

Thank you, Healer, for holding me close.

 

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Closing Ceremonies

August 23, 2016 By Juleeta Leave a Comment

 

Last night, as I considered charging through this morning’s list of groceries, piles of weekend laundry, and lingering homeschool lessons, I ventured to think through how to inspire drive, tenacity, maybe even excellence in my kids…at some point in the day.  Recently coming off of the Olympics, inspiring my children has seemed a worthy endeavor.

These last few weeks, our family has crouched closely together around the television, holding our breaths as athletes defied gravity and exhaustion to perform. We have joined together to cheer them to victory. Raucous roars and tightly fisted hoorays have filled our at-home arena. In awe of Michael Phelps’ speedy and streamlined swimming and Simone Biles’ wondrous gymnastic feats, naturally our family has engaged in a few conversations about hard work, giftedness, and the pursuit of a dream.

But as I looked on various closing ceremony images this morning, eager to see Simone Biles bearing the  American flag, I came across this picture, and it stunned me.  This was not the Rio I have imagined these last few weeks. You guys, take a look at this and come right back.

http://www.si.com/olympics/photo/2016/08/22/best-photos-closing-ceremony-2016-rio-summer-olympic-games

In the most honest way, this snapshot put me in my place. It forced me to remember the reality that is clawing its way down the streets of Brazil. And the reality my heart desperately needs to face when I’m wondering about the best ways to inspire my kids to “fulfill their potential.”

I stare at this skinny, shoeless boy as he gazes at the firecracker glory that permeates the skyline from Mangueira favela, one of many crime-ridden, drug infested, impoverished shantytowns built into the hillsides of Rio de Janiero, and I wonder.  What is he thinking? Will he ever get out?  Does he even have a chance?

Absorbed by the moment captured here, first, I find myself relieved.  We have it so good. Nervous next. But it may not be like that forever. Then just plain outright hit upside the head by my selfish anxiety. Why do I spend more time worrying about how I’m not doing enough to inspire and lead my kids instead of praying that God will allow me to inspire and lead my kids?

The only way I’m going to inspire my children to great work is to take time to pray about how I can be a part of the great work myself. 

And for now, only pray. Not do the great work. Not yet. Pray and seek His face as I read Scripture. Wait and see where He leads.  Because the power of the Holy Spirit will lead, and there is nothing more inspiring, for anyone, than the Holy Spirit’s guidance.

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Return

August 20, 2016 By Juleeta Leave a Comment

Yesterday, my oldest four returned to school.  We all awoke eager, greeted by early morning darkness. Clearly, my people sensed we might need extra time to prepare.

The boys looked grown up in their freshly pressed uniforms, and they shoveled in breakfast at a breakneck speed.  As they strolled out the door with their backpacks to load them in the truck, I secretly prided myself on how organized I was this year.  After all, my early preparation had seemingly set us up for a smooth morning.

But, when we arrived at school, it all went down.  Forgotten math summer workbooks and  incorrectly assigned summer reading books (I just happen to have let my oldest read the optional list instead of the required list) were the first of the mom-initiated organizational faux pas.

After school, when my children piled into the truck, each one was quick to communicate about their day, and apparently everyone was missing at least one very important item from their supply list.  Maybe more than one….

In my self-talk on the way home, I told myself: I’m giving myself grace to make mistakes in this journey, this model.  But returning to something I think I already know requires a lot of humility.  I’ve homeschooled all of these grades at least once, some more.  This whole system should be my jam.

So, in the grace I’m attempting to bathe in, I’m praying for accuracy.  I desperately want to hit the mark as we return to this model, which promises to aid me in educating the hearts and minds of my kids.  But I think the greatest challenge for me this year is this.

In my believing I should know how to do this, I must believe that being on my knees and crying out to Him in the only way I can really love teaching my kids at home.

Starting now.

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Not Working

August 20, 2016 By Juleeta Leave a Comment

I started this morning in the Word, with a steaming cup of rich coffee in my favorite robin’s-egg-blue mug. As I sipped in the warmth and the quiet, I read Psalm 27. Here, David encapsulates the place The Lord has called him to dwell within — tension.

27:1 The Lord is my light and my salvation;

whom shall I fear?

The Lord is the stronghold1 of my life;

of whom shall I be afraid?

2  When evildoers assail me

to eat up my flesh,

my adversaries and foes,

it is they who stumble and fall.

3  Though an army encamp against me,

my heart shall not fear;

though war arise against me,

yet I will be confident.

4  One thing have I asked of the Lord,

that will I seek after:

that I may dwell in the house of the Lord

all the days of my life,

to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord

and to inquire in his temple.

5  For he will hide me in his shelter

in the day of trouble;

he will conceal me under the cover of his tent;

he will lift me high upon a rock.


I scheduled a babysitter today so that I could get away to write. I felt the tension as I prepared to exit for a few hours — giving instructions and keeping expectations low, leaving lovingly instead of sprinting out the back door.

After packing the car, I only had to get one to football and I was on my way. The seamless drop-off to practice ended up happening an hour late because this momma was the only momma who had no clue all the kids are supposed to be in full pads for the first practice. Instead of writing, I headed to Academy and, among learning other football know-how, mastered the skill of inflating a very expensive football helmet.

And now that I finally made it here to write, I breathe relief.  Sitting in the wicker chair, I can’t help but hear a nearby conversation, which is beautifully timed.  Two very early 20-something college girls are in dialogue about their futures.  They joke about graduating and what kinds of jobs they might have someday.

And the one sitting closest to me, her pretty blond hair tucked back in a loose-ish pony tail lowers her voice a bit and says, with a slight giggle in her voice, “Well, maybe you’ll get married and you won’t have to work and you can have babies and stay at home.”

Her friend, brunette and bubbly and perfect in her makeup and navy checkered polo, responds, “I  can only hope so.  That would be the life.”

Now you know who’s laughing inside.

Because, those sweet girls… they can’t know.

The lack of tension in their conversation revealed they couldn’t think multi-dimensional about their own future lives.  Ignorance allows us to make assumptions without thoroughly considering, without feeling the pull on two sides of a tug o war rope.  Ignorance allows relief from tension.

That conversation reminded me that this tension that God has me in is so right in the middle of His will.  When I ask him to make it easy, I need to be willing to ask him to make me ignorant.  When I ask him to get rid of a problem I can’t solve, I am asking him to make me self-reliant.  When I ask him why he has a perfectly intelligent, college graduated 38-year-old mother of five still asking boys to pick up the toilet seat and aim, please, aim, and not doing something more important, like working, I need to remember what my not working really means.

Not working means lots of different things to lots of different people. As I consider the added responsibility of starting school again with my kids in a mere ten days, I know this to be true.  It is a privilege to own my work and believe it is worth this time of my life, full of tightly pulled and grace-ridden tension.

 

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