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a walk with Jesus.

Today I took a walk with Jesus.  I went with the perspective of being His child, and walking together the way I would walk with my daughters.  When we walk together, I take opportunities to point things out.  I connect things to larger pictures.  I’m slowed by their pace.  I smile at other people walking by.  Here are a few things Jesus grabbed me by the hand, and pointed out along our walk…(one of the ways I process things is by writing…so this is also a bit of me figuring out what God was saying as I spend time putting each into words)

Photo05161021“Chadwick, quick…come here.  See how this leaf is holding onto a last drop of water? (I nod with a smile.)  I want to fill your life with love so much, that these drips never have time to form.  My love fills you, and drenches you to the point to where there is a neverending stream of outpouring.”

“I’d like that, because honestly sometimes I feel like this leaf…just a drip left…and holding onto it with all I can.”

“I know…(and He gives me a hug.)”

 

Photo05161038  “Hey Chadwick….just  sit down here on this bench for a sec.”

“What is it? Some awesome formation of nature??”

“Nope…just some grasses.  Different levels of growth – small, tall grasses, and trees behind.  Pretty cool, huh?”

“Reminds me of the 3-2-1 JELLO from when I was a kid.”

“That was good stuff, eh?”

“Yup.”

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“Hey Chadwick, you wore the wrong shoes for a hike, didn’t you?”

(looking down at my leather shoes) “Oooops. Yeah.”

“Just take your shoes and socks off, and hide them behind that bush over there.  This walk will be better if you do.”

“Well….if God says so….”

“I do.”  🙂

 

Photo05161057   “Wow God….it’s pretty cool that all lof this exists in the midst of what we would call an ‘Urban’ area.  It’s nice to just breathe slow, walk slow, and not have any purpose to this walk than to be with you.”

“I agree.  I just wish you saw it more often.”

“Zing.  Okay, I get it…..thanks for inviting me out today.”

“No problem…thanks for finally coming.”

 

Photo05161110“Hey Chadwick, come here and look at this.  Isn’t it beautiful??”

“Um God….it’s dirt.  Didn’t you see the flowers I took a picture of over there?”

“Well yes…I’ve noticed you really enjoy taking pictures of the flowers and plants.  But without this rich soil, you’d never get those amazing greens, yellows, and violets.  I think you’ve often had that same tendency in life as well.  You celebrate the high and beautiful moments, and then are so quick to pray for relief from the situations that lead to incredibly colorful life.  What parts of your life right now are you experiencing, that could simply be rich soil that I intend to grow beautiful new life from??”

“Well…a few at least.  There’s this reeeealllllyyyy long wait we’ve been going through to bring home our daughter from Africa.”

(smiles) “That’s definitely rich soil, and I hope you’ve noticed that I’ve already begun to grow some pretty beautiful things from within that wait.  You’re wrapping your family around something much larger, and talking to your kids and even other people about my heart for my children in Africa.  That’s something I’d snap a picture of.”

Photo05161113_1  At this point, a man rides by on a bike the opposite direction.  In a brief moment, we share eye contact, and he speaks….”Hey, how’s it going?”  I instinctively try to respond to his conversation starter, but by the time sound crosses my lips he is long gone.  I look down and see this snail crossing the path.

“We sure are in a  hurry sometimes, eh?”

“You are.  It’s sad to see how much you miss out on sometimes, simply because you prioritize ‘moving on to the next thing’ more than having an actual conversation with someone…..or me.”

“God, I’ll confess, I do that.  I don’t always have the strength or memory to slow down when I need to.  Can you help me to remember, and sometimes just mess up my schedule so that I’m required to connect with others and you on a healthier level?”

“I’ve already begun….” 🙂

Photo05161116“Chadwick, look over here at these rocks.  Notice how the flowers are growing up through the rocks?  Does that remind you of anything?”

“Well, you told a parable about the seed that fell among the rocky ground, and the plants withered because they had no moisture.” (Luke 8:6)

“Right, but look at what’s happening here.  It’s not a deep rocky bed.  It’s just a few surface rocks, with incredible soil underneath.  So many times, humanity feels like the current challenges and hardships, or evil on the surface of a situation means nothing can grow there.  But they don’t see what I see.  There is incredible depth of rich soil, even where many would think a seed would never grow.  Never forget the Hope of what I can see…”

 

Photo05161124  At this point, I began to regret the idea of taking off my shoes and turn to start walking back.   You see, around 9am it had rained quite a bit.  Everything began cool and wet.  But now it was about noon and the sun had been shining on the black paved walking path for quite a while.  My feet were feeling the burn…

“Hey Chadwick, remember learning when you were a kid that white reflects sunshine, and black absorbs it?  Why not try walking on this center dividing line?”

(I begin to walk on the line, and immediately my feet are cooled.  Like, almost abnormally cooled, as if I were walking on a large cold water pipe.)  “Wow, thanks for that reminder, this is much better.”

(God smiles, obviously bursting at the seems to make the cheesy illustration I assume He’s about to make.)

“I know, I know….you want to remind me that whenever life seems to be getting uncomfortable, it may just be a case of me needing to re-center my life on you….and walking the narrow path…..right?

“Um…actually, I was just about to crack up laughing.  You look funny walking like a tightrope walker in the middle of a giant forest.”  (He proceeds to belly laugh, as the trees shake in the wind…I smile, and continue walking my tight-rope until I find my shoes again.  It was a good walk….)

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an elephant story.

Once upon a time, God had created a large, beautiful field.  Flowers grew, animals played and raised their young, and beneath the surface lay untold mineral value.  Kingdoms all around this field would admire its’ beauty from a distance.  But each was secretly worried that others would come and take its’ beauty for their very own.  Slowly and quietly, the citizens of the surrounding Kingdoms began to find their way onto this field.  They would take away the beautiful flowers.   They would poach the rare and unique animals.  They would claim private access to mining locations all over it’s surface.  The only thing left was it’s rich, tall, grass.  But even this grass was slowly withering, having it’s life choked out one blade at a time.

One day, an elephant appeared on the field….violently claiming ownership.  Offering it’s protection, but trampling down the field from every angle.  No one agreed this elephant was just, as the field had always been the one to take care of it’s incredible grasses.  And so, it was decided by the surrounding Kingdoms, a second elephant would be sent into the field to combat the first.  They nodded their heads in agreement, this was a great idea.  elephants
As the elephants began their dramatic battle over the future of the field – sacrifices had to be made.  At first it began as a small patch of grass.  Eventually, it would grow back and so it was decided this bit of beautiful grass was worth losing, temporarily.

But as the conflict continued, the surrounding Kingdoms began to realize their error.  As blades of grass were being stamped out  left and right, there was hardly time to mourn such loss – let alone know what to do next.  The elephants could not be contained or reigned in once the fight had begun.

Meanwhile, tucked away in a quiet corner of this field, a conversation was happening.  What kind of fertilizer was right for this field?  What would keep the grass growing green, and how much of it needed to be “brought in”?  These were also important conversations and prayers – yet in the midst of them happening – the elephants continued to duel.

As God watched what was happening to the field He’d created, tears rolled down His cheeks…

I don’t believe God is causing us to wait on purpose, forcing us to endure a trial of patience in our journey to bring home our daughter.  But I do believe God is redeeming these moments, by allowing a deepened connection to the people and land of the DRC.  We pray – not only for Phoebe; but for international adoptions, for her country, her extended family, and the suffering down-trodden and voiceless many who continue to dodge the feet of the elephants fighting over them…

(inspired/stolen from a quote from this article)

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re-pacing.

I remember college life.  Staying up late talking to a certain someone until I’d lost the ability to connect my words with logical thought.  (We still joke about how one night, reeaaalllly late into a phone conversation, I asked her if she wanted her vegetables mashed.  It was time to sleep.)  Those same late nights were often followed by early mornings, jumping from class to class, connecting with as many people as I could because I was socially devouring each moment like the socially repressed awkward high schooler I was.  In the midst of chaotic college life, a few times a week, I would attend a class that stood out a bit from the others.

The professor began class, not by ringing a bell or hollering a cattle call.  He began with a prayer.  It was not usually a long prayer, at least if it’d been written out.   Usually it was only a few words long.  But the way it was prayed, gathered our souls in poignant silence.  I know I have friends who actually wrote down many of his prayers, even though he would probably laugh at such a thing.   It wasn’t about a gnostic search for meaning in mysterious short phrases.

It was.

About the power of words, and

Changing.

The pace.

Of our hearts and minds.

Toward Christ.

rubygolfI was reminded of those valuable transitions this morning as our 3 year old brought frustration to the table for breakfast.   We’d had a great morning already.  I started out with a jog (old school DC Talk!!) as we’re in the midst of “Couch 2 5k”.  Then I came home and helped get things ready for the day, helping the girls say “good morning” to our chickens, etc..while mom made breakfast.  I really needed to take the van in for a repair, but was delaying so I could sit with the family to eat.  Nevertheless, I kept glancing at the clock.  Finally we sat down to warm plates of eggs, bacon, and toast.  As we held hands around the table, I asked Ruby to pray for our meal.  So she began praying.

In this case, it wasn’t an incredibly soul-provoking pace of words.  But she prayed for so. Many.  Things.  Her prayer rambled on for quite sometime, including a prayer for our chickens…and finally I realized I was tense.  I need reminders like a 3 year old praying, to force me out of my tense need to control my daily schedule.  Moments that take power away from me, and invite me to experience a moment without anxiety over what else needs to happen.

Finally, even she forgot she was praying as her eyes began to wander around the room.  We lovingly encouraged her to close with a collective “Amen”, and the meal began.   Sure my eggs had lost some heat.  The fresh raspberry jam had made the bread a little soggy.  But the quieting, and slowing of my soul was a delicious moment I’m still thanking my 3 year old for.

May we find ourselves breathing slower in frustrating moments today…with a smile on our faces that comes from a thankful re-pacing of our day…