Monday, August 27, 2012

Dr Suess, Salt and light, not me...


Today has been, to borrow from Dr. Suess, a no-good-very-bad day.
So at 10:11pm, I am starting this quick blog, then going directly to bed.

Why, you ask, has it been a bad day? Because I let it be one. No - I made it be one.
And I am writing this because maybe others do the same. Maybe. Or maybe I am alone?

I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say before I was out of bed, I received a message that changed my plans in a major way. No one's fault really - just life.
I stayed in bed a bit longer...praying...putting on the happy face...turning it over to God.
Yeah, that didn't work.

Isn't it funny how EVERY single thing is bothersome when you start the day badly and let it go downhill? That's what I did. GRUMP GRUMP GRUMP. I did a few things that were not optional, but not joyfully.

Here is something else I do when I am choosing to have a bad day...I refuse to sing. No, I mean REFUSE. Because I know singing will eventually bring me out of it. And I didn't WANT OUT OF IT!!!

Please know that these days are very rare for me. Generally, if I run into a wall during the day I bounce back quickly, in a flash.
But today, I was tired and weary of some long-term stuff. There was hope this would be a day  that changed the "stuff"...there have been days before this one which held the same hope. All in vain. Again, no one's fault, just circumstances.

Have you been there?

Now, I am about to go to bed to stop the misery. 16 hours of little joy, perhaps one laugh. Determinedly squashing everything I knew might jolt me out of it.

I was as far from salt and light as it is possible to be. Maybe that is why I am exhausted and achy.

The purpose of my full disclosure is a distinct feeling that someone needed to hear this. If you've had a day like this recently, you aren't alone. Don't beat yourself up. Don't waste another day regretting this one.
Snuggle your dog. Sleep well. get back at it tomorrow.
That's what I am off to do.

We will talk again soon...
BP :)

Friday, August 24, 2012

Pray as you can...and other hard things


If you have been tracking with me, you know of my commitment to blogging about Father Thomas Hopko's 55 Maxims for Christian Living.
For at least a week I have been alternately avoiding and plodding through the second item:
Pray as you can, not as you will.

One of my goals is to look at this list from a non-church-going view. From that perspective, these words make me scrunch my nose and shrug my shoulders.
Even as a "church' person who studies the Bible, I find the words to be vague.

Is he speaking to how often I pray? Is he referring to the content of my prayers? Does he mean requests for myself? Supplication for others? Both?  

Pray as you can, not as you will.
Okay then.

Prayer is hard sometimes, isn't it?

Hard to explain. We have quick answers when people ask what praying really means or how it is done. Just talk to God. It can be short or long. You can do it anywhere at any time. We even have an acronym for a prayer agenda: Adoration Confession Thanksgiving Supplication. And there you have it. Simple...or not

Hard to do on occasion. Many of us are wired to talk talk TALK through difficulties. Some of us just want to be quiet. And although Jesus is first in my life, there are times when I just don't want to talk. I don't. To anyone. Not even to #1.

Oh, I will pray for your needs. I will do that at any moment and repeatedly as long as it is necessary.

But praying about - and releasing - my own stuff? Don't always feel like it.

Pray as you can, not as you will.

Some days I am hanging on an emotional cliff, and I know prayer will plunge me into a sea of tears. So I don't. I hold myself as stiff as I can. And I just don't.

Sometimes I am beaten down by this financial situation in my life dragging on for so long. I want the Creator of the entire universe, the One who loves me beyond what I can fathom, to just FIX IT NOW!
I don't want to talk. I want to stomp and fuss and pout. Not talk. Even to Him.

 Pray as you can, not as you will.

Note to folks who don't regularly attend church: sometimes this prayer thing is just as hard for those of us who attend regularly. We don't have an "in."

Pray as you can, not as you will.

I read it again and say WHATEVER, Father Hopko. WHAT.EV.ER.
Then I breathe.
Then sometimes I make my point of view very clear,in case God doesn't already know. this part might include my outside voice and/or tears.
Then I breathe.
Then then then...I listen.
Not because I joyfully will every time.
Because I finally get to the place where I can...able albeit barely.

Pray as you can, not as you will.

Okay, I get it now. How about you?
I hope Maxim 3 doesn't pull my guts out like this one did. SHEESH!!

We will talk again soon.
BP :) 

Five Minute Friday: JOIN


I am participating in an exercise called FIVE MINUTE FRIDAYS. Here is how it works:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.  
http://lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community.. 

Here is today's exercise: JOIN



Did you know it is back To School time? Hard to miss, isn't it. New classes, new clothes, new supplies, new friends...C'mon kids - JOIN in!
It has been said that 20 years from now, you and I will regret what we did NOT do much more than we regret what we do.
Believe that. Tell the people you love to believe it. Because I know it to be true.
"JOIN" reminds me that I played the clarinet and saxophone from 4th-12th grade, but when tryouts for PSU Blue Band came to my high school, I did not JOIN in.
Fear told me I might not make it.
"JOIN" reminds me that I played baseball/softball my whole life. but when I was the last person cut from the PSU softball team as a freshman, FEAR told me never to JOIN in again. Not softball or basketball. Not chorus. Not writing groups. Not social groups.
FEAR told me I was not welcome to JOIN.
"JOIN" reminds me that Jesus said, Come, Knock, Open, Seek. All JOINing initiatives I must take. But FEAR is a killer.
This is especially difficult for someone who is wired to be outgoing and gregarious. FEAR has crippled my ability to JOIN in.
Can I get a witness?
"JOIN" reminds me that I want to - no I MUST -  use the tremendous gifts I have been given to write, to motivate, to help people find their passion and reach their potential. It is in me. And it is big.
But FEAR says, what if I JOIN the blogging/Facebook page revolution and no one reads it? What if I offer speaking and writing skills and no one bites? What if I want to JOIN, and get no response.
"Scared to death" is a very real emotion when it keeps one's dream at bay and makes JOINing so difficult.
Do you understand? I think you do.
.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Five Minute Friday: STRETCH


I have been participating in an exercise called Five Minute Friday. Each Friday we receive a prompt and follow these rules:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in. http://lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/
3.And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community...
Here is today's result.

STRETCH????
Seriously, God? This is the word you gave Lisa-Jo today?
STRETCH????
I can't do a sweet, polite Five Minute Friday if the word is STRETCH. You know that, God, so why are you pushing me?
You have been there as I set a goal to be more healthy, get to a suitable weight. You know I have been stuck on the same number for 2 weeks, tried everything to kick start it, all to no avail.
And You say, STRETCH?
You know I am doing my best to help loved ones with medical issues, and feeling like it isn't enough.
And You say, STRETCH?
You know I struggle with how to use the tremendous writing, speaking, creative arts gifts You have given me...wanting to honor You...wanting to help people...not knowing where or how to take the first steps...fighting with lifelong issues of goal setting and follow through...feeling like my dreams are slipping away.
And You say, STRETCH?
You know I am flailing, almost drowning, in a financial storm that was supposed to be cleared out months ago...listening to the phone ring all day...being without the means to help those I love who are in need...scared out of my mind.
And You say, STRETCH?
Seriously, God?
Oh, I know all the "believer" answers...I have repeated them to others many times.
STRETCH my hand for Yours.
STRETCH my heart in faith.
I do know those standard answers...
STRETCH...but, on this cloudy, rainy day, I don't know how...
And I am not alone in feeling that way.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Amy, Linda, Char, Class Reunion, and Bob Seger


I had a conversation recently with a young, newly married friend who told me she wished she could know everything God had in store for them.
I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.

On the way home, my iPod shuffled to a song I forgot was loaded. Don't you love when that happens?
Makes you smile or takes a bit of your breath away.

A couple hours later the invitation to my 35th (WHAT????) high school reunion appeared on Facebook.  I picked up my iPod and listened again.

The familiar guitar/piano riff started...and I thought of my young friend.

It seems like yesterday. But it was long ago... 

Thirty-five years? It can't be true. My band sweater still fits. Okay, it is a bit tight. But you get what I mean.
I see my friends on Facebook and at the grocery store - and if I close my eyes, I can still see us in the cafeteria, on the basketball court, playing in the marching band...

Caught like a wildfire out of control, til there was nothing left to burn and nothing left to prove

Crazy kids.
We thought life would only get better and easier.  And we thought we could control it all.

Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then...

I think of my friend Amy Horne. She recently marked her 20th wedding anniversary. "Celebration" is a bit strong, under the circumstances. What would she have done of God had told her in 1992 that four months shy of 20 years of marriage, her beloved Tommy would be called to live with Jesus? 

 Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then...

I think of my friend Charlene Shaw. She would rather be celebrating 25 years of marriage than preparing for divorce court after enduring her husband's numerous affairs. Would she have made different choices in 1987 had she known it would come to this?

 Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then...

I think of my friend Linda Kalafatis. She devoted her time, her energy, her heart to Ohio State Buckeyes Softball for 16 years. She won more games than any Buckeye softball coach ever has and probably ever will. She put life into the program, made it successful, groomed young women into students of life, as well as athletes. Then she was fired. Would she have made a different choice in 1996 had she known her loyalty would be rewarded this way?

Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then...

I think of my dear friend Nancy who is battling cancer for the second time, of my beloved sister Kelly who had her son ripped from this world at 19, of my financial situation that hasn't been resolved for 3 years. Every person from my class, every person I know over 40 could tell a story just like this.

How about you?
Who  or what comes to mind for you? What is on your "That isn't what I expected" list?
No, my young friend. You don't want to know what is ahead. God has a reason for only showing you a few steps at a time. You will know when you need to know.

Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then...

Life gets easier?
Yea...that's a lie.
It never does. In fact, I think it gets harder.
But it does get better - maybe because we have better tools. Maybe because we learn.

Well those drifter's days are past me now, I've got so much more to think about 
Deadlines and commitments, What to leave in, what to leave out...

We do learn, don't we? Just not what we thought we would learn.
We learn that people die too soon or they get sick, people promise to stay then choose to leave, employers are unfair, money causes grief, blah blah blah...
But we also learn that God is good, that life is tough but family and steadfast friends help us be tougher, that we may lose speed and mobility and hair, but we don't have to lose heart.

Thirty-five year reunion? No big deal. I am happier, smarter, wiser, more confident, more ME than I was in 1977.
Not because life got easier.
Just because I learned the keep moving- and keep smiling- in the storm.

I'll bet you did too.

Against the wind 
I'm still runnin' against the wind 
I'm older now but still runnin' against the wind 
Well I'm older now and still runnin'... 
Against the wind 
We will talk again soon!
BP :)

Friday, August 10, 2012

Five Minute Friday: CONNECT


CONNECT...
Ironic word for Five Minute Friday, as I use a laptop that is on its final toe. Not leg. Toe.
"Cannot CONNECT" is a message I see often on my screen...
And in my life.
Events that do not CONNECT with my expectations.
Prayers that do not seem to CONNECT with the One who answers.
Bills that do not CONNECT with the balance in my account.
I reach out to people and the CONNECTion goes astray. Disappointing or the Father's Hand?
Am I CONNECTed enough to Him to even know?
So here is my new goal: CONNECT.
First to my Creator - every morning, a hundred times a day, again before I close my eyes.
And all other attempts to CONNECT will fall right into place.

my five minutes is up :)


Five Minute Friday is an exercise in which the writer is given a prompt and had Five Minutes to compose. No editing, no second guessing. Then, go back and encourage the writer before you!
Read more here


Thursday, August 9, 2012

Father Hopko, Golf, and Beth's thoughts


I have always liked inspirational sayings. Maybe it is the writer and motivational speaker in me. Maybe, at one time, it was because I was grasping for something to kick my butt into the gear I knew was possible.

Recently, I came across Fr. Thomas Hopko's "55 Maxims for Christian Living."  The list caught my eye not only because I am like inspirational thoughts and am a Christian, but because religion seems to be playing a sizable role in the current political landscape.

To me, each item on the list is succinct. Then I began to wonder what others might see in this list - people who profess a different religion, or no religion, or those who believe in Jesus but aren't church-goers? Would they see the actions of Christians they know on this list? Would they see my actions?

In the coming weeks, I will blog about each item on Fr Hopko's list. Not in a heavy-duty theological tone. Light and REAL and, hopefully, fun! Here we go...

1. BE ALWAYS IN CHRIST

Talk about starting off with a big task! Volumes have been written about this subject. "What does it mean to be in Christ?" returned 3.6 million results on Google. So I took notes, compared notes, puzzled and puzzled 'til my puzzler was sore. Finally, I went back to basics.

2 Corinthians 5:16-17
So from now on we regard no one from a worldly point of view...Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!
More clear now?
BE ALWAYS IN CHRIST. Be the new creation He made...Which made me think about my golf lessons.
I started golfing at 26, after years of slow-pitch softball, backyard wiffle ball, basketball and tennis. Influenced by those sports, this was my golf routine: stand behind the ball and visualize a Tiger-like shot, address the ball (Hello ball! I am going to smack you), let the trouble begin. My "swing"was an inconsistent mess of arms, body manipulations, no torque. The results range from great to something a toddler could do, and everything in between. No control over the flight path or distance. Basically swat and pray.
Thus the lessons. I love the game too much and am too competitive to settle for mediocrity.  Thankfully, my instructor recognizes the analytical part of me and teaches to it - power in angles, in torque, in using the ground...the simplicity of two hip turns and an arm circle...the erasing of confusing terms such as keeping your eye on the ball, keeping your head down, lifting up - ideas that don't illustrate the golf club motion at all.
Last week, my instructor was trying to explain the downswing and follow through in a way that helped me stop "swinging" the club at the ball...hip rotation, uncoiling, staying in the proper plane. Then BAM!            My A-ha moment happened!
"Essentially, I need to get myself out of my own way, and let the club do its job??"
"R-I-I-G-G-HHT!!!"
 Simple. Not easy.
Not unlike being in Christ.
If only the old was gone, just like that. POOF! If only I could watch my instructor's golf swing, watch Tiger's golf swing, and change my swing accordingly.
If only my entire being was new, consumed by LoveJoyPeacePatience.
But sometimes I am FearAngerUnrestIntolerance instead.  How about you?
The challenge with my golf swing is that during this reconstruction, I continue to play. The result is sometimes new, mostly an odd mixture, very occasionally all old.
Same challenge with life. We don't get to go somewhere until we embody that new creation. We must continue living while we evolve.
Each morning, before my feet hit the floor, I give my day to God. I give my will over to His will. I visualize truly being in Christ, living out that new creation. You might do the same.
Then I get out of bed.
My heart's desire is to be a living witness to the great Good News, an invitation to those who don't know the power of His saving grace and love.
The reality is often a mixture of old, new/old, new. Sometimes I am that invitation. Other times, even though His love is unconditional, I know He is glad I don't have a fish magnet and an I LOVE JESUS bumper sticker.  
How about you? Same same?
Think about what could happen if each of us who profess Christ made one vow each morning: to be witnesses to what Love has done for us, to show the Fruit of the Spirit so well that everyone lined up to get their own.
Each of us. Individually.
Not group efforts to abolish this sin or that sin. Not meetings and rallies to promote our political agendas.
Simply BE ALWAYS IN CHRIST.
Get out of my own way. Get out of Christ's way. Put myself in position and let HIM do the work.
Imagine what could happen...
Sole Deo Gloria!
We will talk again soon...
BP :)





Friday, August 3, 2012

HERE - Five Minute Friday


I recently subscribed to a blog by Lisa-Jo Baker. On Friday, she provides a prompt for an exercise called Five Minute Friday. http://lisajobaker.com/2012/08/five-minute-friday-here/

Here are the rules:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

This is my response to the prompt HERE. Enjoy!

"Here" is not a place I like much right now.
Even though the sun is shining brightly, "Here" seems very dark - relentlessly so.
"Here" is financial difficulty that was to be resolved six months ago.
"Here" is a dear friend taking chemo AGAIN.
"Here" is Mom having health issues.
"Here" is dreams that seem like they will never come true, even though they are my heart's desires.
"Here" is unanswered emails, phone calls, letters...prayers?
And yet...
"Here" is where God resides. I AM. Not I WAS or I WILL BE. Simply I AM.  
"Here" is where I find how much I believe that all things work together for His good.
ALL things...for God's Glory
"Here" seems too hard.
And yet, "Here" is dynamic, constantly changing, always moving toward a new "Here."
"Here" is where God wants me to dwell. Not back there...Not up there.
Right "Here."   

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Bullies, Politicians, Me. Same same?

Wikipedia defines it as " a form of aggressive behavior manifested by the use of force or coercion to affect others, particularly when the behavior is habitual and involves an imbalance of power."


Bullying.

It is a national epidemic. Take a look at these horrifying statistics:

• Over half, about 56 percent, of all students have witnesses a bullying crime take place while at school.

• A reported 15 percent of all students who don't show up for school report it to being out of fear of being bullied while at school.

• Along that same vein, about one out of every 10 students drops out or changes schools because of repeated bullying.

• One out of every 20 students has seen a student with a gun at school.

• Some of the top years for bullying include 4th through 8th graders in which 90 percent were reported as victims of some kind of bullying.

• Other recent bullying statistics reveal that 54 percent of students reported that witnessing physical abuse at home can lead to violence in school.

• Among students of all ages, homicide perpetrators were found to be twice as likely as homicide victims to have been bullied previously by their peers.

• There are about 282,000 students that are reportedly attacked in high schools throughout the nation each month.

And this fact: Suicide continues to be one of the leading causes of death among children under the age of 14.

I grew up the only child of a single mom. Money was scarce. Still, I don't remember feeling "different" until Junior High. That's when clothes and shoes and purses and backpacks started to matter. In high school, the bag I took to tennis tournaments had to double as my basketball bag, and girls - teammates no less - made fun of it. I hated getting in trouble, so I didn't break rules - didn't drink or swear or smoke. And some people made fun of that. What I took away from that experience is that kids are mean. They always have been, probably always will be. I saw and heard other kids being teased. I probably engaged in teasing. But not to the extreme level that exists today.

The rise of cyber/social media has taken this kind of teasing to a higher, more critical level. it is SO very easy to send a nasty text, to join in when others are on Facebook slamming someone. It is remote and removed. You don't hear sobs or see pained looks.

Adults have responded by rallying behind a movie that depicts this horror for one young man, by starting online and realtime support groups, by selling T shirts and promoting "Wear this color to oppose bullying" days. All of which is appropriate.

What is inappropriate is the example we set.

This has been on my mind since last week, when I realized I was being a bully. Yes, I was.

My disdain for the political views of Sen. Rick Santorum, and those of his ilk, is obvious. In my opinion, his views are extreme, his personality both arrogant and mean-spirited. I have posted remarks on Facebook that are rather bully-ish regarding him and other politicians.

It isn't a lie when I say my intention is to counteract what I see as lies or, at the very least greatly manipulated tales, from opposing views. My intention is to present another view.

To which my grandmother would say, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." And she would be correct. My intention is irrelevant when the outcome is a form of bullying.

Listen to people around you. Check your social media sites. Watch the news. Read a few internet articles. The world is full of bullies!

We label people, put them in boxes we have filled with anger. Libs. Tea baggers. Radical Right. Bleeding hearts. Queer. Baby-killers. Entitlement-seekers. Elitists. Etc etc etc...

Every side does it. Every group has rabid haters who want to label the opposing group. And those of us who are generally mild-mannered, people of faith, people who would never set out to purposely hurt someone? Well, we join right in, don't we!

We are snarky about people, judging hair, clothes, relationships, weight gain or loss. We whisper about them in the grocery store and in church: "Did she NOT look in the mirror this morning??"

How can we expect our kids to be any different?

We put celebrities, especially athletes, on pedestals, then we can't wait to tear them down. When Joe Paterno passed, the reaction of some people was truly appalling to me. People who had read nothing in-depth about the tragedy at Penn State, who knew nothing about the University or Coach Paterno's incredible contributions to academics, people who haven't made a point to pay attention to the story since. And yet, they felt justified in posting incredibly nasty remarks about a man who had just died.

Very few of us who call ourselves Steeler Nation know Ben Roethlisberger personally. Certainly, we are entitled to irritation when our Pro Bowl quarterback/team leader makes stupid choices in public. We don't want to pay large amounts of money to watch a guy who, at least for that moment, clearly displayed a complete lack of character.

Are we also entitled to say things like, "He is nothing but a serial rapist," or "How could that woman be stupid enough to marry him?" The people making these statements don't know Ben or his wife. But we judge long and hard.

How can we expect our kids to be any different?

We scold our kids when they poke at each other, or torment with words, or draws lines on back seats and say "Don't cross that!"

So why do Rush Limbaugh, Bill Maher, and others like them whose primary purpose is to stir controversy, have millions of faithful followers?

And we do likewise. Sharing items on Facebook before we check their validity. Being critical when we only know some of the facts. Posting statements we know for certain will cause a firestorm.

How can we expect our kids to be any different?

Kids are the best mirrors we have for our behavior and attitudes. They hear our road rage, our murmurings on the way out of church, our critique of the neighbors. They see our posts about political candidates, their wives, their supporters.

They hear us say the boss is stupid, no matter how many different bosses we have - and we wonder why they have trouble keeping a job at McDonald's.

They hear us say teachers are paid too much, only work 3/4 of the year, and have an easy job - and we wonder why they are disrespectful in school.

They hear us being negative about the church, the pastor, other religions, the outlook for our own lives - and we wonder why we have to drag them out of bed on Sunday morning.

They hear is being bullies of a different kind - and they act in accordance with that.

Any of those touch a nerve with you?

Am I exaggerating? Using hyperbole to make a point? Out in left field?

Fair enough. All I ask is that you are mindful, for just 48 hours, of bully-like remarks, actions, posts. Your own and others. Just listen and look. You will be surprised.

So how can we expect our kids to be any different?

We can stop this epidemic of bullying. It will take a variety of paths and a multitude of people standing firm. I will donate money and wear a T shirt.                                                                                                       I will gladly be a motivational speaker, free of charge, at any event which helps kids being bullied.                I will keep praying.

But first and foremost, I will stop any action of my own that remotely resembles bullying.

What about you? Will you join me? Can we think before speaking or posting? Can we ask: Is it kind, is it true, is it necessary, and does it improve the silence?

Imagine what could happen if we did that? If we stopped labeling, stopped berating each other in cyberspace, stopped criticizing based on false or partial information, stopped antagonizing?

Imagine what could happen if we speak against people who continue to be bullies?

And just imagine how differently we might see our children acting.

Have fun being kind!

We will talk soon.

BP :)

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Online tests, flexibility, and the One in charge

I enjoy taking personality tests -you know, the online or magazine versions that are fun, albeit less than psychologically sound. Do you?


For me, the results change very little no matter what is going on in my life. And there are always a couple questions that draw laughs or disagreements from people who know me. Same with you, right?

Okay, so I am late more than I am on time. But I am getting better! The challenge is that my mind always believes there is one more task I can accomplish before I leave. Some folks are ready long before it is time to go, then they sit. I rarely sit, so that is a problem for me. And for some of you...fess up!

How about the question regarding your need to make plans, stick to a set course, adapt to changes, or fly by the seat of your pants?

We can make our plans, but the LORD determines our steps. Prov 16:9

The past two weeks months years have taught me that life is ever-changing, unpredictable, and does not conform to my timetable. Of course, I knew that before. In my head. Apparently, not in my gut.

Recently I spoke of a situation which needed resolution. The blog surprised the few people who know about the situation, because I have not written about it previously, and had vowed not to until it was over.

I thought it was close to being resolved. It wasn't.

We can make our plans...

Many plans have fallen through in the past two years. Most times I have been able to say, "Oh well" and believe it just wasn't God's design. Part of my testimony has been that I have learned to accept God's timing without lots of drama.

When the resolution seemed close two weeks ago, I didn't make a lot of tangible plans with people - still hesitant to do that - but I did look forward to a feeling of relief, of not having to constantly think about this, of no longer spending days waiting for one of the parties to take some action, only to be disappointed again. But that hasn't happened yet.

There have been some dark days in the past two weeks. Moments when God absolutely dragged me through the hour or day. Moments of feeling like there is an elephant on my chest, like it hurts to breathe.

Have you been there? I think you have.

Quick side note: If you are a person who tries to help (or maybe displays your own frustration) by saying there are people who have worse problem, stop it. Of course there are. But your dismissive scolding won't snap anyone out of what is very real pain at the moment. Thank you.

Clearly, I hadn't learned to release as much as I thought I had. Even though I have started each day with a decision to not get excited until the final action is taken. Even though I stopped making plans and promises, so no one is disappointed.

We can make our plans...

I had so many plans for this spring. Lots of adventures, lots of Ohio State Buckeyes softball games, lots of blessings piled on people I love, lots of Pittsburgh Pirates baseball, lots of good stories written, lots of great stuff. But I have struggled in this no-resolution-zone as very little of what I planned has come to pass.

Is that a lesson in handling disappointment...or a lesson in timing? Maybe my ideas were wonderful, maybe they will be appropriate later...but now wasn't God's time?

We can make our plans...

In the midst of a painful situation, it is sometimes hard to remember that most of what happens is not really about me. WHAT??? Yes, it's true. It's not about you, either.

Certainly there are lessons to be learned. But, life is hard, people are selfish sometimes, businesses often care more about making money than about people, drivers are sometimes careless, disease is never a respecter of persons...and, despite all of this, God is in charge. He loves me, He wants the best for me...but much of what happens in my world on any given day is more about what others need and what others have done. My job is to trust Him and respond appropriately!

We can make our plans...

This blog has been a struggle. I started it several days ago with the intention of discussing how I am still waiting. Lots of examples of other people enduring a waiting season came to mind, but nothing was falling in place.

Last night, as I laid in bed praying, a worship song came to mind. I quietly sang it, then continued praying. Another worship song in my head. Sang that, continued praying. Then this one: "I will make my plans Lord, but You direct my steps."

I fell asleep repeating that one line.

And I woke up knowing what this blog was really about, what these weeks/months/years still have to teach me.

It isn't that God doesn't want me to make plans. He doesn't want a robot who is waiting to be pushed around.

What He wants is to always be my focus. I think He loves softball and baseball. Of course, He wants me to have fun, to write good stories, to be a blessing, to relax...He is a good God who loves me.

But allowing Him to direct my steps - without histrionics, without pouting, without anger, without demanding explanation - is vital for my best life. He knows what I need, what you need, what the stranger who crosses your path needs. And He works it all out.

We can make our plans, but the LORD determines our steps. Prov 16:9

He knows what is best. He just does. And life would be much easier if I could get my fat head to remember that.

How about you? Are you making plans?

We will talk again soon!

BP





Monday, March 26, 2012

Light and Momentary, Buckeye Softball, and Waiting

I have been consumed lately by waiting.


Is there something consuming you?

For 2.5 years I have been waiting for resolution to a particular challenge. Whether that is a "long" wait is a matter of perspective. Maybe you have waited longer for something. Maybe you can't imagine waiting that long for anything.

One day I will have an entire book to write about this situation. But, for now, suffice it to say this is a financial matter that has strapped me and several people close to me.

These words come to mind often: For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. (2 Corinthians 4:17)

Last Saturday was the opening of the Big Ten softball season. My favorite team has been waiting for this day since May 14, 2011, when they finished the season at 3-17 in league play. The 2011 season was frustrating and heartbreaking for many reasons. The tourney season has been successful - but this is what the team has been anticipating most. Dominating the Big Ten and going to the post-season is what will make their comeback complete.

I am anticipating a comeback as well. The first two years of my journey have been difficult, to say the least. Financial hardships, mental strain, fighting off fear, humbling myself to accept help.

The last six months have been completely consuming. Truly. Every aspect of my life, every relationship, everything I do has been under the control of a resolution that has been promised but not yet delivered. "Tomorrow" and "soon" are words that no longer have meaning to me. Initially, I had to break many plans...then I quit making plans altogether. I declined invitations to parties, weddings, showers. I missed basketball games, movies, and dinners with friends.

Light and momentary. Light and momentary.

The situation has become too complicated to explain, and naysayers are not what I need, so my interactions recently have been limited to either folks who stand with me in believing this will resolve in my favor, or those who know nothing about it and are not affected in any way. This has made life stressful and lonely.

Light and momentary. Light and momentary.

Have you had a period of waiting with just a couple friends at your side? Or maybe alone, just you and God?

I missed the B1G season opener Saturday in Columbus. Just as I missed every tourney, despite having plans to attend at least three. It is impossible to list every event I have missed, due either to lack of funds or to waiting at home for a promised call that has fallen through. Missed opportunities, broken promises, strained relationships.

Light and momentary. Light and momentary.

Have you ever been told something would happen on a certain day, then it doesn't? Have you had that happen again and again for 6 months running? Then you know how I feel. Hopes rise and fall. You see a light at the end, then a door slams or the tunnel changes direction. It is maddening and exhausting.

Light and momentary. Light and momentary.

There have, of course, been many lessons. It is good to learn the difference between "want" and "need" and between "uncomfortable" and "desperate."

It is even better to learn how to completely surrender to God. I thought I had learned that. I was wrong. It has only been in the past 6 months I have been able to say, "Okay, God - I don't understand and I want to be SCARED out of my mind...but I know you love me more than I can imagine and won't let me go."

There have been great lessons in humility. Also lessons in being gentle with others, as I realize I don't know their travails any more than they know mine. But it has still been difficult.

Light and momentary. Light and momentary.

The Buckeyes played well in the first game on Saturday, and won in extra innings. Timely hits, one harmless error, only 2 runners left on base in scoring position. Game two was a different story. Three errors leading to runs, 8 runners left in scoring position, 4-1 loss.

In a recent interview, Vanessa Spears, Buckeye left fielder - who, by the way, covers an amazing amount of ground - said one of the important things Coach Linda Kalafatis teaches is that no single game defines them as a team or as individual players.

It is an important lesson in softball and in life. No at-bat, no error, no game, not even a whole season, can adequately define a team or a person. You can be shaped and made better...but not necessarily defined or defeated.

And so it is in life. This season of my life could have destroyed me. Every morning when a new day is tossed my way, I could stand with the bat on my shoulder and watch it go by, leaving the outcome to someone else. There have certainly been many errors on my part - some that allowed my opponents to gain. I have allowed opportunities to pass by, left runners in scoring position so to speak. And I could have allowed this to define me, to defeat me, to alter my future.

Instead, after much practice, I have learned to repeat this phrase that frees me:

Light and momentary. Light and momentary.

How about you?

What do you have that looks menacing and life-changing? What if you learned to repeat:

Light and momentary. Light and momentary.

What if you really believed it?

The Buckeyes are back in action on Wednesday for a doubleheader. I hope to be there.

It will be a new day, new inning, new at bat for all of us.

Maybe you can start a new game as well?

We will talk again soon.

BP :)

Friday, March 16, 2012

Robin Roberts, Buckeye Softball, and the Gap

March 16. Out my window, clouds. Inside, cloudy as well.


There are days when the gap between where I want to be and where I seems HUGE. Today is one such day.

Maybe you know what I mean?

Nothing in particular spurs that feeling...simply a general malaise brought on by some stressful life situations.

There was a time when the gap was caused by FEAR. Growing up, I had very clear ideas about who and what I wanted to be. But I never fully believed in myself. So I let doubts creep in, and I acquiesced to every obstacle. FEAR

Did you catch what I said? I did not believe in myself, in the gifts God has given me. I didn't want to fail, so I chose not to try. FEAR

Do you know what I mean? Have you been there?

My favorite softball team is in Nashville this weekend, looking to bounce back from a three game losing streak. There is a gap between where they are, and where they want to be. But I am certain the Ohio State Buckeyes are not moping or cowering or giving in to FEAR.

Is it because Head Coach Linda Kalafatis and I are wired differently? That seems like the easy answer.

I knew I wanted to be a teacher when I was in elementary school. An English teacher. And I knew, as a child, that one day I would speak and write and people would listen to what I have to say, would be helped by my words. I can't explain how I knew this by the age of 10...I just knew it, saw it, felt it.

Coach K shared with me that she tried out for the softball team in high school because her best friend did. Chose her college the same way. She wasn't driven from an early age to be a softball coach. Some experiences in college resonated in her mind: things she would or would not do as a coach to get the best from players. Then, somewhat unexpectedly, she earned the chance to coach. 22 year old grad student, coaching her alma mater.

I don't yet know Linda well enough to speak of any fears she has. But it is very clear that she goes full speed ahead in all pursuits. If she has any fears, there are overrun - pretty much flattened! She decided to be a Division 1 softball coach, put that goal in her mind, and her focused actions cleared the path. Three job interviews, three offers, now one of the 30 best coaches of all time, closing in on 800 career victories. NO FEAR

The same thoughts occur when watching Robin Roberts on Good Morning America. She had a goal to be on ESPN when there were few women on the network, and none that looked like her. But she ignored all the "facts" and negative comments along the way. Now, after 15 years at ESPN, she has moved on to ABC and is watched by 5 million people every morning. NO FEAR

So what is the difference? Are some people special and some aren't? No, we are all gifted.

Then why are some able to jump the gap, and others become mired in it?

We could delve into psychological theories and deep introspection about childhood influences, etc. But that doesn't work. Trust me, I tried it for years. Got me nowhere.

Then I embraced the truth of 2 Timothy 1:7 (NLT)

For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline

Some translations say "sound mind" or "wisdom" rather than self-discipline.

It's a scripture I had heard or read hundreds of times...which is completely different from embracing it.

Embracing it means accepting that if there is fear, I choose it, allow it, maybe welcome it. Welcome? Sure, because fear encourages me to accept limits and make excuses. FEAR gives me an out. FEAR can start a pattern of circular logic that keeps my mind and emotions spinning, undermining my will and my dreams.

I spent years thinking about, talking about, trying to expel the "demons" that kept me from doing what I knew I should be doing. You've probably never done that.

I focused on why I hadn't done it yet, what was holding me back, how I was different from others, what was wrong with me...ad nauseum

Until the day I embraced this beautiful, painful truth: God never gives anyone a spirit of FEAR, but He won't stop me if I choose FEAR.

I am no more wired for FEAR than Linda Kalafatis or Robin Roberts. The difference is I have, at times, chosen FEAR, allowed it to make decisions for me, allowed it to encourage me to wallow in the gap rather than pushing out and carrying on.

The past two years have been ones of tremendous personal growth through a difficult circumstance. At this point, I can honestly say I FEAR nothing on this Earth.

Now my task is to eradicate the mess FEAR left behind. And I am, bit by bit.

How about you? Has FEAR left a mess somewhere in your life?

The Ohio State Buckeyes are starting a new winning streak today. NO FEAR in their hearts, minds or dugout!

And somewhere between the second line of this blog and this line, I stopped whining about and wallowing in the gap.

Time to close that gap. Bit by Bit.

Maybe you will join me.

We will talk again soon.

BP :)

Friday, February 24, 2012

The Word became a human and lived among us. We saw His true glory—the glory that belongs to the only Son of the Father—and He was full of grace and truth. John 1:14


If you read my blog on Ash Wednesday, you know I made a few promises. Two people at church reminded me of the 40 blog commitment.

I don't make promises often because they are so much easier to make than keep- even with the best intention. On the other hand, promises keep us accountable. I willingly obliged myself to that. Promises of completed blogs and lost pounds and a closer walk.

What I sometimes forget is that I have the greatest power in the Universe willing to help me keep my promises.

Do you ever forget that?

I made You promises a thousand times


I tried to hear from Heaven, but I talked the whole time


I think I made You too small...


If You touched my face would I know You?


Looked into my eyes could I behold You?

In Palm Springs, CA the weather this weekend will be 80 degrees and sunny. The Ohio State Buckeyes will enjoy good weather for their softball tournament! Here in Western PA...yeah, weather not so much like that.

Of course, we do have sunny days in the 80's. But the sun looks and feels different depending on where you are. Have you noticed that? Since I have not yet been west of the Mississippi River, West Coast sun is unfamiliar to me. I had hoped to be in Palm Springs to see the tourney, and I was so looking forward to CA sunshine! Life had different plans.

What do I know of You who spoke me into motion?


Where have I even stood but the shore along Your ocean?

For ten Buckeyes, California is home - and they are delighted to be there! Visiting California will be exciting for me, but I will never know the state and the culture like those girls do. They speak of CaliSWAG, and I get what they mean, but I can't feel it.

In the same way, I laugh when people from warm climates say how much they love snow. But if you spent your life in the South or Southwest, you don't know snow. You don't know shoveling and cleaning cars and driving in it for several months a year.

Which brings me back to the Scripture verse, and to promises...

There are many places I want to see; California, Greece, Italy...I have read about all of them. But reading about them and being there, knowing them, are entirely different.

I have read many books about Jesus, seen movies, participated in Bible studies, sat in church every Sunday for many years.

Does that mean I know Him? Do you know Him? REALLY know Him?

What do I know of Holy? What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?


And a God who gave life its name?


What do I know of Holy? Of the One who the angels praise?


All creation knows Your name on earth and heaven above, What do I know of this love?

The Word - Jesus - became a human being and came to live with us. Say it out loud. He wasn't content want to watch from His throne. He wanted to be where we are. Do you get that?

The "living with us" part isn't past tense. He wants to know us. Me and you. Your partner, your kids, the politicians you despise, the athletes you love.

The people who walked with Him on this Earth had the opportunity to see his true Glory, had the chance to experience his love and grace first-hand. But so do we!

God's promises to us are as real today as the day He made them. And He is always faithful.

The cool thing is that He is willing to help us in every way. When I make a promise to write 40 blogs in 40 days, He will help. When I make a promise to lose 20 pounds in 40 days, He will help.

When you make a promise to spend more time with your family, or rid your home of "stuff" or read the Bible daily, He will help.

If we let him...you knew there was a catch.

I know in the next 40 days, I am going to turn on the TV, and He will nudge me...40 blogs? Or maybe I will reach for chips in the store and get a little shock... 20 pounds?

People say they don't hear or feel nudges like that, but I know He does that. And here is the hard truth...for a long time, I didn't feel it because I didn't pay attention. How about you? OUCH ??

Then I caught a glimpse of who you might be,


The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees

I can still choose not to pay attention, but I won't.

I won't because I have seen his hand, have seen Him work in my life, have been a recipient of His grace.

I don't want to just read about California - I want to be there.

I don't want know who Jesus is - I want to know Him.

How about you?

Maybe we can help each other in the next 38 days.

We will talk again soon...

BP :)

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Lent, Buckeye Softball, and Hunger

I am hungry today.


As far as my stomach goes, that is a rather subjective statement, because I don't truly know what physical hunger feels like. You probably don't either. Not really.

But I am giving some types of food up for Lent - and my spoiled body is protesting. In truth, I could survive for days (weeks?) on water and my stored food....that is a nicer term than "fat"

There are other things for which I am hungry. How about you? Think about it...

My favorite softball team is hungry too. The Ohio State Buckeyes opened the season Feb 10-12, in Clerton FL, by going 2-3. More highs than lows, lots of reason for optimism, just a few difficult innings. In Las Vegas last weekend, they lost their first game, then went on a 4 game rip. Let's hope what happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas this time!

The Ohio State softball program is rich in tradition and success. Head coach Linda Kalafatis is a brilliant motivator and strategist. She has 785 wins for her career, putting her in an elite class. Coach K has lead the Buckeyes to a Big Ten Championship and six appearances in the NCAA Tourney. Ali Viola, assistant head coach, was a three time All-American and a Women's Professional League champion. Danielle Henderson, pitching coach, was a three time All-American and Olympic Gold Medalist. Winning is the expectation at Ohio State.

Can you identify with being part of a company or group or team that is highly successful? Can you relate to MoJo, the SWAG, that comes with that. It is a confidence, a sense of calm, a knowing that even if the ships lists, it will be righted. It is a GOOD feeling.

The 2012 Buckeyes are hungry to get that back. 2011 was an anomaly. Injuries and other challenges lead to only the second losing season in Linda Kalafatis' career.

So the team heads to Palm Springs this week at 6-4... the first time over .500 since the 2010 season. That year, the Buckeyes started off with a loss in a Houston tourney, then won 4 in a row! (Sounds familiar!) They went on to finish 39-14 and advance to their fourth NCAA regional appearance in 5 years, despite having only 2 pitchers by season's end.

The 2012 Buckeyes are hungry. There are six players who were Buckeyes in 2010 - they know how winning feels and are hungry to feel it again. Another seven players experienced 2011, with its 13-37 record, as their first year at OSU- they are hungry to get last year's taste out of their mouths and taste winning. And there are nine newcomers who are hungry to start a new winning streak for Buckeye softball. HUNGRY!

What are you hungry for? What are you going to do about it?

Sometimes when I am hungry, my wishbone is very active. I wish I had more money...I wish I was in better shape...I wish I blah blah blah.

You know what I mean. I know you do.

The 2012 Buckeyes are relying on backbone, not wishbone. They have worked hard in the off-season and in the weight room. They have built camaraderie and a sense of purpose...all under the guidance of an excellent coaching staff.

The 2012 Buckeyes have reacted to their hunger by making a decision....a decision to devote every effort necessary to winning...a decision to BELIEVE without wavering...a decision to stick together as a team with a mission.

Which brings me back to Lent and my hunger...yes, thank you, in my ADD mind, it does bring me back there.

I rarely have physical hunger.

I do, however, have a hunger to be in better shape physically. I have a hunger to simplify my world by getting rid of a bunch of "stuff" I don't need. I have a hunger to make sure all my thoughts run through a Brita-like filter, so I can encourage others with positive energy. I have a hunger to finish the book I have started, and to write a daily blog that speaks to people in a helpful way.

And I have a hunger for Jesus to be more real, more present in everything I do, every moment of my day. So, on this Ash Wednesday, I will make my way to church. Like the Ohio State Buckeyes, I do better with a team of like-minded supporters.

But I still must make a decision about each of my hungers. I must decide to want weight loss more than I want chips, and firm muscles more than I want to sleep or sit on the couch.

I must decide to want simplicity more than I want that special thingy that so-and-so bought that I haven't touched for years but might need next week.

I must decide that because my thoughts become things, I better choose wisely. And because words can either uplift or destroy, I must decide to either lift up or shut up.

I must decide that writing, which I know has its source deep in my being, must be more important than television or cleaning (ouch that's a hard one) or Words With Friends (another hard one).

But the hunger has to be real. I have to want it as much as I want to breathe, more than I want to eat or sleep, more than I want a spotless house with no dirty laundry.

How about you? What hungers do you have? What will you do about it?

The 2012 Buckeyes have a hunger to win...and I can't wait to watch the season play out, and their dream come true.

I have made a decision about my hungers. Ash Wednesday is a great day to start. 40 blogs, 20 pounds off, a finished draft of my book, each day closer to Jesus...all by Easter, April 8.

You can follow how I am doing, and how the Buckeyes are doing, by reading my blogs. Follow me on Twitter (BethPainter1123) - you don't want to miss out!

And think about your hungers...share them if you like.

We will talk tomorrow!

BP :)