I have a new soul mate hero!
He's dead; but none-the-less, his words connect with my soul. We agree! We see a desperate need for authentic, deep, soul conversation. This is the whole reason for this SOS blog, by the way, scary as it was to begin it!
Frank Laubach was born in 1884. I graduated from High School in 1984 - one hundred years later. We're generations apart, yet, we have a lot in common. I just wanted to share with you today one thing we have in common. Here's a quote from one of his writings as he was considering sharing his soul talk with the public:
"In defense of my opening my soul and laying it bare to the public gaze in this fashion, I may say that it seems to me that we really seldom do anybody much good excepting as we share the deepest experiences of our souls in this way. It is not the fashion to tell your inmost thoughts, but there are many wrong fashions, and concealment of the best in us is wrong. I disapprove of the usual practice of talking "small talk" whenever we meet, and holding a veil over our souls. If we are so impoverished that we have nothing to reveal but small talk, then we need to struggle for more richness of soul. As for me, I am convinced that this spiritual pilgrimage which I am making is infinitely worthwhile, the most important thing I know of to talk about. And talk I shall while there is anybody to listen."
I am so with you Frank! Can't wait to meet this guy in heaven.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Last Dance, Daddy
I love my dad. I truly did not realize how deep my love for him ran in my blood until he died one year ago - way too soon. I miss him so much. I miss you, Dad.
This is a true story.
To our shock and devastation my dad got lung cancer and it went to his bones. It was a slow and fast 8 months watching my gentle father face this disease, and ultimately watching it take him over.
It was a beautiful, horrible experience living and loving Dad those 8 months. My love went into full gear to physically be with him, ride the emotional tsunamis, and spiritually plead before the throne of grace for him. In the end God showed me that Dad’s faith in Jesus Christ alone for his salvation was sure, but that his physical body and life would not be spared.
Just prior to my dad learning that he had cancer, a friend of mine from church found out that her husband had cancer. He was the same age as my dad. He died a few months before my dad and I remember my friend telling me that God had given her the most beautiful dreams about her and her husband; to the point that she would wake up laughing because they were having so much fun together. She told how much these dreams encouraged her. After my daddy died, I secretly hoped God would give me a dream like that – but I certainly didn’t hold Him to it. After all, He’s so unique and creative that I figured he would soothe my soul the way it needed to be soothed.
Much to my delight and surprise I woke yesterday morning feeling so warmly loved. God gave me a dream about my dad! If I had to name it, it would be called, “Last Dance, Daddy.” I wrote it all down as soon as I woke up. I’d like to share it with you.
Thank you for my dream last night, Lord. It was about Dad and me. It made me feel so warm and loved and cherished and needed. There was reality and pain, too. The reality of cancer was still in Dad’s body. The pain of the unwelcomed anticipation of his death and of time ticking away was there, so I had to enjoy the dance and absorb my daddy's warmth.
Dad and I were dancing…as if it were my wedding reception. The room was very crowded with tables and guests. It was inside, but it was outside. It was my wedding reception to Dad and me, but I didn’t wear a wedding dress and he was kind of just out of the hospital; still sick, patchy hair, tired. To the other people at the party there was another occasion being celebrated, but it wasn’t unusual that Dad and I were dancing there. It was like we were soaking in this last dance because we knew the inevitable was coming, and we just needed each other’s love; to breathe it in and bottle it up.
So we danced close and I touched Dad’s head and hair and I got to kiss his unshaven face and tenderly cradle the back of his head, and hug cheek to cheek. He loved me and I could just feel it. I just knew it.
It was natural to be with dad in this place, even though our dance was awkward. We bumped into tables with our legs. It was tight in the room; anyone would have bumped into tables. We didn’t care, though; we just wanted to draw in as much love for each other that we could. People watched us with tenderness and care, but we weren’t the focus of attention by any stretch, nor did we want to be. We knew it was a little unusual to be dancing here in this place at this time. No one else was dancing. I don’t even think there was any music playing. But we had to dance; this we knew. It was the deepest way we could revel in each other’s love in these, our last moments together.
He got tired and we had to sit down on a bench. He leaned into me and I got to just be with my dad; to just feel the warmth of his body next to mine; life next to life, love next to love. I got to care for him, hug, touch, talk, stroke his head. Precious. Beautiful.
I woke up feeling so loved, so useful, so accepted, so satisfied; but still – feeling such a longing for it to be different; that my dad would still be here on this earth with me so I could enjoy the light of his face, warmth of his smile, music in his voice, and sparkle in his eye. I really do miss him so much.
I’m much more settled inside; not nearly as fragile and broken. I accept the reality of death, and cheer for God’s victory over it. But my life is so not the same; so not the same. Yet I thank you God, today, for one last dance with my daddy. It sure did mean a lot to me that You would give me such a heart-felt gift. I sure didn’t expect or demand it, Lord, but you gave it anyways because you are such a kind and thoughtful Father. You are THE powerful warrior who is triumphant over death – both spiritual and physical, and yet you are so tender and careful to attend to our deepest needs and wounds.
How thankful I am for the opportunity to submit my true story to the She Speaks Conference in North Carolina
http://www.aholyexperience.com/2011/03/how-christians-create-art-she-speaks-scholarship/
Thursday, March 24, 2011
De-fogging
Where in the world did March go? And why in the world won’t the snow go?
Have you ever gotten through an entire month and wondered how in the world you were unable to (or just didn’t) do ANY of your goals? Or you just feel like you have accomplished like, nothing. Kind of like you were in a fog for weeks?
This happened to me this month and I’m trying to figure out why. I had 6 goals for the month. Want to hear them?
#1 – 8@8 Routine / 5x week – What this means that at 8pm every night (5 nights a week) I should spend 8 minutes reviewing my day and setting my agenda for the next day.
#2 – Kidz +3 / 5days a week – This just means that I should give one positive comment to my 3 kids every day at least 5 days a week.
#3 – Bin 30 / 5days a week – Empty/organize one Rubbermaid storage bin or spend 30 minutes a day sorting a bin 5 days a week. (So that I can know what is in the 53 bins I have in the basement and toss what is unnecessary clutter).
#4 – Quicken 60 / 2x week – This has to do with getting our finances and budget to another level.
#5 – Die File 30 / 1x week – I’m preparing a file for my kids so that if and when I die (in 50 years!) they will know what to do, putting the least amount of strain on them.
#6 – 30-10-5 / 4x week – This is an exercise routine that I want to follow 4x a week.
Aren’t those nice goals? Don’t they look pretty on paper?
NOW WHY COULDN’T I TOUCH THEM THIS MONTH??
What happens to us when we get into those crazy fogs? Are they emotional fogs? Mind fogs? Spiritual fogs? Physical or relational fogs? What are they anyways?
Upon observing and analyzing myself (which I find nearly impossible NOT to do) I have found three reasons:
#1 – Derailed (again) by a relational stress that sucked a lot of energy out of me and threw me into the bitter-grudge holding mode.
#2 – TV – Instead of the usual one hour news on TV, I found myself staying planted in front of TV for an additional 1 to 2 hours per NIGHT. (There went my 8@8 goal).
#3 – Spiritual abduction – Upon examining what was going on in my head (the things I was thinking about a lot), I found that I had a lot of crap in there; quite literally a lot of lies! Things like: “I’m not a very good mom because 2 out of 3 kids left the house this morning disgruntled.” “I haven’t been up early in months! I'm really slacking.” “I have relational issues with everyone.” And the list goes on! And on.
One day in particular last week broke me out of the fog. I call it my “I’m sick of this shit” day. I’m sorry if that word offends you. I know I’m a Christian and all, but I have to call it like I see it…and the stuff in my head was shit.
So, a great Christian friend and I went through all the crappy crap in our heads and called the lies lies and spoke out the truth about who we are in Christ and who Jesus Christ is and what he’s done for us! We talked warrior talk (prayer and truth telling) and told the enemy of our souls where to go.
Gotta tell ya, the fog lifted over the course of the day; love and forgiveness worked its way back into my soul; and the TV has been put back into its proper place (well, almost).
Never underestimate the battles raged against you in the spiritual realm if you are a follower of Christ. Satan just hates that about you - that you are a follower of Christ that is!
I leave you with two powerful truths in the form of quotes by famous people:
“All we really have to do as believers, from the time we get up in the morning until we go to bed at night, is to love God with all our heart and soul and mind and strength, obey his commands, and trust his promises. That is all. Everything else is secondary.” --Bill Bright.
“With meekness, humility, and diligence, apply yourself to the duties of your condition. They are the seemingly little things which make no noise that do the business.” -- Henry More.
I am no longer in the fog that felt like PMS on steroids (sorry guys). I am free once again to live all out for the One who created me. Hope you can do the same!
Monday, February 28, 2011
Red Dressin' It
I love watching the faces of a bride and groom at their wedding!
Last weekend I was visiting a friend in Chicago and we watched a TV show called....American Bride....or Wedding Dresses ...something or other. I was struck with one very awesome dress! Most of the dresses were crazy expensive, and almost all of them were gorgeous, but there was ONE DRESS that stood out from every other dress...by a long shot. And I found myself saying, "Man, I wish I would have worn THAT on my wedding day!"
I don't think I would have had the guts to wear it when I was 22 years old, though. I may have been an extrovert and a sanguine (very needed for this dress), but I don't think I would have had the confidence. A little more into people pleasing back then I was.
There is something about getting older and a little more experienced that makes you more daring, don't you think? And, there is really something that changes in a person after the deep grief experience of losing someone very precious to you. Losing my daddy has changed me deeply. It makes you evaluate the way you live your life. And, I'm telling you, if I were then who I am today; I would definitely be RED DRESSIN' IT to MY wedding!
The girl was beautiful, young, dark haired and spicy fun, if you know what I mean. You could tell by the giant sparkles in her eye that she loved surprises...and loved to shock people out "normal" life. She didn't settle for the same old same old. She had no intention of letting her life be a bore. She was all about living life to the full...full...full. And, she just didn't care what other people thought.
She wore a red dress to her wedding! A sparkly RED dress. I'm no wedding dress expert, but I've never seen a red wedding dress! She was spectacular! And what I absolutely LOVED the most was the expression on her husband-to-be's face. He was totally wowed. No sooner had the look of WOW crossed his face, than he confidently nodded his head up and down, knowingly, as if to say, "Yep. THIS IS the woman I'm marrying in all her fullness. The dress matches who she is." It was a look of rightness...of authenticity...of no pretense. What she wore matched who she was.
That's how I want God to look at me, his bride. (The bible calls us Christians the 'bride of Christ'. I like that honor). I want to be wholeheartedly, unashamedly, undeniably authentic; the very person God created me to be! No one else. Just me.
A friend sent me a valentine card this year that said, "I love who you are." "Wow, thanks," I thought. Those words make me relax and breathe deeply. I like the way God made me. And it's a blast watching how he's made everyone else. What a beautiful tapestry of God's handiwork we are.
Who knows how much more life I get to live on this earth. All I know is I'm RED DRESSIN' IT the rest of the way. Life's too short to wear what everyone else is wearing.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Clearing the Air
I love personality tests. Just by reading that sentence, most of you know how YOU feel about personality tests. Everyone is different. I just happen to be one of “those” who love them!
One of my favorite tests is called Strengthsfinder. It emphasizes capitalizing on our strengths rather than focusing on how to fix our weaknesses. According to their studies, we spend way too much time trying to shore up our weaknesses; time which would be better spent capitalizing on our strengths, and those of others.
One of my main strengths is called harmony. It basically means that I like to have harmony in my personal (and workplace) relationships. I have been called a peace-maker more than once. But because I am also opinionated and aggressive in the way I present my thoughts, it also surprises people to know I have the harmony strength, but I do. It bothers me deeply when there isn’t harmony in my relationships and when I see others who aren’t in harmony. Confrontation to me is a means to a beautiful end - harmony.
In my experience and observation, most conflicts go unresolved. This kills me! I think it is a missed opportunity to show love and to deepen relationships. It seems to me people find it hard to know how and when to confront; and to know if we’re being “overly sensitive” (as I’ve been accused of) or quite reasonable. Do you know what I mean?
That’s why when I heard the idea of “Clearings” this week I was SO EXCITED! I love practical advice that I can put to immediate use. And I can’t wait to put this one to use. (That would be my "Activator" strength coming out!)
A clearing, according to some new friends who practice it, is where you come together with a person you have a conflict with, as well as a neutral party. There are three of you together in a sort of meeting.
If you have been hurt or offended in some way you (person #1) ask the “offender” (person #2) for a clearing. You ask a neutral person (#3) to come along to help keep things on track. (If you have you ever confronted someone or been confronted yourself, you have probably found that before you know it, the whole point is thrown off track by defensiveness or something else; hence the need for a neutral person!)
So, the three of you meet and it basically goes like this (my version of a very quick explanation):
1) FACTS - Bring up the facts: “The other day I came into the room and as soon as I saw you, you turned around and left the room.”
2) STORY - Tell the “story” you made up about that: “The story I made up in my head about that was that you didn’t want to be around me.”
3) FEEL - Tell how you feel about that: “This made me feel like a loser, and very devalued by you.”
4) TRIGGER - Tell what this reminds you about yourself (or what it triggers in you): “This brings me back to 5th grade when as soon as I would come out onto the playground, a bunch of girls would quickly turn around and walk away from me. It crushed me.”
5) YOU DO - What would you like from this person? “When you see me coming into a room, I would like you to look me in the eye and talk with me for a minute.”
a. What if person #2 hasn’t a clue that they “did“this to you? If this is the case, we must believe them (This is my own advice, not my friend’s advice).
b. What if person #2 DID do this on purpose for a reason? If this is the case, person #2 can bring this problem to YOU in another clearing – but NOT during the current clearing because this is for person #1. Person #2’s responsibility is to just listen with no verbiage (again, hence person #3’s presence is needed).
6) I DO - What you would like from yourself (something measureable): “When I’m feeling rejected like this, I will come up to you that day and ask you about it so we can keep the air clear between us.”
I can’t imagine that all clearings would be that simple, but don’t you think this would be a great way to get to the truth in broken relationships? How often do we think or believe this or that about someone or some situation, only to find out weeks, months or years later that it wasn’t the case at all!
Why does it take us so long (if ever) to seek out the truth? Why do we live so long with feelings of hurt and rejection? Why not go after the truth immediately?
It seems like a better way to love people to me.
It does take humility, vulnerability and risk! We can appear overly sensitive. But doesn’t everyone struggle in these ways to one degree or another? Isn’t it worth being wrong or too sensitive in order to get understanding, harmony, and a greater love for one another?
What if the literal air we breathed was polluted every time our relational air was? So much choking would be taking place.
It’s worth clearing the air! I'm so tired of choking.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
One kid’s cool is another kid’s gross
It was a groggy school morning. Our two junior-highers were sitting at the table eating breakfast in their usual fashion – heads down, quiet, keeping to themselves. I stood at the sink working on the dishes, when the silence was broken with a disgusted, “Ugh….oh….eich!” Our 13 year old daughter abruptly pushed her chair back and walked out of the kitchen. Our 11 year old boy continued eating his cereal, his back towards me. I didn’t know what, if anything happened, so I kept to myself. I was tired too.
About a minute later, our 6th grade boy got up from the table, turned towards me with cereal bowl in hand, and a very interesting look on his face. You know the comic strip Calvin and Hobbes? He had the look of Calvin on his face. It’s hard to put it into words, but the expression on his face was a quiet, delighted satisfaction. Not the kind of delight that you work really hard for and are then rewarded; rather, the kind of satisfaction that comes when you’ve been given an unexpected gift. It was pure delight.
“What happened?” I said. “Did you sneeze?” “Yeah,” he said. “And my cereal came out my nose.” He couldn’t have looked more pleased. He padded out of the kitchen before I could process the entire scene, but soon the conclusion hit me: One kid’s cool is another kid’s gross!
What a demonstration of how people see things. What a perfect example of differing perspectives! How DO we put up with each other? It struck me that if I asked my daughter about this table encounter with her brother she would describe it completely differently than he. And, if I asked her about it 20 years from now, I’m pretty sure she would still have a disgusted look on her face as she described it. How would he describe it? I highly doubt there would be any look of disgust on his face or in his voice! The same story – but two very different adjectives used to describe it: delight and disgust!
What a picture of marriage. What a picture of friendship. What a picture of the human existence. This past week I discovered that my husband and I have very different perspectives on how we look at part of the Bible. I was kind of shocked at how opposite we were. God and the Bible are at the core of who we are as people; so after 22 years of marriage to find out that we had such strong opinions and that they were so different was pretty wild! Over the years people have said to us: “You guys are so different.” I never realized how different until this last week! (He’ll come around).
If someone were to ask me how we manage to keep a marriage strong when we are so different, I think my answer would be, “Two things: I know he loves me, and I know he is imperfect.” And the same is true of me. So, there you have it, yet another example of love in my adventure of how to love people better. We’re commanded by God to love each other so there is always SOME way to do it.
Gotta tell ya, I’m typing this fast because I need to be somewhere…but even as I type my husband stands 20 feet directly in front of me singing the theme song from the Love Boat show, loudly - obnoxiously. I am not kidding. And I just told him to shut up and stop singing AT me. He claims he was singing it “into the AIR”. Right. He works very hard to get me to react – and is often successful. Yes, I did just call him an idiot (the reaction he was looking for); but he knows I love him and I know he loves me, imperfect though we are.
One person’s “air” is another person’s “at.”
One person’s “air” is another person’s “at.”
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Hard Work, but so far so good!
Loving is hard work. Forgiving even harder! But I am finding that it is not impossible! A CONSTANT effort and awareness of God’s help, yes! But not impossible!
Writing these blogs every week has forced me to look at the fact that I….Diane Alsens…struggle big time with easy offenses, anger, and bitterness! How lovely. How beautiful. JUST what I want to be remembered for! No! Precisely the opposite is true! I want to be thought of now and remembered later for being gentle, kind, self controlled; even dignified, funny, and godly! It is a battle to fight off the crappy crap so that the good can dominate my character.
I am fully convinced that it is God – our Creator – who enables us to do the things that we cannot do on our own. Forgiveness is evidence of this in me. Loving people who annoy me is another example of God’s transforming work in my life. Some people actually say to me that they can’t believe I could be mean to anyone, or that I’m impatient or irritable. (Hear my uproarious laughter!) If people say or see that in me….it’s ALL God.
I believe God wants me to live a life that has his love and goodness written all over it. It is my goal to do so, but I cannot do it without him. I consider it sort of a partnership or cooperative effort (me doing the cooperating, he doing a loving, patient partner-thing until I do cooperate.
I was in the shower this week (yeah, my weekly shower). My brain goes crazy in the shower! My thoughts run rampant there. And on one particular day this week, a long string of negative emotions and thoughts were absolutely flying through my brain as it related to yes, yet another person who annnnnnnnoys me!
So, I gripe to God in the shower. “God, I can’t help that I keep thinking about this! I am not trying to drudge this stuff up. It just keeps coming! Please tell me what to do about it.”
Have you ever “heard” God’s voice? I have never heard an audible out loud voice that I thought was God, but I often hear an inner-voice. I know that sounds Twilight Zone-like. But it is true. It comes sometimes right in the moments after a prayer like I prayed in the shower; or through a series of events that take place after I’ve been praying or journaling about some problem or question. Other times it comes in the form of a Bible verse that pops into my head, or that I stumble across while reading. Yet other times it’s like the same answer comes to me 3 or 4 times from different sources (a friend, a sermon, the radio, even a person who annoys me!) If the ‘sense’ I’m getting, or voice I’m hearing doesn’t conflict with God’s word, the Bible, I feel it’s a nudge or word from him to me.
I “heard” the immediate voice this time in the shower. After I asked God what I should do about the constant flow of negative thoughts about this person he said this: “Think about something good. Think about something else.” I will be very honest. I felt my spirit snicker at first, saying, “Oh, like it’s that simple.” But I didn’t follow that snicker. I followed the advice. I wanted to do the 2nd thing first….think about something else. “No problem.” I thought, “ I’d LOVE to think about ANYTHING ELSE but this person!” However, I sensed a nudge in my soul saying….”Do the first one first,” Meaning, think about something good about this person first. (Man, that’s like having to eat brussels sprouts before you get desert!) This was followed by MUCH sarcasm in my mind and spirit: “Like there’s anything good about THEM.”
If loving and forgiving people aren’t spiritual inner battles, I don’t know what are!
So, I forced….absolutely forced... my mind to “look at” a few good things about this person. I spoke these things out loud, thanking God for the good things about this person that I have benefitted from.
Do you know? The mind/emotion battle has lightened greatly for the balance of my week! And this is just what I hope for next week: more rest and freedom from these ridiculous offenses, emotions and hurts. I don’t know about you, but I have a life to live! And I cannot afford 40 minute showers!
A bible verse comes to mind now: “Because the Sovereign Lord helps me, I will not be dismayed. Therefore, I have set my face like a stone, determined to do his will. And I know that I will triumph.” Isaiah 50:7.
I believe that. Just call me stone-face.
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