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Thursday, March 26, 2015

the land of milk and honey

A case of honey was dropped off on our front porch last week. Twenty cases of bees were dropped off in the apple orchard.

The bees get a great place to live in an orchard full of blossoms. We get a plethora of tiny pollinators to boost the apple yield. And a case of honey. A sweet deal for everyone.


The rich color variations come from the different orchard blossoms. Blackberry orchards produced the darkest jars of honey. So far, I can't taste the difference.


In the Bible, honey symbolizes delight.

Can you imagine, way back in Old Testament days? Food was pretty monotonous. There were not a lot of natural sweeteners lying around. Periodically someone stumbled across honey in the cleft of a rock or an animal carcass... yum. (Maybe the bees were a bit different back then?) Even so, it must have been equivalent to liquid gold.

God's people were wandering in a desert, with the dangling promise of entering the "land of milk and honey"... a land of abundance and delight.

This is a land still promised to all of God's people. Abundance and delight... if only we will follow where He leads.


Psalm 81:10, 16
"I am the Lord your God who brought you up out of Egypt.
Open wide your mouth and I will fill it... 
But you would be fed with the finest of wheat;
with honey from the rock I would satisfy you."
Oh, to be satisfied with honey from The Rock.


This year we consider the generous spoonfuls of honey we add to our tea and oatmeal a special act of worship. A way to remember the Author of delight itself.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

swimming upstream

The condition of my house is overwhelming me. Some days I am constantly moving, trying to keep on top of it all. Somehow there seems to be no visible progress made. In frustration, I tell my husband I feel like I am swimming upstream.

It is the feeling I get when I realize that in the time it took me to wash and fold three loads of laundry, three more loads were generated. In the 20 minutes it took me to make dinner, the toy box exploded in the living room and someone dumped and scattered the contents of every board game we own. When I finally carved out an hour to reorganize a disastrous mess of a closet, the rest of the house fell to pieces. There appears to be no recovery.

Four other people living in this home are working against me and my single-handed attempt to keep this place livable. I am working really hard, and getting nowhere. I am swimming upstream, against a really strong current.

Whether drowning in my own home or drowning in the inevitable onslaught of life, I can't seem to get caught up. I know it isn't me alone experiencing this. I have friends who are drowning in mortgage payments or unexpected bills. Drowning in doctor appointments and the responsibilities of home treatments. Drowning in homework and meaningless assignments. Drowning in the balance between work-life and home-life. Drowning in family dysfunction. Drowning in shame over the past, a thing which can not be changed. Drowning in guilt, bitterness, anger, unhealthy thought patterns, addictions that don't help anyone.

Life doesn't need an invitation to beat us down in discouragement. Daily routines take all of the energy we have just to stay afloat. One added accident, crisis, or heartache is enough to sink us.

When I am working really hard and making no progress, I have to ask myself, what am I striving for? Am I really in this exhausted state because I want a cleaner house? Am I drained of energy because there are more tasks to be completed than minutes in the day? The answer is usually that I am striving for the wrong things. The place where I imagine the laundry is finished, the bills are all paid, the children are healthy and sleeping well, and the toys live permanently on their respective shelves, is a place of controlled peace. The problem with controlled peace is that the moment any item in the equation changes I begin to, once again, feel that I am swimming upstream.

God does not intend for us to drown in the waters of life. Actually, most Biblical references to water are intended to be life-giving.

The image of water presented in Psalm 23, one of the most well known passages in all of Scripture, is one of refreshment and restoration. Quite contrary to the image of swimming upstream, it says that God will lead us beside quiet waters. It is a picture of God leading anxious, striving people to a calm and restorative place. A place where life still happens, but we are not using our entire supply of energy to still feel needy in the end.


The quiet waters that God promises are not dependent on my circumstances, or the condition of my house, or the lack of help I am getting from the people around me. He leads me to a place where I can take a drink, and take a breath, and take a moment in the midst of it all. Following Him doesn't change the strength of the current, it changes how much I am affected by it.
Psalm 23 (The Message)
God, my shepherd!
    I don’t need a thing.
You have bedded me down in lush meadows,
    you find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to your word,
    you let me catch my breath
    and send me in the right direction. 
Even when the way goes through
    Death Valley,
I’m not afraid
    when you walk at my side.
Your trusty shepherd’s crook
    makes me feel secure. 
You serve me a six-course dinner
    right in front of my enemies.
You revive my drooping head;
    my cup brims with blessing. 
Your beauty and love chase after me
    every day of my life.
I’m back home in the house of God
for the rest of my life.
   
Find God, and you have found a quiet pool to drink from. You have found a moment to collect. Beauty and love are the only things chasing after you. And I like to imagine that when I am home in the house of God, the cooking and cleaning is somebody else's responsibility.



Thursday, March 5, 2015

for the sleep-deprived mother

For the past six and a half years, since I very first became a mother, it seems that issues related to sleep have consumed our household.

A tiny fraction of my sleepless nights have been due to my own sleep issues related to pregnancy and weird nursing hormones and the odd night filled with anxiety here and there. A tiny fraction, mind you, belongs to adults in the house.

The vast majority of the sleep issues are entirely the fault of one or more children who live under this roof. The child who decides that sleep is simply not something he feels like doing at midnight, or 3am, or some number of horrid hours in between. The child who feels that crying for insane amounts of time is preferable. The child who incorrectly assumes that throwing an angry fit will give me some compassion and allow her to stay awake. Or perhaps the child who finds that coming into my bed to talk to me and poke me all night and play with my hair is a much more entertaining option.

Besides creating a general state of exhaustion, it creates a persona of self-doubt. A sentiment perpetuated by other mothers who love to talk about how well their own child is sleeping.  As if getting a baby to sleep through the night by 6-weeks, or 12-weeks, or even 20-weeks-old has somehow granted them a pass into the Excellent Mother Club.

What am I doing wrong? And why is it that other people's children are the same ones who sleep through the night AND take long 4 hour naps every afternoon? Isn't there some kind of sleep fairness rule that says if the child (and mother) doesn't get enough sleep at night that he should make up for it during the day?

Let me tell you that I have read a LOT of books on getting children to sleep and I have tried a lot of different methods. I have even gone to such desperate measures as climbing into my child's crib to get him to go back to sleep. You might think that is part of the problem, and you might be right. But when everything else has been tried to no avail then climbing into the crib actually seems like a great option. I will spare you the trial, however, because it doesn't work either.

Whether the problem is middle of the night wakings, or dreadfully short naps, or a child who loves dawn patrol, my children have never been great sleepers. In issues related to parenting, I have probably cried out to God more times asking for sleep than I have for anything else. Lord please let the baby sleep for more than 45 minutes this time! I don't think I will make it through my day if I don't get some rest!

He rarely answers the way I want Him to.

In one of my sleep-desperate days, I stumbled upon Psalm 127 which says:

In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat - 
for the Lord grants sleep to those He loves. 
Psalm 127:2

To whom will He grant sleep? 
To those He loves. Me. You. Sleep-deprived mothers everywhere. Especially the ones who have been awake at odd hours of the night caring for the precious children that have been entrusted to them.

He will grant sleep to the mother who spent the majority of the night rocking a sick baby. The mother who held her daughter's hair back while she vomited over and over again until the virus passed. The mother who can't bear to let her child "cry-it-out". The mother who is so consumed with love for her child that she must arise to check on him. The mother who returns throughout the night to quell a cough, or a fever, or a simple lonely cry. The mother who knows she is the earthly caretaker of this little love and puts his needs above her own.

The Lord grants sleep to those He loves. When I cry out to God for the gift of sleep, He often answers me not with more hours of rest, but with more ounces of strength.

I have learned that God made women incredibly capable. Somehow all of that laboring children into the world and spending months of sleepless nights with newborns only makes us stronger. As we lean on Him, we are stronger still.

In that, comes the knowledge that He will always give us the strength to do what He asks us to do.

He asked me to raise three children who have some kind of terrible sleeping gene. In turn, He gives me the strength to do it.

The strength is given one tiny miracle at a time. Sometimes the miracle is in the minutes of sleep. Sometimes it is in the husband who says "Go take a nap while I watch them." Sometimes the miracle is a show on television.

I will always feel that this psalm was written specifically for the generations of mothers plagued by sleep issues. The next verse says it all:

In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat -
for the Lord grants sleep to those He loves.
Children are a heritage from the Lord, 
offspring a reward from Him.
Psalm 127:2,3

Besides being an ever-present source of enervation, children are a heritage, a reward, a gift.  In sleeplessness, we are challenged to depend more upon God for our strength.  All of the ways that we grow to be a little more Christ-like end up being part of the reward.

Take heart, exhausted friend! You are not alone in this journey. The Lord knows exactly what you need to make it through today. Indeed, He grants sleep to those He loves.