Tuesday, September 25, 2012

The Little Foxes


 “Catch the foxes for us,

The little foxes

That spoil the vineyards,

For our vineyards are in blossom”

 
It’s been another hard week:  from issues with prodigals to broken hearted loved ones;   to excruciating headaches and friends enduring great loss; to recurring “mom guilt” “wife guilt” and now even “friend guilt”, a list of household projects - a mile long and growing.  The perceived deficit of time and energy is daily propagated.  So daily grows the volume of bills to pay, conversations to initiate and administrative tasks to complete.  Concerns for my children as they've entered adulthood have increased exponentially rather than subside as I naievely anticipated.  It’s been another hard week“  is a five-word, trivial, understated assessment of the last seven days. 
A group conversation at the onset of the week affirmed what I already knew to be true – I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE in the proverbial weeds.  Most of my friends and family members have expressed similar pressures in recent days.   Along with others, I’ve acknowledged that if only one or two issues existed – then we’d be better able to manage the calendar, clock and conflict.  However, we all feel under attack with multiple issues in every facet of life.  (I didn’t even mention hormones, car or internet issues – but hey, they are not to be discounted as they add a layer of complexity uniquely problematic!) 
So, as one who routinely looks for the “good” in everything – I’m still doing so and clinging to those silver linings, but with the sheer volume of “life stuff” – it has been a bit more challenging to realign my attitude.  Last week, in a group discussion regarding “life stuff”, someone mentioned “it’s the little foxes that eat the vines.”  This passage didn’t stand out to me.  Now I know it was not by chance that I researched this text – it really spoke to me.   
Foxes are:

·         Found in deserts, but also in leafy vineyards
·         They are cute, fast, and little – because of their small size they’re not taken seriously
·         Described as crafty, carnivorous, cunning and active
·         Destructive to vines
·         Dwell in holes or underbrush so they can be hard to detect
·         Scripturally Illustrative of:

o   False prophets
o   Cunning and deceitful people
o   Enemies of the church (Song of Solomon 2:15)

Many of the “life scenarios” mentioned above are  "Little foxes” in effect - likely to distract, discourage, and set up for an attack.  However, they serve as a reminder of our need for diligence,   intentionality, and steadfast pursuit of time with the Lord.  (Not just talking to Him, or boldly “casting our cares” onto Him; but actively listening to Him while resting in His presence and His promises.) 
Let’s face it, the busier we are and the more distractions that come our way, our temptation will be to take shortcuts (I confess – GUILTY!).   The truth of the matter is that it’s in these times we especially need to make time with the Lord a priority.   Those little distractions may simply be the enemy’s way of trying to rob us of the fruitful lives we are free to experience when we abide in the Vine of Christ.   
(Since foxes exist in the desert and also in plush, green vineyards – it seems logical that we are subject to their wiles whether in a desert place or in a place of plenty.  No one is exempt.)

Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. (John 15:4)

"Outfoxing the foxes" leads to recapturing joy, peace, order, proper focus and a fruitful life.
 

 
Speaking of distractions, obstacles or discouragements in the form of "little foxes" - several months ago, I implemented a “worry list”.  I can’t take credit for the concept, because it was discovered via a google search.  The process is simple.  At the beginning of your personal devotions, create a written list of every concern you have – regardless of how big or small.  It could be the health of your spouse, your child or your cat; a leaking faucet; car repairs; medical bills; weight gain; hair loss; fallouts with friends; a loved one’s salvation; the crumbling marriage of a friend; a brand new marriage of another; time management issues; retirement accounts, acne on photo days, etc.  Write down any “thing” or any situation that causes you apprehension, alarm or frustration.   

Once you’ve written every concern on paper, review the list.  For each item listed, ask yourself “is there something I can do about this?  If so, create an “action item” to be completed later.  If there is nothing literally to be done about a situation, write out a simple prayer.   
This basic exercise has guarded against distraction throughout an extended time of prayer.   This process has also been beneficial by keeping issues and my appropriate response in perspective.

 

 

 

Thursday, September 20, 2012

A Trail of Tears: Part Deux

Wow, today I was blown away by the number of people who either verbally, or in writing:

  • Agreed with; sympathized with; or identified with  last night’s post
  • Showed concern for me; making sure I wasn’t ready to “jump”, or lovingly ensuring that my sadness wasn’t overwhelming or long-lasting
  • Complimented my writing ability….  (Thanks, you two!)

When one person said, “it was kind of sad” – I quickly recalled the words of a very wise pastor at a marriage conference several years ago.  He spoke of anger – not being a sin (as is often perceived); but anger being a God-given emotion.  At the conference he elaborated, indicating it’s what the person “does” with their anger that determines if it crosses over into sin.  Anger directed inward = depression; anger directed outward = rage.  For several reasons, that session never left my recollection.
Similarly, I see sadness as another God-given emotion.  “Jesus wept.”  - If Jesus wept, and He was without sin – why should it be wrong for the rest of us?  Surely, He models that feeling sadness or grief is acceptable. As with most things, I’m sure moderation is key.  If we live in a perpetual state of despondency, then something is clearly wrong and appropriate aid is needed.  (Another reason we should live in community!)  In all transparency, I’ve been there too.  In the past – depression invaded my life.  Relief was sought via counseling and at points, medication.  Many of my friends and family members have done the same and in no way, do episodes of depression or it's treatment convey a weakness.    For some, taking medication for depression is no different than medication for diabetes, high blood pressure, cholesterol, sexual dysfunction or ADHD.   Somewhere along the way, society decided to make it taboo.
Anyway,  this is just a quick update to let my friends and family know that all is well.  Last night’s tears served their purpose as “salt tablets”. It felt good to wail and I believe those tears were truly God-ordained.  They pulled me toward the Word, to a deeper place in prayer…and at the same time – weeping freely felt plainly therapeutic!  Not much has changed in the situations my friends, family and I are facing….but my outlook has. 

For now, I’m getting ready for a delayed birthday dinner with a friend at one of my new favorite restaurants, “Seed.”   I am blessed – every day and in every circumstance.  Sometimes, it’s just a matter of clearing out the cobwebs and vetting thoughts and emotions against the grid of God’s unfailing promises.

Off to dinner….

 

 

 

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

A Trail of Tears


In 1968, my then “expectant” parents saw the outdoor performance of “Unto these Hills”.  Supposedly, the reenactment included the story of “Tawnda”.  Rumor has it my name was sealed at that event.  The tagline for the historical outdoor play, still going on in 2012 reads: The story of the Cherokee people through the eons, through the zenith of their power, through the heartbreak of the Trail of Tears, to the present day. 
For most of my life, I’ve thought my given name was somewhat prophetic.  “Tawnda”, was long said to be the name of a young Cherokee Princess struggling on the Trail of Tears.   Existence of a “Tawnda” in either Cherokee history or Indian Lore has not been validated, despite my limited efforts.   Regardless, the name I long abhorred strangely seems to fit. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trail_of_Tears) .  
Tonight, standing at the kitchen sink, with Christina Perry’s “A Thousand Years” in the background – the taste of salt on my lips was relentless.  Streams flowed down my cheek like a raging river.  Some of the flow ended on my lips, forced to taste.  Some tears dropped like rain on the stainless steel basin and splattered like bloodstain.  The “saltiness” has never been more prominent.  I’m a prolific “cryer” – so I know these tears were different.  Why?

 Is it…

  • The broken, wounded heart of one so innocent and loved so dearly?
  • The agonizing “waiting” my closest friend is experiencing?  The “waiting” that just a few days ago was not even close to mind?
  • The hurtful tone of another in my direction today?  The hurtful tone of one of my dear friends – over a trivial PREFERENCE?
  • The misery of some close to me…. Waiting?  Watching?  Feeling backed in a corner so that sin is their only perceived option?  (Me, realizing sin is NEVER the right response – and knowing full well the consequences and guilt will far outweigh the momentary relief?)
  • Phone calls for rescheduled CT scans – unexpected, out of the blue? 
  • Longing to be a better wife – better Mom - better “Mimi” -  better friend –  better niece –  better granddaughter – better daughter-in-law, -  better Homemaker – better financial manager – better at working out – better at “doing it all” …and realizing, time, distance and circumstances in some cases – act as the “lid”?  Wondering what I can change, let go of?
  • Wishing for more hours in the day?  (Wondering if those hours were granted, would they just become filled with column fodder or would I select and prioritize more wisely?)
  • Wondering why my inbox never seems caught up?  Wondering why my errand list never ends?  Wondering why I feel there aren’t enough minutes in the day, days in the month,      months in the year?
  • How can I do it all?  How can I do it well?  (This is an anthem too often played).  Is a crazy, busy life a life that’s full and pleasing to God?  (NO) 
These, were the immediate responses to the origin of tears…. Don't get me wrong - something felt strangely good about expressing that avalanche of emotion, fully - without concern over who might be in the next room, or in the hall outside of my office.  Those tears were cleansing and real.  I hate when people say, "Oh - don't cry...."  Giving permission to oneself or to another to weep without hesitation is freeing. 

But, as the waterworks continued and my mind took the time I too often deny - a story I hadn’t thought of, in years, came to mind.  As a small child, I vividly recall my grandmother telling me about her and Papa working at a shipyard in Brunswick.  Since they were working in the brutal South Georgia heat, in the direct sun – their supervisors gave them frequent salt tablets.  The salt tablets were to evoke thirst….the thirst would keep them and other laborers hydrated.  Ultimately, the salt led to a thirst for water which preserved their lives.   Why she told me that story – I don’t recall.  Maybe we were looking at old black and white photos as I often enjoyed doing – and that story came as narration for some.  Regardless, it impacted me tonight – out of nowhere.
Are tears God’s mechanism for ultimately hydrating us?   It makes total sense.  Most, but not all of my tears tonight were “others” focused –not necessarily in response to direct pain.  (Although, as a wife, mom and close friend – it’s hard to tell the difference at times.)    I would so gladly stand in for the storms that my babies face but as I was reminded on Sunday – the safest place for parents to be is out of God’s way.   (Ah – finally, an area in which my parents excelled.)
It’s no secret to those around me –  I’m a bit of a crybaby.  This week has elicited many tears – tears of joy and thanksgiving, tears of compassion, remembrance, and yes – even tears of frustration.  (Those are self-centered.)  Whatever the catalyst for tear-stained cheeks and tear-splattered sinks, I’m seeing their purpose in a different light.   Those tears that penetrated my lips and touched my tongue are no different than the salt tablets given to shipyard workers in the 1940s.  My tears are to make me thirsty…. To make me crave THE life sustaining “Living Water.”

…time for a trip to The Well.

t 
 
 “Come, everyone who thirsts,

come to the waters;

       and he who has no money,

come, buy and eat!

       Come, buy wine and milk

without money and without price. [1]

 
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for my people have committed two evils:

       they have forsaken me,

the fountain of living waters,

       and hewed out cisterns for themselves,

broken cisterns that can hold no water. [2]

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They shall hunger no more, neither thirst anymore;

the sun shall not strike them,

nor any scorching heat.

17    For the Lamb in the midst of the throne will be their shepherd,

and he will guide them to springs of living water,

       and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.” [3]
 
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 You have kept count of my tossings;

put my tears in your bottle.

Are they not in your book? [4]

 


[1] The Holy Bible: English Standard Version. 2001 (Is 55:1). Wheaton: Standard Bible Society.
[2] The Holy Bible: English Standard Version. 2001 (Je 2:13). Wheaton: Standard Bible Society.
[3] The Holy Bible: English Standard Version. 2001 (Re 7:16–17). Wheaton: Standard Bible Society.
[4] The Holy Bible: English Standard Version. 2001 (Ps 56:8). Wheaton: Standard Bible Society.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012