Reflections on My Birthday

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I turned 41 yesterday.

I didn’t notice it was my birthday until I had been awake for about an hour. It just isn’t really that big a deal to me.

Last night my husband was on call and my kids had a big youth event, so we went out to dinner the night before my birthday anyway, and it was fun. I didn’t receive any birthday presents; I’m really not into them. Honest. What we did do was to buy stuff I had recently lost (my iPod and my Blackberry charger) and recently broken (my blender). My husband was really upset that he was buying me a blender on my birthday, sure that that made him a bad husband, but I told him that’s what I wanted, so we went out and chose one. So I still received stuff, even if I bought it myself. It was just my own fault that I didn’t have those things in the first place, and I felt a little guilty replacing them until my birthday.

I’m not a gift person. It’s so down the list on my love language test that it doesn’t even register. For Mother’s Day I just asked the kids to write me letters, and they did, and that meant more to me than anything they could buy.

But nevertheless, presents or no presents, birthdays inevitably are times to reflect. And reflect I did.

You see, I have now past that milestone that is 40, and when I was in my early 20s, I made several goals for myself that I would reach by 40.

Let’s just say that I haven’t reached any of them.

But that’s not failure; it’s just that my priorities have changed. When I was younger, I thought I’d be this fabulous entrepreneur, starting a huge company. Or I thought I’d be a big university professor, or somebody “important”. What I failed to realize is that once I had kids, I’d deem what was important to relate to them, and them only. All the rest was merely a sideshow.

This last year has been a good one for me in many ways. I finally landed the big book contract I’d been waiting for for eight years (The Good Girl’s Guide to Great Sex will be out in January). I started more speaking tours. My blog has grown a lot! (Thank you all my loyal readers).

But best of all, I’ve had such fun with my girls. And they’ve both made our international team for Bible quizzing, and so over the next seven weeks, as I have to get the edited manuscript in to my publisher, I’ll be primarily practising with my girls and their teammates, and immersing myself in teenage land again. And I can’t believe how much I really, really enjoy that. I just love my kids’ friends, and I love getting to know them, and I love the competition, and the laughs, and figuring out how to calm everybody down.

I think that’s more important than what I originally had planned for myself.

I heard the country song “Nineteen Eighty Something” on the radio yesterday. It’s quite clever. A few years old now, it recounts all the things that happened when we were growing up in the seventies and eighties, and includes this line:

“Now I’ve got a mortgage, and an SUV, and all this responsibility. And sometimes, makes me want to go back…it was nineteen eighty-something…”

I wouldn’t trade these days for anything. You couldn’t pay me to go back to my teenage years, with insecurity, and wondering about my future, and wrestling with God.

Or even my early twenties, trying to figure out marriage, and having heartbreak with miscarriages and deaths.

These are the good years. Everyday I wake up happier than I was the day before. And that’s all I could possibly want for my birthday.

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Thoughts on Being Overburdened

I took down a post today. It was up for about an hour, and several commenters rightly took me to task for being too hard on someone. So I decided it wasn’t worth keeping online. I may comment on it again later and explain my reasoning, but I’m sitting in the Charlotte, North Carolina airport right now, and I haven’t eaten all day, and I’m probably not in the right mental place!

But I am having a series of thoughts that all seem to flow from the same place, and so let me pose a question:

We are called to be Good Samaritans, and help our neighbors. We are called to make use of opportunities to bring God to people. But here’s the problem: the opportunities are limitless, and we are not. How do you choose?

I was challenged today, for instance, that I hadn’t taken enough time with someone who wanted my help. I understand the criticism, but let me tell you another story that is currently happening to a good friend of mine.

My friend married a man with no family except for one aunt, whom he feels responsible for. This aunt has more than enough money to get by, but she is a “taker” and not a “giver”. She expects to be invited to everything; to be deferred to; to be pampered; but she never says thank you, or offers to help in the kitchen, or anything. She is extraordinarily lazy.

This aunt is now experiencing health issues where she really can’t care for herself anymore. She can’t clean, and she can’t manage her finances. But she won’t hire a housekeeper and she won’t move to the city near my friend and her husband. Instead, whenever she runs into a particularly bad pickle she expects my friend to drop everything, including her three children, and come and clean her house. She does not reimburse my friend for gas money or for cleaning supplies.

My friend doesn’t mind helping, but dropping everything when you have a baby and children who need to get picked up from a school bus and soccer that needs to be practiced is very difficult.

So here’s the question: how much are you expected to help? Should she just “suck it up” and keep helping, or is it okay if she says, “I will help if you move closer, but I can’t keep doing this?”

I don’t have a good answer for her, but I’m curious as to what you all think.

I often feel pulled in many directions. I deal with “help request” emails everyday, and spend about an hour a day answering mentoring emails. I don’t mind the ones to do with marriage–I can usually turn them into blog posts, so I find them actually helpful sometimes when I try to come up with new posts. But when you combine that with my work with the youth at my church, and wanting to get together with my nephews and niece who could really use us, and seeing my in-laws and my mother, and meeting our neighbors, and still homeschooling my children and making dinner, it gets difficult.

At some point, I think you need to say: this is the ministry that God has given me to do. And even if someone asks for help, or even if I have the opportunity to show God to someone, that doesn’t mean that I have to do it. I can’t burn myself out.

Is that fair? I try to pray and ask God that He will show me the opportunities I’m actually supposed to follow, but I’m at the point where I can’t say yes to everything. And I’m not sure I’m good at hearing God (as is evidenced by my bad judgment today).

So how do you all juggle it? How do you shine as a light to others without blowing out your own wick? How far does our responsibility go?

I’d love to hear your thoughts!

And now I need to go board a plane….

 

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Why I Blog: Live Deliberately

 

Tons of blogs vie for your attention. You can find blogs on organizing, cooking, cleaning, parenting, getting close to God, renewing your marriage, and so many more.

So why do you read this one?

Over the weekend I began to think more about why I write, and what the main message is that I’m trying to convey. After all, I don’t just want to write so that I entertain you, or so that you all boost my traffic numbers. I want to write to challenge you–and at the same time to challenge myself, because through blogging and writing I often clarify my own goals and thoughts.

What am I trying to do? Let me start by telling you what my primary purpose is NOT. I am not trying to teach you how to clean, or get organized, or parent, or even how to be married. I am not even trying to teach you how to get closer to God (though I hope you do that through this blog). There are so many blogs that specialize in each of these things, and do it better.

What I am trying to do is to spur you on to live deliberately; to challenge what other people have told you you should do with your life. I want to ask those questions that open up our minds to the possibilities that God really does have for our lives, and see how things could be richer, more fulfilling, more meaningful, more intimate.

That’s the meaning of the name of the blog: To Love, Honor and Vacuum, which was originally the name of my first book. Sometimes we get into this groove where it feels like most of our lives is a job, an endless assembly line, and we can’t get off. But life isn’t like that. You always have choices, and those choices can take you closer to God’s heart, and thus closer to true joy.

I firmly believe that our culture works directly against that as it seeps into us, even when we don’t want it to. And that culture teaches primariliy three things: laziness, selfishness, and dissatisfaction. It teaches laziness because it says the most important thing is to be entertained. We aren’t to try hard at anything; we are to find the shortcuts. Get away with the least effort possible! It teaches selfishness because it says that the most important thing is to be happy, rather than to be purposeful. We are to find happiness, and if we don’t have happiness, we should dump what we’re doing. And it teaches dissatisfaction because it’s always showing us how we could be doing a little bit more, trying a little bit harder, and finally achieving success. Except that it’s always that little bit more out of reach.

I don’t want to teach you how to work harder; frankly, I think most of us are busy enough. I simply want to teach you how to think differently about how we live. Most people, I think, go through this life of being a wife and mommy without giving it real thought. What am I building? Are we growing closer? Does my family love God? Are we spending time in a meaningful way? A lot of us don’t have time for these questions because we’re so busy trying to get laundry done and chauffeur kids and head to work, because we’ve bought into the idea that life has to be that chaotic. It doesn’t.

Yet we won’t see those possibilities unless we stop drifting through life. That, I think, is the modern malady. We are drifting, allowing the stream of our culture to push us where it wants us to go. We are working for more and more stuff. We are sending our kids into more and more activities and not seeing them enough. We are busy so we don’t connect with our spouses. We expect our spouses to meet all our needs. We feel dissatisfied, but we can’t identify why?

Now please understand; I do not have all of this figured out. That’s one of the reasons I write! As I blog, I remind myself what I should be doing, and should be focusing on. But these are things I have thought deeply about. My husband and I had to work to get our marriage strong, because it did not start out that way. We had to fight to stay strong when our son died, and everyone told us that our marriage now faced a crisis. I had to make the decision to give up what would have been a lucrative career because I wanted to watch my kids grow up. And my husband is right now struggling with how much he should work, given that the kids will be out of the house in four short years.

We live in a poisonous culture, and I don’t want it to poison me or my family. And so I challenge everything we do. Why am I doing this? Is this necessary? I want to make sure that at the end of my life, I can look back and at least say, for better or for worse, I made choices to do what I did. I’m not blaming anyone else; I deliberately thought about it and prayed about it.

So that’s who I am, and that’s why I blog. I want to live deliberately, especially in my marriage, in my parenting, and in my home. I hope in these writings that I will both inspire you on towards purpose and meaning, and give myself the occasional kick in the pants, too. I want us all to live for God, not for our culture.

From now on, then, when I write a post, I’m going to ask myself, does this fit? Am I urging people to live deliberately, to stop drifting? And if I am, I’ll post it. If I’m not, I may leave it. I want you all to know who I am, so that you know what you’ll get when you come here.

So that’s me. Now, who are you? Why are you here? What do you like? I’d love to know!

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