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On suicide

Blooming

In light of the tragic death of Robin Williams, so many people are writing on the topic of suicide, some with compassion and some with judgement.  Here are two excellent reads from friends of minds that illuminate the suffering soul and offer encouragement along that hard path.  Please, let’s be light-bearers, reminding each other of the only true hope that exists in this hard and painful world.

Where Are the Ravens?

Up From the Suicidal Abyss

 

Everyday Your Love Is New

Flowers in the redwoods

Which three words would you choose?

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Recently the adoption community was rocked by the news that an adoptive mother of many children was killed in a car accident.  It is so hard to process news like this.  That’s when faith has to come in, I guess– faith that the God who knows everything knows better than we do.  But oh, it’s hard to trust that God really does have a good plan for those precious children.

My friend Carrien recently wrestled with a similar issue when friends of theirs died, also in a car accident.  She talked about how a lot of times no matter how hard we try, we can’t change everything we’d like to change in this world, and how futile that can sometimes feel.  When she shared those feelings with her husband, here’s what he said:  “You are a very minor drop in the bucket, just as I am, just as we all are. We have no ability to predict the outcome of our actions, positive or negative. We do what we do, because it is who we are, not because we are changing the world.”

She said that for a long time she’s made choices in life in this way:  “I ask myself who I want to be, and then I act the way that person would act.”

Isn’t that a great thought??  I love it.  It’s taken me years to truly understand that I can’t really change other folks. I can’t solve all the problems I want to solve. But I can work on myself.

Who do I want to be?

My friend Tisha, a fellow adoptive mom, has also been doing some thinking about life-legacy.  When she heard about that adoptive mom who died, who left a tremendous legacy of love to her family, Tisha decided on three words that she most wants to represent her.  She chose brave, reflective, and impactful.  Aren’t those great words? She even asked her children to choose words of their own– you really ought to go read the whole post for a fuller picture of her thoughts about all this.

After reading her words, I just had to choose some words of my own.  I hyphenated to get a bit more in there, but here’s my three.  Joyous. Grace-filled. Giving.

Oh, I want to be all that to the ones around me. What about you? How would you like to be remembered when the time comes for you to leave this world?

“…being confident in this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion.” Philippians 1:6

Raise the Banner

flag

Here they come
We are surrounded
We’re out numbered
With no place to run

So we’re staying here
Lifting up a prayer
Deliver us

face to face with the younger me

Hit rewind
Click delete
Stand face to face with the younger me
All of the mistakes
All of the heartbreak
Here’s what I’d do differently

Running to our Saviour

We're the lilies of he field

We’re the lilies of the field
Covered by the sun
We’re the sparrows of the air
Lifted by his love

Oh, oh, oh, seasons come and go
He is ever closer

To take the last breathe here
Is to leave behind the tears we cry
With nothing left to fear
We’re running to our savior

Your great grace

From the creation to the cross
There from the cross into eternity
Your grace finds me
Yes Your grace finds me

Easter fun

Eggs!

FlowerGirlSmThis week we’ve been preparing to have family over to our house for Easter. Along with our kids and grandkids, we’re having both sets of grandparents plus John’s and my brothers and sisters. Between tables in the family room, dining room, and patio, as well as kitchen counter seating and patio furniture, we should be able to find space for everyone.

We’ve been planting flowers and sprucing up around the house.  The flowers on the tables will eventually end up in the flowerbeds, but I thought I’d keep them indoors for the weekend to add more of a spring feel inside. And of course there was some egg decorating.

FlowersSmThe really crazy (and nice!) thing is that all I’m cooking is potatoes and ham.  Everyone else is bringing every blessed thing, right down to cups and plates and oodles of dessert and lots of eggs for the kids to hunt. Should be a lovely time!

I hope you have a blessed Easter as well.  I saw this amazing video on facebook and wanted to share it here in case you haven’t seen it yet.

Our Redeemer lives!  Halleluiah!

 

 

All the people said Amen