Resonance
Richness or significance, especially in evoking an association or strong emotion.
01 March 2012
Joy Dare: Week 8
I've been away this week.
But I have still been counting.
I just didn't get them posted on Monday, so you get more than a week's worth today.
168. Being caught in the rain
169. A new motivational tool
170. 1 300 year-old tree
171. A new doctor
172. A kind nurse
173. Creating a reward system
174. A perfectly old sweatshirt
175. Finding a new resolve
176. Having a back-up plan
177. Gorgeous mirrors
178. Katy's incredible eyes
179. A new little friend
180. A great conference
181. The concrete majesty of Atlanta
182. The old man on the train
183. Carie
184. Jim
185. James
186. Charlotte
187. Seeing the end of a rainbow
188. Raindrops on highways
189. A clean shower
190. Coming home
Travel is hard and exhausting and wonderful and rich.
Being home is the greatest source of Joy in all of my life.
23 February 2012
Joy Dare: Week 7
Simple gifts.
Those often unnoticed.
These are the gifts I am learning to treasure most.
The Joy Dare is teaching me to call up the memories I often neglect.
An image of a daughter on a diving board reminds me of my own days standing there - wondering if I were brave enough. I feel now what I felt then - fear, anxiety, panic, utter trust. I remember with more than my mind - I remember with my whole being because of this discipline.
Treasures buried in the sands of my story are being raised again.
Brought to life again - free to live among the new treasures I am gleaning.
My prayer is that she is learning to glean the rich rewards as well.
That my intentionality helps her to remember these days when she is in the water, encouraging her own to make the leap.
135. Chris' hug
136. Gentle music
137. The eyes of a child - full of wonder
138. Dreams that will never be
139. Rekindling an old friendship
140. The smells of cooking
141. Sun peeking from behind the clouds
142. Friends through tears
143. Unexpected flavors
144. Ella jumping off the diving board into my arms
145. The simplicity of a peanut butter sandwich
146. Gratitude for making it
147. A valentine for the dog - handmade by my daughter
148. An unnecessary thank you note
149. A perfect surprise from my sister
150. Watching Ella manage her own money
151. My favorite kind of pizza
152. Being the back-up plan
153. Caroline
154. James
155. Audrey
156. Ella
157. Cody
158. Jeff
159. Christina
160. Lesley
161. Friends filling our table
162. Puffy white clouds in an inordinately blue sky
163. Mozzarella cheese
164. Fluffy white cupcakes
165. An email from a friend
166. Finley stories
167. Answers from an MRI
The journey of Lent began yesterday. I have tread carefully upon these soils, unwilling to make the sacrifice. Unwilling to partake of the suffering - feeling as if I can opt out of the difficulties of this time.
But I know I cannot.
I will walk this road.
I will take the 40 days to embrace the grief, honor the dark places, absorb that which I have avoided for 18 long months now.
I will grieve for what we have lost.
I will rejoice for what we have gained.
And - mostly - I will wait.
I will count the days, marking them as holy.
Being tempted in this wilderness.
And I will continue to find grace in its midst.
13 February 2012
Joy Dare Week 6
This is where it always begins now.
A new Monday.
A new chance to count the indescribable graces I find.

A new Monday.
A new chance to count the indescribable graces I find.

Last week was full enough to drink from the Saucer. (more on that later this week)
My cup runneth over with grace upon grace.
Too full to measure, too filling to absorb it all.
This week, I had to sip from the Saucer or risk drowning in grace.
114. A soft red sweater
115. My favorite red mug
116. A comfy red reading chair
117. A broken heart for the orphan
118. The way a hug fixes everything
119. Discounted eBooks
120. Sweet cupcakes
121. Running hugs
122. A tiny puppy
123. Toddler literalism
124. Ella's daddy laughing at her stories
125. Cherry's sense of humor
126. Vacation time
127. Flexible schedules
128. A sense of satisfaction in my work
129. A mantle of responsibility laid upon my shoulders
130. Saying goodbyes to family and dear friends
131. Long travel
132. Peek-a-boo with Solomon
133. A tearful hug from an old friend
134. Sunshine warmth on a cold day
The harder I look, the easier it becomes to find the graces.
The discipline is changing me.
I am better for this exercise.
And I am more grateful for this life.
My cup runneth over with grace upon grace.
Too full to measure, too filling to absorb it all.
This week, I had to sip from the Saucer or risk drowning in grace.
114. A soft red sweater
115. My favorite red mug
116. A comfy red reading chair
117. A broken heart for the orphan
118. The way a hug fixes everything
119. Discounted eBooks
120. Sweet cupcakes
121. Running hugs
122. A tiny puppy
123. Toddler literalism
124. Ella's daddy laughing at her stories
125. Cherry's sense of humor
126. Vacation time
127. Flexible schedules
128. A sense of satisfaction in my work
129. A mantle of responsibility laid upon my shoulders
130. Saying goodbyes to family and dear friends
131. Long travel
132. Peek-a-boo with Solomon
133. A tearful hug from an old friend
134. Sunshine warmth on a cold day
The harder I look, the easier it becomes to find the graces.
The discipline is changing me.
I am better for this exercise.
And I am more grateful for this life.
07 February 2012
On Religious Freedom
Rarely do I write about anything political. Rarely do I venture here into news reports and murmurings across the web. Yet, today I cannot get what I heard out of my mind; it is swilling around and - I believe - is worth considering.
NPR reported this morning (among other places) that Romney's speech in Colorodo last night included the sentence, "The first amendment of the Constitution provides the right to worship in the way of our own choice."
I agree.
Amen, Mitt .... Amen.
But what Romney and others fail to talk about in light of his own statement is that this is true for ALL Americans to worship in the way of their own choice.
Newt Gingrich compared peacefully worshiping Muslims to Nazis.
Herman Cain says the majority of American Muslims are extremists.
Romney put an extremist on his foreign policy committee.
Romney chose the language he did to stand against Obama's legislation that would require religious hospitals and schools to offer health insurance that includes contraceptive coverage and sterilization. He claims that such a requirement imposes on these religious institutions the mandate "to choose between violating their conscience or dropping health care coverage for their employees, effectively destroying their ability to carry on their work."
To be fair, Romney does comment on the fact that the Obama Administration does not require this coverage for religious institutions employing those primarily of the same faith, but he goes on to state "that is not what many religious institutions do; serving the broad public is the essence of their divine mission."
True, again, Mitt. True again.
But there is a difference between "serving the broad public" and employing thousands of people.
No one is asking Catholic hospitals to provide abortions.
No one is mandating that Catholic schools teach contraception methods in the health classes.
No one is requiring the secretary at a Southern Baptist church to be afforded this coverage.
Because that would, in fact, be asking Catholics (or Baptists or whomever) to provide to Catholics (or Baptists or whomever) that which they believe is religiously wrong.
But refusing to provide contraceptive and sterilization health care coverage to thousands of employees, who may or may not share your religious beliefs, is impinging on their First Amendment right to believe that abortion is not murder or that contraception is not condemned by God.
Over the last four years I've heard countless people - both media and person-to-person - call Obama a socialist and/or a Muslim.
JFK was the first Catholic elected to the Presidency. The oldest Western Christian tradition in the world was not an acceptable choice for president until the 1960's.
Mitt Romney is a Mormon. Mormonism is considered by many to be a cult.
Richard Land is head of the Ethics & Religious Liberty Commission at the Southern Baptist Convention, and he says, "the definition of a cult, from a Christian perspective, is a movement that claims to be Christian and isn’t." Richard Land understands why Mormons get upset at being called a cult, but he says, “it’s just not Christianity. It’s another religion, like Islam. But [Mormons] think they are the true Christians.”
The reality of the matter is that if we're going to be a nation that practices Religious Freedom, we have to be a nation that allows that freedom for every member of this society.
We cannot marginalize the Muslim, the Atheist, the Deist, the Socialist, the Libertarian, the Bleeding Heart Liberal Christian, the Catholic, the Ultra Conservative Protestant, the "None".
In 2007, Romney said in a speech that "Religious tolerance would be a shallow principle indeed if it were reserved only for faiths with which we agree."
I couldn't agree more, Mitt.
I couldn't agree more.
So, let's take religion out of this campaign.
Stop going after "the Christian vote" or "the Catholic vote" or "the Muslim vote."
Stop pandering to my religion and start telling me what YOU can do - not what your opposition CANNOT.
Because, as Mitt said, "If I am fortunate to become your President, I will serve no one religion, no one group, no one cause, and no one interest. A President must serve only the common cause of the people of the United States."
Religious Freedom is only religious freedom when no one - no one - is forced to comply with the beliefs of another.
I can only hope and pray that whoever wins in November will understand this.
NPR reported this morning (among other places) that Romney's speech in Colorodo last night included the sentence, "The first amendment of the Constitution provides the right to worship in the way of our own choice."
I agree.
Amen, Mitt .... Amen.
But what Romney and others fail to talk about in light of his own statement is that this is true for ALL Americans to worship in the way of their own choice.
Newt Gingrich compared peacefully worshiping Muslims to Nazis.
Herman Cain says the majority of American Muslims are extremists.
Romney put an extremist on his foreign policy committee.
Romney chose the language he did to stand against Obama's legislation that would require religious hospitals and schools to offer health insurance that includes contraceptive coverage and sterilization. He claims that such a requirement imposes on these religious institutions the mandate "to choose between violating their conscience or dropping health care coverage for their employees, effectively destroying their ability to carry on their work."
To be fair, Romney does comment on the fact that the Obama Administration does not require this coverage for religious institutions employing those primarily of the same faith, but he goes on to state "that is not what many religious institutions do; serving the broad public is the essence of their divine mission."
True, again, Mitt. True again.
But there is a difference between "serving the broad public" and employing thousands of people.
No one is asking Catholic hospitals to provide abortions.
No one is mandating that Catholic schools teach contraception methods in the health classes.
No one is requiring the secretary at a Southern Baptist church to be afforded this coverage.
Because that would, in fact, be asking Catholics (or Baptists or whomever) to provide to Catholics (or Baptists or whomever) that which they believe is religiously wrong.
But refusing to provide contraceptive and sterilization health care coverage to thousands of employees, who may or may not share your religious beliefs, is impinging on their First Amendment right to believe that abortion is not murder or that contraception is not condemned by God.
Over the last four years I've heard countless people - both media and person-to-person - call Obama a socialist and/or a Muslim.
JFK was the first Catholic elected to the Presidency. The oldest Western Christian tradition in the world was not an acceptable choice for president until the 1960's.
Mitt Romney is a Mormon. Mormonism is considered by many to be a cult.
Richard Land is head of the Ethics & Religious Liberty Commission at the Southern Baptist Convention, and he says, "the definition of a cult, from a Christian perspective, is a movement that claims to be Christian and isn’t." Richard Land understands why Mormons get upset at being called a cult, but he says, “it’s just not Christianity. It’s another religion, like Islam. But [Mormons] think they are the true Christians.”
The reality of the matter is that if we're going to be a nation that practices Religious Freedom, we have to be a nation that allows that freedom for every member of this society.
We cannot marginalize the Muslim, the Atheist, the Deist, the Socialist, the Libertarian, the Bleeding Heart Liberal Christian, the Catholic, the Ultra Conservative Protestant, the "None".
In 2007, Romney said in a speech that "Religious tolerance would be a shallow principle indeed if it were reserved only for faiths with which we agree."
I couldn't agree more, Mitt.
I couldn't agree more.
So, let's take religion out of this campaign.
Stop going after "the Christian vote" or "the Catholic vote" or "the Muslim vote."
Stop pandering to my religion and start telling me what YOU can do - not what your opposition CANNOT.
Because, as Mitt said, "If I am fortunate to become your President, I will serve no one religion, no one group, no one cause, and no one interest. A President must serve only the common cause of the people of the United States."
Religious Freedom is only religious freedom when no one - no one - is forced to comply with the beliefs of another.
I can only hope and pray that whoever wins in November will understand this.
06 February 2012
Joy Dare: Week 5
Five weeks already.
Five weeks without missing one.
A chance to keep searching for God in my midst.
96. Great Puns
97. Frederich Buechner's honesty in story
98. A dinner date with the hubby
99. Hallway laughter among colleagues
100. Ella giggling on the swing
101. Chris' patience and encouragement when mine is lacking
102. Rick Riordan's world of story
103. Molly Harper's hilarious characters
104. Buechner's grace in all words
105. Grass turning green
106. Tiny Legos shared
107. The ache of exercised muscles
108. The blanket-like feel of a cashmere sweater
109. My great-great-grandmother's table
110. Wrapping up in a blanket for a nap
111. The smell of springtime
112. An unexpected neighborhood opossum sighting
113. Walks in the sunshine
After a dreary weekend that felt more like winter than any weekend we've had yet, this morning I am again welcoming the sunshine with the richness only it can bring to my days.
This week is full.
Special Events.
Busy, good, work.
Travel.
Family.
A Special Ordination Service.
Good friends.
I suspect the graces this week will be too numerous to count, and yet, I will continue to put pen to paper. I will continue to look, continue to cherish the moments, continue to serve and love and watch and learn.
I am surrounded by an incredible team in this little family of mine. More than any other grace, they are the one for which I am most grateful. On my worst days, they shine the light of grace into my life, offering love and compassion when I least deserve it. They are my treasure.
Five weeks without missing one.
A chance to keep searching for God in my midst.
96. Great Puns
97. Frederich Buechner's honesty in story
98. A dinner date with the hubby
99. Hallway laughter among colleagues
100. Ella giggling on the swing
101. Chris' patience and encouragement when mine is lacking
102. Rick Riordan's world of story
103. Molly Harper's hilarious characters
104. Buechner's grace in all words
105. Grass turning green
106. Tiny Legos shared
107. The ache of exercised muscles
108. The blanket-like feel of a cashmere sweater
109. My great-great-grandmother's table
110. Wrapping up in a blanket for a nap
111. The smell of springtime
112. An unexpected neighborhood opossum sighting
113. Walks in the sunshine
After a dreary weekend that felt more like winter than any weekend we've had yet, this morning I am again welcoming the sunshine with the richness only it can bring to my days.
This week is full.
Special Events.
Busy, good, work.
Travel.
Family.
A Special Ordination Service.
Good friends.
I suspect the graces this week will be too numerous to count, and yet, I will continue to put pen to paper. I will continue to look, continue to cherish the moments, continue to serve and love and watch and learn.
I am surrounded by an incredible team in this little family of mine. More than any other grace, they are the one for which I am most grateful. On my worst days, they shine the light of grace into my life, offering love and compassion when I least deserve it. They are my treasure.
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