Are you a safe place?

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Every couple has a love song. They at least have a song they remember being popular at some point of their relationship they would play over and over. If you don't have a song, maybe you should be like Taylor swift and grab a pen and an old napkin and write down your song!  Tony and I have always had songs, from Keith Green in highschool, Harrod and Funck in college and A-LOT of Jimmy Buffet. Months ago I was introduced to the music of Andrew Peterson. I could not rave about him enough.  He is a brilliant poet. His songs are real and beautiful.  So, we have a new song. One that speaks more to where we are now in our relationship and life.

My One Safe Place

You're my oasis

The eye of the hurricane

One look at your face is

All I need to remember my name

So I run away home

Yes, I run away home to you

I was an orphan

Caught in a thunderstorm

You opened the door and welcomed me

Into your arms

So I run away home

Yes, I run away home to you

I believe in the love of the Father and

I believe in the power of grace

I believe that He brought us together and

You are my one safe place

You are a fortress

I am under siege

You're a light in the forest

I am a lost boy out in the trees

So I run away home

Yes, I run away home to 

Don't be scared, it's alright

It's a weight you were not meant to shoulder

But you bear so much light

And it's brighter each day we get older

And I know that you're  broken too

But you are a sacrament God has spoken through

He's spoken through you

I am my beloved's

My beloved is mine

And the banner that hovers over us

Is older than time

So I run away home....

You are my one safe place

Every day we are bombarded with people and circumstances that either exhaust us or cause emotional and mental turmoil. We are tired, torn, and stressed. After our long days at work, completing daily household chores, taking care of babies or being with kids at school and practices, running errands, making hard phone calls, dealing with conflict and tragedies, we just want to go home. It is a safe place. At least it should be. 

Unfortunately, marriages and homes often reflect the world more than a safe place.  After 16 years of marriage, raising 3 children, 3 moves, job changes, losing two fathers, and a whole lot more life, we have done it all. We have screamed, wept, laughed, yelled, loved, encouraged, and also been the source of each others greatest grief.  How many times have I waited for him to walk in the door, so that I could explode....

when he was looking for that safe place to run home to?  Imagine if daily we intentionally made sure that we were a safe place for our spouse to run to when everything around them is either crumbling or exhausting. And, what if we loved our spouse in this way without expecting anything in return?

The marriage relationship is the closest relationship we have in this life to Christ's relationship with the church. Christ's love for the church, for each of us as believers, is not because of what we do, but because of his Grace. Oh, how our marriages need grace poured into them.  Oh, how we need to be a refuge and sanctuary for our husbands and wives. We are the arms, feet, and hands of Christ to our most loved and cherished one. We ache to be comforted, healed, and held by the arms of our spouse; yet, instead of creating a safe place we lash out and push away. We find ourselves being no different from the world we are desperately trying to escape. God's love has no limit or condition and pours freely no matter what we have done or said. He is our refuge and strength (Psalm 46:1).  This should be what is exemplified in our marriages.  I pray for myself and for you that we will be a safe place to run home to.

What's a musing???

The word sacred has changed for me over the years. For a long time the adjective was limited to the tangible parts of the church I could see, touch, smell, hear and taste. I knew the taste of grape juice and the crunch of my mouse size cracker meant something holy. I knew that when I walked into a church I was supposed to slow down, be respectful and attentive.  I knew when I watched someone be immersed backward into a small pool of water or when an infant had water trickling down its cheeks, God was there. The sacraments and the church are set apart and I understood that they are deserving of respect and honor because they are dedicated to the service and worship of God. It was undeniable that in the sacred places God would move and speak. I would look for God there. I would wait and listen and pray. God found me there.

In less than two weeks I will be attending my 20 year high school reunion. The cliche' phrase "I can't believe it's been that long" rings true. It also marks 20 years since God called me to be set apart. I was to be a part of these sacred rituals and symbols and work inside those sacred walls. I knew that ministry would be my tagline. Oh, how I wrestled with wanting to be like my friends with goals in the field of education, law, medicine and business. I dreaded the questions everyone asked about what I wanted to do for a living. I didn't have clear answers that teachers and parents like to hear. My income was uncertain.  I felt like Abram in Genesis 12. God tells Abram "to go." God called him to go, but did not show him where or what he would encounter. God gave no further details except for a promise. He gave a promise of land, descendants and blessings for all people.  My call to ministry felt like this. I knew God had promised me good things, but other than that the only thing I knew to do was "GO."

It was during those first few years of sorting out this call to ministry that my understanding of sacred places and moments shifted. I knew God spoke there, but where was "there?"  Could sacredness be found outside of what I knew as ordained places and times? Could it be that my life, my experiences, my surroundings, my people were all sacred places filled with moments where God speaks? When faith becomes more than religious verbiage and intellectual acknowledgment, it becomes a way of life.  Life then becomes sacred. I agree with Frederick Buechner when he says,

 "I think of my life and of the lives of everyone who has ever lived, or will ever live, 

as not just journeys through time but as sacred journeys."  

I am living a sacred journey, a life that is set apart and where a Holy God speaks to me in every way imaginable. My sacred journey has taken me thus far into the trenches of 16 years of marriage, mothering two girls and one boy and doing ministry in four different denominations in two states.  I use the word Musing...well, because the alliteration is fun, but because it means reflection, meditative, thoughtful, contemplative.  When I stop and reflect on my daily activities, I see the sacred. I see my children laughing and fighting, I hear rain and voices of loved ones, I taste the sweetness of a fresh baked pound cake, as well as the bitterness of medicine.  I feel the pain of heartbreak but have experienced a love story that no words could adequately describe. I smell stinky feet and dirty dishes, as well as fresh towels and strong coffee.  God is here with me in all these things...and with you too.

Try again...

Over three years ago I was determined to begin blogging. I turned on the computer. I came up with my title. I announced my vision to my family and as the grand ideas and gracious words began to overflow out of my mind and through my fingertips to the computer screen, the baby began to cry and I stopped to go change his diaper. Apparently it has taken me a long time to complete this diaper change because I have just now clicked on "new post."
There are many reasons why I haven't followed through with my vision for a blog. I feel very inadequate in a world dominated by professional bloggers. I am a busy wife and mother of three children. I have struggled with the question, "Why do I want to blog?" and "What do I have to say that hasn't already been said or blogged and liked a trillion times?" However, today I am stepping out of my comfort zone. Despite my reservations and fears, I am beginning a task that I am unsure how it will progress.  My goals and aspirations are simple. As God teaches me and speaks to me through scripture and everyday life, I want to be able encourage my dear friends, family and community. There are a few of my dearest that I know will appreciate my unique, at times nonsensical thoughts. There is also a group of women that have been brave enough to journey through scripture with me on Wednesday mornings and Wednesday evenings. Here we can continue our conversation on Genesis. Also, I am hoping my students at Guido Bible College will be reminded that academic and intellectual knowledge of the Bible will only get you so far. It must be lived and breathed into every facet of life.  So, here we go....forgive my grammar, my spelling, my long absences and my failures and look at life with me through the lens of scripture. Look with me at how God is at work in our world and our individual lives.
I do not have babies with dirty diapers at my feet now, hopefully I will be back.