First of all, the hummingbird picture has nothing to do with this blog other than he was buzzing around all morning while I was reading and then while I was writing this blog, so I thought I would include him.
When my kids were growing up, one of the biggest decisions I had to make was what to ignore and what to take up as an issue. Looking back, I probably could have let more go than I did. Why was I so dogmatically insistent that they brush their teeth every single night no matter what? Did I think missing one night would cause all of their teeth would fall out, or that they wouldn’t brush their teeth as an adult if I let one night slip by? When they were teenagers, I learned to let it go that a week’s worth of clothes were on the floor. It just wasn’t worth the fight. However, when we reached the point that we were out of cereal bowls because they were all in my son’s room, that had to be addressed.
The same is true as a leader. What battles do I need to stand up and fight compared to what battles do I need to duck and cover because they will run their course and be short lived. Neither option is easy. Taking up the battle and addressing a problem head on is hard and takes courage. It is equally hard to let something go even though you know that it is a temporary problem, not worth the energy or the repercussions of making it a big deal.
In Psalm 46:1 when the psalmist wrote that God is our refuge and our strength, look, he is telling us God is there for either situation. He is there to be our refuge, our shelter, when we need to hunker down and ride out the storm or when we need to stay in the bunker of God’s refuge and let God fight the battle. Conversely, God is our strength when we find our self on the front line in what might feel like hand-to-hand combat.
Whether you are in the middle of a storm with your health or enduring a challenge at work that is out of your control, rest assured and rest in God’s refuge. Furthermore, if you are fighting for your marriage or fighting against an addiction, fight, and fight hard, knowing that God will provide the strength that you need. No matter your situation or what you need, God is our ever-present help when needed.
Your will be done. Really? Who says that? I tease our sons that the line from Princess Bride, “As you wish.” Should be their go to response for their wives. Whether you prefer “as you wish” or “your will be done,” submission is what the speaker of either phrase is granting someone.
away 30 some years ago. I visited my mom and dad on a somewhat regular basis, but during the two years Scott and I were dating, I headed down highway 270 at least once a month. One of the interesting sites along the road is this pasture with multiple cars parked out by the highway. For some reason, I always notice these cars as they mark the spot where I am about 7 miles from home. These cars have been parked here for years. Really, I’ve glanced at these cars as I drove by for as long as I can remember. I’ve never seen anyone stop and look at them as if they might want to purchase them. I’ve never seen a sign marking the price or a price reduction. They are just sitting there waiting to be purchased.
Every three months Scott and I make the trek to the El Reno Cemetery to change the flowers on Jeff’s grave. It is a routine we have down to an art. When we were there the first week in September changing the summer flowers out for the fall flowers, we noticed several new graves in the area. We were back again the first week in December changing out the fall flowers for the winter flowers. As part of our normal routine, we were checking out the new neighbors as many of them had headstones up by now. Anyway, the whole time we were there, an elderly man was puttering around at one of the newer graves. He was making the motions of rearranging the flowers on the grave, but really never moving anything. I couldn’t stand it any longer and had to go over and talk to him. It was clear as I approached and looked at the new headstone, he was standing at his wife’s grave. I began the conversation by asking if this was his first Christmas without her. I learned he celebrated their 49th anniversary in November with out her and many other first that 
happen during the infamous year of first that happens after the death of a loved one. After we talked for several minutes, he asked me what I’m sure appeared to be the obvious questions, “is this your parent’s grave?” He was surprised to hear that it was my husband’s, but I pointed out Scott, who had been standing there the whole time. I said, “Look, God gave me a new one.” That created quite a laugh and then we were able to talk about living life after the loss of a loved one.
Last Tuesday was just one of those days. It started out in typical fashion. I was headed to work, thinking through my day when I noticed the display panel on my car read “no phone connected.” At the same time, I saw the perfect place to turn around. With breaks squealing, I whirled my car around and headed back home. I called Scott on my watch and began telling him all the places to start looking for my phone. The whole time I was giving him directions, I distinctly remembered putting my phone in my purse before I left. As Scott looked in all my usual phone forgetting spots, I then and only then thought to look in my purse. I was almost back to the house by now when what do you know? I had my phone with me the whole time. If I would have only stopped to think before I reacted and whipped my car around, I could have saved myself 15-20 minutes that morning.
Christmas letters and stuff them in the envelopes. There is a little more involved than it sounds. You have to adjust the print to match the outline of the stationery. As I thought I had everything lined up perfectly, I noticed one line began with “I went to Denver.” I couldn’t imagine why I would have typed such a statement. I did’t go to Denver by myself. I quickly, without thinking or reading the statement in context, changed the I to We and printed 87 copies of our Christmas letter. As I was stuffing envelopes, Scott picked up the letter and began reading it. He got a puzzled look on his face and read out loud. “Scott and we went to Denver???” See, the words Scott and were on the line above and I didn’t notice them. The sentence originally read Scott and I went to Denver, but I changed the I to we. I now faced the decision of whether to send out the letter with the terribly ugly mistake or head off to Hobby Lobby. Well, we ended up going to three Hobby Lobby’s that night to find enough of the right stationery that matched the cards. Again, if I would have taken only a brief second to read the entire sentence before I hastily made the change, I could have saved myself a couple of hours of grief.
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