How about a cup of coffee?

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How about we sit down for a cup of coffee or if you prefer, a cup of tea?

How about we commiserate over the evils that have befallen our fellow moms?

How about we share the pain and the worries…what if it was our children and how can we possibly keep that from becoming a reality?

Do we see each other? Do we hear each other? Is social media robbing us of our humanity while promising incredible connection?

Are empathy, compassion and caring translated through the text on our tiny handheld devices? Is the benefit of the doubt erased with the flatness of the screen and the ease of a keyboard? Are clever quips and creative memes replacing genuine relationship?

How about we sit down for a cup of coffee or tea? Tell me your story. Tell me about your worries. Tell me about your dreams. Face to face. Heart to heart.

Galatians 6:2 Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.

 

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Not Who I Once Was

Remember me from our high school class of ’88? Remember me as your sorority sister at those fraternity house mixers? Remember Beach Week?

Some things have stayed the same. I am still sporting my natural hair color. I still love sports, exercise and science.

But I am not who I once was.

My name has changed since I got married. I am now called Mama by five children.

Maybe when you scan a post of mine on Facebook you wonder about the girl you used to know. The girl whose actions, plans, and cares seemed so different from the woman I am now.

Maybe you think I am a hypocrite.

Or just maybe you wonder what changed. Curiosity rather than venom gets the best of you.

What gives? How come?

How could a mixed up follower of the crowd stand firm in faith and convictions?

How could a top of the class, self-seeking, ambitious girl stay at home to school her kids?

How could a lonely girl in pursuit of the pleasures of this world find peace, hope and purpose?

Simply. Jesus Christ.

In my mess. He sought me.
In my sin. He died for me.
At the end of my rope. He rescued me.
In His hands. He transformed me.

I am not who I once was.

2 Corinthians 5:17
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.

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You Can’t Judge a Book by Its Cover

Genesis 16:13
[Hagar] gave this name to the Lord who spoke to her: “You are the God who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen the One who sees me.

I love to run in BIG races. I get a kick out of running with all those people. Great people watching combined with exercise. Such fun. There are people of all shapes and sizes. People old, people young, some limping, some strong. Some with fancy running apparel and some with mismatched sweats.

Before the race begins, it is nearly impossible to judge who will be ahead of me and who will be behind me. Often the young muscle bound jock is left in the dust of the fat old man who is dragging his right leg.

In November I ran the Richmond Half Marathon. I had severe anemia that really slowed me down (probably should have stopped me). I wanted to shout out that I really could be faster, but I don’t have enough iron & hemoglobin!

But most of the runners didn’t see me. Each of them had their own story of what brought them out that morning, of why they run the way they do, of where they have come from and of where they are going.

Sharing stories on Facebook is a fun way to keep up with the goings-on of friends and families. It is similar though to running a race beside people. You can’t always see what is really going on in a person’s heart and life just by looking at smiling pictures and witty status updates. The cover may be very different than the truth that lies within.

By outward appearances, my children look healthy. And for the most part I would describe them that way except that hidden inside there are autoimmune time bombs. Timothy was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes at age 5. He, along with Chloe and Abby, was diagnosed with celiac disease about 4 years ago. Then Chloe was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis in November 2011.

Right now we are just over two weeks on the Specific Carbohydrate Diet as a treatment for Chloe. We were delighted when Chloe’s tummy pain subsided. Unfortunately, some pain has returned and the diarrhea hasn’t decreased.

I can not completely understand what is going on in her body, mind and heart. I can not understand completely what is going on in my own for that matter.

In Genesis, Hagar found herself alone, sent away, pregnant, and lost. Lost to a jumble of thoughts, worries, and emotions. The angel of The Lord found her sitting near a spring in the desert. She gave the name “El Roi” to The Lord because she saw the One who saw her. The Lord really saw her. He knew her beyond our imaginations, and He came to her.

My heart feels jumbled. My worries are real. I am assured though that my God has not led me into the desert to abandon me to thirst or to hunger.

I have seen the One who sees me.

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