not-so-manic-monday

Welp, it’s Monday. I start back to work full time next week and I’m plowing ahead with school. It’s about to get loco up en mi casa.

I woke up with a headache today- splitting from the sides of my temples. I had a meeting to go to and a prego friend to help…. Not a good day for a headache. AND I was out of my coffee beans this morning. ay caramba!

A Starbucks grande latte later, my headache vanished. So I rolled the windows down and turned the music up. The wind was in my hair and life was good- for a Monday.

You just gotta live sometimes. I suppose I looked dorky blasting a song and singing along in my uber mom minivan. One thing I’ve realized- do stuff that makes me happy- sometimes just a little thing. But do something everyday.

Yesterday it was this– my twelve year old and I riding along in the car, belting out these lyrics. Takes me back to the good ol’ days of the 80’s. That hair. THOSE PANTS.

 

Live life. Never fear being dorky. Have fun. Be fun. Happy Monday, ya’ll!

Windows

We spend our lives looking in and out of windows.

Upon waking every day, the first thing I do is go turn on the coffee pot and open up my kitchen window’s blind. I look out and determine what kind of day it is: grey and foggy, cool or warm, bright and sunny. In that moment, I also assess the view in a purely metaphysical way. What kind of day lies ahead? Happy, melancholy, worrisome, carefree, over scheduled, relaxed, burdened, peaceful?

Windows are like snap shots- just a portion of a bigger picture.

If we look in the window of someone else’s life, it may appear picturesque- almost perfect. Envy arises because perhaps this view is so wholly unlike our own. But remember this: don’t be deceived. Just like the display widows at a department store, it shows the best, the prettiest, the coolest, the most alluring, the trendiest, the slickest, the most put together items to be found. It is a living mirage that doesn’t look like that outside the large plate glass.

It’s funny how, even looking out our own window, shows only a sliver what’s beyond. It may appear to be a beautiful day, but what I don’t know is that just a few houses down, an ambulance has arrived to take someone away in it.

Maybe it is time to change perspective, to remind yourself that the view from a window is just a snap shot, a still frame in the bigger picture of life and yours is never going to be just like anyone else’s. Or maybe your window has been far too long covered with filth, making the view of even a lovely day impossible to see.

Not-So-Manic Monday #2

Emotions are funny things.

The Grammy Awards reminded me that we can be caught up in a moment, overcome with elation or sadness. We can be swayed towards happiness or towards depression. But thankfully, God is unmovable, unchangeable and unwavering. He loves. Always. Even when we don’t.

Richard Sibbes says this:

 “Measure not God’s love and favor by your own feeling. The sun shines as clearly in the darkest day as it does in the brightest. The difference is not in the sun, but in some clouds which hinder the manifestation of the light thereof.”

Not-So-Manic Monday #1

Today I started a book whose subject matter I’ve been preaching to myself for over two decades. Yet, every once in awhile I need a refresher course- a reminder to embrace a principle that was imperative and central, but seems to have gotten lost or set aside in the shuffle of life.

The book is called, “One Way Love” with the subtitle of, ‘Inexhaustible Grace for an Exhausted World’. Try as I might, I often find myself on the performance treadmill, striving with all my might to get it right, get it done, “be all things to all men (women and children)”, or at the very least earn favor with someone (namely God). Then I am acutely aware of how stupid, self-deprecating, exhausting, and pointless this is.

If you are at all like me, I hope this quote will renew your mind to carry on in God’s lavish GRACE: 

“Grace doesn’t make demands. It just gives. And from our vantage point, it always gives to the wrong person. We see this over and over again in the Gospels: Jesus is always giving to the wrong people- prostitutes, tax collectors, half-breeds. The most extravagant sinners of Jesus’s day receive his most compassionate welcome. Grace is divine vulgarity that stands caution on its head. It refuses to play it safe and lay it up. Grace is recklessly generous, uncomfortably promiscuous.”

~ Tullian  Tchividijan